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[gacha]

✧ L a b r y s . ✧
more info . 5'5 . she/her . persona 4 arena . location: city . tags: rachel

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slowly letting her guard down little by little, the automaton was able to get a good look at the seemingly young child. long, soft blonde hair, a striped shirt, big warm boots, a black bag around her shoulder, even a little black choker, which labry had seen before on yukari, although to labrys, they never did look comfortable. all in all, this girl defiently looked like your everyday middle schooler. when their eyes met, her dull, dimmed blue eyes almost gave labrys a shiver, why was she standing like that? so cold and seemingly carefree, as if you had no emotion to show on this situation. someone deep in the robot's mind compared her to labrys's former self. ah! so she got one too. about to ask for her name and introduce herself, her eyebrows raised in surprise that the child asked before her. tilting her head a little ways, labrys gave a weak smile "oh, I'm labrys. nice to meat ya'."

without a doubt rachel was already noticing her apprance. even while wearing her yasogami high uniform, it was evident that she wasn't human. the only people she knew that accepted her for this was the investigation team, her sisters, and the shadow operatives. two of those already dealt with her 'race' so it hardly counted. this honestly envoked fear in meeting and talking to other people, she didn't wear any fancy coats like aigis as she was still going under upgrades, so it's not like she could hide either. silently taking in a deep breathe, labrys tried to figure out what was most important.

"what are ya' gonna' do? surely all that stuff in the pamphlet will harm ya', being a little girl and all." as much as she wanted to help, the mechanical maiden hadn't a clue if she trusted to herself to help this random kid, really only have worked with others that she shared close bonds with. another thought sharply rippled through her mind. "and theres other people, they're gonna try and kill us y'know." rachel most likely already knew that, reading through the first page on the pamphlet to learn of exie's name, but labrys couldn't help but remind her, having no clue what kind of mental state this kid was in, her voice being so distant and dim. "i don't wanna put any decisions on ya' shoulders, but i was gonna maybe look for others, i uh, i think i can help, since i might be immune to a lot of the dangers here. her red gaze flicked to the ground, once i get into a battle i usually get real heated, ready to fight. im just not in favor of beatn' up innocent people anymore.

[bigwig.]

♔ -- princess

female // 24 // twd comics // tagged; rantaro

This strange boy seemed to remain calm, but perhaps a bit frighteningly so - he spoke as though this oddly complex game of death was only a minor disturbance. Though, for her, it wasn't exceptionally different from the situation back home. Things there were also desolate and dangerous, but the difference there was that being the last one standing definitely did not make you the winner; it just left you lonely and excruciatingly bored. "Yeah, 'inconvenient' is putting it lightly." Princess chuckled slightly despite her nerves Of course, she was not privy to the complex train of thought inside the other's head, and her own trains of thought had become quite scrambled and erratic. He introduced himself as 'Rantaro Amami', which sounded Japanese (certainly the surname), but she wasn't 100% sure of its dialect, and wasn't about to comment on it and likely make herself look a fool. Instead, she just adjusted her goggles and introduced herself in turn. "Name's Juanita Sanchez, but you can call me Princess." She declared, in a deceptively confident voice."As for how I got here, I wish I knew. Seems kinda like back home, but a hell of a lot hotter, and apparently a bit more populous." Of course, her home city had also been falling to ruins, but she knew it like the back of her hand; she needed only glance around to tell that this place definitely wasn't it. But of course, that begged the question: what was this place, and how did they get here?


♦ -- comedian

male // early 40s // dc comics // tagged; sali

For a moment, Eddie was rendered genuinely speechless. Maybe the heat was going to his head, but he was positively astonished by this girl's lack of fear or even a genuine reaction to being threatened. Either she was exceptionally oblivious, or she was exceptionally arrogant - perhaps being well aware that he was threatening her, but steadfastly believing she could overpower him. From his perspective, it seemed quite unlikely she was all that formidable an opponent, but it was something to consider. The bizarre nature of this situation would seem to lend itself to further unexpected events. There was a chance he was just hallucinating all this or something, but that wasn't really a risk he was willing to take. He'd learned long ago that denial was best left at the door, no matter what the situation. "Sorry, but you're the only other soul I've seen in this godforsaken place." He huffed, with a slight edge of amusement to his voice. He cocked his head at her slightly; he should've just pulled the trigger, really, gotten it over with (or so he thought), but he was just too curious to do so. "I gotta ask - what's your game? What's your angle?" Eddie questioned her, eyes narrowed and gun still trained on her. "How are you playing this?" It was unlikely she'd answer honestly - though, given their grim status, perhaps she would indulge and impress him by willingly divulging her plan for handling this game. Not likely, but possible.

