We Are All Volunteers: A Military-Themed Multi-Fandom Crossover RP

"Hmmm...
Well... let me introduce myself.

Call me Yuri, Right Hand of the Professor, who's the Leader of Academia of the Fusion Dimension, and home to the strongest duelists of them all, unfortunately.
...
Many try to copy Academia but all are but mere inferior imitations of it.

And the pirate and hacker, what be your names be?"
Malastiki
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"What did I say about the penises?" she asked, eyebrow quirked. "Who's acting like sooooooooo strong and tough now, eh? Either way, I'm Captain Malastiki. Smuggler and pirate."
 
With barely any shock over being approached by a ghost, the shopkeep simply took the gold coins offered, went to the back of the store, and then returned. He gave Chara a block of hard, uncooked noodles, curled open itself and wrapped in plastic.

He spoke a few lines of Cantonese and pidgin English mixed together, to which Krupinski turned in her seat and addressed Chara.

"He said he can provide hot water, a bowl, and utensils for just a single coin more, if you want."

@Blackout
"My thanks," the ghost replied as they peeled back the plastic, "but that will be unnecessary".

They took a bite out of the uncooked noodles, chewing and swallowing.

"I find that they are better dry."

She took a long swill from her Coke, and hiccuped. ""Genocide-like acts"," she hissed, "Those little... sons of... rrrrGH!"
Chara hummed in assent as they floated over, still eating their block of noodles.

"The most despicable are those who condemn such actions, while standing aside. Those who have the power to do something. Yet hold themselves back. When things have reached that point... All the talk in the world will not stop the events in motion."

They brought out a hand, a bright red glow igniting within themselves as a small, pulsing heart-shape separated from their chest, hovering in their palm.

"A genocidal murderer... will not be stop unless forced. You must take away their petty little game. And teach them the meaning of consequences."

They closed their fist before opening it again, the light gone.


"Aaand..." she continued. ""Your worlds can't be all doom and misery 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Maybe you could share what your hobbies are? Anything you like to do for fun?
As for me, pretty girls and alcohol are two of my greatest pleasures in life. Give me a lifetime supply of both, and I don't need anything else to die happy."
"I suppose I do enjoy knitting."

They stretched the fabric of the sweater still poking out from beneath the short-sleeved uniform.

"I made this, and one for Mom, and one for... Dad... and..."

Chara trailed off as their voice broke, standing absolutely still for a split-second before continuing on as if nothing had happened.

"I also watched human entertainment, particularly animated shows, when I was still alive, though we only had a very motley collection of episodes from across multiple seasons in the Underground."

The ghost's expression brightened slightly, a bit of excitement leaking into their eyes.

"It would be interesting to see if I cannot find the complete runs of those shows here."
 
-[Then I doubt its effectiveness on a Northstar-class Titan, Patricia.]- Interjected Dezzie suddenly. -[Titans are designed to be utilized in close support with their pilots. Weapons or armor that could interfere with this primary design would be detrimental to an auto-titans function.]-

"There are non - explosive brisance induction methods, lumped together under NERA. They're not as effective, but they're safer for close operation."
 
Malastiki
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"What did I say about the penises?" she asked, eyebrow quirked. "Who's acting like sooooooooo strong and tough now, eh? Either way, I'm Captain Malastiki. Smuggler and pirate."

@MasterSigs
@HadesHerald

"A pirate really? " AcidBath snorted " and I thought what he said was dumb." Pointing at Yuri "what the hell do a pirate and a fucking duelist know about fucking war." Acid shook his head in derision. "And what about you bright and silent." He asked turning to Noise " what do you do?"
 
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"a pirate really? " AcidBath snorted " and I thought what he said was dumb" pointing at Yuri "what the hell do a pirate and a fucking duelist know about fucking war." Acid shook his head in derision "and what about you bright and silent" He asked turning to Noise " what do you do?"
Malastiki
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"I could say the same for you. What does an unwashed, naked madman know of war?" Malastiki said mildly. "Tell me, oh scholar of Jeremite powders and the bottom of a wine-glass, tell me your understanding of war. Enlighten me."
 
