A Mysterious Island||Multi-Fandom||Accepting!

[.muse.]

"What if I help you rebuild it? I could deconstruct a couple o' my grenades for supplies? I don't know much about non cybertronian weaponry, but I'm sure somea the plasma in them and the metal housing could be useful." She ignored all their insult to one another, at least outwardly ignored them. Inside she was laughing like a sparkling at how much they sounded like Starscream and Knockout when they got into it. The larger of the two preferring a hot rod red coloring as well only made it that much more entertaining to her now that she thought of it that way. "I'm not putting either of ya down until you agree ta at least not harm one another. As far as I am aware this place is foreign ta all of us, it certainly isn't cybertron, you wouldn't be able ta breathe. It really isn't earth, I'm not getting any signal for the absurd amount of technology people rely on ta live. And I don't know where you come from, but you did say ya needed ta be able ta defend yourself here cause ya don't know what might be lurkin' on this island." Steel said all fair pointedly. Since when was she logical she wondered, normally she was the risk taker who blasted at autobots just to start a race. But then again that was usually when she at least knew what she was up against. The fact that her scanners weren't working properly here was troublesome to the usually acutely focused bot. "Let's just agree none of our weapons are tacky, unless we're referrin' ta one of my sticky grenades, those are tacky, but that's sorta the point of 'em."
Her gaze zero'd in on Tony, "Two seconds a civil is all I'm asking here. After your comments earlier, and how much of a hypocrite you just made yourself, I think I deserve that outta ya yea?" Turning to Rocket she added "I swear by the all spark if you two start up physically again there will be a brown fuzzy puddle of Rocket stuck to the underside of my foot an I really don't want ta have ta be scrapping fur off after all the leaves already stuck there." Leaning down so that their feet were on the ground again she still held each of them, "Can I trust ta let go?" Plus at this point she REALLY wanted to know who this other bot was that Bee had come across. But she certainly wasn't leaving either Rocket or Tony unattended long enough to find out.

[lokison]

Henry looked at the strange man. "Who are you?" He asked. He wasn't about to follow a stranger no matter how nice they appeared. Emma and Regina had taught him that.

[.muse.]

Jack shrugged off the whole being watched pretty much constantly thing easily. He lived in a world, worlds? World thing, where almost anything was possible, hell, he'd been killed how many times now? He smirked at that thought as he followed Paris into the clearing she'd pointed out, much better than cramped together in the trees. "Music?" He asked and had to hold up his hand to excuse his short burst of laughter. "We just all randomly appeared on some island, two companions, a version of the doctor, an alien, a human, and a time agent, and you're asking our personal tastes?" He chuckled a little bit more then threw and arm around her shoulders, "You're gonna fit right in with this batch then kid."

[.muse.]

"I serve myself, but I am willingly in allegiance with these two and several others thank you." Jareth answered the stormtrooper amused, "Though you really should lower your weapons, my friends here and myself aren't partial to weapons being pointed in our direction." Jareth was going to suggest Scar use his handy fog trick so they could at least gain some personal space back when a figure in a suit caught his eye not that far from the scene unfolding watching. It, as he could not decipher a gender, wore the same helmet as the soldiers surrounding them, but other than that it was nothing like them. It was wearing a suit, not a suit of armor, but an actual earthy suit and tie, white pressed button up shirt peeking out from a blue pin striped black jacket, black slacks, and shiny steel toed boots to finish it off. The figure had a gun like the soldier did, only it wore it slung across its back nonchalantly as if it had no need to actually use it. "Who's your friend?" He asked the stormtrooper that had spoken before.

"The friend can speak for itself sir." The suit and tie came closer, but still left the white armored Imperial Stormtroopers between itself and the trio. "SD-630 speaking, might I know the commanding officer of this base?" She asked in militaristic fashion, while SD was commonly laid back go with the flow screw the formalities crap, she was a little freaked out at the moment which tended to make her resort to talking more robotic, a self preservation mechanism that she couldn't shake. One minute the troop she was with were scouring the jungles of Naboo trying to find that damned Gungan city and then suddenly they were in a castle. Like what the hell? She was all for the force and the power of it, and all the different methods of transportation on the various planets she'd visited, but just 'poof' random location, no connection with any higher ups, this was beyond her normalcy.

[yeet.]

"My name is Legolas Greenleaf, the prince of Mirkwood. But you most likely know me from the Lord of The Rings...the books and movies, as I seem to keep being told about that." Legolas answered, then he held out a hand for the boy, "And who may you be?"

[lokison]

Henry looked at Legolas blankly. He frowned. "Lord of the rings? What's that?" He asked and shifted his big story book. When he was asked his name he cleared his throat. "Henry Mills of Storybrooke Maine. I'm looking for my mother's and grandparents." He said

[baron zemo.]

Stitch padded after the others, strapping g his boasters to his back and nodding. The people-slash-aliens seemed to not be hostile for now, so he calmed down considerably. He bolted ahead of the group and into the clearing, sniffing about. "Stitch likes a lot of music" He declared. "Like Mr Presley..." His thoughts went to the time he fully dressed up as Elvis himself, and the events after that. With that, Stitch sat down with a sigh.

Discord sniffed at that, "You should really put a leash on that one, sounds like a compete douche in my books" He turned right side up, finishing his cake shake. "This place is fabulous, with no ponies eyeing me...being reformed is borrrring!" He whined, snagging yet another slice. "With all this harmony hoohah...it makes me want to rip my horns off sometimes..."

Hiccup rolled his eyes, lifting up a hand. "No need for the sharp objects. I've got this" He replied smoothly, turning and walking to Toothless. The rider crouched down and rummaged once again through the saddlebag, scooping out a couple black scales with a not so hidden smirk. "Toothless had a shedding season." The dragon gave a laugh, stretching his wings. Hiccup walked back to Rumple and offered the scales, "Done"

[yeet.]

Gabriel lightly nodded his head, "Sounds like you haven't got all happy days either, then. But hey, I guess it isn't that bad. Harmony isn't all so bad when it comes to being annoying. I've dealt with worse." Gabriel said.

Legolas shook his head softly, "All I know is that it is books, and movies..admittedly I have no idea what movies are." The elf answered, then he offered a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Henry."

[lokison]

Henry couldn't help but laugh slightly when the man or whatever he was said he didn't know what movies where. He then nodded. "You too I guess." He said flipping open the book to see if he could find this guy in it. Maybe he was from another dimension like Wonderland and Oz.

[FoalanisaLupo]

*Picture here*
Name:
Cuba, human name unknown. Though some theories ,his human name is Carlos, so his human name, shall be Carlos
Nickname:
Commie(By America), Carlos, Carlito, Rum-Stealing Jerk(By PR)
Age:
Lets say around his 20's
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Is lazy
Fandom?:
Hetalia
Canon or OC?:
Canon
Crush:
No one
Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Wife/Husband:
No one
History:
*Hands you a book on Cuban History*
Other:
Yeah, I made another character....