War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>31-08-2018, 04:53:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>"I looked forward in time. I saw 14,000,605 futures." <br>"In how many of those do we win?"<br>"One."</em></div><br><div align="center">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/aeea/th/pre/i/2014/117/a/5/dewitt_s_new_office_by_frankhong-d7gaf0s.jpg)</div><br>"Are you sure this is even gonna work?" A dour faced man leaned back in his chair in a small, dingy office. A single fan kept the place cool, silently rotating above him. Across from him, a beautiful woman, with lips of ruby red and a cigarette in her hand, she smiled. "How about we not discuss how many times it took you, Booker. It'll work. The right team, the right place. We'll get there. The TITAN Project..." <br><br>A blank board was in front of both of them. It held everything they knew about the TITAN Project. The board was blank. They had a lot of work to do. "Well, not that I'm doubting your picks, but you've put a hand in a lot of things, haven't you Liz?" Booker said. "The Lucetes won't like how you've been mucking with reality. And as much as I appreciate a good gunman...Jinx? Really?" He asked. "Add the spider lady to it, and suddenly our adventures look normal."<br><br>"Jinx and Muffet will be invaluable. Add Harold's abilities and Decker's investigative skills and we'll have quite the little team assembled. I simply wish we had more..." <br><br>"But you've already got that contact, don't you? What was her name...ehh, they call her the Defiant Torch or something, right?" <br><br>"Something like that." Elizabeth said. "The four are on their way. My invitations were quite clear..."<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>You Are Invited! <br><br>I know who you are. Mysterious Invaders have claimed your home. They did the same to mine as well. I miss that penthouse in France. In this case, they have annoyed the wrong people. People like you and me, who won't stand for it. If you wish to take a stand against the ones who attacked and destroyed your home as much as I do, meet me and my companion at 108 Bowery St. I already have a bit of a lead...<br><br>Signed, AD</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jovialtraveler</strong> on <strong>31-08-2018, 07:03:44</strong>
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				Harold checked his mail in his apartment, raising his eyebrows. He had to hold back a whoop of excitement. Yes! There was finally something big to stop! An enemy he could face, instead of the slow, steady rot of evil that ate at human hearts. He picks up the cricket bat he’d bought to replace his sword. It was the same general shape. He then stows his handgun under his jacket. He was wearing modern clothes, for practicality’s sake. He then whistles for his dog, patting the mutt’s head with a grin. “You ready to get back to real hero work?” The dog barks and smiles, and Harold chuckles. Walter was at his own job, as a secretary.<br><br>Harold walked out the door, making sure to carry a ball in the hand that wasn’t holding the bat, to make it less suspicious when he crossed town. The dog stayed by his side without needing to be told, and as he arrived at the address, he checked his letter once more. This was the place. He rings the doorbell.... and waits for all of five seconds before ringing again, twice. “Bloody hell.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 00:06:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/e4ae/th/pre/i/2016/022/0/9/muffet_by_lenecian9-d9ox1w9.png)</div>On the ceiling just behind Harold, a small cluster of spiders crawled over eachother, carrying something as ants would carry a large meal. They seemed to have... A cellphone? It seemed a very cautious individual was responding to the call to arms.<br><br>Outside of the building and down the block, a woman with a shawl and an oddly silky trench-coat checked a burner cellphone she had acquired. Muffet was many things, but most of all, she was cautious. When an opportunity presented itself, she never made her initial dealings in person. That could spell trouble for her. The fact that a slip of paper had made its way to Muffet at all was a matter of great alarm within her nest. It could be a trap-- it could be anything! However, the reason why Muffet couldn't just ignore it, was because one of those 'anythings' could be her chance at <em>revenge</em>.<br><br>Muffet had worked so hard to see her spiders brought together again. Now, they were more scattered than ever. It was unacceptable. The death of the multiverse was also a problem in terms of finding living space and sources of income, of course, but the important thing was that <em>they were hurting spiders.</em> Only spiders were allowed to hurt spiders. This wasn't something Muffet could allow to stand.<br><br>Like the strings of a marionette, the spiders would collectively begin descending from thin webs behind Harold, stopping at his eye-level. They held Muffet's phone aloft, giving the brief appearance that it was floating in mid-air. A whimsical voice came from the speakerphone, addressing Harold in a cheery, delighted tone. <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Oh, I feel the strings tugging. They have found someone outside the apartment. Ahuhuhu~ Hello dear, are you the one who sent that charming letter?"