The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

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Rising Dawn: Captain's Quarters: Rugal, Dimitri

Rugal just kept blankly staring at the ceiling, the rage that filled him earlier now gone.
"...I don't know...Just...It was strange....It felt like...I just switched off and became...Well..."Me"..." He sighed, the entire torture would just be another day in his former life.
Hell, it'd be his 5pm appointment right before dinner.
"...I would like to be alone...Send that report, Sign it under Mr. West. UNIT still isn't entirely aware I'm running this ship." He ordered as he walked over to the mirror and began glaring at himself.
...So much for changing... He thought as he stared
"Damn fucking straight." His other side answered

He paused for a moment as his reflection seemed to respond to him, a Evil smile on it's face as he held up a glass of wine.
"...Cheers..." It mocked before taking a sip.
It was then Rugal realized that he had just done the same, causing him to freak out and punch the mirror, smashing it in to a dozen pieces.
"....God, I'm losing it..."

Rising Dawn: David West's Room: David, Ton Ton

Shutting the door after Ton Ton left, David then locked it, looking to get some peace or at least not be in the crossfire when everyone went after Rugal for...Well, being Rugal.
He feel face first on the bed before drifting off to sleep, not even bothering to dry himself off after that shower he had

Rising Dawn: Hallway: Jenny, Slindis

"True. Still, She has lots of years left, I'm certain she'll be just fine..." Jeny reassured the Drow, noting she seem a lot less Tense all of a sudden.
Then again, who here was tense around the resident psychiatrist.
"...God, I'm losing it..." They heard Rugal groan a few rooms down right after the loud sound of glass breaking.
"...What was that?...Was that Rugal?"

Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Shawn, Annie, Teri

"...Yeah, Don't mind me. Just...sitting here..." Deadshot mused as there was most likely some R-rated Girl-on-Girl action going on behind that screen, he was just counting the seconds before he heard someone "Rub my back."
It was then that Annie began to go on about her values and whatnot.
"She might be onto something...Teri, was it?...I mean, I managed to pay off 2 cops to help me kill over 100'000 people because someone else pay paid me to. In the end, it all comes back to money..." He mused, attempting to inject himself into the conversation.
The sound of struggling and splashing as Annie reacted put him on the edge though, prompting him to sit up and attempt to make out what was going on, just in-case it was a situation of "Like Father, like Daughter.".
"...Annie...You okay?...Are you okay, Annie?...Come on, work with me, what happened?" He asked, accidentally quoting Micheal Jackson in the process.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Teri, Annie, Deadshot

From the other side of the screen, it seemed Deadshot heard the splashes Annie made when she was freaking out.
"...Annie...You okay?...Are you okay, Annie?...Come on, work with me, what happened?"

As calmly and firm as Annie could with her voice, she replied, ".. Yea. Don't worry about me but thank you." She sighed, sliding her hand upward to brush some hair to go behind the ear. She had nothing to fear up until now. Will she be powerless again to Rugal when he returns? Will everyone stand by to his command as he once again tortures her?

So many questions filled her head, the girl steadily getting back to the other side so Teri can help her get cleaned.
".. So Deadshot.." Annie started up, making the rogue pick up her tone from the other side.

"You paid off two cops to help you murder the masses? ... Reminds me of the Military Police. They would be willing to sell the city's Third Dimensional Maneuver Gear, the equipment I had strapped on from earlier. It's humanity's only means of fighting titans and the highest ranking officers were selling it to the black market... in front of everyone."

"When confronted by a self righteous recruit... they placed a coin in his pocket, advising he buy himself a girl." Annie's look was more then boredom, it was a look of deep thought and disgust all at once.

".. But that's just part of the norm. People will do anything for their own satisfactory. Those who've had motives against the norm. are ether classified as heroes... or criminals." She was referring to Deadshot with the last part, herself included.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Teri, Annie, Deadshot

Deadshot was more relieved then he let on when Annie answered him, returning to his sitting position once she was done.
"...So? Dude was selling a means to kill a Titan. I can't see why the hell someone wouldn't want that...No offense..." He said, recalling that she herself was a Titan.
"Still, you get that everywhere. Get me a large enough Checkbook, I'll buy you a Army Issue Main Battle Tank right from the General himself. Give me extra for a tip and I can even get a pretty red bow on it as well. No one is going to stop a man from buying more weapons then he will realistically ever need...
Least in this country, Gotta love America..."
He added, adding a low chuckle to the end of his statement.
"But yeah, Always lookout for No.1! That Merc-101 right there..."

Rising Dawn: Captain's Quarters: Rugal, Dimitri

Dimitri could see that his work was indeed done, considering how Rugal had realized the error of his ways... Hopefully. With a simple,

"It will be done"

The AI made his presence much quieter now, as he returned to his surveillance of the ship.

Ton | Imps

Ton Ton felt himself grow on edge when the Daemon-like presence hit him, and looked around the room with an air of caution. Already as he approached the group of imps, the Tonberry felt on edge, his weapons appearing to him without willing them too. That alone was more than enough to alert Ton Ton that he was close to his query. But where did it lie? Only one way to find out.
"Daemon, by the power vested in me by my Mistress, I command you to show yourself and not wallow in your cowardice of hiding among the Imps ranks!"

Devon | Angie | Mel | Ella | Caim | Cadolbolg

Caim and Cadolbolg found themselves being shoved out of the way by an angry succubus, and didn't even try to fight. They knew that she was Devon's beloved, so she had some right to know what was going on with the bard. However, upon seeing Devon curl up in an attempt to defend himself from Ella's rage (even if it wasn't directed towards him at all). However, hearing the parts about Ageha being Ella's mother (as well as Ella being outraged) was more than enough to incriminate the new ruler of hell. Caim felt his hand go to his sword on reflex, anger rising in his breast when he knew someone other than Devon's magic had caused this affliction,

"Where is she? This 'Ageha'? I believe we need to pay her a visit and show her what happens when you mess with one of our own...."

Cadolbolg's tail swished dangerously, almost reflecting his father's attitude when it came to punishing Ageha for messing with one of his better buddies. However, Angelus stepped in again,

"Calm yourselves, all of you. Before we start worrying about finding the guilty party, I think there is a more pertinent matter."

Giving a sharp glance to the now sobbing wreck that was Devon, Angelus drew the covers over Devon in a manner Caim found familiar...It was rather similar to how she had acted around the Cuties when they fell asleep,

"We're going to work through this Devon. However, the first things first. You're absolutely certain that this character is the one responsible? Before we can do anything to reverse this, we need to make a plan, alright?

.....And, is there anything you'd want us to do right this moment? Do you wish to be left alone?"

Teri's Mind | Tama | Sadei

Tama grinned, well, moreso than her "mortal" form would allow, the Glasglow cuts grinning grimly, "Exactly. Leviathan, Bahamut, any sort of dragony being appealed to us. The dragon was a form We always associated with power, so power I took. As for mental stability, seeing as I exist at all, that's probably more your forte.

Huh, this ain't so bad...I almost feel, pleasant...."

Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Garm, Annie, Teri

"SHIT! I'm so sorry, Annie!"

When Annie reacted as she did to the water, Teri's swear reverberated in the room, an obvious indicator that the Cleric was distressed by accidentally triggering the Titan Shifter with the water,

"Again, sorry about that. I'll a lot more careful with the water next time..."

Garm had wandered in at this point at the sound of all the noise, but relaxed when he saw nothing wrong with his pup, and settled by the pile of Teri's things, keeping a close eye on Deadshot and Annie as Teri did her job.

Teri gave a wave to the wolf, and then focused her hands over the water, a silver cross necklace that was wrapped around her wrist acting as a divine focus as the water rose in a small column, "Just stick your head in that when you need to rinse off."

After instructing Annie about the column, she paused and thought over what both Deadshot and Annie said and then answered back, "I don't think that people are inherently good or evil. It's a matter of the choices you make to achieve your ends. Even if the both of you have done terrible things, if you have a will and a desire to do good, then you can make yourselves good. I-"

Teri paused, looking to the ground again as she remembered what she had wrought as an Author, the countless sorrows and burdens given to those she controlled, the lives she had taken with the powers given to her, and the carnage created in the Otohime mech when rage overtook her. Closing her eyes for a moment, the Cleric wiped the moisture threatening to accumulate on them with a spare arm before continuing,

"Lord knows I've killed people too. In horrible ways even, methods that I've long regretted using. But I'm trying to change that now. If the world is so bad, then I have to make myself a force of good in it. If everyone in the world just lies down and accepts the world is so bad, then what's going to change, Annie? Nothing.

Even if myself and a few others are the ones willing to do good in the world, it's better than nothing at all. And that, to me, is why I feel my God hasn't forsaken me just yet. It's because I try. And I try, and I keep trying! I know I'm going to keep screwing up, but how else will I learn how to do it right the next time? If I just gave up on working to be of use when I first came aboard this ship, I wouldn't be here. If you gave up the first time you tried your military training, you wouldn't have had the skills you have now. If Deadshot...Er... Well, he's good with a gun, right? Even he had to start somewhere with earning his moniker.

And I believe the same of you both trying to be good. If you want to be good, you have to work for it. Maybe the results won't be the same, but if you really regret the crimes you committed, I believe there is hope for you yet.... Do you understand now?"

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Deadshot, Annie, Teri, Garm

Luckily Annie was fine by talking to Deadshot about morals.. otherwise Teri probably would of freaked out. Of course after finishing the statement about people going against the norm, Teri apologized to Annie. "Again, sorry about that. I'll a lot more careful with the water next time..."

Giving a brief, simple answer with no signs of anger or anything to worry about, Annie replied, "You didn't know. You weren't here to see what happened to me when Rugal was trying to get answers out." Annie herself wasn't exactly comfortable talking about it ether. Her eyes stared at Annie's own reflection and realized how troubled she was about the experience. Some rings below her eyes, probably from the immense stress during such a short duration.

"Just stick your head in that when you need to rinse off."
Just don't think about it. Annie took a small breath before ducking her head under water. Luckily, she didn't freak out. She just felt like it was the bottom of a river, or ocean... except it was warm water.

When going up for air and ensuring no shampoo had a trace left in her silky hair, Teri started mentioning her ideals and morals about what's natural in people. "I don't think that people are inherently good or evil. It's a matter of the choices you make to achieve your ends. Even if the both of you have done terrible things, if you have a will and a desire to do good, then you can make yourselves good. I-"

Teri cut off, her face frozen in thought. This caught Annie's attention, and figured perhaps Teri wasn't to innocent from having blood on her hands. She didn't exactly look like the type of girl who'd really benefit from taking lives away. At least not from her appearance.

"Lord knows I've killed people too. In horrible ways even, methods that I've long regretted using. But I'm trying to change that now. If the world is so bad, then I have to make myself a force of good in it. If everyone in the world just lies down and accepts the world is so bad, then what's going to change, Annie? Nothing.

Even if myself and a few others are the ones willing to do good in the world, it's better than nothing at all. And that, to me, is why I feel my God hasn't forsaken me just yet. It's because I try. And I try, and I keep trying! I know I'm going to keep screwing up, but how else will I learn how to do it right the next time? If I just gave up on working to be of use when I first came aboard this ship, I wouldn't be here. If you gave up the first time you tried your military training, you wouldn't have had the skills you have now. If Deadshot...Er... Well, he's good with a gun, right? Even he had to start somewhere with earning his moniker.

And I believe the same of you both trying to be good. If you want to be good, you have to work for it. Maybe the results won't be the same, but if you really regret the crimes you committed, I believe there is hope for you yet.... Do you understand now?"