[InfectedHau]

Sali||Halfling||D&D||Tagged: Eddie

"Playing what?" Sali asked, tilting her head to one side. Was this all some sort of game? Was this some Xorian nonsense again? That sort of thing seemed to keep happening to her, and she wasn't quite sure why. All the dimensional anchors in the world couldn't seem to keep extraplanar shenanigans away from her. It was probably Anarchy's fault, really. Warlocks being what they were.

Either way, with that information the artificer could quickly deduce what had happened. She, and probably a few others, had been sucked onto some sort of playing field, where they were presumably supposed to either die in an entertaining way or kill each other. For a plane of madness, Xorians certainly were predictable. At least this time there didn't appear to be any Ham Zombies. The pamphlet in her backpack probably explained everything, and now probably would have been a good time to pull it out and read it, but Sali didn't really see the point. Nothing great was ever made by reading an instruction manual.

"I guess right now my primary goal is to find the rest of my party," The halfling said. "We usually improvise from there, though I would rather like to return home. Xoriat is fun and all, but I like my brain not liquefied and bubbling out of my ears. If this is the sort of game I think it is, we'll probably just end up killing whoever's in charge. That's what usually happens." She really hoped it wasn't another beholder. "So is this the sort of death game where we're supposed to fight, or is this the sort of game where we run from giant reanimated clams? I'll be honest, I'd much prefer the latter. It's hard to pretend to hate people."

[Ploegy]

Keebo
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♦ 17 ♦ Male ♦ DV3 ♦ Tagged: Labyrs & Rachel ♦

Eyes slowly opening, Keebo stared skyward blankly. Had he been asleep? Such a thing was impossible for him and he couldn't recall recharging himself to force himself unconscious either. It was all rather confusing and nothing registered in his head. In his brief moment of confusion he almost missed his surroundings. The sky. Why was he staring up at the sky to begin with? He should have been in his room back at the Ultimate Academy not outside. Abruptly pushing himself up into a sitting position, he finally came to the realization that he was no longer at the academy. This place actually looked worse if that was even possible. Could this be some twist in the killing game? Had Monokuma been unsatisfied with their refusal to kill that he had taken away their comfort and thrown them some place far worse? The thought was bothersome to the robot and he shifted uncomfortably in place. For a moment he almost found himself wishing to be back at the academy if such a thing was true, but he dismissed such a thought. He couldn't afford to think in such a manner. There was no logic to back such a thing up to begin with. That's when he noticed the pamphlet. Reaching for it, he opened it to read its contents. A killing game?! So he hadn't escaped the horrid scenario he had previously been in. It was such a disappointment. Putting the pamphlet back down, he took a moment to compose himself.

Climbing to his feet, Keebo brushed the dirt from his body. Even though he couldn't truly feel heat himself, he was aware of how hot this place was and glancing up, he could see the sun burning overhead. His creator had always told him not to stay out in the light for all too long though he couldn't recall the reasoning for it. He assumed it might cause him to overheat his systems like some other electronics did. If that was the case then he needed to find some shade. Moving down the street in search of a safe spot, the teenage robot kept his eyes peeled for any signs of life as well. There was no way he was alone if this was a killing game. It might be best to try and find someone to team up with though to increase his chances of survival. Even if he didn't have basic human needs, he was aware that he wasn't necessarily all that strong either which would put him at a disadvantage if he stayed on his own. Stopping in a slightly shaded spot, Keebo scanned his surroundings again. "Hello? Is anyone-" he began to called out, though he stopped himself mid-sentence as his eyes fell upon what appeared to be a young girl and a mechanical woman. He froze when he realized there was another similar to him. He thought he had been the only of his kind, but it seemed that he was wrong. Staring at the two, he fell silent and was entirely unaware of how uncomfortable his blank stare might be,

(I will post for Momo later on)

[Blumenkranz]