</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metraxa</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 02:16:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://d1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net/invisibleinc_gamepedia/thumb/b/bf/Decker.png/200px-Decker.png?version=06f523ed5e6bb6ddd4fbf031591a6033)</div> New York City. It might not be the same as home, no overwhelming blanket of smoke and soot, no near constant thundering of rain, no intrusive holographic advertisements. But there were still the same sky piercing buildings, the same faceless throngs of people, and the same divide between the rich and the poor. They might not have the same reach as back in his world, but corporate life was alive and well here. It was easy enough to imagine that the war might take place here too, eventually. <br><br>But he was no historian. Decker was here because someone had summoned him, offering the opportunity to get the support he and Invisible Inc needed to fight back and reclaim the world from those invaders as well as Incognito. And if Center told him to go, he did it. With directions provided he made his way to the address that he had been given. At the same time he was wary as he moved along, ingrained habits that had served him well in the field. There was no telling what would be waiting for them. It could be a trap.<br><br>Coming into eyesight of the building, expectations were dashed by the....was that a bunch of spiders holding a cell phone?<br><br>"Just when you think you've seen everything," Decker muttered, tipping his hat as he walked forward to join the man and the....spiders. Beneath the trench coat he had his cloaking rig, as well as various assorted pieces of equipment. No gun this time, but he did have his neural disruptor on him. A nonlethal alternative was always useful to have around should trouble kick up. Central got annoyed at him when he dropped bodies. <br><br>Stepping up to the man, Decker managed to catch the last bit of the sentence that came from the phone. It confirmed his suspicions at least. The letter he'd gotten wasn't only for him. There were other people involved in this as well. It could be dangerous, but there was no harm in having allies. Especially at a time like this. "If he did, he wouldn't be standing outside of the building," he pointed out before turning to the man. "So, you from another world too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jovialtraveler</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 03:22:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (https://www.gamewallpapers.com/img_script/mobile_dir2/img.php?src=wallpaper_fable_3_01_ipad.jpg&amp;height=755&amp;width=850&amp;crop-to-fit) </div> “Yes, that’s right. I’m responding to the letter. I’m afraid I don’t know much more than you two.” Harold raised an eyebrow at being addressed by a cellphone held aloft by arachnids. “Someone with impressive connections must have called us here. Do the letters AD mean anything to you?” Harold asked, looking over his shoulder. He had an uneasy tenseness between his shoulders. Something about the group didn’t feel quite complete, somehow. “Do either of you have a nagging feeling that whoever this AD is, they’ve been watching us for quite some time?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 17:09:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/001/296/786/da4.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With the dull scenery of New York scrolling past outside of a window, Jinx tapped a foot and bobbed her head to an imaginary song.&nbsp; She was envisioning what the city would look like if it exploded, and she was trying to 'remix' the sounds of screams, explosions, and fire into some dub-step song in her head.&nbsp; When a letter was placed on her lap, there was an imagined sound of tires screeching followed by the sound of a car crash - and everything fell silent.&nbsp; Her pink eyes glanced down and then shot a glare toward her parole officer before opening it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"This better be worth you interrupting my beautiful music, stick-ass,"</em> she warned him, using a derogatory term he was known to hate because of its implications.&nbsp; <em>"I was just getting to the chorus, all 'splodey and all"</em> she paused, took a deep breath before shrieking at the top of her lungs to mimic the sound of someone screaming in fear.&nbsp; <em>"SHUT UP!!! Read the damn letter!"</em> her parole officer yelled, earning a slightly bit tongue and mischievous snicker.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she read the letter, her amused grin slowly faded.&nbsp; She glanced over at the man, rubbing the inside of his ear with a finger with an agitated expression.&nbsp; <em>"Is this another modeling gig? Is it going to be one of those straight-laced types? Those are super duper extra stupor boring...I like the lu-"</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"No,"</em> he curtly said, interrupting her.