ToadRopes

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Carl Hanratty, Morgan--Unspecified Public Library

"Really," said Mr. Hanratty, "I would just like to return to my own world."

"I wish I could help you with that," Morgan said, shrugging. "I came here quite inexplicably myself. Into the multiverse, that is. It isn't like I can travel freely through worlds; I had someone drop me off at this city so I could have a look at the library again. I quite like spending most of my time here, actually."

"Well and good, but that doesn't help me return home."

"Any particular urgent business you've got?"

Hanratty paced the carpeted floor as the young tactician watched him. "With all these advanced credit cards and computers, check fraud's gonna be even harder to bust. I need to get back home, I've got to keep this fraud in check. Ah, no pun intended."

Morgan twisted a lock of hair in her gloved hand. "Well, I'm not quite sure how to get you back, Mr. Hanratty," Morgan said. "Though you're welcome to stay in the library while you sort out this mess. They are open all day, after all. Never know when someone will turn in a book."

Hanratty snorted. "At least they get their books in on time," he remarked. He tipped his head at the tomes in Morgan's lap. "Those from the library?"

"Oh, I don't have a card," Morgan replied, "I just come here to read the books whenever I can. It's nice and quiet, and they've got these fancy contraptions that let me look for any book I want that they carry."

"Morgan. That's a computer. I just mentioned them."

"Well, I don't believe that these computers can be used for check fraud, Mr. Hanratty."

Hanratty smiled. Good for Morgan, enjoying a good book. Lends her to a lot of wit. "So, um, you going to explain what those books are, or what?"

Morgan perked up. "Ah, right. You know how I scooped you up with a miniature blizzard to get you out of the middle of the street?" she asked.

"Yes. So?"

"That's one of my anima tomes, Rexcalibur," Morgan continued, holding up a green text. "It's a powerful wind spell. Chills the air, creates a small snowstorm, the like. Good for blowing enemy riders out of the sky and for keeping cool in the summer."

"Excuse me, what did you say you were again?" Hanratty asked.

"I'm a tactician," Morgan simply replied.

"And they let you in here with that kind of weapon?"

"Well, magic doesn't necessarily have to be a weapon..."

"True, you did use your spell to keep me from becoming a Hanratty pancake."

Morgan laughed. "And I'm glad I did. I could never live down letting someone get mashed by a self-driving carriage like that. The shame I would feel!"

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

@Mr Allen J
a'ight

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Injae Park

@Mr Allen J@Valhalla

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Ratchet tensed in surprise as Jennifer hugged her, as if Ratchet had flown to Europe for a year and returned or something. "Thank you, I wanted to hear that..." Jennifer said to her. Ratchet, unsure of what to do, patted her good hand on Jen's back. Jennifer then realized that this gesture of friendship was pretty awkward, considering the extenuating circumstances of bloody dismemberment and grotesque bodily deformity.

Jennifer agreed with Ratchet, and then dashed back to where they originally had taken off. This time, Ratchet made sure to keep Jennifer in her sights, coasting a little more slowly as to not pass the shorter girl. She screeched to the halt when the Verthaven Police Department officer told them to turn around since the evacuation was the other way. Ratchet pondered this for a bit. "Oh, crap! I sent Winnie and Kate on a bus in that direction!" she cursed. "Geez, I hope they'll be okay..."

Ratchet turned around and followed Jen in the direction at which the VPD officer pointed. She skated alongside Jen, eyeing the bridge, until--

"Look out, what's that?!"

Ratchet, startled, screeched to a halt and nearly upended herself. She instinctively dropped her left arm to the ground to form a solid base before she went flying, and awkwardly saved herself from taking another spill. She looked up. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the blue, milky mist rather quickly covering the district. The haze, like a violent tidal wave, swamped over the fleeing citizens.

Ratchet heard in the distance the somewhat unsettling moans of reanimated corpses/unconscious people, before the gunshots began. Ratchet had the sense to drop to the ground, though she didn't know how that would help her if she's got these fellows taking potshots into the air. Gravity is a thing, and Ratchet would prefer not to experience the harsher, more violent properties of force and motion.

She heard an uncomfortably close gunshot upon Jenny's call. Ratchet couldn't tell where anyone or anything was; the sound seemed lost in the fog. But Ratchet did hear an unmistakable thump. "Jesus, Jennifer, are you alright?!" Ratchet called. She then heard some disconcerting shooting noises within her vicinity; thankfully, none of them followed with pain in any vital areas of Ratchet's body. Ratchet could see Jennifer's fallen body on the ground, yet... she still moved and breathed. Ratchet crawled closer to Jennifer; upon closer inspection, she could see that Jen had begun to bleed. At the same time, though, the pool of blood had also begun to slow in expansion.

"Jen, can you hear me?" Ratchet called.

Ratchet heard Jennifer talking to someone else, but she couldn't tell who it was. She waited for Jennifer to finish her conversation (hot-headed as Ratchet was, she also had a grasp of the concept of courtesy).

The fog dissipated, and Jen stood up, calling for her companions. Ratchet struggled to her feet. "Present and accounted for," she hollered. Ratchet, upon looking at Jennifer once more, saw that although whatever hit Jen had punched a bleeding hole clear through her shirt, Jen herself had nary a scratch, let alone a gaping wound in her abdominal cavity, upon her pale skin. (Other than a bit of relative pastiness on the newly-formed hole.)

This led Ratchet to question whether Jen had been shot at all, though that doubt would beg the question of how Jen had gotten two parallel holes drilled into her shirt exactly where the awfully-bullet-hole-shaped pasty spots on both sides of her body were.

"Are you OK?" Ratchet asked. "I mean, besides..." She gestured with her palm to the blood on the floor. "I heard some shots."