Azura//FE:14//Tags: Klaus
"Oh, I see." Azura sighed. It made sense. If she and other people were indeed forced in to this 'game', then it was likely that the other people here wouldn't know either. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Klaus. My name is Azura." A loud squawk sounded from above them, making Azura look up. A vulture was seated on a tree branch above them, watching them. Azura frowned at it, then looked back to Klaus. "I'm assuming that you got the pamphlet, too? This situation is...troubling. I can't even remember how I got here. "

[ShimmerSolarPets]

ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ ɢᴀʀᴅɴᴇʀ

Female - 13 - Satsuriku no Tenshi (Horror RPG) - Form - Location: City - Tagged: Labrys, Keebo

Rachel's cold, dimmed stare never once left Labrys, though she had gradually switched her focus to the automaton's striking crimson eyes. The robot was right about that: all the things in the pamphlet could potentially kill her. She hadn't read the whole thing in detail yet, but from simply flipping through it, she caught bits of something like a disease spreading around that caused the creatures in Dusthaven to become savage. That would be very inconvenient. Not only would she have other people trying to kill her, even the place itself was trying to kill her. However, the most immediate threat would be this girl in front of her, if it turned out that she had harmful intentions. It wasn't that she was afraid of dying- quite the opposite, really. Despite that, she didn't want to die by the savage creatures and plants in this place nor by the hands of the other "players" trapped in this place. "I want to get out of here," she said, her voice still quite calm in its unsettling way. The girl in front of her may or may not be a robot, but Rachel herself was definitely more "robotic". "I'll just have to avoid anyone that wants to kill me. And if they insist on getting in my way... they'll just have to go." She didn't say this with any sort of menace. It was as if the young girl was just putting it out plainly as a matter of fact. Rachel seemed to space out a bit as her thoughts went back to the situation she had been in before. She had been put into some kind of "game", where a bunch of serial killers were trying to murder her. Of course, she eventually learned the horrible truth about it... along with the horrible realization about herself. Still, this wasn't too much of a difference from that situation. The place was simply much bigger, and there were more things in here that could potentially kill her. But the words that had just left her mouth was proof that this part of her still hadn't changed from that time. She was still an unforgivable, selfish girl.

Rachel's blue eyes widened a little when Labrys said that she might be able to help. Help her? This robot girl... wanted to help her? Of course, Rachel knew from experience that she could easily betray her. The girl had a large battle axe with her, and Rachel only had a knife. One swing from Labrys while she was caught off-guard would finish her off. "You can... help?" she asked, tilting her head. Her eyebrows scrunched up slightly. "Can I trust you?" Anyone who wanted to betray her would probably lie and say that they were trustworthy, so there really was no point in her asking that. Still, the question sort of slipped off her tongue without much thought. A voice suddenly caught her off-guard, and the girl whirled around, taking her gaze off Labrys. Her blue gaze was instantly focused on the newcomer's mechanical appearance. Another robot? He concealed his robotic parts much less than Labrys did. In fact, while Labrys wore a normal human uniform over herself, this one seemed to have mechanical clothing as well. He had white, spiky hair and an antenna sticking out of his head. "Um..." she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. He seemed more harmless than Labrys (though it might be because Labrys was wielding a giant mechanical battle axe and this robot boy didn't seem to have anything on him that might qualify as a weapon), but the child was preparing herself to run again in case he might suddenly try to harm them. "Who are you? What do you want?" she asked the newcomer, her blank stare meeting his equally-blank stare.

ʀᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀᴍᴀᴍɪ

Male - 16-17 - Danganronpa V3 - Form - Location: City Square - Tagged: Princess

Juanita Sanchez? That seemed like a Hispanic name. A small, amused smirk tugged on Rantaro's lips when the woman concluded her introduction with a nickname: Princess. Rantaro found it quite an adorable alias for a woman with a menacing-looking gun, though he was more than willing to oblige. "Alright, nice to meet you, Princess. The situation could be better, though," he said, with a calm smile. Something about her words piqued his interest. "Seems kinda like back home"? What sort of place did Princess live in? He'd been to many different places all around the world, though he'd never heard of a place called Dusthaven prior to coming here and this place seemed a lot different than the other places he'd visited. Of course, this place had a few similarities with the place he had been trapped in prior to finding himself here. Even this whole "killing game" scenario was uncannily similar. "Your words make me wonder what kind of place you came from," he said, with a small chuckle. "Coming from a place similar to this one... Must be one rough place. Though, I can't say this place doesn't bear any similarities with my previous situation either." The wheels of his mind started turning. The "Exie" mentioned in the pamphlet seemed to be the mastermind of this game. And the purpose of this game? Entertainment. So, there must be an audience somewhere, watching them. Of course Exie wouldn't be kind enough to allow them to keep their memories of how they got here. It would mean they would easily find their way back out- that would certainly make the game boring if people started working together to retrace their steps and get out of this place. It would certainly defeat the purpose of the killing game. Exie wanted bloodshed, betrayal. But Rantaro was determined not to play into the mastermind's hands. "You're not the only one to forget how you got here. Seems like I did as well," he said, with a small sigh as he crossed his arms. "Can't say I'm surprised, though it's quite troubling to think that Exie has the power to wipe our memories. Judging from the information in the pamphlet, though, this Exie probably has a way of influencing the game. To 'spice things up', as the pamphlet says." He wondered in what way Exie might interfere if things got too "boring", and how Exie was going to do it. After all, not many people would willingly kill just because a pamphlet told them to.

[gacha]

✧ L a b r y s . ✧
. more info . 5'5 . she/her . persona 4 arena . location: city . tags: rachel & kiibo .

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labrys's expression shifted to a much more perturbed look as she listened to rachel speak. "i want to get out" i'm sure theres notta single person who enjoys bein' here. the mechanical maiden gave a small nod to rachel's words, although she merely did the gesture without even thinking, labrys was busy looking into the last thing she said. "they'll just have to go." although she said it without any trace of malice or aggression, it certainly made labrys clench her teeth a bit. this young girl was strange, maybe even unsettling, labrys hated the way she was constantly making direct eye contact with her. you just couldn't judge rachel by only looking. the blonde kid's question caught labrys off gaurd a litle bit, assuming she'd immdietly accept help from a gaint axe weilding girl, although she had the right idea not to, unlike last time, its the survival of the fittest, your objective is just to live.

taking in a sharp breathe, labrys opened her mouth to reply when a voice interupted her. the automaton's gleaming crimson eyes fixated on someone else, her knee's immedietly bending into more of a battle stance, but that didn't last very long as the shape had stopped coming towards them. then it hit her, this person wasn't truely giving off body heat, not like a regular human should, in fact they were just kinda warm all over. the heat waves were screwing with her vision, prompting labrys to walk towards them. the robot's gaze sharpened and her eyebrows furrowed, without thinking it through, a question slipped off her toungue. "are... are you an anti-shadow supression weapon too?" she coudln't help but ask, those eyes, four iris's, the white hair, but this person's body was far to thick and short, it didn't look like it was ment for fighting. she wasn't sure and didn't want to ask, but they didn't seem female, all of her unit's were her sisters. that and of course, most were killed by models like her or shut down, the only known ones to be alive were her and aigis. somehow, still there was this small glint of confusion, hope and panic rose in her chest.

"what am i sayin'? who are ya'?" seeing how wavering and harsh her tone was, labrys tried again. "did you get a pamphlet too?" ... it was a little better. attempting to calmly take in a breathe, she kept her weapon lowerd and attempted to stay calm, between the horrendous circumstance she was in, and this automaton- her mind felt fuzzy and pained.

[potatoscones]

stinger - 24 - kyuranger - taggged ;; miu

At the sound of a shout, Stinger's first instinct was to attack. He froze, unmoving, all but for the slight twitch of his tail. He relaxed though, once he figured that anything that would actively be trying to kill him probably wouldn't try to call out like that. He turned to find the source of the voice, almost squinting through the glare of the sun, thankful for once that being born on a desert planet would have it's advantages. He could make out that the voice belonged to a blonde woman. After a brief hesitation, he made his way over, standing a few steps away from her. He wasn't one for small talk, but it would be rude at least to just stand there like an idiot staring. "Hello," he offered a curt greeting, dipping his head a bit.