&nbsp; <em>"This is about something different, and I was told to bring you here.&nbsp; Beyond that, I don't know nothin'."</em>&nbsp; With the black car pulling up next to the building, her parole officer put it in park and opened up the trunk.&nbsp; <em>"You'll find your weapons in a case back there.&nbsp; If this goes well, you might not have to see me again.&nbsp; So get the fuck out of my car and go make someone else's life a living hell."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Awwwww, I love you too!"</em> She leaned over, roughly grasping his cheeks before forcing him to face her and give a tongue-invasive kiss.&nbsp; As quickly as it happened, she pulled away and vacated the car, giggling maniacally at his dumbfounded expression.&nbsp; She turned, noticing the two men and the floating cell phone in front of a door.&nbsp; She blinked at the cell phone before grinning at the others, brushing the copious amount of blue hair aside to reveal her unnaturally pale face.&nbsp; <em>"Oh hi there! Are one of you the people that sent me a letter?"</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Before one of them could answer, she gave a thumbs up. <em>"Great!"</em> She walked behind the car, letting them see her faded gray jeans hug a set of swaying hips.&nbsp; She reached inside and pulled out a briefcase before walking closer to them, waving at the car as it pulled off.&nbsp; <em>"I'm Jinx, and I hope you all like making thing go <strong>BOOM</strong> like I do!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 21:02:49</strong>
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				Once the four were...somewhat assembled (after all, Muffet wasn't exactly around), the door suddenly changed before their eyes, accompanied by a loud burst of static. The door was now black and white, with writing on the door. "Investigations into Matters Both Public &amp; Private." Decker, at least, knew what he was looking at. A private investigator's office. The door opened on its own. "Come on in." Said a female voice.<br><br>Stepping inside was like being transported back to the 1920s. Not that anyone but Decker might know that. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on the air as the ceiling fan struggled in vain to keep it cool. "Welcome. It is good to see that you all received my invitations." The woman said. The man stood up. "Hey." He said gruffly. "Name's Booker Dewitt, and she's Elizabeth Com-" <br><br>"No. I used my real name for the invitations. I am Anna Dewitt." Which matched the AD on the letter. "I am also Elizabeth Comstock, as my father here was about to say. If I had my choice, we'd be meeting in my penthouse in Paris, but that particular dimensional pocket has collapsed and I'll need to rebuild it when I get a chance."<br><br>"And that is why you are here." She said. "The invaders who came in, turning weapons from alternate worlds against you. Powerful guns, forbidden spells, great brutes, you've seen it all I'm sure. Each of you has a story that ends the same way-you found a portal that led here." She smirked. "I know. I made them. I saved as many as I could, but even my power has limits." She shook her head, and Booker stepped up to the plate for the next bit.<br><br>"I've done some looking around with Liz...Anna's help." He corrected himself. "The guys responsible call themselves the Titan Project. They hit our world first and swiped the designs for Zachary Comstock's machines that could open up windows to other worlds. Originally it was based on leeching her particular talents." He hooked a thumb at Anna. "They musta found another way to do it, cause now they've hit everyone."<br><br>"And I think I know from where." Anna spoke up, as she opened a Black and White portal to another world, far beyond this one. It seemed to open on a fair, a carnival, or something similar. Living constructs, beautiful pieces of art, and massive airships could all be seen. "Kaladesh, the land of invention. Magic and machines blended into one, and heavily controlled by the Consulate. The Inventor's Faire is in full swing, and every inventor has access to an unlimited amount of Aether-a magical energy they use for their inventions." She explained. "But the Consulate's authority is still offering a stranglehold, and a certain person has chosen this time to return home."<br><br>The scene shifted, to a rather lovely woman in what appeared to be a mix of leather armor and chainmail. The black and white image did nothing to do her justice, but as she walked forward, her hair lit itself on fire. Yes, she was a literal firehead. An army of fire creatures-elementals, likely-appeared behind her, as the flames traveled down her arms. "Chandra Nalaar. The Torch of Defiance. Has a problem with authority. I'm sure you'll get along fine." Anna said, looking straight at Jinx as she spoke. <br><br>"The Consulate is hiding something. Inventions that hardly break the rules are being confiscated. People are going missing. Including Chandra's father, Kiran. She's agreed to wait for backup instead of burning down the whole plane looking for him, which is where you four come in. You'll go to Kaladesh, meet her, find