Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas!

"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

Nick Gautier blinked as he gathered his bearings. Slowly, the twinkling lights from the city got closer and closer as the plane descended lower and lower. He shut his eyes, trying to shake off the stiffness that four hours on a plane will do to a person.

So this is what it feels like to be Xevikan before he was rescued.

Whatever. He'd been through worse. Besides the whole zombie outbreak that started him on his long journey to the coach a year later to the cyber bully. Heck, he'd even traveled through dimensions because someone wanted to kill him in a weakened form. Right now, New Orleans felt like a supernatural battlefield hidden under the guise of voodoo magic.

He'd gladly take Sin City at this point.

Touchdown. Nick felt the plane shake as its wheels made contact with the runway and began it's deceleration process. He breathed, thankful that no one sat next to him the entire flight. Looking at the window, he noticed the Las Vegas strip, displayed prominently in so many neon colors the businesses must have epileptic seizure warnings strewn across every window and door.

Nick heard a ding, notifying him that the seat belt sign was off. Nick got up to stretch his legs...and banged his head against the plane roof. "Ow!" he cried, rubbing his hair. At this point, he probably had a lot of bumps on his head, most of those from his mother.

Remembering why he was here, Nick walked out of the seating area, catching a glimpse of his oh-so-lovely pink Hawaiian shirt with grey salmon swimming across it. It was one of Nick's staples, these silly Hawaiian button-ups, but he wore them like he wanted to own them...because he loved his momma more than anything else in the world.

Grabbing his carry-on in the overhead compartment, he stood and waited while everyone in front of him grabbed their bags and got off the plane. Damn, Kyrian, he thought. You have all this money that you don't care about and you still can't get me a private jet? Not even first class?

Finally, the path cleared in front of him, allowing Nick the freedom to move. He walked casually off the plane and into the gating area. He could already feel the exchange of money and smell the hope of riches.

His demon part of him fed on the despair that came from the sudden realizations of being broke in Vegas. The guilt that came from the cheating and deceit when the men slept with the prostitutes. The negativity nourished a part of him. The humanity in him fought it off. He didn't want the Malachai in him to take control. He knew the consequences thanks to "Uncle Ambrose" who was actually a futuristic version of himself.

A world on fire...the planet descending into chaos. A free world for Noir and company to enslave.

He couldn't let that happen.

In fact, that's partially why he was here. As far as he knew, Noir thought the Malachai was in New Orleans. Perhaps this would throw him off his trail at least for a little time. The only precaution he needed to take care of to keep Noir from finding him was to not use a majority of his powers. But he was used to his powers not working anyway.

Picking up his luggage in the Baggage Claim, he opened his bag a sliver and peered inside. Yep, the dagger was still there. He smiled as he remembered what he'd been told when he was given the dagger: "It could go through any metal detector and stay invisible from any X-Ray machine."

Well it worked. Closing his bag, Nick made his way outside, hailing a taxi and hopping in. "The Bellagio," he told the driver. After getting a suspicious glance, probably due to his age, Nick sighed and turned on the silkspeech. "Please?" He said it a very sympathetic way, pretending to bat his eyelashes and cup his hands together like he was a princess to be saved. The taxi driver snapped his fingers and held out his hand. Sighing again, Nick placed a twenty there. The driver nodded and took off.

Nick leaned back in his seat, feeling the vertigo that was already trying to succumb him. He'd need his rest. Soon, he'd have to go looking for his mom in one of the most hostile places on Earth. And since his mom was a stripper at one point...yeah, best not to waste any time he had.

But apparently, like how life always does, it appeared that he wasn't going to get his way.

Suddenly, the driver slammed on his brakes. Nick lurched forward in his seat. Okay, now he was really starting to get pissed off. "Now what?" he looked out the window and gasped at what he saw.

A gladiator, dressed in all forms of armor, was standing there ready to fight whoever she felt like. Two people had guns pointed in her direction, one was firing.

What kind of convention cosplay had he stumbled upon?

Well... Nick thought. "Might as well watch, since we were probably going to be here a while..."

