The Roamer's Raffle | multifandom rp | o&a

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

"Locus" | "Male" | "mid~30's" | "Red vs Blue" | "Nesting ground inn" | "Felix(comms)

Felix's vague answers definitely aren't helping the situation. "Okay fine. Whats the last thing you remember on chorus then?" He stated with an annoyed growl of a tone to his voice, stepping carefully as he paces the small room he had obtained at the inn. But theres another question he needs answered as his unoccupied hand briefly rests against the hilt of the great chorus key on his hip. "Do you still have he key with you?" He questioned. If this felix didn't have it or admitted to losing it, then he had his answer.

[Matreats]

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「 Early 20 ⫸ Male ⫸ OC ⫸ Tags: Nero 」


spacerDean eyed the current pub-goers, mildly intrigued by the new arrivals. Dean had been in this strange...other reality for quite a long time after learning that time hardly even passed back in his world. He was interested, and the kind of people that came here was nothing like he had ever seen, far from the humans and viscets he was used to from his home city Riverhead. Not a few feet away from him, a human-looking individual sat down at the bar and immediately ordered a drink. Dean wondered if he had any money on him...perhaps this would be an easy pickpocket. He sidled over to the human, taking the seat next to him. "Hey there gorgeous," he says, taking a half-empty drink from the bar, not really caring who's it previously was. "New around here?" As he spoke, he quickly did a glance-over of the guy, looking for valuables or money that might be easily picked off.

[mandalorian]

Felix | Male | Mid 30's | Red vs. Blue | The Village | Locus (comms)
"Have you always asked this many questions, or been this distrustful of me? Or did I hit my head and end up in a different universe with a slightly more annoying Locus? Seriously." Felix retorts, throwing his hands in the air. At the mention of the Key, he scoffs and rolls his eyes under his helmet, growing more "Christ. The Key? Of course I have the key." He lowers his hand to pat his hip where it lays, but doesn't linger on the topic for long, irritation only growing and tipping into actual anger. "What the hell is going on, Locus? We were supposed to be getting into position to face and kill the pathetic little Sim Troopers, how the hell have we — no, no no no, how the hell have I ended up in some crappy little village, in the middle of God knows where? And where the hell are you?"

[InfectedHau]

Reza||25||Female||Tagged: Hit

"Of course," Reza said, following the humanoid out the door. Not before scraping some of his blood off the knife and into a phial, of course. Not that blood had much DNA in it, but it couldn't hurt. The more samples the better, after all. Ideally she'd get some bone and muscle samples as well, perhaps a few redundant organs or a snippet of brain, but she had a feeling he might object to that. For someone grievously wounded, he seemed a bit twitchy about getting help.

"I'm Reza, by the by," she said, half-jogging to keep up with her patient's strides. "Reza Alomar, Chief of Applied Biomancy at Syntech Biomedical Incorportated. Do you have a name I would understand, or does your species communicate in other ways? If that's the case, feel free to do so, my hearing range goes all the way into the infrasonic, and I've even got basic pheromone receptors if you communicate that way. Whatever's most comfortable for you."

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

"Nero" | "Male" | "21+" | "Devil May Cry 4/5" | "The Roamer's Raffle" | "Dean"

Nero goes from looking at his drink to looking at some... thing deciding to sit beside him. He instinctively drags his devil bringer arm into his lap and out of sight. Hand hidden under the trench to grasp blue rose if needed, but hopefully the sight of red queen on his back would deter any other unwanted moves. When they speak to him and ask him questions, he raises a brow before scoffing faintly downing the rest of his drink before setting the cup down a bit roughly. "What gave that away pal? The fact that i don't look like some rugged farmer, or the fact that i have a sword on my back?" He asked a bit sarcastically.

"Locus" | "Male" | "mid~30's" | "Red vs Blue" | "Nesting ground inn" | "Felix(comms)"

That last bit really has him reeling, but it does confirm his thoughts. This is a parallel felix. Not his felix. "Then theres a lot to explain then. We're no doubtedly in the same location if you mentioned an inn, which is my location. I'll wait for you outside it." He retorted before turning off his off. He takes a deep breath, shaking his head as he slowly and calmly let it out before he nodded his head and stepped out of the room. He locks it behind him just incase, tucks the normal key away then heads to stand outside the inn.