what the Consulate is hiding. Booker suspects they are hiding something to do with the TITAN Project. I agree with him." <br><br>"Of course..." The door behind them creaked open again. "I wouldn't force you to do anything. You can go back to what you were doing before. On the other hand, Kaladesh is an opportunity. Whatever motivates you, you can find it at the Inventor's Faire. Money, answers, weapons, destruction, you can find it all. Even if it's a dead end, trust me when I say Chandra is a woman we want on our side for this little campaign." Basically, she was offering a chance to back out, with the knowledge that no protagonist ever did. Muffet might, but that was why the money bit was thrown in-she knew how greedy the spider lady could be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jovialtraveler</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 00:35:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (https://www.gamewallpapers.com/img_script/mobile_dir2/img.php?src=wallpaper_fable_3_01_ipad.jpg&amp;height=755&amp;width=850&amp;crop-to-fit) </div> Harold listened to the whole spiel. Titan project? He didn’t like the sound of that one bit. Now, apparently, it turned out there were Will-users with the ability to open holes to new worlds, and.... whatever the hell was up with those spiders. “Right, well,” Harold lifted his bat, muttering “time to get a proper sword instead of this sorry-looking toy.” He put his other hand on his pistol, nodding. “I’m in.” He’d worry about the Titan Project’s power later; for now, he had a question, and everything about his poster was reminiscent of a hunting dog straining at leash, or a racehorse chomping at the bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 00:46:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/e4ae/th/pre/i/2016/022/0/9/muffet_by_lenecian9-d9ox1w9.png)</div><br>As the doors opened, the spiders scuttled to the floor and entered the room. The voice on the phone perked up, speaking merrily. <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Ah! These are the people we are looking for, then? I see, I see. Thank you for clarifying, dears."</em></span></span> She'd scuttle her way in, and exclaim as the woman introduced herself. <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Naturally, no point in using fake names from your homeland. Anyone with access to this world's internet knows both already. You are both main characters, you know!"</em></span></span> The spider tattered on congenially, quieting down to listen to Anna's pitch. Kaladesh, then? That might be a very interesting land to visit. Quite the Gathering of Magic, that place.<br><br>After hearing her story, the cellphone went silent for a moment. She wasn't about to act excited over such a small prospect, but it did warrant some personal interaction. The phone went silent a moment, before speaking. <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Hmm. Very well. Your little portals have certainly helped my business efforts, and this TITAN organization has been a bit of a pin in my side. I suppose I can <span class="bbc_u">forgive</span> you for trespassing into my domain. This time. And of course, I also believe I can aid your research on our mutual headache. You did mention one of my favorite things, after all. I will be along shortly."</em></span> </span>The Spider said sweetly.<br><br>Back in the alleyway, Muffet kept the phone to her ear and skipped towards the office building. This was promising to be a wonderfully lucrative engagement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metraxa</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 05:07:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://d1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net/invisibleinc_gamepedia/thumb/b/bf/Decker.png/200px-Decker.png?version=06f523ed5e6bb6ddd4fbf031591a6033)</div> "I like to be away from the booms when they happen, but I'm not opposed," Decker replied as he turned to glance at the punk girl as she arrived. he'd seen plenty of those types back home, delinquents who thought their attitude was a protest against the uncaring megacorps, or just a thin excuse for vandalism and destruction. He wasn't particularly impressed. <br><br>It was at that point he was spared at something happened. From what it had been the door changed to black and white, and as he caught sight of the sign a knowing smile came to Decker's face. Now this was his type of place to be. "Looks like we got the welcome mat put out for us," he remarked as he headed inside. <br><br>There it was like stepping into the past, a past that Decker had done quite a bit of research on. Not that he was entirely at ease just yet, but it helped. Coming to a stop inside, he kept his head down and his hands in his coat pockets as introductions began. So these were the two who had made those portals? It certainly explained a lot, but he kept himself from asking questions as they went on to explain that they had a job in mind to strike back at those responsible. <br><br>Another portal appeared, this one showing off some sort of old timey fair or something. He listened attentively as they went into descriptions, the 'Consulate' sounding awfully similar to the megacorps of his world. Well, if it was an investigation they needed to do, he was definitely suited for that sort of thing. "Well, I haven't dealt much with magic and that sort of thing before, but sneaking is an occupation I know a lot about," he confirmed. "You say it'll help stop these guys, I'll do what I can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 16:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/001/296/786/da4.