Death2077 wrote:Jack saw the girl with the shield leap at the girl with the polish armor. The one with the shield raised her...well shield, probably getting ready for bullets. Jack took out his plasma rifle, and turned on V.AT.S. Time slowed to a crawl...The girl had 1 vulnerability...her legs. He hhad a 30% chance to hit her right leg, and a 31% chance to hit her left. He selected the left leg 3 times, so as to not waste AP. He Fired 3 times at her left leg. "We couldn't talk this through." he mutterd grumpily

@Mrdubwubs
@TheLoneWanderer
@rose36
@Xihibaltion

*Tsk Tsk tsk. Didn't this man ever play borderlands, I mean how could you not? It was available everywhere. Even with the VATS system the shield had a tenacity to pull every kind of projectile to it, throwables and lasers/electricity the most. Luckily for her two of the three shots we're absorbed but the last one hit her right in the Achilles heel. Her leap was still successful, she just couldn't land upright and ready for another attack. Though she was always prepared to get hit*

@rose
@The lone Wanderer
@Xihibilitaion
@Death2077

Kyoko would have said and done something about having the man's hand yanked away, on top of being talked over, but that would make it seemed as if she had really cared for his company much more than she actually did so. Then again, it was kinda funny watching how Tristana was acting, so she dropped the matter completely, settling for watching how this Alex would handle the flirty little drunk. She finally ordered another drink, asking for some kind of preztles or crackers to munch on as well.

@Major_D
@The Smoking Peanut's Tristana

He woke up to the sound of outside commotion, a look of frustration on his face. He opened the window curtains, looking down upon Athena and Jack. His mouth drew into a thin line, as he pivoted on his heel and began to gear up. He pulled out a bottle of chrysanthemum tea out of his backpack. He popped the cap off, and took a quick swig, capping it once again and shoving it inside his backpack. He clipped his katana sheathe on his combat belt, and holstered his Mauser C96 on the other side. He threw on his cloak and in a few moments, he was downstairs, at the lobby entrance.

He stormed out onto the street, catching a man in a taxi, watching the ongoing fight. He growled, hours of no sleep clouding his analytic process. He briskly walked towards the taxi, his left hand gripping the hilt of his katana tightly. He put on an emotionless mask, as he walked towards the taxi and knocked on the passenger's window.
@NeverEndingFlip

Nick Gautier watched with great interest as he realized that this was no simple cosplay...or if it was, this was professionally done.

Cirque du Soleil stepped up their game. He could imagine all the headlines on the billboards. Cirque du Soleil: Coming to a Comic-Con near you! The thought was enough to make Nick chuckle.

The gladiator had leapt, but landed awkwardly. Nick realized that out of the three bullets fired, one had hit, right in the Achilles Heel. To his surprise, she looked as battle ready as ever.

Knock! Knock!

Nick tore his eyes from the battle ongoing to find a Japanese man staring at him through the window. What did he want?

Nick rolled down the window for him, lifting a brow at the man. "Can I help you or something?" Nick asked. "Because I don't rub that way if that's what you're suggesting. I have a girl waiting for me at home, so I plan to take everything with me when I leave. And yes, that includes my virginity."

As he talked, he analyzed. Despite this man making his face with a hard line for a mouth, he did notice his eyes betrayed him in hiding his fatigue. It looked like he'd just woke up and, knowing from personal experiences, that could be a disorienting situation.

The next thing he noticed was his left hand, gripping something there. A gun? A knife? Was this going to be some kind of robbery? Nick held his composure, not showing any signs of awareness to the situation. Meanwhile, he tried to figure out what he could do. His grimoire and his dagger were in the backseat inside his bag. He needed a way to get to it without alerting this man of his actions. For now, he'd play along.

@Yo-Yo

(I'm just going to use italics when he talks.)
I do not plan on taking your virginity. I am only here to ask you what is happening this very moment. he said, ignoring the constant clashing going on behind his back.. His head was still clogged with fatigue, the tea beginning to work its effects on him. He looked down on him, a small surge of adrenaline waiting to be used if this man did anything suspicious.