"I could say the same for you. What does an unwashed, naked madman know of war?" Malastiki said mildly. "Tell me, oh scholar of Jeremite powders and the bottom of a wine-glass, tell me your understanding of war. Enlighten me."

"That's a legitimate question, one I will happily answer." Acid smiled before continuing. " I fought and was even a major goddamn part of the Golden Morning." He finished as if that explained everything.
 
"That's a legitimate question, one I will happily answer." Acid smiled before continuing. " I fought and was even a major goddamn part of the Golden Morning." He finished as if that explained everything.
Malastiki
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"That tells me jack and shit, my naked friend. For all I know, the Golden Morning could be a particularly vicious backalley spat between two Gazers." Malastiki straightened herself.
 
Malastiki
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"That tells me jack and shit, my naked friend. For all I know, the Golden Morning could be a particularly vicious backalley spat between two Gazers." Malastiki straightened herself.

Acidbath lost his grin at that and seemed to become almost. . . contemplative for a moment before responding. "The Golden Morning was a multi-dimensional war against what can only be described as a godlike entity, the death toll was in the tens of billions, and the worst part about it." He paused after that and released a small laugh before continuing. "The fucking genocidal shithead god that did it, pretended to be a fucking hero for decades, so when he finally decided that we where boring him he went around and undid all of the "good" he had done."

By now Acidbath's grin had returned and he was chuckling every now and then as he continued. "He killed the parents of 430,000 children, creating the exact number of orphans he had saved, he started rings of fire and trapped people in them ,to make up for those he saved from burning buildings, and then when that got boring. he completely obliterated an entire continent. " Acidbath leaned forward and snapped his finger for effect. "In an instant." then Acid leaned back in his seat and pointed to small insignia on the side of his bag, a golden circle with a smaller golden dot inside it. "That right there shows I actually fought against him ,two on one, me and Kaze held him off while the injured where being evacuated to a different area, and that, is why I understand the meaning of war." Then he seemed to think about something for a second before asking. "The fucks a Gazer?"
 
Acidbath lost his grin at that and seemed to become almost. . . contemplative for a moment before responding. "The Golden Morning was a multi-dimensional war against what can only be described as a godlike entity, the death toll was in the tens of billions, and the worst part about it." He paused after that and released a small laugh before continuing. "The fucking genocidal shithead god that did it, pretended to be a fucking hero for decades, so when he finally decided that we where boring him he went around and undid all of the "good" he had done."

By now Acidbath's grin had returned and he was chuckling every now and then as he continued. "He killed the parents of 430,000 children, creating the exact number of orphans he had saved, he started rings of fire and trapped people in them ,to make up for those he saved from burning buildings, and then when that got boring. he completely obliterated an entire continent. " Acidbath leaned forward and snapped his finger for effect. "In an instant." then Acid leaned back in his seat and pointed to small insignia on the side of his bag, a golden circle with a smaller golden dot inside it. "That right there shows I actually fought against him ,two on one, me and Kaze held him off while the injured where being evacuated to a different area, and that, is why I understand the meaning of war." Then he seemed to think about something for a second before asking. "The fucks a Gazer?"
Malastiki
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Malastiki's eyebrow raised. "What drugs are you on? They sound fantastic. Come back down to reality, then we can compare penises." She slouched back down, turning to look at the scenery. "Gazers are you know, drug addicts. Not as hard as some of the harsher Jeremite powders, but still hard enough fuck with the brain."
 
Malastiki
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Malastiki's eyebrow raised. "What drugs are you on? They sound fantastic. Come back down to reality, then we can compare penises." She slouched back down, turning to look at the scenery. "Gazers are you know, drug addicts. Not as hard as some of the harsher Jeremite powders, but still hard enough fuck with the brain."