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jinx grinned at the man wearing a hat once he replied, and looked at the other guy before realizing he seemed to ignored her.&nbsp; With squinting eyes and lips pushing to the left, she hummed and made a mental note.&nbsp; She had no clue there was a voice on the other side of the phone at the moment.&nbsp; Fortunately, her thoughts were not given the satisfaction of completing themselves before the door changed and she heard the loud burst of white noise.&nbsp; She read the sign before she stifled another mischievous snicker.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"They investigate privates..."</em> she stated, looking at the other two with amused eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She was distracted once more when the phone lowered to the floor, entered the room, and began to project a voice.&nbsp; An instant compulsion to go pick up the phone and start talking into it was fought back by the realization she should probably follow the other inside, but she also took note that two of three people ignored her greeting.&nbsp; Listening to the father and daughter, Jinx was slightly confused about the names.&nbsp; She was unsure whether or not to call the woman Elizabeth, Anna, or 'Liz, so she just defaulted to a name she thought of: Two-Name.&nbsp; Everything else in the first part of the briefing was a blur of conversation she scarcely paid attention to until Elizabeth mentioned a portal and the Titan Project.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jinx thought back to the brief time she was part of them, keenly enjoying the freedom to destroy various things on other worlds.&nbsp; That fun was ruined when they tried conscripting her into a military outlet and she refused, resulting in an immediate vacation behind bars.&nbsp; She lost count on the number of days she spent there until this group of people raided the place.&nbsp; At first, nobody recognized her until she refused to go through the portal until she got her weapons.&nbsp; Ever since, she's been here in New York as an alternative model and forbidden to see her weapons - until now.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"It was fun while it lasted!"</em> she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.&nbsp; <em>"Being with the TITAN Project, I mean.&nbsp; I got to blow up so many things~."</em>&nbsp; She put the briefcase down and opened it up to extract what appeared to be a rocket launcher with a jagged barrel in the shape of a shark's open mouth.&nbsp; <em>"With Fishbones!&nbsp; We blew up things this way!"</em>&nbsp; She swiveled to the left, hoisting the gun onto her shoulder. <em>"We blew things up that way!"</em>&nbsp; She swiveled to the right.&nbsp; <em>"And blew up people like you!"</em>&nbsp; She swiveled forward, still aiming the launcher and with a very excited expression.&nbsp; Then her eyes narrowed and the grin took a darker, more sinister turn. <em>"And I owe them for locking me up when I told them no.&nbsp; No means no. That's what the internet says."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes returned to focus on the briefing, not taking another second to linger on her outburst or care about the others reactions.&nbsp; It was her turn to ignore them!&nbsp; Kaladesh seemed similar to Piltover, so it wasn't anything particularly new to her. The literal firehead was a bit of a cutie, and Two-Name implied they'd get along great.&nbsp; That got her excited again, because people that like to burn things is just like people that like to blow things up.&nbsp; It was a perfect match.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I have a question!"</em> She raised her hand, slightly hopping in place.&nbsp; <em>"Does her carpet match the drapes? 'Cause that would be <strong>awesome</strong>! Oh, and I understand you Two-Name.&nbsp; We find the walking furnace, blow up the Consulate, and come back for smoothies.&nbsp; I <strong>really</strong> like smoothies... I wish we had those back in Zaun.&nbsp; <strong>And milkshakes</strong>!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jovialtraveler</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 01:22:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (https://www.gamewallpapers.com/img_script/mobile_dir2/img.php?src=wallpaper_fable_3_01_ipad.jpg&amp;height=755&amp;width=850&amp;crop-to-fit) </div> ”Could you please not wave a cannon around like that? You might set it off.” While Harold doubted he’d be much worse for ware, he was less confident about the others chances of surviving a point-blank cannon shot to the face. Harold holstered his own gun, to preemptively stop any complaints of him being hypocritical. ”Good god it’s like someone put a particularly bright hobbe inside a human body.” he muttered, then looked properly confused when Jinx expressed wanting a woman with a literal firecrotch. ”How would you even.... don’t answer that.” Harold shook his head, and couldn’t help but smile, hiding it behind a hand. Alright, he privately admitted, hobbes weren’t nearly that funny, even if he was fairly sure the blue-haired woman was entirely serious.