Murder Ultimate: +New

"Hey, I need some help with this stuff! I can make a fair mobile communication unit with it."

Nick heard a call and since his mom beat into his head how to be a gentlemen, he got up and walked towards the sound of help.

"Someone need help?" Nick called out.

The Distraction wrote:@Scorpion01
@DapperDogman

Tristana simply nodded at his firm answer, "I'll be holdin' you to that Snake." she responded, her eyes bolting towards D-Dog as a balloon popped out of his vest, and carried him off into the sky. Tristana quickly pointed to him with a surprised sound, but froze once she saw D-Walker. Her ears flopped against her head as it stood above her, and all she could manage to say was "Whoa." , smiling, and eventually chuckling.

She nodded again, and gave him a quick salute. "Gotcha! I'll go meet up with the others. Seeya when we get to Charming!" Tristana beamed, and bounded off towards the buses, and finding Jacket again along the way. The yordle waved, and motioned for him to follow. "Oh hey, it's you again. We're about to head off, I'd suggest following along."

The male nodded slowly and gave a thumbs up, before following them, glancing to Boss for a second, and then D-Walker, and then back at the path to the buses, not much really shocked him these days, he'd seen some pretty crazy stuff in his days, between the drugs and various unholy happenings with the Payday crew, Jacket had become all but unreactive to new things. Guns were a different story though, a cool new gun always got his engine running

"Supplies" he points to the sky "Where should I deliver them?"

@The Distraction
@Scorpion01

NeverEndingFlip wrote:"Hey, I need some help with this stuff! I can make a fair mobile communication unit with it."

Nick heard a call and since his mom beat into his head how to be a gentlemen, he got up and walked towards the sound of help.

"Someone need help?" Nick called out.

"Nevermind, there isn't the stuff I needed." I said, checking over again.

"Nevermind, there isn't the stuff I needed."

"Alright then," Nick replied and hopped back on the bus.

(( ONE HOUR UNTIL THE BIG FIGHT. ))

"Leon, where's Jack?" I wanted to talk to him before heading West. I had a bad feeling about it, about the Son's of Anarchy.

Kyoko took it upon herself to make her way to the buses outside that everyone was using for the upcoming trip. Once she made her way to the parking lot, it wasn't hard to find which buses were operational, as they looked considerably better than the other ones there. Though, what was more interesting to look at was the robot being piloted by some guy wearing an eyepatch, and the other guy wearing a rubber rooster head along with some college looking sweater. She considered the scene for a moment, before giving up on trying to make any sense of it. "Can't say I haven't seen stranger.. doesn't make more sense because of that though..." she thought, heading onto the nearest bus that was in use.

Kyoko sought out the nearest window seat available as she set foot on the bus, and thought it didn't provide much of a view now, she'd at least have something to look at before it was the faces of pissed off survivors. Hopefully her newly made friend would end up on the same bus, or maybe even that quiet, mage looking girl, who seemed like she could make for some nice company. It wouldn't be the first time she rode on a bus with a quiet, purple favoring companion.

Griffin had had followed the others on the bus and when she found a seat put on the armor and clothes over her bodysuit. She did not put on the shoes or hat that she had found. The hat would be too clunky and Griffin do not want to leave the shoes she had made for stealth. Once she got the clothes on Griffin looked around at the people that were on the bus.

Jack was on the bus....he had been asleep for the while. There were more people on the bus now....even a weird robot. He saw the doctor by the wheel. "Whats going on now? And did we get the bus moveing?" He had soo many questions since his blackout. He looked at the robot that was near him. "Who are you robot?"

The doctor looked at Jack. "i'm figuring out how to start it. It's a bit different that what I'm used to" he said. He tried to get it to start by pushing the ignition. It makes a sound and it didn't want to start. The doctor muttered something in another language and kept trying and he gets it to start.

Bloody tentacles...
hard and sharp as steel, pierced his spine and lifted him in the air... and then he... died?

Charles opened his eyes and saw the light. He reached towards it.
His eyes focused on the scene.

"...What the? Light? Air? I am Alive?" He whispered.

"WAKE UP!" His pet rock boomed.

It was merely a dream. Just another lovely nightmare courtesy of his unconscious mind.

"You've missed too much come on and get up."
The rock droned on.

"Thanks for that. It was wonderful to get eaten by a fleshy monster" He replied.

"I AM SORRY... CHARLES. DID YOU HAVE ANOTHER NIGHTMARE?" The inquired from his pocket.

"Yes, mother." He grumbled, scratching his chest, still afraid that tentacles will explode out of it.

"I'M AFRAID THERE WILL BE NO REFUND.
DID YOU FORGET TO THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS BEFORE YOU WENT TO SLEEP?"