Trained to get here... Annie's mind wondered off somewhere else, back to the days where she would train under the eyes of her father. With pads on each arm, Annie would stretch the limits of her legs by kicking upwards where it would level up to Annie's head.

"That's right! Good job Annie, you're doing good."
"Hugh, haugh... auh.."
"Don't stop now, Annie. You're making such progress after all i've taught you."

"..."
The sessions of training, getting every body to work past their limits, having to bear with lectures over and over until wanting to pass out... Teri was right about one thing- she did pass the academy with ease because of the previous work she placed into training.

Teri reminds me of someone. That boy who would keep trying even if he was beaten down like a dog and left in the dust. He just wouldn't give up... who so happened to motivate group 4 to keep trying despite titans had invaded Wall Maria. Wonder what you're up to, Eren?

Annie slowly sat up from the tub, dripping in all places with droplets hitting the floor and her hair soaked with the bangs almost covering both eyes. She was handed a towel to dry in and saw Garm, who was watching her.
"Let's say I did, out of the blue... decided to become a decent human being. Do you think, in your honest opinion- that the crew will simply let me free? I'm your prisoner, even you placing those handcuffs on me after this proves it."
"People are only considered good to those who've received help. If the person refuses, they're automatically bad. I'm fully aware of your words and their meaning... but I am not seeing it."

Regardless that she was naked, Annie turned towards Teri and gave a straight forward question for everyone including Deadshot, to ponder about. "To society, people are like dogs. They're raised to be loyal, faithful, and serve a purpose to whomever sheltered them or took them in. But when that dog dies... what is the common response the owner gives to themselves or others?"

"I'll just get another one. Dogs are replaced in families all the time. In society, people are merely an asset to whatever purpose and discarded when they've served their purpose. If everyone was as unique and able to escape the harsh reality, why are there so many in poverty? Dying on the streets, left as single parents to take care of their offspring? Starving, abused, told they're nothing and replaced on a single wave of a hand?"

Annie started putting her hair into a bun again and had a serious expression.
"My point stands. People only act when there is something for them in return. If there's no value from their actions, then they will simply not care. A citizen discards a potato and gets charged for littering. A company pours chemicals and wastes into a local river and gets rewarded for their marketing. This world, and all the others have a harsh reality. I'm only good to you if I do exactly what you want. If I have stolen that artifact and have gotten away... right now I would be scum to you Teri. Am I far from the truth?"

Teri | Tama | Sadei

Sadei went and handed Tama some tilapia on rice while she continued to talk. In a way, her childish enthusiasm could be infectious. Perhaps the contrast helped with this? "Strength is always nice, but there's something to be said about not having to use it to harm. maybe something to protect others? It's what that Drow Slindis does and did...

Come to think of it, I like the passion you give Teri too. As long as it doesn't go too far, it's invigorating!"

Ton | Imps

On that rather bold challenge, Ton-Ton found that just about every imp in the Canteen along with a good majority of those in the kitchen popped in to start the assault, and the light scent of perfume that they all had quickly became cloying in such close proximity. If it wasn't for his natural fortitude, he might have become sick to his stomach!

"Don't you get it, little knight? We aren't hiding in the ranks: We've overtaken them. Now die."

The rather large force spoke in unison as it charged the Tonberry, and a good distance away from the door as well. Ton-Ton's knife would have to cut through nearly four dozen imps without tiring - many of which had made his food and drinks for himself and his family many times.

Needless to say, something had gone very wrong, especially from the confused thoughts he was getting from his buddy Cadolbolg. And his only way to make sense of it would involve a rather fierce fight.

Devon | Angie | Mel | Ella | Caim | Cadolbolg

After a translation of what the note said in a language everyone could understand, Ella tapped her foot and scowled. "Devon knows she's stuck, and for good reason. Would you hand over a blank check to your soul over where the person on the other side has control of all of the terms? Damnit, Ageha! You just couldn't leave well enough alone with us, could you!?"

Surprisingly, Melethia went and did her best to help comfort the funny Bard lady. Maybe it was because she'd seen the former man doing his best to help the others, or maybe because it was just kind of sad to see this happening to someone that was such a good friend of Teri and Ella. "Oh, wow... Dirty move there. If I see her, I'll get this woman right in between the ribs."

Upon Angelus' question, she gave a frightened nod as she did her best to not really touch her new parts in the vain hope that ignoring them would make them go away. "Yeah...that's her... I know that handwriting and that perfume... I wish I knew what to do, but I don't, okay? I wish I could do something to change this, but I can't do anything about this... Could anyone? And Melethia, why would you be so kind to someone that's caused so much trouble for you?" ALthough it wasn't a lot, Devon was certainly appreciating Angelus' caring for her and showed it by getting a bit closer to both Angie and Melethia.

"Ya wanna know why? Since you've been here, you've been passed only by my sis in doin' all ya can to help others. Sure, some of it might be silly, but there's no way we'd made it this far without ya. And ya know? I never forgot when ya gave me some of your own blood to keep me alive." With that, Melethia nearly crushed the newly-minted Devon with a rather tight hug. One thing that was rather apparent to both Angelus and Ella, though, was that Devon's old boxers were extremely ill-fitting.

"Redscale, Miss Ella, wanna find Sis? She's gonna need some underclothes that fit: The armor might resize, but it won't be nice against some areas there." She looked over to the two, ready to find Teri.

Removed until at a later time~!
- Shaun. :3

Teri | Tama | Sadei

Tama accepted the food, and gave a little wave over it, adding some additional meat to the dish, "Thanks munchkin.

But yeah, Passion. Anger. That's where I dwell. It's probably why I like the training Dad gave Us so much. It's what I like doing. I'm up close and personal when it comes to how I deal with shit. But... If fussy britches (Teri) wants to not hurt anyone, and is willing to take the steps to do that; I'll support it. But if someone's trying to kill us, I still think it's a bit silly to not want to fight back. But I'm the violence in Our head, so take me with a grain of salt. And speak of the devil... Oh, this bitch pisses me off. I fucking hate nihilists."

The droplets of blood that dripped from the Glasgow grin grew in number as Sadei could feel the rage growing between Teri and her inner darkness.... Fury fed the Shadow, and Teri was desperately trying to keep herself reigned in.

The Rising Dawn's Brig: Deadshot, Annie, Teri, Garm

Teri was surprised by Annie's cold rejection to her appeal for compassion, and the more she listened to Annie's speech about how humans weren't were jack squat, the more she felt anger rise in her chest, especially with the comparison to dogs being put into play, what with Garm being right there. The Cleric felt an intense desire to slap Annie right now for her words, but knew that would be well beside the point. Instead, she kept her silence as she scribbled on her Tablet to give Annie a change of clothes (to which they did appear on her form, rather than in her arms), make the items in the cell disappear, and reattach the shackles to Annie's arms (which Annie also noticed had a snugger but much softer feeling to). Following that, she left the cell and began to put her magical equipment back on, speaking as she did so,

"I will have to disagree with you, Annie, on several accounts. The first being on my view of you. I would not see you as scum if you did as you said you would. Rather, I would see you as a threat to those around you, which brings me to the second line of thought.

Life is precious. All of it, from the lowest dog," she spat that word with a venom that could have emulated what Annie used on her blades, "to the richest billionaire. And frankly, I've noticed that you don't cherish it one bit. The reason I have agonized for what I have done is that I realized what happens when I take a life. Each person who dies by my hand means something to somebody, be it a family member, a neighbor, or a person they say hi to walking down the street. So, I have taken steps to reduce that number. But you? Oh, you great hypocrite!

You try to make me feel bad by saying that my efforts are in vain when I try to do something about the state the world's in and what do you do? What HAVE you done? You've added to that pain. You've added to that suffering. The moment you decided to kill S'zami with your poisoned blade, and when you decided to become a Titan, you added to that problem. You didn't have to do that. You could have kept the conflict between our group and you. Hell, even running to the Desert would have been a better move.

But what did you do? You ran right into the city. You destroyed homes, killed hundreds of thousands of innocents, and attacked a place not equipped to deal with people with your degree of power. The police, or the fire men, or any other sort of force to defend weren't the problem there, Annie. You were.

I admit, I did try to appeal to your better nature. I hoped that there was something inside you that wanted to be good. I still do, actually. But you also forget one thing, Annie. To be a better person, to be GOOD, you need to take action; not just declare your attempts to be good. The declaration is but the first step. The rest of it is DOING things to help, not just complaining about how bad it is. I never said that I alone could solve any of the problems you listed. I said I was one who was trying to do at least a little bit more good than what was before. So, even if I can't solve all the problems out there, I do make SOMETHING better. And you know what, that's not the only way to do good things. You can do good by fighting against a particular problem you don't agree with, such as starvation or pollution. Even if your voice is small, joined with others, it makes SOMETHING of a difference.

Teri took a moment to breathe before shaking her head, "Your apathy will lead you to unhappiness, no matter what you do. If all you think you say or do will lead you to nothing, or has no point, why do you even want to live? You certainly put enough effort into keeping yourself alive.... Garm, let's go."

And with that, the Cleric mounted her wolf, and walked out the Brig, leaving Annie and Deadshot alone in their thoughts. Along the way however, a 'ping' appeared over the rings, and Teri found herself being pulled into another issue of some kind... Something with Devon?

Ton | Imps

Ton took his stance, his knife at the ready, but somewhat unwilling. What had lead to these imps to be possessed by his greatest enemy? Regardless, he knew that once the Daemons took hold like this, it was far to gone to recover the Imps. So, in charged the Tonberry, Knife flashing and Lantern at the ready,

"I gotta be careful, or else this will end like the time before I was taken from the Mistress. I must be strong! Cadolbolg, can you hear me? I need your help!"

Sending his call to aid to his Pact Partner, Ton began his beginning sweep to one of the imps, the Daemon Hunting blade cutting down his first opponent like butter on a heated blade. The second to attack received a blade in the eye, the third a whack of the Lantern. However, many more were willing to take their place. This was not going to be easy on Ton Ton's own...

Devon | Caim | Cadolbolg | Angie | Mel | Ella |

"Alright, Devon. Teri'll be here in a few moments.."

Cadolbolg perked up immediately after hearing his pact partner's cry, and vacated from Caim's shoulder without a second thought. Obviously, Ton Ton needed his aid, and what sort of shoddy pact partner would Cadolbolg be if he didn't answer?

Caim was slightly surprised by his son's quick departure, but shrugged, supposing the action to be on part of Ton Ton or some kind of childish vigor. In fact, it may be a good thing that Cadolbolg flew off. Gaining independence wasn't so bad...

However, the peace that was the realm of Caim's thoughts did not last for long, as Teri arrived on wolf back and hopped into the room. However, what the Cleric did not expect was for Devon to be, well, as she was....

"Devon..? My eyes must be deceiving me, because the last time I checked, you weren't a girl..."

"Master of subtly you are, Cleric."

"Caim, there is a reason she's here, remember? Now, would you kindly sit outside? Teri, we need your help in garment acquisition. Particularly of the kind that women wear.."

Teri blinked a little, and waited to Caim to leave, (and noticed Caim just gave a sort of disinterested snort where Teri was concerned) before scribbling on the Tablet and poofing in a variety of undergarments for Devon to try to her fancy (seeing as no one knew the proper type for the situation. However, with the bath Annie got and all the other things poofed and de poofed, it was readily apparent that Teri was starting to get winded from the efforts. Teri slumped in a chair after doing her work and waved a hand in questioning, "So... How?"

Doctor Chef Shawn. INSANE trigger activated.
Wanderer/Shawn/Doctor S.
Location: Rising Dawn | Main Kitchen.