<br><br>“I’m assuming we’ll get started as soon as whoever controls the spiders arrives?” He asks Anna, then glances at Booker. Hm. He was oddly reminded of a certain weaponsmaster by the name of Walter. Something about the surliness, the readiness. That was it, Harold realized. Booker was the only one in this room that stood like a soldier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 07:45:44</strong>
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				Booker instantly went on alert when Jinx casually dropped being a member of TITAN Project. "Is she-" "No." Anna said instantly. "They'd have never revealed secrets with someone they couldn't control. I have no intention of controlling you, though." She said to Jinx directly. "And I advise your companions to do the same. Any plan that does not have you blowing everything up as the distraction is doomed to failure." They understood each other, about as much as a man could understand a human-shaped explosion waiting to happen.<br><br>"I am unsure of Chandra's intimate areas. You will have to ask her yourself. I am sure she will be happy to tell you if she doesn't instantly incinerate you." Anna smirked. "And yes, Harold. You will find many blades on offer-the Inventor's Faire attracts every merchant, and blades do not often catch the eyes of the Consulate." <br><br>Then she moved her eyes to Decker. "It would take a master thief to avoid the eyes of the Consulate...though, a curious thing happens when worlds are crossed like this. You may find that your talents work on some of the constructs of Kaladesh. Something to keep in mind if the Gearhulks are bearing down. Or if a Thopter catches you. I'm sure you're familiar with patrolling drones in the skies above."<br><br>The slightest flash of blue could be seen around her head. "I see." She said to no one in particular. "Best move fast, Muffet. I am told that another one like us has escaped the TITAN Project and is currently loose in Kaladesh. Blonde, wearing a skintight blue suit, and carrying an energy pistol. Likely to complicate matters and put the Consolute on edge...but any advantage we can grasp is worth a little trouble." <br><br>With all of that, another portal opened. It looked like it went into an old, boarded up, disused tavern. An out of the way spot where no one would see their entrance. They made a motley crew...but perhaps the blend was just enough to see it through to the end. "Chandra will be somewhere, having a little celebration. Not sure where. Follow the smell of smoke, I suppose."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 19:13:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/saS8c4H.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samus Aran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere in Kaladesh<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any and all<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Escaping<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zero Suit<br><strong>Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong>&nbsp; https://youtu.be/VDi8kBmESxs (https://youtu.be/VDi8kBmESxs)<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Samus didn't remember much of what had happened when she was captured by TITAN, it was all a blur to her when it happened.&nbsp; Outnumbered and outgunned, she was defeated and taken elsewhere for reasons unknown as of yet.&nbsp; She assumed it was for experimentation due to her unique abilities and equipment she had as she awoke in a cell with only her Zero Suit and nothing else.&nbsp; She bided her time until she saw the best moment to escape.&nbsp; She did the typical feigned illness by laying on the floor unresponsive and when the guard came in she took the opportunity to strike and escape.&nbsp; She acquired her emergency pistol/grapple beam-whip and her boots, but could not find anything else that was part of her arsenal or Power Suit.&nbsp; Not having the time to explore or look in this foreign environment and the alarms being sounded, she bolted to get outside of the complex and made her way to find somewhere to go, anywhere that was safe...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metraxa</strong> on <strong>07-09-2018, 16:35:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://d1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net/invisibleinc_gamepedia/thumb/b/bf/Decker.png/200px-Decker.png?version=06f523ed5e6bb6ddd4fbf031591a6033)</div> Glancing over at Jinx as Anna mentioned making sure she had something to blow up, Decker found himself becoming less impressed than he had been already. She had better be a hell of a fighter, otherwise she was probably more scatterbrained than anybody at Invisible, maybe even Sharp.