"...Possibly." Charles grumbled, readying himself for a headache, "Arghhh," He grinded his teeth. His head felt like it was about to crack open.

Everyday he had to take a train to work,
which was crammed to the brim with people like a can of sardines.

He’s served as an office clerk for The GOOD Directorate Corporation for many years.

The Directorate had been collecting patents and copyrighting everything from programs and inventions to drugs, everything they could get their dirty lawyers' hands on, including even basic human needs and concepts. The copyright laws were extended first by twenty years, then a hundred and then to infinite perpetuity. Once the Directorate copyrighted sleep, there was no stopping them.

Of course this was now. No copyright. No sleep anyhow. No lawyers. Charles groaned as he adjusted his double filtered gas mask and slowly sat up, looking around with another muffled groan from his mask. Drowsy.

The Distraction wrote:@Scorpion01

She chuckled at his answer, and stuffed it back into her pocket with a shrug, leaning against the same car as him. "Heh...I thought as much by the note wrapped around it." she responded, listening to the rest of his words. A bit of it took her surprise...specifically, his use of the word "we". She quirked a brow and looked up at him. "Wait, we? Who's 'we'?" Tristana questioned, "You got some phantom followin' you around, or what?"







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Cultist sat down in one of the seats, placing her star standing up in front of her so she could actually fit.
"No ghosts heer,"she flashed a toothy grin, "Hwee don't know hwye hwee yoose that word to referr to our-selvz, hwee just do, hwee guess!"

She watched the Doctor fumble with the bus, deciding not to 'help'. She had driven a few Chaos tanks in her life, but this wasn't an armored war machine designed to run over everything in its path.

Charles looked over the seats and shouted
"Hey, guy on the driver seat! I can drive don't worry!" His voice peppered with a medium english accent.
Snippy slowly stood and shuffled towards The Doctor, his blue goggles in a way to make him look very content.
"I was a Dead Zone Tour Guide for.. Well a while. I can drive a bus,"

Jack saw another person get on the bus....it was a girl....wereing some sort of tribal garb. He looked torwds her. "who are you?" Jack asked. He was groggy. "and since when did we have so many passengers? And weres thorin? Takeo? Doctor!"Jack shoutd at the doctor.

"Jack I'm right here quit yelling" the doctor said. He looked at snippy. "I am as to drive just not a bus..."he admitted

@DapperDogman

Tristana shrugged at the masked man, continuing on into one of the buses. "I dunno, just load 'em in! We don't got much time left before this place goes to the void, so hurry up." pressured the little lady, taking her seat on the bus and setting Boomer next to her, getting comfortable for the ride.

Nick turned towards the sound of Charles, who was volunteering to drive the second bus. The Masked Man had gotten up and called towards a few people. "Thorin? Taeko? Doctor!" he finally found a resolution, his gaze setting on the wiry man in the tweed jacket with the bowtie. Nick Gautier guessed that he preferred to be called as such. He wondered what his real name was.

"I dunno, just load 'em in! We don't got much time left before this place goes to the void, so hurry up."

That was true. Nick gazed at the group who was on the bus. It was pretty substantial in number. Probably enough mystical entities to pose a threat to any Crossed lunatic or any antagonizers. Nick felt like he was safe with these people.

Now if only he could get to his mom...Nick searched around the bus, looking for Snake, the only one he knew here.

As the hours waned on, a grandfather clock chimed loudly with an irritable “DONG!” “DONG!” DONG!” Midnight. By majority decision, the survivors decided to plunge head-first into danger by venturing into Sons of Anarchy controlled Charming, California.

A beam of lunar light graced the survivors below, angelically adorning itself from a massive skylight above. It was lovely, dreamy even – the mid-Spring clouds softly rolled across the moon, light winds trailed east, the dim, empty halls of the Bellagio's lobby began to illuminate from the moon's gentle gaze...

It fell upon the rotting tenement of Room 502, where Nathan Petrilli was rising from a pool of blood, gore and tears glistening on his black-and-white dress suit, blue tie, his eyes burning with malevolent glee. It appeared that the substantial bribes, threats, and favors to dozens of senators and congressmen meant little in the shadow of a Crossed outbreak off in Sin City, to some, a shining beacon of adult entertainment and vice, to others, a pit of misery and shame.

It fell upon Ada Wong who watched columns of fire engulf Las Vegas, legs crossed in the safety of her Umbrella-issued transport helicopter, she could almost feel the palpable fear and unease rising off the beaten BSAA forces – it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out reclaiming Vegas was utterly futile.

It fell upon the survivors, their fate sealed, armed with high-powered rifles, swords and magics unseen in this world to Charming.