He started again, his mouth opening but closing quickly. Fatigue slowly losing its grip on him. He shook his head lightly, looking back at him. He held his ground, building up tension, ready to spring out in defense if he does attack him.

"I do not plan on taking your virginity. I am only here to ask you what is happening this very moment."

As so he must have just woken up, probably to the sounds of the fight going on. Nick kept an eye on this man, who was tensing up. His fatigue was receding, much quicker than what was average. Dang, where did he keep his energizer bunny?

Nick could feel the static between him and the Japanese man, rising tension that was going to explode if something didn't happen to recede that. So, Nick responded.

"From what I can tell, this looks to be the best choreographed fight I've ever seen. I mean, they ain't got none of this in New Orleans." Nick commented, turning his view back towards the fight, keeping the man in his peripherals. "Although I'm having some trouble distinguishing some kind of setting or theme. Must be a cult classic or an action remake of Hot Tub Time Machine." He kept his cool. He wasn't being attacked yet. But he could tell this guy was of a mystical persuasion just from how quick his fatigue left him. But that's still not the coolest superpower he'd ever seen.

Xavier, you have got to teach me to raise my own minion army! Homework would be a breeze!

I do believe that it is not choreographed judging from the lack of cameras and studio. he responded coolly. He turned his back on him, analyzing the ongoing fight. He took his hand off of his katana, crossing his arms as he leaned against the taxi car. His black eyes darted across the surroundings, spotting a glint of silver in the back of the trunk. (Bold for thoughts. xP) So he has a silver tool of some sort... he thought, eyeing the glint through his peripheral vision.

He looked down staring at the ground, awaiting a response from the man in the taxi. He looked back up and turned around, looking at him.

The Smoking Peanut wrote:

DapperDogman wrote:Jacket took a moment to notice the man leaned on the wall near him, but he didn't react at first, instead of assuming it to be suspicious, he didn't consider himself the twitchy type, after all. Maybe once he was, but now, he didn't really think much of violence, or death, it was a daily occurrence for him

Sure, it wasn't always that way, there was a time where Jacket threw up, he'd just beaten a hobo to death in an alley, to ensure his contacts in 50 Blessings got hold of the briefcase he'd just stolen. He wasn't proud of throwing up, but it proved helpful, as the hobo was thought to have thrown up and hit his head, killing him, and clearing any suspicion about that particular death

The male slowly turned to Big Boss and cocked a brow, unsure of why he was still there, was he waiting for something, or someone

A hand reached into his jacket slowly, drawing a small grey tape recorder, clicking it a warped, distorted language learning tape clip played


His quizzical look, coupled with his silence, probably would have looked to anyone else, like he was either not a native English speaker, or had some form of speech impediment, or was outright mute, though Big Boss knew otherwise, the question remained

@The Smoking Peanut

Boss' eyes slid calmly over from taking in the rest of the city, locking onto Jacket's as he took another hit of tobacco. Rather, he met the mask's eyes. The get-up didn't exactly scare him, but he did find the tape a tad unsettling. Nevertheless, he responded to the message by first looking down at the watch strapped onto his bionic arm, and casually stated the time.

"About half past midnight. It's getting late out."

Soon after answering, he brought the cigar back up and took another hit, taking occasional glances at Jacket, then back at the commotion happening not too far from them. It was likely that he wouldn't get much out of the encounter, but attempting this would make his trip much more productive. Silently, Boss wondered if the masked man had anymore tapes to convey his thoughts, subconsciously preparing himself for a number of outcomes his answer would beget. A good soldier had to be prepared for anything, even a wild attack from those stirring up trouble across the way. The odds were 1:100, but any odds could mean the difference between life and death.