Ratchet's surroundings worried her. The acrid smell of bodies in the first stages of decay, festering in pools of blood and grime and dirt... Collateral damage and dust, polluting the ground... Generally some unpleasant imagery.

SUPER SMASH BROS.: Fallen Heroes

@Axilmeus SteelOK, so we're chasing after the skiff holding Greninja and Duck Hunt captive.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Jeanne Robina

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Jeanne nodded at Marcus, as the priest turned and left.

Jeanne noted that they were beginning to load the convoy. She shrugged. Heck, she could take things out of caravans just fine, she could probably pack 'em in just as well. Scratching her chin, she made her way towards the convoy and noticed some small gaps in which certain other materials may fit. "Hey, if you sheath this," Jeanne said, placing a sword on the ground into its scabbard, "then it'd probably fit into this little narrow space..." Jeanne picked up the sheathed blade and slid it into the slot between two pieces of armor. "I guess you kinda--have to--wriggle it around a bit," she added, finally getting the blade securely in between the armors.

Jeanne stepped back. "As for myself, I can probably carry my own stuff. If I can travel through the treetops with this sword on me," she declared, patting her blade, "then I'm not afraid of a little hike. Or a big one, either.

To each their own, I suppose; understandable, as Jeanne was in good physical condition (no use for a thief that can't move in limber, fluid motion).

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Habeen Nocta

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Habeen certainly did not want to lug around three or four textbooks for two hours. Though she did have a bag for the books, the tomes were nevertheless quite heavy and somewhat uncomfortable. Though Habeen did like to keep her folk magic tome on her in case she ever needed it. Habeen tied her remaining texts together as Jeanne the thief shoved someone's sword in between two armors.

Habeen eyed the convoy, pursing her lips as she looked for a place to tuck her texts.

"Looking for a place to put those books, my nomadic friend?" asked the thief. "I can probably help you out."

"A thief asking to hold my belongings?" Habeen asked, her smile unwavering.

"Quite often a terrible idea," Jeanne replied. "Not so in this case. Don't worry. I'll let you watch where I put it; you'll have your textbook troubles taken care of, instead of your textbooks taken."

Habeen couldn't help but let out a little laugh. Her expression didn't change; she was always cheerful. "If you say so, Miss Robina," Habeen said, handing the bound times to the thief. "And I believe this is the part where you declare me a 'sucker' and pawn my texts for profit?"

"Quite the opposite, actually," Jeanne declared, fitting the textbooks into just the right spot in the convoy. "Contrary to popular belief, there do exist moral thieves. I'm no petty pillager, nor a brash, brazen brigand. I'm a highwaywoman with a heart. Though I cannot imagine that these fellows are likely to quickly trust someone who falls under the category of 'thief.'"

SUPER SMASH BROS.: Fallen Heroes

@Axilmeus SteelYes.

SUPER SMASH BROS.: Fallen Heroes

@Axilmeus Steel...We need to get you a character to play as. Are you good with using the character you introduced?

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Injae Park

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Ratchet screeched to a halt. "Hey, where's Jen?" she realized. "Holy-- She couldn't keep up with us!" She turned to her brother. "You and Kate need to hop a bus and get back to Gommo's house as quickly as you can. Alright?" ((OOC: Phonetic spelling of Korean word for aunt on the father's side))

Winston nodded, handing Ratchet her roller blades. "C'mon, Kate," he said to Kate. "I've got the bus money."

As he turned, he called back. "Wait, Ratchet, where are you going?!"

"I'm going back to grab Jen and help her get out of here," Ratchet hollered, turning back around.

"Are you bonkers?!"

"Maybe a little!"

Ratchet spun her wheel and kicked her roller blades into high gear, rushing back to the last place she saw Jen. She screeched to a halt as soon as she saw the two dead Fiends on the ground. "Well, those two seem to have been taken care of quite nicely," she said, scratching her head. "But where's Jen? I hope those freaks didn't get her..."

Ratchet heard a scream; she whipped in that direction just as she witnessed Jennifer whack the bone-blade-arm woman from before in the back of the head with a pipe. Dang, she had guts. Ratchet's strategy was to run like a squirrel. She actually felt really bad for leaving Jennifer in the dust.

Ratchet looked behind her to see if any more of those mutants had arrived. Seeing none, she skated to Jennifer, Malik, and Kiara. "Jennifer, I'm so sorry, I should've checked behind me more often and not gone so fast," she apologized. She didn't make any excuses, like oh-I-was-just-trying-to-save-my-family; nor did she place the blame on Jennifer.

Ratchet looked nervously back at the distant mobs. "I don't think we can stay here very long," she remarked.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Jeanne Robina

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Jeanne laughed as Nickolas made the crack about cards. "We'll see about that; like myself and certain authorities, probability has always managed to evade me," she called. Her presence seemed an innate contradiction, yet one that made sense. Jeanne had little to no intention of robbing anybody in the army. What quarrel did she have with the likes of a Plegian dark mage or a recluse archer? She adjusted her bandana on her forehead and fluffed her wavy hair.

As the monk Ambrosias approached her and inquired of her swordplay and lock-picking skills, Jeanne put her arms akimbo and said, "Why, yes, indeed. I can tumble any tumblers in the entire nation with the right-sized wire. Though I usually unlock chests and boxes, doors are hardly any different. Why, I could slip in a house from the front door and come right out the other side without touching a single key. What I do touch depends on whose house it is." She laughed heartily. "I assume that as a priest you are well-versed in the practices of healing?" she asked

SUPER SMASH BROS.: Fallen Heroes

So, your decision: will we save Greninja or will we save Duck Hunt?