[Ploegy]

Keebo
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♦ 17 ♦ Male ♦ DV3 ♦ Tagged: Labrys & Rachel ♦

Noticing that his voice had caught their attention, Keebo finally broke his straight stare to look between the two of them. It was clear that he had interrupted some kind of conversation, though he couldn't be certain of what it was exactly. It didn't matter anyways. The two were already looking at him. The human girl seemed to be observing him, though he was oblivious to how uncomfortable she appeared to be by his presence. On the other hand, he could already see the mechanical woman approaching him. He was curious of her and from the way she looked at him, he got the sense that she had the same feeling toward him. That's when her question caught his attention though it confused him greatly. "Anti-shadow suppression weapon?" he repeated in utter confusion. It was clear that he had no clue what she was talking about, but the word that stuck out to him was weapon. Was he seen as a weapon? Throwing his hands up quickly in defense, he knew he had to dismiss that thought immediately. "I am no weapon. I promise you that. I was made to be very much like a human and nothing more." He knew his words wouldn't prove a thing, but unlike Labrys, he didn't even have a weapon on his person. He actually didn't have anything dangerous on him. That only made him more wary of the one before him. The axe on her back could probably do plenty of damage to him even with his metal body.

Taking a small step back, Keebo attempted to compose himself and prepare for the question that had been raised by both girls. "My name is K1-B0, but please address me as Keebo," he answered calmly as a faint smile crossed his face and he placed his hands against his sides. It was clear that he had pride in himself, though around this other robot his confidence in himself was toned down a bit given that she was clearly stronger than he was. It made him jealous to say the least, but he refused to let such a thing show. He still had his own uses. "Would you mind introducing yourselves? It would be greatly appreciated." Even if he wasn't supposed to be all too trusting of others in this place, he still wished to possibly call some people his allies. Maybe they'd be able to work together prevent the killing from actually happening much like how the others at the Ultimate Academy had been doing. He was sure nobody actually wanted this killing game, right? It'd take someone so twisted to want anything like this.

Pushing such a thought aside for the moment, he listened to Labrys' final question and gave a nod of his head. "If you are referring to the one that gave information on this place then yes, I did receive one." If they both had received one as well, then that meant they too were apart of this game. That should have been obvious based off what the pamphlet had said, then again it had never mentioned robots being wiped out from this place so it was still possible that something like himself or Labrys could have still been wandering around this place.

Momo Yaoyorozu
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♦ 16 ♦ Female ♦ BNHA ♦ Tagged: Deidara ♦

She could feel the sun beating down on her as she came to and slowly opened her eyes. Why was she laying around outside? Her eyes took a moment to focus, but as the scene around her settling in Momo came to realize that she was in no place she had ever been before. "Huh?!" she exclaimed in surprise as she abruptly forced herself up into a sitting position. The world around her was completely foreign. Was this some kind of test? No, she would have remembered if it had been something like that. This was something entirely different. That's when she noticed the pamphlet beside her. Maybe this would have some answers. Picking it up, she began to read it over, though the more she did, the more she wished she hadn't. She was trapped in some place known as Dusthaven and was expected to take part in some killing game, but the others weren't the only thing she needed to worry about. Some disease lingered in this place that could take her. That sounded less than appealing. The whole thing made her extremely uncomfortable actually. As a hero she wasn't supposed to kill and she planned to uphold that for as long as she possibly could no matter what this Exie person said. She refused to kill for their pleasure.

Folding the pamphlet back up, she stuffed it into one of her pouches as she rose to her feet. At the moment she was grateful that she was already in her hero costume. It made the heat a bit more bearable and allowed her to easily create things if needed. She'd have to watch how much she used her quirk though. Without a steady source of food, she couldn't overdo it otherwise she'd put herself at risk of harming her own body. Beginning to walk along, Momo looked around in silence until the sound of something hitting a nearby wall caught her attention and brought her to a halt. Her eyes moved in the direction of the sound. Something was close by. Was it another person or was it some kind of wildlife? Either way she needed to be prepared. Allowing a metal staff to form from the skin above her stomach, she grabbed the weapon and slowly began to approach. "Who's there?! Show yourself?!" she shouted at the doorway, wondering who or what might come out if it heeded her request.

[MagicSpyglass]

Sorry for the late reply!)

The boy nodded. "Pleasure to meet you too!" He shook the woman's hand politely before hearing the cry of a certain scavenger bird. He glanced up at the ugly creature glaring at them. He was considering doing something to spook the bird away, but instead he needed to reply to Azura. "I do as well." He took it out of his suit pocket. "I just woke up here. One day I am on a ship, and the next I am on cold concrete!" The vulture quacked once more before it flew away, presumably to feast upon an animals' empty corpse.