Up, Up, and Away

Ballister, Moxxxie's (Interior)

Ballister blocked the headbutt by raising his mechanical arm in defense, the advanced metal almost surely durable enough to take the hit. If Newtwon's third law wasn't enough to shatter the coral creature's head, he would take the opportunity to draw a laser pistol from his belt and blast it straight in the cranium with a bolt of energy.

"Ha! Take that, you fiend!"

It sounded more like something a knight would say than a supervillain, but as much as he might dislike it, Ballister was a creature of habit.

Moxxxi's, Interior

"Hoshinoko, you must do something!" came a hushed whisper from the cracked ladies' room door, where two individuals, one much smaller than the other, were watching through the gap and quietly debating their course of action.

"Ooooohhhhh, but I still don't know who I'm supposed to be siding with, here! What if they're all bad guys?! I can't help a bad guy!"

"At least transform and throw yourself into the fray! Whoever is an evildoer should become apparent after that, no?"

"...You know what, you're right! Meteor Tail!"

With a brief flash of illumination visible through the slightly ajar door, the New York Witch did a very compressed henshin sequence and then threw the door open, charging out into the part of the bar where the confrontation was... over?

"Halt, in the name of — Uhhhhh..." she trailed off, scratching a cheek sheepishly with a gloved finger. "Am I too late? ...Ei!" Apparently deciding she might as well contribute somehow, she waved her scepter-wand, out of which flowed a multitude of flat diamond shapes every color of the rainbow. They wrapped around both of the coral creatures and the pieces of them that had been broken off and transformed them into...

Life-size, marketable coral monstrosity plushies! Granted, they were in various states of destruction, but at least the one that had been facing the turret had its coral viscera transformed into stuffing, which would be much easier to clean up later! Meanwhile, the one facing Ballister slammed its soft head into his metal arm with a squeak, only for him to blow a smoking hole right through its plush skull with his laser. It fell to the ground, smoldering lightly, its only regret that it hadn't been hugged and treasured by a child or cute girl before its demise.

"Sorry I missed the entire battle, and everything! I wasn't sure whose side I was supposed to be on, so it took me a while to work up the nerve, eheheh..." the Magical Girl apologized, mostly to the establishment's proprietress, since she seemed the most put-out by the entire conflict. That said, with a couple more waves of her wand and exclamations, she started to repair the damage that had been done to the bar by the brawl, including such things as the vent Ballister had broken.

Edited by darksidevoid on Apr 23rd 2024 at 11:37:12 AM

Rolling to a New Venue (Optimus Prime)

Optimus at Fowler's "inquiry" about seating. "Our vehicular forms are based very much on your own planet's vehicles, Agent Fowler. Seating will not be a problem."

Once the group starts filing out, Optimus would transform back into his truck form, opening his door to allow one or more of the drones to enter his cab. "Please, fasten your seatbelts," he says to his occupants through his radio, before joining the convoy down to the warehouse the local government agents have chosen. On the way, he sends an encrypted message to Bumblebee.

<Bumblebee, I'm sending you this message because Arcee and I have made contact with local government agents. For the moment, they seem to want to communicate, but for now, remain covert. I do not want to give our new allies the impression that we are invading their world.>

Once at the warehouse, Optimus would pull in, opening the doors to let the occupants out, before splitting open his truck form to reconfigure into his robot form, flexing his hands as he does so. With gracious care, he would stand to the side of the rest of the entourage, eyeing Arcee as he does so.

Judging from her demeanor, she was apparently still acting like a lone wolf. He thinks that he would have to talk to her about it soon, but for the moment, it is best to see Fowler's lecture to the end.

N and Co., Brooklyn -> 2nd Avenue Warehouse: Movie Night!

The two fliers stuck close with the Autobots and the government agents while Uzi rides inside Optimus. The drive was uneventful as Uzi tapped on the door, bored out of her processor. She thought about playing something from her (totally bought and not stolen) music player to help pass the time, maybe plug it into the radio, but the stop came into view before she could do so, sparing Optimus the sound of Nightcore (the horror).

The drones enter the warehouse, taking in all the sights of... boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. One of the boxes they swore read "Undisclosed Government Stuff", but maybe it's just them. Uzi sat on the chair and leaned back, V took her seat and put a hand to her metal cheek, and N sits crisscross applesauce and looks at Fowler attentively.

In Which Belial Educates A Savage About Pop Culture, West Village

   "Well, last I've heard Noah drowned in a whole other way..."    Belial grunted, eyeing his decidedly-not-human opponent close the distance. The Ectoplasmer had its flamethrower mode, but it would not stop the momentum of his opponent. He was still going to use it, because covering this pissant in liquid radioactive napalm was going to be hilarious.

   "You really hate the 90's, huh? You know how much fun stuff we've got from those?!"    He growled, spraying the green mist that clung to furnishings (and unfortunate organic matter) and tore into it like water tears into toilet paper.    "Disney Renaissance! The Tamagotchi! The Monika Levinsky Scandal!"    With his free demon hand, he reached into the hellish ether and produced a broken blade; a dark purple thing broken just above the guard that thrummed with ancient powers of evil.

Managing to deflect the angelic axe with this broken thing (although for a moment it looked like it formed into a full-on blade made out of the ephemeral energy), Belial swerved back and behind another table, sending it flying at Adam with a kick as he repositioned.    "Space Jam. Ever heard of that, you Amorite Philistine?"   