Acidbath chuckled at that "I wish it was just a bad fucking trip but, its the truth. In fact take a gander at this." Acid pointed to a scar on his lower torso that looked like a perfect semicircle of scar tissue then he turned around and showed a matching one on the other side before continuing. "Bastard managed to catch me with a shot before I could move out of the way completely, it was a good thing I had hit up Galavante before hand and had him give me pretty powerful regen power so I could survive it."
 
Acidbath chuckled at that "I wish it was just a bad fucking trip but, its the truth. In fact take a gander at this." Acid pointed to a scar on his lower torso that looked like a perfect semicircle of scar tissue then he turned around and showed a matching one on the other side before continuing. "Bastard managed to catch me with a shot before I could move out of the way completely, it was a good thing I had hit up Galavante before hand and had him give me pretty powerful regen power so I could survive it."
Malastiki
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"So?" She was unimpressed. "That looks you had a bad run in with a bondsmagi. Reality's quite nice at this time of the year, you know."
 
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By then, 362's food had arrived. She looked at the unfamiliar drink with a small amount of suspicion. She grabbed the glass, sniffed it, and then took an experimental sip.

Her eyes widened, and her mouth became a truly massive smile, as she then took a more bold swig from the glass, the sugary goodness working its magic on her.

"Aye? Well, as to the hearing, I can try to do something about that. It won't be what a priestess of Kontifrio could do, but I should be able to fix some of the damage, if you'll be letting me. And I'd be pleased to hear you play. Be trusting me, it can't be worse than Brandark's singing!" Bahzell chuckled at the last bit, and offered Rachel his hand.

362 stared at the hand for a moment, then she realized that she was a bit too drunk to care all that much.

"Heh. Oh, what the hell," she said, and grabbed the adult's hand.

(Would Bahzell be able to detect 362's injuries?)

Dezzie leaned (Or as close to a lean as the drone could manage) Over 362's shoulder, peering at her meal.

"Is it good?" She asked, legitimately curious.

Synn couldn't help but roll her eyes at the rather foolish attempt by the girl at being seductive. She was clearly an amateur at it... or acting on what one may call 'anime logic'. If her goal was to get anyone genuinely interested in her, she was only succeeding at giving people a good reason to dislike her. She decided not to poke the poor pantsless person ; she was doing a smashing job of humiliating herself without her input.

Instead, she focused on Dezzie. "Peering over the shoulders of organics is usually considered rude in most cultures." she said, amused. "I suggest sitting at her side or in front of her."

"But I can't sit-" the Drone pointed out, "-I don't have legs!"

362 gestured vaguely at the space besides her, hiccuping slightly.

"Just hover over here!" she proclaimed, sounding more than a bit... drunk. At some point, the sugary, sweet drink she'd ordered had been drained by half, and it was now starting to have an effect on her. "It'ss good! 'specially this," she added, raising the glass of drink.

Chara hummed in assent as they floated over, still eating their block of noodles.

"The most despicable are those who condemn such actions, while standing aside. Those who have the power to do something. Yet hold themselves back. When things have reached that point... All the talk in the world will not stop the events in motion."

They brought out a hand, a bright red glow igniting within themselves as a small, pulsing heart-shape separated from their chest, hovering in their palm.

"A genocidal murderer... will not be stop unless forced. You must take away their petty little game. And teach them the meaning of consequences."

They closed their fist before opening it again, the light gone.

"And NOTHING's a better teacher than a big KNIFE THROUGH THEIR SPINE!" 362 declared, slamming a fist on the counter, "Like jussst... SNICKT!" She made a stabbing motion at thin air. "YOU, DEAR SIR, ARE DEAD! TEE-HEE!"

She drained the glass, slammed it down on the counter and whooped.

"I can get DRUNK and it's LEGAL! WHOOO!"
 
By then, 362's food had arrived. She looked at the unfamiliar drink with a small amount of suspicion. She grabbed the glass, sniffed it, and then took an experimental sip.

