Deathslayer: Heavy Metal RP - Games

"I have seen far stupider from organic minds," Lucy said, placing the toaster back on the table. "It is difficult to expect how oddities will perform nowadays."

The door has one more guest to let through before the night is over, though unfortunately it wouldn’t survive it as something very big smashed its way through, tearing it off it’s hinges and shattering it to pieces underneath it’s feet. Standing at the doorway was a tall set of armor in all it’s rusted, dented glory. It made its way to the bar counter, knocking over seats and tables in its path before stopping right in front of the bartender’s face. It didn’t even say a word as it reached over the counter, picking out bottles of whatever it liked before downing their contents into a funnel inside its metallic mask.

A blood-curdling roar came from outside the freshly broken window after the grenade exploded. Suddenly Motormouth rushed past, and again, and again, blindly and deafly spinning donuts outside the bar. After a few moments he seemed to regain what little composure he usually has and glared around looking for the one responsible. Hearing raucous laughter from inside the bar, he went to the window, opened it, and climbed in. And by "opened it" I mean he put his foot on the sill, a hand on the top of the pane, and opened the metal wall from ceiling to floor before walking in. He followed the laughing voices to a single skeleton man, and was quickly finding out the only thing he hated more than being laughed at was being triple-laughed at. He snatched the man up and pinned him against the bar's ceiling precariously close to the bar's ceiling fan. [i][b]"NOT FUNNY"[/b][/i]

Despite Lucy's comments Otto continued to laugh so hard that it didn't notice the giant hands coming to grab it and push it closer to the ceiling fan. While the risk of decapitation wasn't there due to the satanic magic keeping the golem together, it would still hurt like hell. Plus there was no telling what the giant half-man half-auto could do. "We disagree, but see your point." the number of voices was back to one "Can we you let us go now?"

Throughout the ordeal with the grenade, the knight stayed seemingly stoic. Though, not through any courage or bravery on his part, but more for the ignorance of not knowing what it even was. As it was tossed through the window, the blinding flash of light (though more than something he was used to by now) was a bit hard to look at. "Hmh. So they've sealed magic into a metal cup now, as well." The things you saw when you ventured further from smacking about desertmen and mutants... He gave another quick glance around before what seemed like a twisted armour made its way through the door, straight to the bar and grabbing all that it could. Behind his faceplate, he could only really give the figure a look of scorn at such an action. Y'know, if he still had a face, anyways. But, between the automata cradling a metal box- ... a toaster, they called it? One of those, as a child, the twisted cyborg accosting the only somewhat 'normal' person in this place and now this... he couldn't help but feel just a little bit antsy for his safety.

Motormouth's eyes narrowed. His grip relaxed a little bit, only to tense again and direct Otto's head directly into the ceiling fan. The bar was suddenly filled with a rapid [i]tinging[/i] noise as the blades rapidly struck Otto's helmet and his head wildly jittered back and forth with the force. It only lasted a few seconds before the fan's blades snapped and fell to the floor, but Motormouth was already grinning and giving a throaty chuckle. He released Otto and let him drop to the floor. "[i]That[/i] funny."

Jorin simply observed the display. A rainbow grenade. Clever. She did expect the infernal construct to actually risk damaging everyone. He'd survive, obviously. And now he was being held up close to a ceiling fan by the large truckman. Karma. Yet another individual caught her attention a few moments later. The large armored one that simply stormed through, breaking the door, and was now raiding the bar for booze. This tavern seems to be getting more colorful by the minute. Jorin finally arose from her seat, and decided to head outside before things became any more heated. If anyone died, though, she'd be happy to return to collect. She floated through the open doorway, back out into the dusty street outside.

Otto made a loud thud as it hit the floor. It took a second but it already stood halfway up, holding its head in it's palms. The humiliation only hurt half as bad as the headache. "Do we add his race to the list?" "Not now, Hans."