It fell upon the Crossed, whose grins contorted in sinister glee, howling like rabid dogs as guns, knives, and baseball bats plowed into the The Bellagio’s safety windows from all angles. It appears the eastern winds gave way to the hazy smoke which visually obstructed it's inhabitants within – and therefore, now serves a little more than an unwrapped birthday present for hordes of Crossed to rip apart.



A female, we'll name her 'Carly,' young adult, donning a pitch-black Rolling Stones tank-top, denim jeans, burst in totting a Mac-10. Pop! Pop! Pop! A burst of .45 APC rounds tear into air, blowing massive holes into the expensive bronco statue, it tumbles over, shattering into a million pieces as the Crossed poured into The Bellagio like water.






CUT TO

Inside – Bus # 1 & Bus # 2​

Bus #1 (Aki's Bus): Nick Gautier, Tristana (DRIVER), Punished Snake, IIlya Kurakyin, Thorin Oakenshield, Kyoko, Wei Shen, Charles Snippy, Ariel, the Little Mermaid, Jacket, Lightning, Vaelin Al Sorna, Viktor Reznov, Sieg, Cultist Chan, Mitsuko Souma, Heather Mason, Griffin.


Bus #2 (Aki and Leo's Bus): Leo Barnes (DRIVER), Jiro, Louise Belcher, Claptrap, Aurelius, Norman Bates, Zoey, Athena, Alexander Degtyarev, The Lone Wanderer, The 10th Doctor, Dracula, Takeo Masaki, Elena Michaels, Raven, Harry Dresden, Grace Ward, The Gatekeeper, Sunny Emmerich.


The Crossed came outta nowhere, you recall, it's been hours since the incident occurred – total shitstorm – you escaped, with Bus # 1 trailing ahead of Bus # 2.

The two yellow-tinted school buses hijacked were in peak condition, bulky, and rumbled loudly. A black Herbert Hoover High School inscription on the side; blood caked the outer yellow paint, wheels worn, as if they hadn't been used in ages... and you swore the vehicle cradled back and forth as if something bumped the front and rear axles. Bodies maybe? You didn't know, and quite frankly, didn't care. At least you were OUT of Vegas. Looking out a window—so dirty that it was opaque—revealed this:



A vast, empty freeway leading into Charming met you – distant throes of screaming, gunfire, and the scent of ash met your nostrils – disappearing into the night. How long has it been since you saw a living soul? An hour? Two? You sighed, watching the empty highway pass you by: An abandoned rosy pink Honda Civic, lights blinking, driver door cracked open, passed you – as a couple – newly wed judging their age, lay face-first on the street, a bullet hole lodged into their skull, fingers interlocked tog-- oomph!

Bump.​

Bus # 1's upper right axle jolted forward, followed by sickly wet 'cracks!', the resulting force causing a light push on your body. 'Crack!' Again. This time, Bus #2's lower left wheel caught... it.

Cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr...


The hard asphalt, mixed with Bus # 2's massive exertion of pressure, cleaved the object in two – a messy trail of stringy intestines, gore, and a lower body signified it was definitely human. But... what was that scraping sound? The passengers of Bus # 2 look down in curiosity from the rear emergency window, and were met by...

A man, mid-40s, clung onto the bumper with a crazed grin on his face. His hair is long and ratty, his clothes just as ragged – he wore a jet black leather vest knited 'Mayans,' 'Original,' on the left and right chest, respectively. “HA! HA! HAAAA! DEAD MAN WALKING! DEAD MAN-- uuurgh...” He struggled to complete his sentence, his mouth flooding with blood as his lower torso was missing, flaps of wet flesh trailing against the asphalt below.

“Haaaaa...”

Out of nowhere, a flash of red, and a plume of smoke, illuminated from his free hand. It followed by a loud pop as the mysterious red flash soared high into the sky, vanishing seconds later. You pause momentarily, maybe you know what it is, maybe you don't...

BOOOOOOOOOM!

A high-pitched hiss cut through the air like butter, launching an RPG rocket from an overpass above: A fucking ambush. The deafening explosion collided behind Bus # 2 undercarriage, rendering the Crossed male into a little more than spaghetti paste, the resulting shock-wave nearly threw the bus on its side, skidding forward, end over end, rubber burning streaks into the highway. Shit! Leo Barnes swerved the Bus' wheel to the right, narrowly avoiding a messy collision into Bus #1.

Who the hell?!

… Then you heard it:






Welcome to ROUND TWO! It's up to you to protect your comrades, yourself, and vote who you believe the traitor is! Voting ends tomorrow @ 12:00pm or 2:00pm MST! Try to make this one dramatic guys!