Her eyes widened, and her mouth became a truly massive smile, as she then took a more bold swig from the glass, the sugary goodness working its magic on her.


362 stared at the hand for a moment, then she realized that she was a bit too drunk to care all that much.


362 gestured vaguely at the space besides her, hiccuping slightly.

"Just hover over here!" she proclaimed, sounding more than a bit... drunk. At some point, the sugary, sweet drink she'd ordered had been drained by half, and it was now starting to have an effect on her. "It'ss good! 'specially this," she added, raising the glass of drink.


"And NOTHING's a better teacher than a big KNIFE THROUGH THEIR SPINE!" 362 declared, slamming a fist on the counter, "Like jussst... SNICKT!" She made a stabbing motion at thin air. "YOU, DEAR SIR, ARE DEAD! TEE-HEE!"

She drained the glass, slammed it down on the counter and whooped.

"I can get DRUNK and it's LEGAL! WHOOO!"
Tukson looked over at the young operative. She couldn't be more than twelve years old, yet here she was, roaring drunk. He looked over at the COs. "You're seeing this too, right? Just what did that shopkeep give her?"
@Inter-VersaLoli
 
Acidbath lost his grin at that and seemed to become almost. . . contemplative for a moment before responding. "The Golden Morning was a multi-dimensional war against what can only be described as a godlike entity, the death toll was in the tens of billions, and the worst part about it." He paused after that and released a small laugh before continuing. "The fucking genocidal shithead god that did it, pretended to be a fucking hero for decades, so when he finally decided that we where boring him he went around and undid all of the "good" he had done."

By now Acidbath's grin had returned and he was chuckling every now and then as he continued. "He killed the parents of 430,000 children, creating the exact number of orphans he had saved, he started rings of fire and trapped people in them ,to make up for those he saved from burning buildings, and then when that got boring. he completely obliterated an entire continent. " Acidbath leaned forward and snapped his finger for effect. "In an instant." then Acid leaned back in his seat and pointed to small insignia on the side of his bag, a golden circle with a smaller golden dot inside it. "That right there shows I actually fought against him ,two on one, me and Kaze held him off while the injured where being evacuated to a different area, and that, is why I understand the meaning of war." Then he seemed to think about something for a second before asking. "The fucks a Gazer?"

"So... you consider a asshat going around genociding a world a war?

Well.. you see ... and asshat with enough time and a sufficient amount of power can genocide a populace."

Yuri shows from his Duel Disk carefully selected footage to Acid of the XYZ invasion where it shows Academia forces along with Yuri destroying the XYZ army. The war crimes done in the invasion were carefully omitted.

"You say you understand war... yet you never truly face real opposition and thus only well I can say are full of shit."

Acidbath chuckled at that "I wish it was just a bad fucking trip but, its the truth. In fact take a gander at this." Acid pointed to a scar on his lower torso that looked like a perfect semicircle of scar tissue then he turned around and showed a matching one on the other side before continuing. "Bastard managed to catch me with a shot before I could move out of the way completely, it was a good thing I had hit up Galavante before hand and had him give me pretty powerful regen power so I could survive it."

"Well I would say that proves my point.

Losers don't win."
 
"The fucks a bondsmagi." Acidbath asked.
"So... you consider a asshat going around genociding a world a war?

Well.. you see ... and asshat with enough time and a sufficient amount of power can genocide a populace."
Yuri shows from his Duel Disk carefully selected footage to Acid of the XYZ invasion where it shows Academia forces along with Yuri destroying the XYZ army. The war crimes done in the invasion were carefully omitted.
"You say you understand war... yet you never truly face real opposition and thus only well I can say are full of shit.
"Well I would say that proves my point.
Losers don't win."
Malastiki
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"You know. Creepy men? Strange powers? That kind of stuff?" she asked, waving her fingers. She groaned when the brat started speaking again. "He's alive, isn't he? That's winning, by any count. Again, I ask of you to stop masturbating in a public venue. It's quite obscene."
 