[mandalorian]

Felix | Male | Mid 30's | Red vs. Blue | The Village | Locus
Felix scoffs, not saying anything else but listening for when the comms on the other end go dead. He rolls his shoulders before kicking himself off the wall of the building and heading back into the open, immediately spotting where the inn sign is hanging and heading for it. Just as he arrives at the front, the familiar figure in green and black armor steps out. "Christ almighty, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He states, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he throws his hands out while approaching. "And you've been here long enough to find a place to stay? Thanks for having my back, I was more intent on figuring out where the hell you went."

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

"Locus" | "Male" | "mid~30's" | "Red vs Blue" | "Nesting ground inn" | "Felix(comms)"

He's not going to sugar coat anything for felix, because why should he when felix hid so much from him. Did so much to him in secret. Thus when he steps out of the inn and is instantly greeted with such an annoying tone of voice, he merely crosses his arms a his chest, standing impassive and unimpressed. "You weren't my concern. You haven't been for a while now. You should be dead buried under rubble on chorus." He retorted near instantly. He even proves his point by uncrossing his arms and taking the great chorus key/hilt off his hip and holding it up. "Look familiar?" He questioned, ending such a statement by activating the iridesent/transparent blue and purple blade.

[mandalorian]

Felix | Male | Mid 30's | Red vs. Blue | The Village | Locus
To say that Felix was expecting a warm greeting was a lie, but the greeting Locus provides is one that at the very bottom of the list. He can feel his stomach drop at the words, and when the key is pulled from Locus's hip, and activated, he's not even sure how to react. Intense anger? Confusion? Should he be pulling out his gun, and placing a bullet between the mans eyes before he can even fully react? "That isn't possible. I have the key, you.. you shouldn't even be able to activate that." He says, slowly and carefully, pulling his key from his hip and activating it to prove his point. He turns it over in his hand, before deactivating it and placing it away.

In one quick movement, he pulls his magnum from beside where his key rests. The action is quick and graceful, pushing himself back to put space between the two in case Locus decided to lash out with the key. He aims the gun at Locus with a scowl, though it's unseen under his helmet. "Explain." He hisses, flicking the aim of the gun to the key and back to his helmet in a quick and simple gesture that gets the point across. "Before I kill you right where you stand. And you know I will."

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

"Locus" | "Male" | "mid~30's" | "Red vs Blue" | "Nesting ground inn" | "Felix(comms)"

To be fair, locus expeced felix to pull a gun. Not this late into the conversation but still, he expected it even as he deacivates the key and puts it away, crossing his arms at his chest. "And if you're still in possession of it, that means we're from separate areas. Your from my past or i'm from your future, which ever way you wish to put it. But i can still do this." Locus states before moving swiftly.

He ducks down quickly because felix always aims high and lunges forward, quickly wrapping his arms around felix's midsection and taking the shorter man to the ground before moving swiftly to grab felix's wrists, wrenching the gun from his grasp then pinning his arms down so he can't go for a knife while sitting on his legs to keep him from kicking.

[mandalorian]

Felix | Male | Mid 30's | Red vs. Blue | The Village | Locus
Felix is mid-swear, at practically the top of his lungs in rage. From just the shock of Locus practically tackling him, he fires the gun into the air as he goes down, unsure of the direction the bullet even went in because he's on the ground and getting the gun pried from him in an instant. He lets out a huff as Locus roughs him up, raising his knee to try and jostle him off but Locus is quicker than him.

So he settles for what he does second best — throwing temper tantrums until he gets his way. "Jesus, Locus! I will kill you, do you hear me?! I'm going to absolutely destroy you! You'll wish I was on the good side and didn't make it painful!" He shrieks, unable to do much else since Locus is preventing all movement. "You're the absolute worse, you total damn ass! Get off!"