While the ship was relaxing yet tense due to the latest battle, loud screaming could be heard from the canteen.

"YOU GOT THE TOUCH, YOU GOT THE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEER, YEEEAH~!!!"

Was mostly the phrase used before I giant clash of metal clanged through the halls. In the actual kitchen, the Lone Wanderer was in the middle of cooking when his insane trigger was pulled due to the amount of technology in the room. Right now he wore a deep pan on his head and was throwing multiple knifes at every single thing in the room, apart from his ingredients of course. The Imps in the kitchen were scared as they hid from the chef looking Doctor.

Soon even more crashing was heard as the Wanderer knelt down on the table next to his work station in the kitchen.
"Oh Father, why did you leave me ... TO MAKE DINNER. I don't know how to do this shit!" He yelled in the kitchen and grabbed a almost escaped Imp. "See, this pepper shaker doesn't work." He commented as he almost snapped the neck of a Imp but dropped it in sadness. "FUCK YOU NARRATOR, you don't control me!" Was the words he yelled towards me. *Sigh* This happens quite a lot to this man.

"Stop ... talking, you ass." He muttered as he prepared the ingredients in the meantime Actually managing to set up everything for cooking, he stepped back and searched through his Pip-Boy. Suddenly wearing a welder's mask and wielding a flamethrower (Flamer in Fallout) he began to cook the food with it. Soon enough, the flames started to fill the kitchen. Luckily for the occupants they escaped before the flames reached them.

The Wanderer then began to yell and laugh insanely now!
"MOTHERFUCKERS GET THIS MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES OUT OF MY WOUNDS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~"
He said out of control but suddenly the sprinklers turned on and put out both the flames and the flamethrower. Taking his welder's hat off and putting his flamer back where it came from, he looked at the dishes and marveled with sparkles in his eyes. "Hmmm, Perfect'o" He muttered as he plated them up and started to skip to the Brig again.

EDIT for Ton Ton.

Yet, more imps poured out from the kitchen where loud music and yelling came from. It seemed to be on fire and soon it was out. If it wasn't worse enough a weird smiling, Doctor man came out skipping with two plates of weird food. Weirdness and madness was a highlight of this event.

Rising Dawn | Brig

Skipping towards the brig, the Wanderer certainly disturbed many of the ship's crew and possibly AI ... even a women he had never met before but looked prone to a chainsaw or two. Not caring a bit, when he came to the brig once more he coughed and cleared his throat, then suddenly Teri came out, mounted her wolf (Which he just noticed) and left, having his hands full the Wanderer only waved goodbye with a sort of creepy smile. The Wanderer knew something went on in there.

The insane part of him has stopped firing for now. Kicking open the door lightly, the metal clang lightly filled the brig as the Doctor looking Wanderer came in again. "Hello everyone and thing. I have bought dinner for our one lovely prisoner and our very faceless and dirty other prisoner who I may experiment on later but that does not get in the way of a good dinner!" He yelled in a happy tone as he started to place the meals down, just noticing the dark atmosphere..

Going by Deadshot's cell, he still saw the Whiskey he placed inside still not drank.
Frowning towards Deadshot that he had not drank his totally spiked Whisky, Shawn placed his meal on the ground.
"Okay, after this ... drink your damn sleeping juice grandpa!" He said to the prisoner as he shuffled his tray in.

In case the pictures did not say anything, it was Mac n' Cheese (From the pre-war era) and some Mutant cow wellington.
Moving past the next cell quickly, the Good Doctor came up Annie within a weird feeling. Placing the meal down in worry he retreated back, grabbed a chair and pulled it in front of Annie's cell. "So ... here is your meal. You can do me a favor and tell me how you are feeling and the possibility of what happened."

With the meal, it was clear Annie got the better deal.
It was simple noodles and his very own Wasteland omelette, filled with many kinds of mystery meats.

Rising Dawn: Canteen: David West, Ton Ton, Imps

"YOU GOT THE TOUCH, YOU GOT THE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEER, YEEEAH~!!!"

While Shawn's power ballad would be lauded at any other time, the fact he timed his cooking with the first decent wink of sleep that David had gotten over the last few days quickly resulted in the reverse being true.
".......AHHHHHHHHHRRGGGG!" The Sniper screamed as he pulled himself out of bed wearing only his jeans, Gun Holster and socks and began marching towards the Canteen and the source of that racket.

Kicking though the door, he shouted "RIGHT! WHO THE HELL IS PLAYING STAN BU-...."
In his efforts, he managed to attract every single rouge Imp in the room, seeing how he was a MUCH larger target then Ton Ton.
An extremely awkward en passe ensured as he saw what was going on, only to be broken by-
"Oh Father, why did you leave me ... TO MAKE DINNER. I don't know how to do this shit!"
"...*Sigh*...God Dammit Wanderer..." David cringed before the Imps Resumed their attack.

Thinking fast, he rolled to the side and grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall before throwing at the nearest charging Imp, The Metal canister weighting more then he did.
In the same motion, he pulled his M500 from it's holster before firing at the Red Object, causing it to blow and fill the room with a Blinding white smoke.
Quickly getting swarmed, What followed was something worthy of the song that Shawn was violating in the next room.

"After all is said and done
You've never walked, you've never run,
You're a winner."

"AHHHH! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" He shouted as 5 of them managed to latch onto him before clawing at him, pulling at his hair and face and generally re-creating the Graveyard scene from Army of Darkness.
Slamming his back to the wall to rid the one on his back, his arm scrambled for the first object he could find: A fork.
Using it to the best of his abilities, He managed to pull one off his face before stabbing it though it's wing and pinning it to the wall, unable to free itself.
This led to one climbing up the back of his head and pounding on his head like a set of bongo drums.

"You got the moves, you know the streets
Break the rules, take the heat
You're nobody's fool."

Trashing from Pain, he did what seemed like a good idea at the time: Picking up a plate and crashing it over his head in order to knock it off his head, you can imagine how well that worked, what with the Imp wisely moving out of the way.
"Owwwwww...I deserved that" He groaned before the offender climbed back on, allowing him to grab hold of him this time.
Struggling with it, He managed to grab it by the horns before shoving it into the Salad bar, attempting to drown it in a vat of Mayonnaise.

"You're at your best when when the goin' gets rough
You've been put to the test, but it's never enough."

This was of course until No.4 managed to nail him in the back with one of the Canteen's folding chairs, WWE Style.
"OWWWWWW! YOU SON OF A-" The Sniper growled as he attempted to take the Chair away from his attacker, each side pulling in an attempt to wrestle control over it.
Smirking, he then let go, causing the Imp to end up striking himself in the face and knocking himself out.
He then pulled out his gun and charged the remaining Imps.

"You got the touch
You got the power
When all hell's breakin' loose
You'll be riding the eye of the storm"

Holding his extremely large gun by the barrel, he began using it as a Blunt Object, slamming the butt of it into the attacking swarm, not having enough of an opening to line up a shot.
While he wasn't as strong as the likes of Rugal or Caim, He was able to hit with enough force to Bat them out of the air and into the walls and tables of the Canteen.
"You got the heart
You got the motion"

This went on until it was just him and the Head Imp remaining, the latter clearly realizing this ambush was going a lot better a few minutes ago.
Still, it was able to get the upper hand, grabbing David's Weapon before attempting to fire it at the Sniper.
"OH SHI-" He managed to get out before his instinct kicked in, prompting up to flip a table and take cover.
The Head Imp fired, though the Recoil and Kickback was enough to give West time to react: Jumping over the Table and Drop-kicking him into the Order Counter, causing to crash into it and leave a sizible dent in the male.
"You know that when things get too tough
You got the touch."

"oohhhhh...Fuck...My...Life..." He groaned in pain as he laid in the middle of a competely ruined Canteen, with Imps laying on the floor and walls all around him doing the same.
Shawn then skipped by, too wrapped up in his own madness to really notice the warzone.
"...Ton Ton...Mind getting me a Club Orange...No ice?...and a straw?..."

Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Shawn, Annie, Teri

As Shawn arrived, Deadshot poked at the Mac and Cheese he was handed, While he didn't know that the Box Shawn used was over 200 years old, he had a feeling that something was up.
The meat wasn't much better looking, it was like it was from a cow that was born in a Toxic Waste site.
"...I'll pass..." He said, not really trusting whatever cooking skills the Wanderer claimed to have, at this rate, the safest thing to do would just be to maybe start a hunger strike.
"...Yo Annie, I wouldn't touch the food. This guy is...well...Himself." He warned his fellow prisoner, hoping Shawn didn't try something similar with her meal.

Teri | Tama | Sadei

Sadei went and handed Tama some tilapia on rice while she continued to talk. In a way, her childish enthusiasm could be infectious. Perhaps the contrast helped with this? "Okay, Teri, I know you're angry at her, but you did the right thing by just chewing her out. Attacking her would've proved her right... Maybe after a lot of time, she'll learn?"

Ton | Imps

Thankfully, David and the Wanderer's aid turned what would be a rather grueling fight into a rather quick mop-up scene with broken bodies of imps all around them. it was a shame that the smell of blood didn't quite mask up that damned perfume. However, the fact that the imps had attacked so suddenly was worrying in itself. Who'd sent them to try and kill the tonberry? They were under Devon's control, but the two were so close it was hard to imagine it could be from him.

And then there would be the second issue of how they'd explain that they'd killed so many imps in the first place. After all, Devon seemed to be rather protective of the guys from what they'd seen...

Devon | Angie | Mel | Ella | Caim | Cadolbolg

Teri's arrival and summoning of the various undergarments invoked a rather shaky and downtrodden statement from the girl on the bed. "...I'm sorry, Caim, but could you please turn around for a bit? I'm already uncomfortable enough as it is having to get dressed like a little child... And try to go easy on Teri, please? She's got good reason to be confused..." Although she was a girl, the way she spoke made it rather clear that this was Devon.

On Teri's inquiry, Melethia as more than a bit blunt when she spoke out loud to her clearly confused and tired shster. "Devon musta done something to make this Ageha somethin' or other real mad, and somehow slipped her a delayed curse item. Whoever this Ageha is, though, she's strong enough to change a Bard's known spells..."

Ella held Devon in a light embrace and then handed Teri the letter that Devon had gotten. "It's all in there. I know our little Ember (Flagrun) was showing you some INfernal, so it shouldn't be that hard to read at all. If nothing else, Ageha does know how to keep things simple to read." From the way she spat out that last name, it was clear to Teri that there was some rather bad blood between Ella and Ageha now.

Indeed, it was rather easy for Teri to read (albeit with a few stumbling blocks, but the words around those areas made it easy to discern) and the full extent of what had happened was rather apparent. Luckily for Devon, she could get some assistance from Angelus and Ella in finding out how this all fit even if the process as a whole was still rather crushing to her ego.

"You've got it wrong, Ella... I'm supposed to be helping you out of these; you're not supposed to be helping me in them... Are they supposed to feel this large? It's like I could break my back here." Even though she tried to laugh, this was probably the lowest any of them had seen Devon. After a bit of hunting, the right size was found, but it was definitely larger than what a man would have..

Slindis | Jenny | Rugal

"And I have worked with more uncoordinated people in my time, so this won't be as bad. It might start with a lot of fatigue-based pain, but she'll be stronger for it in the long-term... That was Rugal, Jenny. Would you like to help me check on him?" Her relaxed mood went back to that rather stern demeanor that Slindis was famous for, and she made her way to Rugal's room rather quickly.

bluerocker:
"I will have to disagree with you, Annie, on several accounts. The first being on my view of you. I would not see you as scum if you did as you said you would. Rather, I would see you as a threat to those around you, which brings me to the second line of thought.