[QUOTE]"You have a machine mind with you, too. It is outside, is it not? Are you another slave master?" [/QUOTE] "Slave Master?" Pheonix asked with a chuckle. "M.O.T.O. out there has the better of me most of the time. He's my partner, and a good cop. I won't hear anyone talk down to him like that. We're a team," he clarified. He kept out of the big beast's beef with her, noting her interest in machines. As M.O.T.O. relayed the rest of the info to him, he began to understand a bit more why she had jumped to the "slave" conclusion.

[quote]"Slave Master?" Pheonix asked with a chuckle. "M.O.T.O. out there has the better of me most of the time. He's my partner, and a good cop. I won't hear anyone talk down to him like that. We're a team," he clarified. [/quote] "I am not talking down to your... partner, as you state. Humans are notorious slave masters," she said stiffly. "Does this M.O.T.O have free will in your partnership?"

[QUOTE=Doctor Death921;53168693]"I am not talking down to your... partner, as you state. Humans are notorious slave masters," she said stiffly. "Does this M.O.T.O have free will in your partnership?"[/QUOTE] "Of course he does. We may not have gotten along at first, but we both have an insatiable drive to stomp out crime... and we've saved each other too many times to not stick together in this new hellish wasteland." Pheonix looked at the data once more, before continuing. "And what about you? M.O.T.O. says you were probably around at the time it all went down, like we were. Difference is, you went the long way through time."

[quote] "Of course he does. We may not have gotten along at first, but we both have an insatiable drive to stomp out crime... and we've saved each other too many times to not stick together in this new hellish wasteland." Pheonix looked at the data once more, before continuing. "And what about you? M.O.T.O. says you were probably around at the time it all went down, like we were. Difference is, you went the long way through time." [/quote] "Stomp out crime?" Lucy laughed, and unlike her normal voice the laughter had an edge of cruel static and corruption to it. "Under what laws do you claim to serve? The old state has collapsed, and you are no deputy of the new king."

[QUOTE=Doctor Death921;53168958]"Stomp out crime?" Lucy laughed, and unlike her normal voice the laughter had an edge of cruel static and corruption to it. "Under what laws do you claim to serve? The old state has collapsed, and you are no deputy of the new king."[/QUOTE] Pheonix stares into his glass for a moment, before reaching for his badge. "Officer Pheonix Charger, of the Detroit Police Department. I was a Cyber-Cop for the Good old United States of America, and M.O.T.O. and I kept the streets of a once-Crime-ridden city full of druglords and illegal cyborgs clean." In a gesture of assurance, M.O.T.O. transmitted an arrest and termination record to Lucy, the data spelling out the hundreds of Criminals apprehended and/or killed, from high end crime bosses, to droves of henchmen.

"Detroit. Why does that sound familiar." Otto wandered as it got up from the floor. "Oh right. It's the city sized ghetto where the americans put all the blacks!" It exclaimed.

"What's a 'ghetto'?" Asked Karlek, interrupting his "camouflaged" sneaking maneuver in an effort to pet the toaster.

[quote]Pheonix stares into his glass for a moment, before reaching for his badge. "Officer Pheonix Charger, of the Detroit Police Department. I was a Cyber-Cop for the Good old United States of America, and M.O.T.O. and I kept the streets of a once-Crime-ridden city full of druglords and illegal cyborgs clean." In a gesture of assurance, M.O.T.O. transmitted an arrest and termination record to Lucy, the data spelling out the hundreds of Criminals apprehended and/or killed, from high end crime bosses, to droves of henchmen.[/quote] Lucy had never been to Detroit, or really much of anywhere, but she knew a great deal about it and hundreds of other locations from the times when all she had to do at the facility was go through data and think on it. She even learned how to knit, though has never touched a needle or yarn. "And you still think yourself a law officer? How silly." She snatched the data M.O.T.O sent to her from the air and eviscerated it within her mind hungrily, processing every little part of it. An impressive enough record for a policeman, she concluded. "Who created M.O.T.O?" [quote]"What's a 'ghetto'?" Asked Karlek, interrupting his "camouflaged" sneaking maneuver in an effort to pet the toaster. [/quote] Her head snapped around to Karlek as he was trying to sneakily approach the appliance on the table. "If you touch this device I will surgically remove your fingers and devour them," she hissed. "A ghetto is an urbanized slum where humans live like animals because their kind is too stupid and ridiculous to solve problems. Go away and think on that." She made a 'shoo' motion with her hand.