By then, 362's food had arrived. She looked at the unfamiliar drink with a small amount of suspicion. She grabbed the glass, sniffed it, and then took an experimental sip.

Her eyes widened, and her mouth became a truly massive smile, as she then took a more bold swig from the glass, the sugary goodness working its magic on her.



362 stared at the hand for a moment, then she realized that she was a bit too drunk to care all that much.

"Heh. Oh, what the hell," she said, and grabbed the adult's hand.

(Would Bahzell be able to detect 362's injuries?)







362 gestured vaguely at the space besides her, hiccuping slightly.

"Just hover over here!" she proclaimed, sounding more than a bit... drunk. At some point, the sugary, sweet drink she'd ordered had been drained by half, and it was now starting to have an effect on her. "It'ss good! 'specially this," she added, raising the glass of drink.



"And NOTHING's a better teacher than a big KNIFE THROUGH THEIR SPINE!" 362 declared, slamming a fist on the counter, "Like jussst... SNICKT!" She made a stabbing motion at thin air. "YOU, DEAR SIR, ARE DEAD! TEE-HEE!"

She drained the glass, slammed it down on the counter and whooped.

"I can get DRUNK and it's LEGAL! WHOOO!"

Tukson looked over at the young operative. She couldn't be more than twelve years old, yet here she was, roaring drunk. He looked over at the COs. "You're seeing this too, right? Just what did that shopkeep give her?"
@Inter-VersaLoli
Dezzie looked at the girl.

Then at the drink.

Then at the girl.

Then at the drink.

Then at Tukson.

Then at the drink.

Then at the girl.

After carefully hovering over to the place indicated by 362, she did her best to examine the drink, and was baffled.

"Tukson this...this drink contains no alchohol." She said, confused. "Or depressants of any kind in fact. Just...just sugar."

She looked at the former bookkeeper.

"Is...this normal?"
 
"And NOTHING's a better teacher than a big KNIFE THROUGH THEIR SPINE!" 362 declared, slamming a fist on the counter, "Like jussst... SNICKT!" She made a stabbing motion at thin air. "YOU, DEAR SIR, ARE DEAD! TEE-HEE!"

She drained the glass, slammed it down on the counter and whooped.

"I can get DRUNK and it's LEGAL! WHOOO!"
Ralph cocks his head to the side.

"I posit that a knife to the spine is a very poor teacher, as it is hard to teach lessons to the dead. Unless, I suppose, you can talk with ghosts or practice other necromancy, but if there would be any place to use such, it would be Rwanda during that time."

He slurps down his noodles with meat and veg in an efficient and quick manner that errs on the side of rudeness, but soon leaves his hands free and a small meal in his belly.

"I am curious, though. If you can get drunk on that, will you have a hangover tomorrow if you drink to excess?"
 
Malastiki
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"You know. Creepy men? Strange powers? That kind of stuff?" she asked, waving her fingers. She groaned when the brat started speaking again.

"Never met or even heard of them sounds a lot like Teacher though, Creepy fuck that he was."

"Well I would say that proves my point.

Losers don't win."

"but that's the thing we did win, well I mean I say we won but, it was mostly because of Kehpri." At that Acidbath got very solemn and leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
 
Dezzie looked at the girl.

After carefully hovering over to the place indicated by 362, she did her best to examine the drink, and was baffled.

"Tukson this...this drink contains no alchohol." She said, confused. "Or depressants of any kind in fact. Just...just sugar."

She looked at the former bookkeeper.

"Is...this normal?"
Tukson simply slammed his head down on the table, making it rattle slightly. "No, it is not normal." He said as he pulled his head back up.
 