<br><br>He was more pleased to hear that some of these constructs their enemy would be using were just as susceptible to his gear as humans were. maybe not the Neural Disruptor, but at the very least the cloaking rig. "I'll keep that in mind," he assured Anna with a slight nod. He might not have his hand cannon on him, but he would make do anyways. Following on the heels of that was the reveal that there was another individual in Kaladesh who would be an ally to their cause. Useful, if they could find her. <br><br>It was at that point that a new portal opened, revealing a tavern on the other side. It looked disused, so it was probably the best sort of entrance they were going to get. "Sounds good," he agreed. Glancing around at the others, he moved through the portal to scout out the other side and then get this job underway. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 18:15:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/saS8c4H.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samus Aran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere in Kaladesh<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any and all<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Escaping<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zero Suit<br><strong>Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong>&nbsp; https://youtu.be/VDi8kBmESxs (https://youtu.be/VDi8kBmESxs)<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>The Bounty Hunter continued to stay out of site, and away from notice of others.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned her surroundings carefully as she kept moving.&nbsp; <br><br>Her first thoughts were to find anything to make her blend into the world here and that required finding different clothes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 19:14:44</strong>
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				Stepping through was easy enough, even felt rather natural. Most had difficulty going between alternate realities on their own world, struggling to create a memory of that reality where none existed, but completely different worlds were alien enough that the mind accepted how different it was and didn't try to place itself in that world's history. <br><br>Through the portal, they emerged in a disused tavern. (http://www.derelictlondon.com/uploads/5/6/0/3/5603187/queens-arms-sth-norwood-23_2_orig.jpg) Clearly crumbling from years of neglect, the door was broken, and needed a good forceful kick to open. The windows were boarded up. Once the door was kicked open, the group emerged into a ghost district. It looked like it had once been a neighborhood of some kind, perhaps the poor section of town, and perhaps the Consulate's authority had forced out anyone here before the Inventor's Faire...they didn't know if it was yearly, or less frequent then that, but the city had certainly made preparations...<br><br>However, there were signs of life. The sound of boots on the ground, at least. And they were coming closer. They didn't seem like they had been disturbed by the door breaking, there were no shouts of 'what was that' or 'over here!'. They sounded like they were around the corner, giving the four heroes (and their as of now unseen ally) a chance to prepare an ambush...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jovialtraveler</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 23:37:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (https://www.gamewallpapers.com/img_script/mobile_dir2/img.php?src=wallpaper_fable_3_01_ipad.jpg&amp;height=755&amp;width=850&amp;crop-to-fit) </div> Harold heard the boots, and glanced towards the sound. &nbsp;“get inside a building. We wait,” He then turned to Jinx “you can get the first hit, if that makes you feel any better. But for now-“ addressing all those nearby once more, “we wait until just after they pass us. So pick a building to hide in, wait for the signal...” Harold sighed, and glanced to Jinx, ”which is probably going to be Jinx blowing up half the alley. Otherwise, I’ll whistle.” and with that, he stepped back into the the tavern and drew his pistol, crouching beneath a broken window frame.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 23:52:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/saS8c4H.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samus Aran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere in Kaladesh<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any and all<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting the team, and assessing threats<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zero Suit<br><strong>Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong>&nbsp; https://youtu.be/VDi8kBmESxs (https://youtu.be/VDi8kBmESxs)<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Having wandered into an abandoned part of a city she was in.&nbsp; Judging by the looks of the place, she could definitely tell she wasn't anywhere near a place familiar to her.&nbsp; Having assumed she was in another dimension altogether when she escaped, she kept close to the alley walls while moving slowly and cautiously.