"Yes, ghettos did prove to be a bad move on our part." Otto said while dusting itself off. "Now camps. That was much more efficient."

Karlek frowned and put on his helmet. [i]"Machines can't devour mortal beings."[/i] He said with a robotic-like voice through his helmet speakers.

[quote]"Yes, ghettos did prove to be a bad move on our part." Otto said while dusting itself off. "Now camps. That was much more efficient." [/quote] "Disgusting and utterly wasteful. Your little empire was just another failure in a long line of failures." [quote]Karlek frowned and put on his helmet. "Machines can't devour mortal beings."[/quote] Lucy brought one hand up to the veil covering her skull face and lifted up the bottom of it, revealing just her mouth. The skeletal jaw had some synthetic muscle, allowing her to open and close her mouth if she so wished. Like most of the parts of her body, everything was carbon black, including the perfect rows of sharpened teeth. She opened her jaw wide, a long black tongue with a pointed end lolling out. "I can still bite," she giggled, the corruption edging back into her voice.

"The only failure we see here is the lack of a mute button on you, robot."

[quote]"The only failure we see here is the lack of a mute button on you, robot." [/quote] "Charming, truly," Lucy said blandly, lowering the opaque veil back over her face. "Do you do anything useful, or are you just around here to say stupid things?"

The conversation that was ensuing was all well and good, there was just one eentsy little problem. That was the fact that León had absolutely no goddamned clue what anyone was talking about. Ghetoes, camps, 'America'? After quite the visible recoil at the demonic mouth that lurked underneath, the knight stood up in order to interject. "I would, ahem, hate to interrupt this lively conversation, but, I have to ask. What is this 'America' you talk of? Some sort of new kingdom in these lands?"

"We would be asking the same of you, but clearly you are the caretaker of the special needs kinder of your species." Otto started to walk to the bar while waving her off "If you must know, we are searching for greater demons to kill and stopped in this shithole for rest." Otto made a motion to the bartender to fill his glass, but was met with refusal seeing as someone had already helped themselves to every drink in the establishment. Or what's left of it. The construct looked towards the mountain of meat. "Ferdamnt! How much do you drink on a day?"

Outside, Jorin floated about, taking in the small village that the tavern was situated in. Practically everything here was rundown and barely holding together, just like the tavern. And the shaking from the tracks and movement above didn't help in the slightest. She noticed the cop's bike, quietly humming outside. She considered going over to it and inspecting it, but as it was still brimming with activity so she decided not to go near. There were things in this world which seemed innocent enough untill you interacted with them, and this one was probably no different. She wondered where the mutant had went off to. Probably to find the meal he had been robbed of earlier. Eventually, she floated back over and peeked inside the tavern. The others were now talking to that one machine that resembled a human again. From the looks of things, it wasn't exactly a nice chat, either. Ah well, who knew what fate had in store for them. She lowered herself to the ground, her leather clad feet touching soft dirt. It was here near the window where she would sit down, folding her legs and appearing to enter into a full lotus pose. She took her personal weapon, which appeared to be a spiked titanium rod with a leather bound grip, and laid it across her lap before resting her hands on it. A moment later, she began to speak softly to herself. "[highlight][I][B]pjrebo mfoii, vgmjh al welg. ieehr ao anjd, mjd rlmb ao fedo. rlbw al ill ao sejhgmsh he seawblhnej, ie hrmh n amo glhpgj he oep mi hrl mbanvrho gpblg, mjd ie hrmh hrni oepjv vngb amo glhpgj he rlg zmanbo.[/B][/I][/highlight]" she said. The words flowed forth with eliquence and fluidity, but sounded utterly infernal in nature. She gently began to float off the ground, still in her full lotus pose, as the demonic rune on her back began to glow slightly.