Tukson looked over at the young operative. She couldn't be more than twelve years old, yet here she was, roaring drunk. He looked over at the COs. "You're seeing this too, right? Just what did that shopkeep give her?"
@Inter-VersaLoli

Takumi raised an eyebrow at the sight, "if anything they gave her Sake, if the higher ups allow children to fight I wouldn't be surprised that they also allow them to drink themselves silly off duty." As the scene went on he spoke once more, "uh, perhaps we should intervene? Before she hurts or makes an absolute fool of herself?

Dezzie looked at the girl.

Then at the drink.

Then at the girl.

Then at the drink.

Then at Tukson.

Then at the drink.

Then at the girl.

After carefully hovering over to the place indicated by 362, she did her best to examine the drink, and was baffled.

"Tukson this...this drink contains no alchohol." She said, confused. "Or depressants of any kind in fact. Just...just sugar."

She looked at the former bookkeeper.

"Is...this normal?"

Takumi blinked at that, "no. That definitely isn't, trust me I've seen sugar rushes and they are nowhere near as bad as this." Rubbing his chin, he continued, "how are you able to tell that the drink contains no alcohol?"
 
Takumi raised an eyebrow at the sight, "if anything they gave her Sake, if the higher ups allow children to fight I wouldn't be surprised that they also allow them to drink themselves silly off duty." As the scene went on he spoke once more, "uh, perhaps we should intervene? Before she hurts or makes an absolute fool of herself?
"Yeah. We should probably try. That said, I'll let you try first. I'm useless at hand to hand." Tukson replied
 
Takumi raised an eyebrow at the sight, "if anything they gave her Sake, if the higher ups allow children to fight I wouldn't be surprised that they also allow them to drink themselves silly off duty." As the scene went on he spoke once more, "uh, perhaps we should intervene? Before she hurts or makes an absolute fool of herself?



Takumi blinked at that, "no. That definitely isn't, trust me I've seen sugar rushes and they are nowhere near as bad as this." Rubbing his chin, he continued, "how are you able to tell that the drink contains no alcohol?"
"In built sensor suite." The drone replied. "This new body has all sorts of fancy toys!"
Tukson simply slammed his head down on the table, making it rattle slightly. "No, it is not normal." He said as he pulled his head back up.
Dezzie watched, surprised, as the man slammed his head into table.
"Um...was that normal?"

"(are you ok?)"
 
Dezzie watched, surprised, as the man slammed his head into table.
"Um...was that normal?"

"(are you ok?)"
"Well, it's not normal, but not irregular. It's one of my go to reactions when someone does something incredibly stupid, like she's doing right now." Tukson said, gesturing towards the drunk, extremely happy, Rachel. "And yes, I'm fine."
 
Ralph cocks his head to the side.

"I posit that a knife to the spine is a very poor teacher, as it is hard to teach lessons to the dead. Unless, I suppose, you can talk with ghosts or practice other necromancy, but if there would be any place to use such, it would be Rwanda during that time."

"Ehehe... It doesn't teach them anything, but it sssure does teach EVERYONE ELSE, HAHA!"

"I am curious, though. If you can get drunk on that, will you have a hangover tomorrow if you drink to excess?"

"Oh, totally!" 362 said cheerfully, "But that's future me's problem~!"

After carefully hovering over to the place indicated by 362, she did her best to examine the drink, and was baffled.

"Tukson this...this drink contains no alchohol." She said, confused. "Or depressants of any kind in fact. Just...just sugar."

She looked at the former bookkeeper.

"Is...this normal?"

Tukson simply slammed his head down on the table, making it rattle slightly. "No, it is not normal." He said as he pulled his head back up.

"HhhhhHOLD ON a second!" Rachel said holding her hands up to quiet everything around her, "You're tellin' me... that kids can't get drunk on sssoda or sugar where you guyz come from?"

She looked at Tukson's face for a moment, and then whistled.

"That's actually pretty sad," she said, sounding genuinely sorry. Then she giggled, and the happy drunk was back.

"That' meanss I have ta drink EVEN MORE! Gimmie another!"
 
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