Edited by FergardStratoavis on Apr 25th 2024 at 10:25:29 AM

"The fuck you trying to replicate? Some budget edgy version of Vietnam?!" The angel managed to dash away from being hit by the naplam, as angelic axe clashed with a unholy blade. Sparks came from his axe as it made contact with Belial's sword, before the Naphil swerved away from Adam's melee range. "Meh. The Bearded boat guy is a Winner over at Heaven! He fucking won either way, bitch-"

Too distracted with shit talking, the Angel got hit with a faceful of table to the face, knocked back slightly. Though considering he didn't seem hurt, this was clearly more of emotional damage, and something more severe than murderous furniture was needed to actually damage him. As Belial was done speaking and Adam had enough of giving an annoyed look due to the table surprise, the Angel just laughed out loud and pointed a finger at Belial "Space Jam?! That's just an fucking hour and a half basketball ad with some furry bait bunny girl! Now the 70's? That's fucking great, if only because it spawned the glory that is motherfucking FREE BIRD! That solo is the greatest achievement of humanity other than me!"

...He did paused, putting a finger on his helmet's chin as if thinking of something. "...I do give you one good thing of the 90s, though! The Extermination of 1994 was the coolest one of the 90s! Killing that Nixon guy who became a Overlord in sinnerland was a fun time for me and my girls, lemme tell ya- ...wait where were we? Oh, right!" He would quickly flip the bird to Belial...and out of the rude gesture came a bright blast of holy light aimed right at the Naphil, leaving a huge hole in the wall if he dodged it.

Moxxxi's (Exterior)

As Arachnos's men retreat, the Bloodshot bandits advance, doing so slowly to avoid the spray of acid from the exploding mech. As they do so, Captain Flynt hurls himself shoulder-first at the front door of the bar, visibly denting it.

Moxxxi's (Interior)

Roland stows his shotgun, collapsing onto a barstool to get off his feet.

"Good riddance. Now who the hell-"

The sudden appearance of the New York Witch takes him by surprise, at least.

"...That's new. Didn't know Moxxi called for backup."

"I didn't...though I do appreciate the free repairs."

Moxxi pours a drink, sliding it down the bar to Roland.

"It's not exactly one of Zed's Insta-Healths, but it's something."

Roland...completely misses catching the glass, his hands shaky as blood has started visibly soaking into his uniform from his claw wounds.

"...Shit...guess he got me...worse than I thought..."

The impact of Flynt slamming the front door booms through the bar as Roland clutches his chest. Roland looks up at Ballister, smirking despite the obvious pain.

"Appreciate the save, soldier."

Ballister, Moxxxi's (Interior)

Ballister stared in amazement at the work of the New York Witch for a few seconds.

"Great Glor-" he started to say under his breath, before stopping himself, and clearing his throat. He turned to face the Magical Girl, still looking a bit amazed, though he hadn't holstered his laser gun or sheathed his sword yet. "Er, thanks. Glad I got some help there, those coral creatures looked rough." He frowned and scratched his chin. "What kind of species were they, I wonder? I've never seen any that could walk and talk like that...I might need to do some research when I got back to my lab."

Then, Rolland thanked Ballister for his help, and the villain replied grimly.

"You're welcome, but don't take this as a partnership. I'm not on your side. I just want to make sure they" he gestured towards the front door of the bar "aren't the ones to do you in. And we're not done yet."

He aimed his laser gun towards the door, finger on the trigger, waiting in anticipation for whoever was on the other side to break through.

Belial's Excellent No-Good Adventure In West Village

   "It ain't me. It ain't me."    Belial drawled flatly, not even bothering to put on a singing voice.    "I won't have some Mötley Crüe reject criticize the best showing of Michael Jordan in history!"   

Of course, that's when the alternate history divergence hit, and Belial stopped despite himself. Adam being... this was implausible, but not impossible. Stranger things have happened. That Elias guy got kidnapped to Heaven by a flaming chariot, for one.    "...what? There was one in Rwanda in 1994, but Nixon wasn't a President by then."    He did die in '94, but-

Adam's distraction proved successful; the holy blast launched Belial into a wall, leaving behind a distinctly Belial-shaped hole.    "...ow. Hurts like my mom's kiss."    He grunted, and that didn't sound dismissive in the slightest. The eldritch edgy shape emerged from the hole half-way, weapons hidden and one hand, the armored angel hand, raised.    "Alright. You've got me, big guy. I surrender."    He didn't look that worse for wear despite being blasted; there was some swelling next to the swirly amulet he wore, but he might as well have just been punched there. Still, the Naphil seemed resigned to his newfound predicament. Surely there was no trickery involved here.

Edited by FergardStratoavis on Apr 30th 2024 at 12:16:54 PM

Bunnie, Sanctuary

"What in Sam's Hill?!"

Bunnie stared up, fists clenched, witnessing the orbital bombardment firsthand. She knew Jack was a snake, but now he'd shown his true colors. She was halfway in the air when she saw the shields do their work, but it didn't make her less pissed. Least there were pretty colors.

She flew back down, hovering into town square, landing on her feet. She wasn't impressed.

"Mah stars! Talk about a fixer-upper! Ain't sayin it's got no charm, reminds me o' home... but even the folks back home had more class."

Edited by kkhohoho on May 3rd 2024 at 8:39:00 AM