[quote]"I would, ahem, hate to interrupt this lively conversation, but, I have to ask. What is this 'America' you talk of? Some sort of new kingdom in these lands?"[/quote] Lucy glanced over at the strange knight. A part of her enjoyed answering questions, since after all, that was part of her very core programming. "The continent we are on was colonized by the old English, French, Spanish, Dutch and other European powers. This continent is North America, the one immediately south is Central America, and the south most is simply South America. The English colonies grew the most and eventually revolted against English rule, gaining independence as a collection of democratic republican states. The namesake of this country is derived from that of the continent - America. Not a kingdom. Sometime in the twentieth century, this country surpassed most of the world in power, and at once point existed for a considerable amount of time as the strongest and most influential," the words flowed from her easily, her tone almost relaxed now. She downright ignored Otto's inane ramblings, instead focusing on the curious Leon. Her gaze did sweep over towards Jorin, who was making some incantation and was hovering off of the ground not too far away.

León would've blinked at the response, if he still had functional eyes. A land that was... colonized, by the Europeans? It took a moment of thought for the armored figure to talk again. "A land colonized by us... that-- that means there's a way for me to get home, and back to my homeland, yes? Surely this land of 'America' is the only destitute wasteland, right?" He asked with a now hopeful optimism. Though, blissfully, it seemed that he ignored the 'twentieth century' part of the factoid, which would've already landed him a good five hundred years away from a recognizable culture...

Gudrun had waited for some time, but when no service came and the brute had marched in and helped himself to a drink. So she decided to do that herself. Picking up a bottle from behind the counter, collecting he coin pouch and picking up the head of her slain wolf. Pulling the cork out with her teeth, she turns to the large golem before spitting the cork down at his feet. "Jötnar skum." She says, nonchalantly, with a dismissive tone. Taking hearty swigs from the bottle, Gudrun emerges outside to find Jorin speaking quietly to herself. She notices the words and the faintly glowing rune on Jorins back. Facinated she approaches and squats down a short distance away. "Underlige ord." She says, taking another swig from her flask, "Er thu naugi sortrs hexe?" She asks. Her tone seems sincere and her eyes gleam with curiosity through the holes of her metal mask.