Life is precious. All of it, from the lowest dog," she spat that word with a venom that could have emulated what Annie used on her blades, "to the richest billionaire. And frankly, I've noticed that you don't cherish it one bit. The reason I have agonized for what I have done is that I realized what happens when I take a life. Each person who dies by my hand means something to somebody, be it a family member, a neighbor, or a person they say hi to walking down the street. So, I have taken steps to reduce that number. But you? Oh, you great hypocrite!

You try to make me feel bad by saying that my efforts are in vain when I try to do something about the state the world's in and what do you do? What HAVE you done? You've added to that pain. You've added to that suffering. The moment you decided to kill S'zami with your poisoned blade, and when you decided to become a Titan, you added to that problem. You didn't have to do that. You could have kept the conflict between our group and you. Hell, even running to the Desert would have been a better move.

But what did you do? You ran right into the city. You destroyed homes, killed hundreds of thousands of innocents, and attacked a place not equipped to deal with people with your degree of power. The police, or the fire men, or any other sort of force to defend weren't the problem there, Annie. You were.

I admit, I did try to appeal to your better nature. I hoped that there was something inside you that wanted to be good. I still do, actually. But you also forget one thing, Annie. To be a better person, to be GOOD, you need to take action; not just declare your attempts to be good. The declaration is but the first step. The rest of it is DOING things to help, not just complaining about how bad it is. I never said that I alone could solve any of the problems you listed. I said I was one who was trying to do at least a little bit more good than what was before. So, even if I can't solve all the problems out there, I do make SOMETHING better. And you know what, that's not the only way to do good things. You can do good by fighting against a particular problem you don't agree with, such as starvation or pollution. Even if your voice is small, joined with others, it makes SOMETHING of a difference.

Teri took a moment to breathe before shaking her head, "Your apathy will lead you to unhappiness, no matter what you do. If all you think you say or do will lead you to nothing, or has no point, why do you even want to live? You certainly put enough effort into keeping yourself alive.... Garm, let's go."

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Annie, Deadshot, Wanderer

When Teri left on Garm, the titan shifter stood there with her eyes looking downwards, despite her expression looked bored (her usual look anyway). Getting such a speech like that is one thing but the last part did make Annie very aware of herself for some reason. She felt like her life was all dreck, which is highly unusual since Annie doesn't take into account of what other people think of her.
If all I say or do leads to nothing, or has no point... why do I want to live?
"..."

Now her face was looking downwards, the shadow covering her eyes and the body began to slump down until Annie was sitting, her arms and legs having shackles but at least her neck was free of it. Still, she laid her head against Deadshot's bar and drifted into a day dream, reflecting on Teri's words. What was it about her that made Annie so conscious of herself?
Tch.

... Then came the doctor, who kindly gave her (and Deadshot) food. Fortunately, Annie wasn't all to down as she became swivet due to being hungry. When the food's steam was inhaled by Annie's nose the girl couldn't help but scoot as close as possible to where the Wanderer placed the food.

StormShaun:
"So ... here is your meal. You can do me a favor and tell me how you are feeling and the possibility of what happened."

She looked up, in a way that took the doctor by surprise. She had this 'innocent' yet sorrowful expression on.
"I'm much better. Thank you... and for the meal. I don't know why you're helping me like Teri but I won't refuse such a gift."

Diablo1099:
"...Yo Annie, I wouldn't touch the food. This guy is...well...Himself."

If she wasn't so hungry, Annie probably would of noticed that one of the meals had chicken feet sticking out or whatever they actually were. But Annie simply by her efforts of wanting to survive- used her foot to pull the food closer to herself and then leaned down with her hands. Despite being shackled, she could still eat like a regular person. Not even hesitating, she opened her mouth wide and took a big chunk out of the sandwich with mysterious meats.

She kept eating, not stopping and though some cheese was hanging on her lip... she wiped it off and licked that part off her hand. That's how hungry she was. Sadly she didn't bother getting around to the Wanderer's question but maybe seeing her eat all that food he cooked up was good enough.

Teri | Tama | Sadei

Tama accepted the rice and fish meal again, taking a few more bites out of the dish before continuing, "Damn straight that bitch needed sorting out! I hate people who talk like that. If life's so fucking worthless, then go off yourself. Well, maybe not, but at least take the 'life is meaningless' bullshit elsewhere. Whoever talks like that is a fucking buzzkill and needs to find something better to do with their lives instead of complaining."

The Shadow took a couple more bites of her meal, and continued, "Now, as far as setting that woman straight, that's easy. I told you before, kid, it takes a bitch to get shit sometimes. And sometimes I make us rather bitchy."

Tama paused again when the duo felt another wave of emotions wash over the two of them, and realized what the source was, "Oh...He's involved in all this.... Fasten your seatbelts, munchkin, this won't end pretty."

Ton | Imps | David | Cadolbolg

Ton Ton looked at the carnage around them, still confused as to why the whole incident had happened at all. However, first things first. He had to check on David. Wandering over to the Irishman's side, Ton Ton shook David a little, "Mr. West? Mr. West? Are you okay? Please, say something aside from drink ideas!"

And it right at this part Cadolbolg appeared, looking both confused and relieved that Ton Ton had came out of the battle unscathed, "So much for coming to help... Everything okay, sans the imps?"

Ton nodded slowly, "I think so. However, I'm a bit worried about Mr. West. Help me prop him up. I'm a little worried though. Those imps were possessed by the Daemons, or something similar to them, when we were fighting them. Something's horribly wrong here."

Cadolbolg gave a grunt as he helped prop up David against a wall in the Canteen, "Agreed. But why would they be possessed?"

Devon | Angie | Mel | Ella | Caim

Teri read the letter over a few times, and then her jaw dropped when she realized what that last bit of Infernal meant, "...Lord of Hell, Ageha? That can't be right! One second, Devon."

Fishing out the amulet from underneath her robes, the group saw as the Cleric squeezed the amulet with her eyes closed, and in a flash of light, a familiar (former) Archangel appeared before them. Clad in a fancy looking Italian suit, blonde hair slicked back and eyes as blue as ever; was Lucifer, the Fallen, former Lord of Hell.
The Angel flexed his wings for a moment before sighing, "Teri, you and I have been over this already, I can't associate with you anymore. We're throu- Oh."
Lucifer paused when he realized that there was far more than just the Devil and the Cleric, and his eyes went to the now transmuted bard, "...I see. Care to explain what's going on, Teri?"

That was when Teri shoved the letter in the Devil's face (or as best as a 5'1.5" girl could), "How about you explain THIS? I thought you were supposed to be watching over that place for God? And the next thing I know, some bitch named Ageha has turned Devon into a woman! What the FUCK, Lucifer? This kind of negligence is a new kind of low, even for you."

Lucifer would have said something, but the color drained from his face when he realized the cat was out of the bag. Wings slumping, the former Prince of Darkness leaned against a wall and explained to the party how Hell had found out about his consorting with a Cleric of the Enemy, and how Ageha had used that to discredit him and throw him off the throne,"And I've been on the run from Hell since, slowly grabbing what bits of power I can manage with the few who will listen. And if Ageha's moving against Devon...Then she's doing it to get back at me. Of course, that Nail in your pocket'd be a hefty prize too, kiddo. Boss knows what she'd do with either you or him. An Author or an artifact. She wins either way."

Of course, the next thing that happen Lucifer did not anticipate. A gloved hand found it's way to Lucifer's jaw; one that was connected to a very angry Caim. Of course, he wasn't the only one. Ella took the chance to bring her own fist to Lucifer's face as well. However, with Damage Reduction and healing properties, the blows didn't last for long on the Angel's immaculate countenance. Still, he looked to the floor as Caim was the first to begin,

"ALL OF THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU AND HER?! Your inability to keep it in your pants is what lead you to be thrown from your seat of power, and get all of us caught up in the crossfire! Wow... I knew I loathed your arrogant kind already, but this is SO much worse. It's bad enough when you act as you do, but when your affairs bring everyone down with you, I can't help but wonder why people revere your kind so much.

And you." Caim had turned his gaze to Teri, his cold blue eyes locking with hazel, fixing Teri in place with the worst death glare Caim could muster, "I was beginning to expect better of you, given your efforts around here. But no, I realize that you. Can't. Change. No matter what you do, your efforts ruin someone else's life, your want for drama being a core function of your being. You are what I hate most about the Authors, because as much as you preach and pray about changing yourself and making yourself useful; you're just as much dead weight as you used to be. I know right now that if I plunged my blade in your neck, you'd die and take me and the rest of my own with me. And the fact you reveled in what we suffered, makes me question if you set this up on your own."

Teri didn't move from her spot when Caim's words cut through her, the doubts she had experienced being thrown in her face by the man whom she felt she owed the most to. Not only did her actions indirectly lead to Devon's current situation, she knew what Caim said was true. She hadn't changed at all. Shaking, Teri could only blink before her eyes watered, a tiny, "I'm sorry." tumbling out of her mouth as she felt paralyzed by the swordsman's gaze.

Teri | Tama | Sadei

It was a shame that events had led to this standoff, and it was clear that Sadei didn't quite know what to say to help Teri. "Um, it's not worth dwelling on the past? I know you didn't plan this, so don't act like it... It's that Lucifer's fault..."

Devon | Angie | Mel | Ella | Caim

As the tensions in the room rose to a boiling point, Devon did what had seemed impossible for her a few minutes ago: She stood up and placed herself between Caim and Teri. "Both of you, stop it! I know this sucks for me, and I'm not sure if it can be fixed. There's one thing I do know, Caim, and it's this: Ageha was the one that wrote that curse. Ageha was the one that stripped me of my only out. Teri only did what she felt was right, but she made a mistake. That's her thing, but I'm not abouot to have the both of you at each other's throats!

Please, just hear me out. This might be what she wants, you know? I don't want to see any of you here get hurt over this, so do me a favor and try to tolerate if not cooperate with each other? I can forgive Teri for her mistake, because we're still human. I just don't want to see all of the people I care about trying to tear each other apart because of one unfortunate thing; work it out for my sake if you've no other reason." Although she was the second shortest person ther behind Melethia, it still didn't stop Devon from doing her best to help.

"If you want to blame it on someone, look at my bitch of a mom that seems determined to kill all of the joy in my life just because she's a bitter old lady. Now then, would you help me get Devon used to how she'll need to dress for now? I'd like to keep her at least looking decent." Even in her state, Teri could see that Ella was still willing to be close to Devon.

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After watching the three leave the room, Melethia looked over to Angelus and tugged her sleeve. "Want me to help massage Mister Caim's back? Just 'cause I usually go to stab someone in those points doesn't mean I can't knead them to let some stress out." Maybe it was a bit forced, but that room needed the enthusiasm that Mel was putting out there.

Rising Dawn: Canteen: David West, Ton Ton, Imps Good!Imps

"...A Rasher and Egg Sanger (Sandwich) would also be nice..." David groaned as Cadolblog and Ton Ton propped him up, The Sniper was all scratched from the Imps claws, but nothing worse then he'd normally get.
"Relax, I'm fine...Just...Was kinda hoping to just get some Zs..." He sighed as he looked at the mayhem he caused, the sounds of several dozen imps groaning filling the room around them.
"Righhhhhhtttttt...We're going to need to clean this up." He said before walking into the kitchen to find something to throw them all into and hopefully get them off the ship before Devon showed up.
Walking over the remains of both the Canteen and Shawn's attempts at cooking, he began to pull out some empty potato sacks until he heard a metal banging nearby.
"Oh now what?..." He sighed as he pulled out his gun before checking one of the freezers where the banging was coming from.
Unlocking it, he was greeted with the slight of 5 imps all tied up, shivering and covered in frost, most likely the few that didn't want to take part in...whatever the hell that Ambush was about.
"...What the Crap- Hey, you guys alright?" He asked as he began to untie them, hoping to get some answers.

Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Shawn, Annie

"....Eh, to each their own..." Deadshot shrugged, though he wasn't going to touch his food anytime soon, Hell, he'd rather wait until he went to UNIT before he ate.
Speaking of; "So Rads-For-Brains (Shawn), How much longer we going to be here? Last I checked, it was UNIT who was in charge of arresting lairs and thieves like my good self?..." He asked, not wanting to be around here for the next Session to start.

Rising Dawn: Captain's Quarters: Rugal, Slindis, Jenny

Rugal was standing there for a good minute, his mind trying to process whatever the hell just happened.
He snapped out of it when he heard footsteps nearing his room, which was in a right mess after his minor bender.
As Slindis went to knock, she heard the lock shut right as she neared the door, something was up.
Jenny leaned in and knocked before asking "Excuse me, Rugal?...You alright in there?..."
"Indeed I am, Just still filling out that damn report for UNIT." He answered, using this lifelong honed skill of lying to cover for him as he scrambled to fix up the place, unaware that he still smelt of Gasoline.

Caramel Frappe:
It is actually a Wasteland omelette. XD

Choices.
Wanderer/Shawn/Doctor S, Annie and Deadshot.
Location: Rising Dawn | Brig.

Not getting any information out of the girl, Shawn sighed but turned to Deadshot after he spoke.
Since he did not eat his food, the Wanderer took this as a personal insult. Not only to his cooking, but to his skills.
When this type of thing happens he usually goes out to demonstrate his skills in a very insanely matter. When the Wanderer turned around, Deadshot could see his big glowing eyes behind his dark lucky shades.

"Why the hell would I know. All I am is a Doctor, scientists and all-round-killer." The good but insane Doctor said in a non-caring way. Wanderer didn't care if this person got taken or not, as long as he is around he could do things to him, which made life more fun on this ship ... apart from the robot building, weapon making and insane events he usually does. Entering Deadshot's cell, he picked up the Whiskey he made especially for Deadshot and looked at him with a very creepy smile, probably bordering on insane.

"Seeing how you are not eating, I cannot allow that. My skills can garuentee at least that this stuff is edible ... and since we all want you to live, especially me, we have three choices." The Doctor said as he placed the Whiskey on the ground to the right side of himself. Then he grabbed the plat of food and placed it in the middle, then he pulled a scalpel out of nowhere and placed it to the left side of himself.

"Now those choices ...
One, you can eat your food ... the easy choice and would cause less hassle to me.
Number two, I can get you drunk and force feed you. Simple yet rough.
And duh daa daaa~, number three. I can put you under, cut through to your stomach and see if I can place all this food within your stomach and patch ya all up. Personally the last one is my favorite, I can both experimate and have fun with you ... it is win-win~!
" The good Doctor cackled with sanity after he spoke.

Looking towards the sharpshooter he leaned in. "So ... what will it be?"

StormShaun:
So sorry about that D:

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Annie, Wanderer, Deadshot

Annie had already finished consuming her entire omelette thus overheard the conversation the doctor was having with Deadshot.
Even though more likely than not, Annie would mind her own business even if others fell to misfortune. But this was not the case.

"The food is well cooked... I didn't mind it at all. Give it a try at least."
This was more of a statement wanting to help Deadshot then anything. After all, he did help her beforehand.

"In my world, we don't have meat. The titans roam the lands outside the walls so it's almost impossible to hunt. Even in the academy, soldiers would only be given breads, potatoes, and simple products from farming. We don't have the luxuries like people here do. That is why... I will take advantage and eat all what was given to me."

She started with using two of her index fingers, to pull up the noodles and vacuum them into the mouth. She then stopped after the third bite of noodles to speak with Deadshot. "The doctor wants you to live Deadshot... if he wanted anything else like information, he would of tortured us long ago like Rugal did. I'm going to trust him enough to eat, so it would be best if you did too."

You have chosen...poorly...
Deadshot, Wanderer/Shawn/Doctor S and Annie
Location: Rising Dawn | Brig.

Deadshot shot Shawn a confused stare.
"...." ...THESE...are the people who arrested me?...Fuck My Life... He thought as Shawn kept staring at him as if he lost something in his head between now and the last time he was in the brig.
"...You have some SERIOUS emotional issues, don't you?..." He said before glancing down at the 200 year old Mac and Cheese, really not looking forward to putting that gunk in his mouth.
""The doctor wants you to live Deadshot..."
"...Somehow...I...doubt that..."
"I'm going to trust him enough to eat, so it would be best if you did too."
"...O-okay then..." The assassin finally relented as he pulled over his tray, hesitating as he dipped his fingers into it, seeing how he wasn't really given a fork or something.
Still, at Annie's request (And out of hoping it'd get Shawn to stop looking at him like that) he had a mouthful.

His expression soured before he rushed over to the sink to spit it out, retching and coughing as he did.
"UUUUUGGGHGHHHHHHH!.....CHRIST!....HOW DO YOU-.....Uhhhhh, It's like Sour Milk and fucking Dust!" He shouted before looking for a way to get the taste out of his mouth.
As a result, he grabbed the Whiskey and used it to wash down the awful 200 year old Mac and Cheese.
"....oyyyyy...Prison Food can't be this bad..." He sighed, taking a another few gulps of the spiked Whiskey, already feeling a little...strange...
Taking a moment to react, he sniffed the bottle, knowing instantly what Shawn just did before gripping the bars of his cell in anger.
"...Ohhhhh...you dirtymotherfuckingrambledabblecrazyperson..." He slurred on his slow decent to the floor of his cell, audible snoring quickly filling the air.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Annie, Deadshot, Wanderer

Annie was finishing up her noodles, not minding that she had to using her two fingers to let the noodles hang over in order to store it into her mouth. That's when she heard Deadshot going off. "UUUUUGGGHGHHHHHHH!.....CHRIST!....HOW DO YOU-.....Uhhhhh, It's like Sour Milk and fucking Dust!"

"..." Annie paused, noticing that the more Deadshot talked the more his words started to dose off.
She realized that the Wanderer may of drugged his whiskey after all, only for the rogue to simply pass out.

"...Ohhhhh...you dirtymotherfuckingrambledabblecrazyperson..."

As he fell, Annie's heart began to beat a bit. Why would the Wanderer make Deadshot fall asleep for? He was, after all.. a bit insane obviously and though he cooked well for her- who knows what he planned for Deadshot. Memories started filling in her head about how Rugal took advantage of Annie being in shackles to waterboard her with gasoline.

"..." Since her neck wasn't shackled, she tilted her head downward to pull that clip out of the hair. Turns out, Teri didn't notice during the bath that Annie still had that pitch black key hidden. When she was able to place that clip into the hair, the key was dashed underneath the clip. Pulling the key out with the clip and placing it back into her hair, Annie started to remove the shackles in secret so the doctor wouldn't know.

Once both were off and slowly lowered, Annie got up and slowly watch the doctor as he leaned down to look at Deadshot.
"Doctor S.." Annie announced, only for the doctor to be alert. The sound of her voice wasn't from the far left of the cell. It was directly right behind him. He turned around, only to witness Annie staring right at him face to face.

Annie's expression was chilling, those eyes peering down into the Doctor's with her being that close up. The tone itself was enough to scare anyone especially with being caught by surprise like that. She wasn't sure how the Doctor would react, but one thing was for sure... she wasn't chained up and free to do whatever.

Rising Dawn: Canteen: David West, Ton Ton, Imps Good!Imps

THe imps rubbed their wrists and looked relieved that they'd been taken out right then. "If it'd been any longer, we'd have been on a trip back to the big fire, and the ones you had to fight out there were part of the new management.

...you DID take them out, didn't you?" The tallest one looked around for more of the ambushers before finally catching some of the carnage that had happened out there, and the other four imps turned to each other to find out which one would have to tell Devon what had happened here.

Rising Dawn: Captain's Quarters: Rugal, Slindis, Jenny

Slindis noticed the odd smell and made a small inquiry to Rugal. "After you finish, you need to clean off... you smell of something, although I can't really place what." Fortunately for Rugal, Slindis wasn't too familiar with Gasoline...

Bad feelings.
Wanderer/Shawn/Doctor S, Annie and Deadshot.
Location: Rising Dawn | Brig.

Feeling of the presence behind him did worry the Wanderer, although that did not remove his smile from his face as he looked at Deadshot. "Told him to drink his sleeping juice." The Doctor muttered as he laid Deadshot on his bed, clearly not planning to do anything. Turning around he picked up the scalpel his placed on the ground. "I have already hurt him enough, especially since I fucked up his big plans." The Doctor chuckled as he gripped the scalpel till it turned into nothing, that was all to the human or eyes of Annie, he actually placed it within his invisible inventory.

" ... although for his own life, I would have operated on him if he didn't eat. It would be terrible if he died before those people came to pick him up." The Doctor said back to Annie who was directly in front of him and unshackled. In the Wanderer's mind he could always come back at one point to do stuff to Deadshot, but it would be for the better and good of his research. The good point about his experimentations are that he doesn't like to cause pain to the subjects. Sometimes you just can't avoid hurting some people.

Not moving from his position, not showing fear but a smile. A single person could not tell if this smile was out of happiness or insanity, it was probably both. "Now about you being free and all. Honestly I would welcome it if I knew you were not going to steal something or escape. Best thing for you to do is ... well probably that you go back to your cell, stay there and wait until you can prove you are trustworthy. I'm guessing you are just like the rest of us, this isn't your world and it will be some time before you go back ... just like me." The Good Doctor said, not removing his weird smile and looks.

"If I remember, you caused great pain to some of us ... one of them is even in the infirmary laying in a bed whilst their loved one weeps besides them. Saying sorry might help ... " The Doctor said again but his look turned to curiosity and thought.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Wanderer, Annie, Deadshot

"Now about you being free and all. Honestly I would welcome it if I knew you were not going to steal something or escape. Best thing for you to do is ... well probably that you go back to your cell, stay there and wait until you can prove you are trustworthy. I'm guessing you are just like the rest of us, this isn't your world and it will be some time before you go back ... just like me." The Good Doctor said, not removing his weird smile and looks.

"If I remember, you caused great pain to some of us ... one of them is even in the infirmary laying in a bed whilst their loved one weeps besides them. Saying sorry might help ... "

Annie stood firm with a bored expression, but this time her eyes alone were a bit sharper. The moment seemed awkward as nether one of them spoke after... the girl merely not taking her sights off the Wanderer.
She closed her eyes, telling the doctor, "I won't go back to my cell. Not when that man can return at any time."

She came closer, but with a motion that didn't seem intimidating.
"I'm willing to wear the handcuffs, but I must be around someone the entire time. Might as well be you.
Also- if anything happens to Deadshot... I will tear this airship halfway in the center."

The tone was like ice, the threat severe. However, the doctor did take note in how Annie seemed sad beneath that layer. The eyes were wider, dimming with light but if you weren't observant- you wouldn't be able to tell.
"... Take me to the crew. Let them see for themselves that i'm obeying their regulations on prisoners.. besides.."

The way she paused, it seemed she was having a hard time spitting it out.
"Teri.. she'll probably be satisfied seeing her efforts not go in vain." Annie was referring to the fact Teri tries to help, make changes and gave Annie a second chance with that bath.

Second chances.
Wanderer/Shawn/Doctor S, Annie and Deadshot.
Location: Rising Dawn | Brig.