&nbsp; Her eyes peeled and senses heightened from the adrenaline pumping in her blood vessels she heard the footsteps of people, possibly a patrol.&nbsp; So she kept low and found a spot to hide while waiting to see who was coming by and assessing the threat of how many people were approaching.<br><br>Having her gun at her hand she waited patiently for what was to come.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metraxa</strong> on <strong>13-09-2018, 03:25:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://d1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net/invisibleinc_gamepedia/thumb/b/bf/Decker.png/200px-Decker.png?version=06f523ed5e6bb6ddd4fbf031591a6033)</div> The bar that they arrived in was a far cry from dilapidated, though that really just worked out for Decker. It meant that he didn't have to worry about people wanting to sell him drinks, or drunks, or anything else that might prove annoying or dangerous to his sobriety. He had a mission to focus on after all.<br><br>Letting Harold knock the door open, they emerged to find themselves in what was effectively a ghost town. It was weird, especially when compared to glimmering megacities that he knew back home. Looking around, it didn't take long for the sound of someone approaching to make themselves known, though it didn't seem like they were a guard. Perhaps it was one of those&nbsp; Or maybe it was a bum taking advantage of the empty housing for a free night out of the cold.<br><br>Given their lack of information, he found himself tipping his hat with a frown as Harold laid out the immediately violent plan. He wasn't afraid of violence, but Central was always telling him to look for better options. The cleanup bill from dropping bodies was a hassle. And even if he didn't have to hold to that here, he wanted to keep the principle alive. <br><br>"Or maybe we should see who it is before we decide to go making a scene and potentially getting innocent civilians killed," he offered. "I'd prefer to avoid the local cops being all over us within a minute of showing up if I can help it." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jovialtraveler</strong> on <strong>13-09-2018, 03:58:07</strong>
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				Harold looked up, and nodded slowly. “Yes. Or that. Perhaps we just hide, then.” A wary glance towards Jinx. “And avoid trouble as best we can.” He looked a bit embarrassed he hadn’t thought of that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 21:11:21</strong>
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				Trouble, it seemed, would find them. As the group scrambled to find hiding places, six men appeared from around the corner. Five appeared to be regular humans, carrying swords and shields, while the one who led them looked very different indeed. (https://dfep0xlbws1ys.cloudfront.net/thumbsd5/b8/d5b83c9eab8cdb657ffd9af60253fe3e.jpg?response-cache-control=max-age=2628000) The mask and luxurious robes were different from the helmets and armor of the soldiers, while the black smoke and visible swirls of blue energy beneath his...or its clothing was another dead giveaway. <br><br>The leader's eyes took in the street. It seemed like he noticed every detail...before his eyes finally settled on Samus's hiding place. He took a few steps towards where she was hidden, and didn't seem inclined to stop. If ambushing was going to happen, now was a time to do it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: War of Infinite Worlds: New York Headquarters (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-10-2018, 07:47:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/saS8c4H.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samus Aran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere in Kaladesh<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any and all<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting the team, and assessing threats<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zero Suit<br><strong>Warning:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong>&nbsp; https://youtu.be/VDi8kBmESxs (https://youtu.be/VDi8kBmESxs)<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><hr><br>Samus stayed in her hiding spot as she tried to catch a glimpse of the six soldiers who were patrolling this abandoned part of the town.&nbsp; She gritted her teeth while she hoped they would just pass by in order to avoid further commotions and most importantly, attracting more trouble.&nbsp; She noticed the one who was assumed to be the leader, scanning the area, looking for anything that seemed off or amiss.&nbsp; Her heart began to beat faster as the tension of being found grew more and more possible.&nbsp; The leader's footsteps grow louder the closer he got to where she was hiding.&nbsp; The Hunter gripped her gun and knew that her discovery was imminent, and instead of being caught hiding, she took the fight to the leader.&nbsp; With an ignite of her boots, Samus bursts forth with a high flying leap where she fired a few stun bolts at the leader.&nbsp; Regardless of whether they did anything to him or it, she made a diving kick towards his head...
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