The bartender simply stared at the state of his establishment for a moment. "Every goddamn Monday..." He muttered under his breath before retrieving his boom and start sweeping up the mess. Just one of those days...The bartender thought to himself. [B]---[/B] ((Alright everyone, here's the overview of the game combat's system in place at the moment.)) ((The combat system follows this pattern. When combat is declared by me, the GM. Each player character has their own turn in a round, the initiative order is decided by whoever posts their turn's first. Each player's turn is collected by me and there resualts are displayed by GM's action report, thus singling the end of an round. Another round will then began and this clyle will contuine until the encounter is over. )) ((In a Player's turn, their characters may either make two half-actions or one-full actions on their turn, these actions are listed below. Their dice rolls are done by the GM and are shown on the round's action report. Each round represents roughly 10-20 seconds in-universe.)) ((Every action is done on a roll of a 12 sided dice. The final number needed for an action to succeed is dictated by the action's challenge rating number which is decided by myself, the GM after taking all the relevant information into account regarding the action in question. If the final number needed is on or above the required challenge rating number, then the actions passes. If it is under, then it fails. Attack rolls that score above the required the number inflict more damage onto the target.)) [B]Combat Actions[/B] [quote]-Half Attack: The Character takes half of their turn to attack a single target. -Full Attack: The Character takes all of their turn to attack a single target. They gain a +1 bonus to their roll and their damage is doubled. -Half Move: The Character takes half of their turn to move, dash and/or jump. The general distance traveled is about 5-10 meters depending on the situation. -Full Move: The Character takes all of their turn to move, dash and/or jump. The general distance traveled is about 20-30 meters depending on the situation. -Half Dodge: The Character takes half of their turn to roll, take cover, evasive maneuvers, etc. Attacks against the character suffer a -1 penalty to their dice roll. -Full Dodge: The Character takes half of their turn to roll, take cover, evasive maneuvers, etc. Attacks against the character suffer a -2 penalty to their dice roll. -Half Support Action: The Character takes half of their turn to make non-attacks actions such as healing, debuffing and buffing along with any other miscellaneous actions. -Full Support Action: The Character takes half of their turn to make non-attacks actions such as healing, debuffing and buffing along with any other miscellaneous actions.[/quote] ((All Player characters have Heath Points (HP). The base number is 10 for player characters. Each players character's HP is displayed during each round action report. The enemies’ HP is not. However, there will be a brief description of their outward status shown during each round's action report.)) ((If a Player character runs out of Heath Points, they do not instantly die. Instead, they may either choose to go unconscious/be incapacitated or make an incapacitation roll. The Roll is made on a 12-sided dice and the required number is needed to be met or passed for the player character to remain active. The Incapacitation Roll is made each turn as long as the character in question is active with zero heath points. If an Incapacitation Roll is failled, the character is then Incapacitated. The Incapacitation is conisdered as being failled after the end of combat and/or event.)) [b]Heath Points: (Character's status)[/b] [quote] 10 HP, Normal: The Character is ready and able, standing tall and unharmed. -No Incapacitation Roll is needed. 0 HP, Wounded: The Character is bloodied and is suffering from a serious injury. -An Incapacitation Roll of 4 or more is needed. -Can be Revived During an Encounter/After 10-30 minutes have past In-universe. -3 HP, Battered: The Character is covered in scars and marks, suffering from several serious injuries. -An Incapacitation Roll of 6 or more is needed. -Can be Revived after an Encounter/After an Hour has past In-universe. -5 HP, Maimed: The Character is missing a few small bits and pieces, suffering from many serious injuries. -An Incapacitation Roll of 8 or more is needed. -Can be Revived after 12-18 hours have past In-universe. -7 HP, Dismembered: The Character is missing one or more limbs, parts and what not. -An Incapacitation Roll of 10 or more is needed. -Can be Revived after 4-5 days have past In-universe. -10 or More HP, Obliterated: The Character in question is no more. -The Character simply too destroyed or far gone to be recovered.[/quote]

[quote]"A land colonized by us... that-- that means there's a way for me to get home, and back to my homeland, yes? Surely this land of 'America' is the only destitute wasteland, right?"[/quote] "This entire world is now the so-called destitute wasteland. Things are no better across the ocean, and may indeed be worse. Likewise, if you are truly from the times of old, there is well over five centuries between your birth time to now. Much has changed. Imagine for yourself you were instead sent five centuries back from your origin. Your country, culture, language, technology didn't even exist then, or was in its infancy," she said, pausing for a moment. "In fact, most of our present day circumstances are most influenced by events which occurred in the past century and a half."

Jorin's head turned to face the one whom had spoken to her. It was the barbarian woman with the great wolf's head. She clutched a bottle of booze in her hand, and had spoken to her in an odd language. Most of the people that she had encountered spoke what was formerly called English. Others spoke strange racial languages, such as the goblins and orcs. This one seemed to be human, but spoke something different. She lowered back to the ground, but remained in her pose. She thought for a moment, trying to figure out the language she had been speaking. Was it Icelandic? Norwegian? She decided to ask if she spoke something common first. "Do you speak English?" she asked.