"Aieee!"
Cultist was sitting in the back of the bus, so she tumbled out of the shredded caboose like flesh candy from the rolling tin pinata. The star was attatched to her back, though, so she ended up more rolling along the eight points of the star until a parked harley davidson stopped her.
"Hyoo are against kay-oss?! Mur-der, for Khorne!" She unhooked her ornament and practically crushed the bike's owner with it, one spike caving in his skull while another punctured right through his sternum and chest. The chaos servant pushed the now lifeless corpse away with her foot to yank the star out of it, and hung it on her back again. The mayan was holding an Uzi, a weapon that somewhat resembled the hand-bolters dropped by the Adeptas Sororitas, so she picked up the gun and started spraying bullets wildly at the other bikers. The madness of battle was a perfect scenario for Cultist to serve the dark gods, and she could practically feel how much she was pleasing Khorne with her violence and bloodshed.

"Oh.. My.. G-D.. Everyone GET AWAY FROM THE BACK and uhh FROM THE WINDOWS just GET THE FUCK DOWN!"
Charles mumbled, then screamed out of fear as his heart fell into the pit of his stomach and his stomach began twisting into one big knot. He froze for only a second. But, his instincts acted quickly. He grabbed his rifle from his back and instantly readied himself, and the gun.
"I think we should get out of here?" Charles said in a weary voice through his mask, looking towards the driver, Tristana.
"Ya know, maybe drive away?" He nodded nervously.

The doctor was relaxed and dozing as he rode in the bus. He woke with a yelp when they ran over something and he looked with the others at the crossed man and he ducks when metal shards came at the bus from bus 1 and he heard the window break and glass went everywhere.
"Who are those guys?!"he yelled. He peeks up and yelps when a sharp glass shard came at him and managed to dodge but not fast enough and he felt pain as his shoulder got a shard of glass in it

The moment the grenades hit, I was terrified my life was about to be cut short. I knew something like this would happen, while going West. "Don't let me die here." I wanted to fire my gun, but the chance of death was too much. If I was, I'd attract attention to myself. I was dazed, my ears were ringing. There was nowhere to hide, and I had three bullets. Not much I can do with three bullets. "Where is Jack, or Raven. Leon is dead, they are the only people I confide in here." I didn't want to move, but if I didn't, I'd be killed, if I did, the same outcome. I guessed it explains why no one was out here. I got away from the possibility of being shot, right as I heard automatics firing.

glmstr wrote:"Aieee!"
Cultist was sitting in the back of the bus, so she tumbled out of the shredded caboose like flesh candy from the rolling tin pinata. The star was attatched to her back, though, so she ended up more rolling along the eight points of the star until a parked harley davidson stopped her.
"Hyoo are against kay-oss?! Mur-der, for Khorne!" She unhooked her ornament and practically crushed the bike's owner with it, one spike caving in his skull while another punctured right through his sternum and chest. The chaos servant pushed the now lifeless corpse away with her foot to yank the star out of it, and hung it on her back again. The mayan was holding an Uzi, a weapon that somewhat resembled the hand-bolters dropped by the Adeptas Sororitas, so she picked up the gun and started spraying bullets wildly at the other bikers. The madness of battle was a perfect scenario for Cultist to serve the dark gods, and she could practically feel how much she was pleasing Khorne  with her violence and bloodshed.

Uh oh!

I hate saying this, but...

The bus is still moving!

Cultist-Chan is left behind. Again. She watches the half blown-up school bus drive by her, bullets riddling it's outer hull, as the Mayan Crossed body bled freely against her flesh. He murmured lowly, a grin crept on his face, "Puuuuta..." Click. Huh? Oh. That's nice. The Mayan pulled a grenade - boooooom~ - it blew up in a cloud of yellow and orange shrapnel, sending poor Cultist sky-rocketing into an adjacent Harley Davidson...

Romantically Apocalyptic wrote:"Oh.. My.. G-D.. Everyone GET AWAY FROM THE BACK and uhh FROM THE WINDOWS just GET THE FUCK DOWN!"
Charles mumbled, then screamed out of fear as his heart fell into the pit of his stomach and his stomach began twisting into one big knot. He froze for only a second. But, his instincts acted quickly. He grabbed his rifle from his back and instantly readied himself, and the gun.
"I think we should get out of here?" Charles said in a weary voice through his mask, looking towards the driver, Tristana.
"Ya know, maybe drive away?" He nodded nervously.

The first one, 56 years old, totting an MP5 sub-machine gun, fired a burst toward Charles' location, Pop! Pop! Pop! the rounds screamed violently, charging toward the poor guy's leg. If one of the round hits, it'd lodge deep into his foreleg, leaving a nasty bullet wound. The second one growled, "Puta~" Vroooooom! Uh oh. "Raaawgh!" Leaping out, the Mayan leapt from his Harley Davidson, latching onto the back of Bus 1's open port... slowly climbing up...