Nodding with Annie, the Doctor did agree with her at some points. "I guess that is true." He said whilst pondering, he remembered that the Slavers of the Mojave or Caesar's Legion as they are commonly known placed bomb collars on the prisoners and slaves. Terrible things, you put them on and once you get out of range it goes off and the wearer is no more. Shaking his head, the Doctor looked up to Annie. "It was nothing ... this just reminded me of a slaving legion I was enemies with back home. They placed collars on their slaves and prisoners, but they would explode if they tried to run. Luckily enough I hate the things and that these people had the good graces to not equip on you." He said with sadness as he remembered many prisoners falling victim to it, even himself was equipped with one when he visited the Brotherhood of Steel in the Mojave.

"Yeah ... they are not comfortable. That Legion makes it more torturous with their methods." The Doctor gave a small smile and scratched his neck as he remembered the feeling of the collar. "But yeah, I'll follow you around ... and not harm will come to Deadshot ... from me at least." Wanderer gave a shrug at everyone else's thoughts. Going outside the cell he fetched a pair of handcuffs and placed them on Annie.

Taking her outside the brig the Doctor was stuck in thought. "Since I am the person I am, I'll give you a tour around the ship. If we find anyone I'll introduce you ... and I will make sure we avoid the big red monster who has taken fake commander status of this vessel. Although I know several people who disagree with him and his position. Me, myself agrees with them." He said to her as they began to walk.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Wanderer, Annie, Whomever Else

"Since I am the person I am, I'll give you a tour around the ship. If we find anyone I'll introduce you ... and I will make sure we avoid the big red monster who has taken fake commander status of this vessel. Although I know several people who disagree with him and his position. Me, myself agrees with them." So it seemed that everyone not only agreed with Rugal's methods but also disapprove of his position on board. Annie was aware that in the hallways, the turrets did not follow her movement. Were they on stand by?

She was also a bit troubled by what the Doctor mentioned. "It was nothing ... this just reminded me of a slaving legion I was enemies with back home. They placed collars on their slaves and prisoners, but they would explode if they tried to run. Luckily enough I hate the things and that these people had the good graces to not equip on you."

"..." When she thought more about it, the crew really could of did away with her. It wasn't even about killing her off for say, but rather they could of tortured her with no regards of stopping. Even Teri who knew of Annie's crimes gave her rather comfortable shackles rather then tighter security like chains on the waist.

Not to mention back in her world... the Scouting Legion had worse for those who've committed crimes. Put in jail for the rest of their lives, or whipped in the center of court for their disobedience. As for titans... they shot giant hooks throughout the body to keep them in place with no way of moving a muscle. Some would even go through the face and eyes, with the humans experimenting on them with little regards of whether they feel pain or not.

Why do they care of my well being..? I don't understand any of them. That girl just insisted on helping even though she's seen what i've done. Then this doctor cooks food for me. To be treated this way.. to even hear of them wanting me to join their ranks- I don't understand it at all.

Annie shifted her eyes to the doctor. He was smiling still, not keeping a close eye on her at all. He didn't even seem bothered whether if she was a bit behind him or slightly ahead. Was he that comfortable with Annie around?
She stopped for a bit, eyes widening as she realized something based on her part.

Annie didn't assault the doctor with his back turned. She didn't attempt to take him out when she had the chance. Rather, she confronted him in hopes he wouldn't harm Deadshot.
Did you do this to me Teri? Got me to feel so guilty, that I acted without considering my options?

"... Tch." Annie hissed with her teeth barely showing but obviously appointing that Annie was annoyed. The doctor stopped and turned around, only for Annie to catch up with him as they proceeded walking.

Hey guys, its a new arc, look at that!

Airship Rising Dawn: In the Skies

A single week had passed since the incident in Las Venturas, the sun was high, and the weather was clear for flight on the Airship. All was pristine (give or take the shaky relations beginning between the prisoners and the crewmembers) for the week, and for once, the group felt they could let the air out.... At least, that was too ideal of a thought.

As the crew members did their various tasks on ship, a wave of fatigue washed over them, causing each and every one to (eventually) fall to the floor and slip into unconsciousness. As all this went on, the AIs looked at the proceedings with equal parts shock and confusion,

"Vital signs are looking stable... "
"What on earth caused them all to fall asleep..?"
"Dimitri, that might be the least of our problems... INCOMING SPATIAL DISTORTIONS!"

The Realm Between Realms

A vision of a butterfly fluttering through an impossible landscape filled each of the Rising Dawn member's minds, which was obscured by a flash of white light and the sudden relocation of each member, prisoners included to a... place of sorts. They found themselves in what appeared to be a blue void, the only semblance of solid ground being a fenced in dais surrounded by 6 grand pillars that rose to impossible heights. And in the center of this Dais, was a man with a mask, beseeching each and every member, prisoner and otherwise, "Welcome. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Philemon, a dweller between consciousness and unconsciousness. And now, a simple test. Can you state your name?"

Angelus was first to speak, stepping forward and proudly raising her horned head as she declared, "Angelus, a dragon of a long gone world."

"Caim, former Prince of Careleon."
"Ton Ton, Guardian of the Mistress and Hunter of Dream Daemons."
"Cadolbolg, son of Caim and Angelus!"
"Teri Gravel, 8th level Cleric and 1st level Monk of the Christian God."
*Bark*

Now that Teri's mentioned that monk level, I should put this down.

For that weeklong period of Rest, our party Cleric has been going through extensive training with Slin and Rugal (talked with this to Crim and Diabs, naturally; and we approved WAAAAY back about it); finally pushing her to take her 9th level, it being a level in Monk. Here's what's happened when that happened:

Airship Rising Dawn: Rugal

In the last week, Rugal became somewhat reclusive, venturing out of his room only at night or to help Teri train, not wanting to talk with any of the crew.
Despite having done it possibly thousands of time in the past, that last bout of torture got him rather shaken up, not to meation that business with the Mirror.
Keeping his door mostly locked during that week and burying himself in both whatever busy work he could coax out of the AIs to take his mind off..."Relapsing".
"-As such, I do believe that our Airship should be covered under your "Insure Anything for a year" Deal....Well, Not my problem you were....you..wer-....uhhhhh..." he said before he passed out, leaving a rather confused Insurance broker hanging on the other end of the phone.

The Realm Between Realms: Rugal

The second he opened his eyes, he was on edge, figuring instantly that it was some sort of knock out gas or something.
Confronting Philemon he declared "You have 10 seconds to explain yourself before I get...extremely unpleasant."
He was clearly having none of what-ever Philemon had planned.

Airship Rising Dawn: Jenny

The last week was a slow one, so Jenny was doing her best to part ways from the ship and get back to her home.
While she was worried about the State of Rugal, She was unable to get a read on what exactly was going on in his head, And the less said about Devon's situation the better, but she didn't want to get caught up in something before she could get back to New York and to her clinic.
At least there, I can talk Devon though this while the others figure out how to help him...her?...???... She thought, wondering what term she should used for the cursed bard.
She was just checking her LONG over-due bills in her room when she felt...really...sleepy...

The Realm Between Realms: Jenny

"....This is a dream..." she instantly concluded when thought returned to her, having seen enough of them to know.
She looked over to Philemon and answered "...Jenny...Excuse me, but...Couldn't you have contacted us another way? You didn't need to put us to sleep...".
Looks like she wasn't going home after all...

Airship Rising Dawn: David West

The last week was a weird one for David, while nothing had happened, He still was unable to get back to Richardson at UNIT, bet that Senator he brought up was making a much larger racket then the Brigadier put on.
On top of that, he was still adjusting to Devon's new "Problem".
Okay, next time to you meet her...him, just keep eye contact and keep telling yourself she's a dude...HE'S a dude...GAH! WHY THE HELL CAN'T I CATCH A BREAK WITH WOMEN!?! He thought to himself at he did his usual session at the Bar, being painfully reminded of how lucky his love life was since "Breaking up" with Elena.
After all, everyone on this damn ship was spoken for.
"....Whoa....This...is.....new..." he managed to say as he thought he was having a strange reaction to his drink.
Strange, it was only his 20th shot...

The Realm Between Realms: David West

When he came to, his first thought was Alright, where did I wake up this time?..., being a veteran of many MANY blenders.
His mind was still burly from drink, his mind attempted to fill in the blanks when he found himself in such a strange place with a gentleman asking for his name.
""aaahhhh...Not the Drunk Tank again...David West, Agent of UNIT, Call my CO, send the bill to him...oyyyyy......
....You are the best dressed police officer I've ever seen..." He stated as he slowly began to wake up mentally.

Airship Rising Dawn: Deadshot

While Annie was lucky enough to get some perks such as being allowed out the brig every once in a while, Deadshot wasn't so lucky...
Why does she get to walk around? He's nearly killed more then me! And Directly too! I just set them UP to be killed, not actually stomp on them and shit! he thought as he worked on his 2nd escape attempt.
"Ohhhh...God that smells..." He cringed as he nearly managed to get the toilet in his cell loose enough for him to remove when the cameras weren't looking.
Then he got really...really tired.
"Uhhh...what's up with my hea-....WANDERER! YOUlowsylittleprickfacedprick..." He cursed as he passed out, beleiving Shawn had tampered with his drink again.

The Realm Between Realms: Deadshot

"....Whoa....I don't remember taking Acid..." Deadshot said as he woke up, seeing the others here.
"....Dude....Either I'm outside of my cell or I'm tripping BALLS right now!" He said, figuring that if he could make them out as something other then colored blobs that he must be rather close to them.
Staring at Philemon, He said "Okay....Why aren't you a giant anthropomorphic Uzi? Frankie is usually my spirit guide for these trips...Eh, Deadshot. So...You going to tell me to burn things too?"

Airship Rising Dawn: In the Skies

The week after Devon's change hads resulted in a few things. First, Ella ended up spending a lot more time around Devon as the couple worked together in all of the training, and there were more than a few times where Devon was mistaken for a new member of the ship. It was somewhat easily corrected, even if it did lead to more than a good amount of embarassment a few times. She'd also spent a good deal of time aiding Annie, even if she couldn't really explain what had happened to the prisoner.

The moment that they were called into the realm between realms, though, Ella, Devon, and Ton-Ton were all getting rest from a long day. It hadn't always been like that, but Otherwise Devon was kept awake with the nightmares in her sleep.

Slindis had spent a great deal of time working with Rugal to help Teri train physically, and there was more than a few awkward times to be had when she heard about the cursed form her Author had and how it had came to happen.

As for Melethia? She was busy helping the few remaining imps with some traps being placed around the ship.

The Realm Between Realms

Phil's question prompted the answers from the small group, all of them honest even if they were a bit unsure of what was going on. Slindis had the closest idea thanks ot experiences back home, but they weren't quite like this.

"I'm Slindis, Parent to Melethia and Teri and the last Paladin of Tira Miron."
"Hiya! I'm Melethia. My mom's right there, Wheathair's my dad, an' Teri's my sis. Whatcha need, Mister Phil?"
"Ella. I don't really want to talk about either of my parents right now, but Devon right here is my lifetime companion. And apparently, I'm also the nesting place for Cadolbolg." Indeed, even in this dream state Philemon could see the turtle-dragon nesting in the demi-succubus' hair.
"Um, I'm Devon. As Ella just said, we're kind of a thing here. Also, I'm the br-sister to Ton-Ton and Cadolbolg and the student of Caim and Angelus. It's nice to meet you, Philemon..." The Bard was currently holding the Tonberry in her Arms, something she'd started doing during the week after her change.

Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn
Time: Before

Cz

Cz sat alone in her room, thinking. The air was cool and dry and the soft shade left is faint soft wetness on her pale skin. She ran her hand through her hair and played with the tangles and curls. What am I to do. The little bitch had made a fair point. This group did seem to cause an obscene amount of destruction. Cz sighed and placed her head against the wall. For once she tried something new. She tried to sleep.

BlackHarte

Core unit failure. Hard disk error detected 600102 partitions of 13322051 corrupted. disabling tainted units.

BlackHarte stared blankly at A.I. Vermillion. "..." And then he removed himself from the Rising Dawn mainframe, plopping his physical body out in the terminal in the shower of that one room delegated to all of his masters.

Realm between Realms
Location: Aetherial Dias
Time: Distorted

Everyone

Cz stared at the man, her eyes were blank. It was strange. Her fingers felt warm and her hair tickled the back of her neck. Her body was so... sensitive suddenly. It felt as if a thousand new sensations were assaulting her. The chill of her silks on her skin and the soft winds of this plane. Suddenly her iris adjusted to the light and the entire area came into before her. The man asked her a question, and Cz felt compelled to answer.

She opened her mouth but no words came out. In fact, her throat was raw and she couldn't really force the air out of her lungs. Then she realized she never took a breath. Slowly she drew the air into her lungs and breathed out, stimulating her vocal chords as she did. The sensation was nearly overpowering and made her body shiver. When she shivered, her robes rubbed against her skin and sent another powerful surge of sensation. Cz felt as if her legs were going to fall out from under her. What am I? Speaking for the first time?

"My name is Cz, Peacemaker. Keeper of humanity."

Location - The Rising Dawn's Hallway: Annie

A week's worth of time was a memorable one. The crew adjusted to Annie, despite having their distance from her due to personal reasons all except for Devon. When she found out that he was originated as a man only to be recently cursed as a woman... her reaction was of sheer shock with wide eyes and a blank stare. However she adjusted to Devon rather quickly and even had small talk with her when she kindly gave Annie food from the canteen in her cell.

Once she even was able to be seated at the canteen (with handcuffs on) and eat alongside Devon. She too saw Teri around whom got along somewhat well with Annie despite the previous debate in the Brig. Of course, Annie ensured to avoid Rugal at all costs due to her trauma. As for the present of time, Annie was allowed to roam within the AI's view when she wanted to seek something.

In the current time, Annie was looking at the pictures framed on the wall. They seemed to be photographs of the crew during their adventures, some taking poses while others had individual pictures relating to their world with the figure in the center.
Annie stared at one in particular.. one of her and Devon. She closed her eyes, softly breathing through the nose and remembering that moment all to well. Regardless of being in handcuffs, Devon had an imp take a picture of her and Annie in the canteen, from an angle that hovered above them. She had a small smile as Devon tried her best too in said picture.

At that given moment, Annie couldn't open her eyes for some reason. She felt overwhelmed, like a force was making the body fall on itself. Annie turned and hit the wall, only to slide down and slowly be driven to a deep.. deep slumber with her legs arched to the side.

Location - Between Realms: Everyone

Annie slowly woke up, her eyes trying to fight against the light that was blinding them. When she had a clear vision of her surroundings once more... it was no longer the hallway. In fact, she was already standing up and realized something was way off about this. First up, everyone else from the crew was here. Second, when she peered down... the handcuffs were off her wrists. Flexing her arms and having a bewildered expression on, a man suddenly spoke to them.

"Welcome. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Philemon, a dweller between consciousness and unconsciousness. And now, a simple test. Can you state your name?"

At first she kept silent, confused as to what was going on. However, everyone else started speaking of their names along with their title. With no objection to this, Annie felt it would be best to address herself in a good fashion just like she was trained back in the academy.

"Annie Leonhardt, member of the 104th Trainees Squad.
Promoted to officer, Military Police."

Location - Between Realms: Annie, Everyone Else

After stating her identity to this 'Philemon', Annie had her eyes convert to scanning whom ended up in the same position as her. She saw Devon, which suddenly made her feel relieved. After all, if anything was going to happen... she wanted people she could see trustworthy being by her side in case anyone made a move. Even though it's only been a week at the Rising Dawn, Devon along with a few such as Teri made it... all the nicer. A flashback hit Annie like a breeze-

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The Brig, Five Days Ago

Today's bathtime for Annie had certainly come and gone past the time where it would have usually happened, mainly thanks to Teri's extended training taking up a great deal of time. It was almost at the point where Annie would have considered that she'd have to hope for a bath tomorrow when she saw a fairly short blond-haired woman enter the cell. "Annie, I know that you expected Teri to help you shower today, but she asked me to help you with that in her place... Will that be okay with you? I can completely understand if it isn't, so please let me know. If you want to talk to me, my name's Devon..." From her voice, it was pretty clear that the woman was rather timid: Certainly odd for anyone that was on this crew if Teri was any indicator for what people here acted like. It certainly made her lack of height readily apparent from how she almost seemed to shy away from most any contact.

.. Devon? .. I heard a name out of the crew's shouts during my escape scheme back when.. I haven't seen her before despite facing everyone of the crew on that fateful day.

"I'll.. trust you on this. If Teri sent you- i'll take her word."

And yet this woman seemed familiar for some reason, although it was hard to place as she hit a button on the cell that blocked out the sight and sound from the cell. "Just keep your clothes on, okay? This will only take a moment, and it will be a bit tingly." There was a bit more confidence in the last sentence, although Annie's focus was drawn more on her clothing which was now completely clean and rid of the acrid stench of gasoline. It wasn't too hard to guess that it was magic, and another spell recited by this generous woman shortly after seemed to repair all of the small rips and tears that her clothing had taken during during Annie's escape.

"She told me there was something that happened with the Captain rigth after I left, and I'm truly sorry I couldn't do anything to stop it. If I'd stayed even a minute or so longer, perhaps it could have been deterred? I know it really does solve nothing to just focus on what could have been stopped, but I really need you to know that I nor most others on this ship condone torture." Now this was a bit odd, since she'd only seen a few in the cell when that horrid torture had happened, and only one of them had abruptly left.

The mention of being tortured made Annie shiver with her back turned to Devon. The memories of being held down with those shackles binding the limbs from moving as that gasoline tickled down into the duck tape over Annie's mouth, the splashes all around with her body fighting uncontrollably for air. Annie's eyes slightly felt wet, before having to rub them quickly. Why does... Devon feel so regretful for not stopping it? The crew should of deemed it necessary to get information out of me... I... also recall knowing him somewhere. But hadn't that been the man that had called out to her in person to stop the charge through the city?

Yet a closer examination from Annie brought up many similarities; she could see the same general eyes, same hair color, same polite manner of speaking, same general stance... It was odd to think of it, but there was no way that it couldn't be the man. "In any case, I really should have apologized to you much sooner. This curse doesn't give me a free way out of running from things I should have done, Annie. Will you accept my apology? From one person to another." She went to shake Annie's hand, but it was clear to Annie that Devon needed the friend as much, if not more, than Annie probably needed her.

Like a stray animal, Annie hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't exactly trust Devon but rather- the question of why Devon was seeking to bond with someone like her. Annie stepped forward, eyes peeled to the ground only to slowly look up the woman before her with a serious gaze. Annie's expression was stern, solid... wanting to seize the thoughts in Devon's mind. But she eventually did raise her hand- as far as the shackle would allow only for the tips of her fingers to touch Devon's. That was good enough on both their parts.

The Canteen, Two Days Ago

"Annie, are you here? Teri told me earlier about you needing some food to eat, and I thought you'd want something actually good today... I know if you still feel a bit at unease, but as long as you work with me, I think we can get you to the Canteen." Devon was giving a weaker smile, still uncomfortable after the change but having warmed up to Annie by this point. After getting the confirmation from Annie (Since it was that or the Wanderer's unique foods) she went and undid the chains as she guided Annie to the rather empty Canteen.

She's treating me to the canteen? .. Is this an award for good behavior..?
Annie exactly wasn't cheery about this. Behaving in position of being a prisoner wasn't the best pride to take in. But she didn't refuse because it was food and not in that cramped cell after all.

It looked a lot more like the lunch was still set to happen in a half hour from the savory aromas wafting in from the kitchen, but a whistle from Devon brought in the head Imp along with two hearty servings of salmon with lemon atop a wild rice. "The five in there have gotten really good with the cooking now, so eat up. Ella's working on some other things, so she can't really make it right now." It was really disconcerting how Devon was being so kind to Annie; after all, hadn't she heard of what Annie had done? Not to mention that letting Annie out like this had to be breaking some rules here. Even Annie was surprised how Devon was eating so cheery... and with an optimistic attitude.

Annie froze in place with the lemon almost touching her lips. Ella.. I remember her. The crew keeps talking about how she'd cope with the 'change'... change... Is Devon her- Her eyes widened up, the mouth slightly open from shock. This girl, was that guy in the chopper trying to talk her in titan form out of attacking? She stood there, merely for a minute just looking at Devon's new form. How did this happen for a sex change? When she thought more about it as she still didn't take a bite, Devon used magic. There were other elements in play that Annie didn't fully grasp or have witnessed yet apart from Devon's shower techniques.

When Devon faced towards Annie, the girl swiftly took a bit and had a bored expression with a sweatdrop. Luckily she was eating naturally so Devon didn't pick up on anything. Annie tried her best to eat anyways since... it's really mind blowing to know this man just became a woman and now befriending Annie with such kindness. Teri was the first to get Annie slightly softened up so this... it made Annie's brain tick in gears, thinking of life and morals.

The food went down almost too quickly, though, and before long it was clear that Annie would need to head back to the Brig, but not before something else first. "Annie, could we have something to remember this by? If anything happens to you because of this, let me know and I'll let them know this was my idea." Another whistle and some talk with another imp led to it gliding to the far side of the canteen and grabbing a camera.

"Did you say 'if'? At least.. you're willing to take responsibility so I won't object then."

"Here's to meeting a new friend, and a thank you for hearing me out the other day." The photo was taken as Devon did her best to smile, although she was still torn up about this being her fate.
Annie tried her best to look pleasant, a smile not to noticeable but clearly there and Annie seemed she did again have that bored expression but it was a touching picture nether the less- two girls trying to get out of their shells from personal problems at bay.

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Present - Between Realms

The flashback was nothing more then a few seconds flying by her mind, but in doubt as clear as daylight. Annie had a calm, generous look on her face with an actual small but even more so... welcoming smile. The matter at hand though called for Annie to stay alert and keep an eye out on this mysterious figure. Who knows what was in stored for them, and awaited for everyone else to state their names or make a move before doing so herself.

Even though she no longer wore the handcuffs because of this twist of events, she still may not be trusted by the crew.


Storm/Sean, Alpha/Miku and Shawn/Wanderer/Dr. S.
Location: Rising Dawn | Med-bay/Canteen.

Within the medical bay, the couple of Sean and Miku were besides each other. The injured Spartan was resting on one of the bay's beds and the AI vocaloid was besides him, actually sleeping on his lap. Storm was mostly glad about this, he could finally stroke her aqua hair. Smiling each time, both the fatigue of the muscle strain and mystical force made the Spartan lay back and closed his eyes, hoping that he would be back on his feet by the time he wakes up. After all he still needs to repair his armor and still needs to see the new member they captured the two weeks before.

Right now, sleep was most welcome.
"I love you."
"I love you."
They both spoke to each other mentally.

The Canteen was bustling as usual, over these two weeks the Wanderer has been close to Annie. Sure he has not been talking much, but he has been keeping track of the girl. Both evaluating her behavior and actions, Shawn smiled at the progress she had been making. Each night he kept his journal up to date about everyone. Although his biggest focus has been more on his own experiments, he had been fascinated with the formula that he tried on the Titan girl. Yet right now he wanted to focus more on his weaponry and robotics.

Suddenly, fatigue had set in by force. Everyone in the Canteen had fallen asleep, fighting this he wanted to document this before he passed out. Scribbling on his notepad, he swore to himself as he fell on the cold table. Luckily enough he had not ordered any food before this.

The three people had actually not been transported to the place as the others.
They simply remained in sleep for now.
It was not their time for this.

Return of the Truth.
Yu Narukami.
Location: Japan, Tokyo | Kirijo Group Building.

The city was busy, midday Tokyo was something to behold when it struck. Many, many people were walking everywhere. "Business as usual." He muttered to himself, Yu Narukami was in a very long Limi to the Kirijo building near central Tokyo. Viewing the city, it had been a hour since he had left his own home which was based in this city too. Yu Narukami himself was a main character for the Inaba incident which happened the year before. Even in Golden Week something big happened in Inaba again ... well the TV world. A fighting tournament was hosted and both Yu and his group of friends got to the bottom of the mystery.

Due to this he had met the Kirijo group, but mostly the Shadow Operatives which was leaded by Mitsuru Kirijo herself.
Yu was invited to the Kirijo building to talk to Mitsuru about a unknown topic, though Yu had listed it down to a couple of topics. Hopefully he will gain information which will lead both him and the investigation team to the person who was the mastermind of the latest mystery. Yet he also wanted to find out more about those guns they held and the information they knew about the Shadows ... maybe even about Mitsuru and their group adventures.

Gazing back outside, Yu was still surprised when he had seen this limo arrive outside his house to take him here.
Suddenly a rather large building was besides the limo. It was the Kirijo building, as huge as the company. "Thank you." Yu said as the driver opened the door and he jumped out. Looking back he still shook his head at he sight of the limo. Looking forward he entered the building and was welcomed with the receptionist who looked at Yu with curiosity but knew who he was. "Narukami-san I presume?" She said with enthusiasm, Yu himself nodded and showed some ID. "Good, Kirijo-san is expecting you. Please take this card and enter the elevator and go to the penthouse floor." The Receptionist and pointed to the elevator to the right.

Bowing, Yu walked into the luxury elevator and pressed the very top button. Not going up he saw a security system where you had to swipe the card to go anywhere. Swiping the card along the machine the elevator buzzed to life and spoke, "Level 10 clearance. Please choose a desintation." It said, Yu pressed the button to the Penthouse immediately. The elevator shot straight u, but Yu was calm as ever. Looking at the beautiful view, Yu played with the security card as if it was one of the arcana or persona cards.

"BLEEP BLOOP, Penthouse floor."

The elevator said as the door opened up to a very nice looking Penthouse. "This is pretty overwhelming." Yu said as he walked forward.

Realm Between Realms - Rising Dawn Crew

The new entity, Philemon, listened quietly as each member of the Dawn listed their names, giving a bemused smile at Cz's proclamation as keeper of mankind and to Rugal's initial indignation. The unpleasant feelings from some were to be expected, but a keeper of humanity? That was a new one. Nevertheless, Philemon had gotten (most) of what he asked for, and began, starting with Jenny's comment, "You are in a realm of unconsciousness, but that does not make this meeting any less real. Rest assured, none of the beings on your ship that were put into this slumber were harmed in any manner. This was but a simple matter of gathering all of you, seeing as with some,"

he indicated to Annie and Deadshot, "Are not exactly being trusted with being able to roam your home as the others, it may have made things difficult. When you awaken, you will find yourselves in the same physical condition you were before."

He paused again, allowing this to sink in before he continued, and opened a palm, exposing several rings similar to those given to the Dawn during the Angel Wars, "The reason I have called you all here is because I am in need of aid, and someone I have met has informed me that the group by the name of the Rising Dawn is the best when it comes to taking care of these sort of things.. Now, that same person has also given me these rings to bequeath to those lacking."
((The communicator rings, for the persons lacking them in the party))

The rings disappeared from Philemon's hand and appeared on the respective members' hands before he continued, "The reason I call for aide is because the world I watch over is in peril, and if it is not stopped, it will spread to other worlds, until all is covered in darkness. Your's too, sooner or later, will become engulfed. Naturally, some of you are going to ask why I have not taken on this problem myself. The answer lies in the fact that I cannot interfere, at least, not directly.

The cause of this issue is from my darker counterpart, Nyarlathotep. Long ago, he and I have come to a disagreement regarding the following question: Will mortals bring themselves to enlightenment, or ultimately revert to darkness and chaos? So, we watched humanity from afar...At least for a time. Nyarlathotep has interfered time and again to shape humanity in his image, but was rebutted by a group of mortals not unlike yourselves and sealed away. However, he has broken free after I am bound to remain outside of the events that will shape this answer, but Nyarlathotep has decided to act outside of the rules yet again, even after two defeats on his part.

However, if you agree to aide me after I ask, which you are not bound to do, does not break that rule. That being said, there is some that I can do. I can bring you to my world, to the place needing your aide, point you in the right direction as to how to combat this threat and grant you the power needed to fight against the Shadows that lurk around...

The entity in the mask paused again, and then nodded like he remembered something,"All of that being said, I know that nothing comes for free. In exchange for your services, once Nyarlatothep has been appropriately dealt with, my power can be focused elsewhere. In this case, to grant each of you a favor. Think of them as wishes, if that aids in clarifying what I will grant you.

Now, are there any questions?"

Kirijo Group Building - Tokyo, Japan

At the end of the lavish room was a familiar face at a desk. Mitsuru Kirijo, a woman with wine colored hair clad in a dark colored skin tight outfit of sorts (Yu could never put his finger on why she insisted upon such an outfit, but if you're in charge, then one could wear what they want). Seated next to her was a younger girl with braided teal hair and gentle expression, Fuuka Yamagishi.

Upon Narukami's arrival, the first gave a curt nod, "Ah, you've finally arrived, Narukami-san. I take it the trip was uneventful? Naturally, I will find it same to presume you're wondering why I've called you here? Fuuka, if you would?"

The younger girl nodded and began, "Hello, Narukami-san. You have not met me before, but perhaps you remember me from that incident during Golden Week, with the TV?"

She gave Yu a small bow, "My name is Fuuka Yamagishi. I work in the Shadow Operatives under Kirijo-san's command, and I wield a Persona as you do. However, mine is unlike your's. Rather than being combative, it has granted me powers that allow me to sense what others cannot. Where Shadows are, their weakness, and so on. In fact, if I recall, you had a friend who had similar powers?"

Of course, Fuuka was referring to Rise Kujikawa, one of the members of the Investigation Team, "Now, I promise I'm not trying to brag, but this power has... Well, it's had me see strange and interesting things. And lately, what I have been seeing has been grave. I have been having dreams about a man in a mask, and he says that in a week's time, we will be meeting some people from another world. Furthermore, he said that you were familiar with this group... What was their name...?"

She pulled out a notebook and flipped to a page, "Ah, yes. The Rising Dawn. The man said that you would be familiar with this group, and they will help us with the latest suspected Shadow incursion; as they will be able to wield the Persona as we do. It's the reason you've been asked here, to see if you can help us ease them into helping them understand. Will you help us?"

Realm Between Realms - Rising Dawn Crew

Rugal

Rugal was calmed by the explanation, but there would always be a little anger at forcing them to "Save the world" again.
"So...The Realm you oversee is under threat...guess we can't really say No then..." He sighed, really regretting not being able to get those countermeasures installed on the Airship.
"So Tell me..."Philemon", What exactly is this... Nyar-latho-tep trying to do? While you made it clear that he has ill-intentions, you haven't provided any useful Intel to help us actually stop him. And I for one would prefer to have more to go on then a name I can barely pronounce before I am sent to a unknown realm..." He asked, hoping to a more precise objective.

Jenny

Jenny shared much of Rugal's disdain for being pulled into another adventure, but she quickly got her head into gear, after all, this WAS an extremely important threat.
But when he refereed to "Shadows", she realized she had heard about them before, Teri, Devon, Even Shaun.
Shadows?...I wonder if he means... she thought, refraining from asking, seeing how she didn't want to bring up "Unpleasant Memories" for some of crew.
It was then she was reminded of that Burn on her arm that Devon gave her...

David West

"Yeah. Over here, David West..." David said as he raised his hand on the prompt of "Any Questions".
"...So...Is it possible to..."Sub in" one of our members?..." He asked, causing everyone to stare at him, thinking that he was wanting to replace one of them.
"Just, Personally, I believe that this is WAY over my head. While you guys are kinda used to this, I'm really more of a "80's Action Dude" sort of guy. President Kidnapped by Ninjas? I got that. But Saving...."Reality" from Assholes from H.P. Lovecraft?...Little out of my league..."
Realizing that he was just digging himself deeper, he finally said "Look, can you honestly say that either The Demonic Businessman (Kazuya) or the Techno Ninja who lives in space (Strider Hiryu) AREN'T better suited for this sort of thing?...
Just saying..."

Deadshot

Deadshot raised his hand, getting Philemon's attention.
"...Oh, um, this isn't directed at you, but I do want to talk about that reward in just a sec. Uh, Question for Devon:...Weren't you a Dude?...Just, I don't know if this is Acid, but I've yet to have a Trip where dudes have tits. I mean, if you were a REALLY fat guy, That'd kinda make sense, but I don't recall you being like that..." The Assassin then asked the Cursed Bard, clearly having never been given the memo about her condition (And why would they have given it to him? He's an Asshole.)
"And Back to Acid-Trip-Guy (Philemon): These "Wishes"...We talking actual "Bend reality as defined" wishes, Like wishing to back in time to win the Lottery or just "Name one thing you really want" wishes, like wishing for few billion dollars? Because if the former, I could REALLY see the quality of my life improving at the end of all this..." He asked, hoping that he could use that wish to get off the hook with UNIT AND the Rising Dawn for his crimes.

Or wish for a gun that shoots Shurikens and Lighting, That would also be pretty cool.

Location - Between Realms: Annie, Everyone Else

"All of that being said, I know that nothing comes for free. In exchange for your services, once Nyarlatothep has been appropriately dealt with, my power can be focused elsewhere. In this case, to grant each of you a favor. Think of them as wishes, if that aids in clarifying what I will grant you.

Now, are there any questions?"

Annie remained quiet, listening to Philemon give his reasons for summing the crew until Rugal spoke. Hearing his voice made her heart sink, and fists tense up. How can someone like him be interested or good willed to take part in saving the world? Her eyes drifted to him, her cold nature has indicated that Rugal is someone she would never let go of the crimes before.

Once Deadshot and David West had something to say (some questions being good too), Annie stepped in with a question.
"I don't see why you would be willing to grant every single person a 'wish'. You even said it yourself that some of us are not to be trusted in roaming the Rising Dawn while everyone else is asleep. I don't feel the Rising Dawn will sit idly by as people like me and Deadshot wish for whatever our hearts desire."

Annie's tone shifted to a quieter, yet clear one with poison at the tips. "But if you hold onto your promises and grant each individual their wish... then I would wish for Rugal to die. Would you keep to your promise.." Everyone was alerted by what Annie just told Philemon, but the girl didn't care in the least. The question was more on reflecting the reality that not all their wishes could be 'pleasant' ones. She was in the brig, having to settle with the memories of being waterboarded. The crew, despite their kindness and how she was being treated well from the likes of Devon and Teri, if not others like the Wanderer- she was a warrior by character. She didn't forgive Rugal nor would settle for any less.

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