The masked figure gave a nod of thanks and thumbed the device once more, hitting a few buttons in quick succession, the modified tape, cut and melded from many different tapes, was set in a way he'd learned to navigate in moments "Thank you" the device chirped in it's usual warped way

The male glanced over to the people fighting and for a moment he reached into the lining of his jacket once more, unsure if the police would be an issue, he was here to rob a casino, after all, allowing a cop to start shooting up the place would make a heist near impossible

He grabs for the handle of his gun for a second, a moment of hesitation showing through as he was unsure if breaking the façade of a cosplayer was a good idea, Jacket was a public idol, after all, many people made masks in his style and some even went as far as to become real killers, emulating his brutal style and brutally butchering countless mobsters and mafia members alike

The male removes his hand after scratching gently for a second, and leans back on the wall, he didn't need to kill that man, not yet, if he interfered later, then that would be his undoing, this wasn't his fight, not yet anyway

@The Smoking Peanut

@LunarPolymath
@The Smoking Peanut

He caught Kyoko's name as exactly that before his own hand was snatched away, to a small surprise by Tristiana, she didn't get his name right but that was okay. She was very enthusiastic for sure, judging by her grip and the expression in her eyes.
"So what brings you both to Vegas?" He asks with a slight smile.

Mrdubwubs wrote:

Death2077 wrote:Jack saw the girl with the shield leap at the girl with the polish armor. The one with the shield raised her...well shield, probably getting ready for bullets. Jack took out his plasma rifle, and turned on V.AT.S. Time slowed to a crawl...The girl had 1 vulnerability...her legs. He hhad a 30% chance to hit her right leg, and a 31% chance to hit her left. He selected the left leg 3 times, so as to not waste AP. He Fired 3 times at her left leg. "We couldn't talk this through." he mutterd grumpily

@Mrdubwubs
@TheLoneWanderer
@rose36
@Xihibaltion

*Tsk Tsk tsk. Didn't this man ever play borderlands, I mean how could you not? It was available everywhere. Even with the VATS system the shield had a tenacity to pull every kind of projectile to it, throwables and lasers/electricity the most. Luckily for her two of the three shots we're absorbed but the last one hit her right in the Achilles heel. Her leap was still successful, she just couldn't land upright and ready for another attack. Though she was always prepared to get hit*

@rose
@The lone Wanderer
@Xihibilitaion
@Death2077

"Hey I sai!..." He stopped talking then groaned "Fuck!" And immediately, he squeezed the trigger to the shotgun as a multitude of metal balls were sent at sub-sonic speeds toward her. Some would probably reach her, but others might be deflected by the shield. "If you have something to put down chick, I'd do it now!" He yelled out in a taunt, trying more to diffuse the situation than continue causing havoc towards the city as sirens from other police were heard from far away areas of Las Vegas coming to aid.

Nathan Steele wrote:

Xx420BLAZEITxX wrote:
As Claptrap was about to walk past the man, He had noticed that his little collision had shaken off a little rust off Claptrap onto the man's possibly overpriced suit.

"Whoops, got a little left-over rust on your suit there... Lemme just get that for you." He said with a nervous chuckle before awkwardly attempting to wipe the rust off but instead smears the rust, Creating more of a bigger stain then before.

*Any normal man, would have told the small robot to take a hike... Instead, Jiro allowed the robot to try his its best, to wipe off the small amount of rust, that now stained his faded white suit. He simply said, "よっしゃ…" and crossed his arms. It's not like the suit costed him anything. However, if he wishes to get it clean, he's going to have to hit up one of the nearby casino's, and make some cash... Although, gambling is frowned upon, in the Yakuza. Jiro may resort to...more forceful ways of gaining the money.*

@Xx420BLAZEITxX

Claptrap backs away from the man and inspects the stain. "There you go, sir, Clean as a whistle!" Claptrap said, adding what appears to be an attempt at a A-Okay sign.

"Well, Enjoy your time in Vegas, I'm gonna go and found me an expensive looking casino to show off my amazing gambling skills." Claptrap then proceeded to walk ahead of the man, But stops in his tracks again to speak. "Unless.. You know of any casinos around these parts?" Claptrap asked.

@Nathan Steele

Seeing as she figured Tristana may be louder than her, the answer she would give to Alex would be nonsensical, just because "Fuck It, why not?" Kyoko thought. So, while munching on a pretzel she told the man "I'm here to fuck bitches and blow shit up, what else?" After speaking, she finished her pretzel and slammed down the rest of her drink, setting the mug down on the counter once it was empty.

@The Smoking Peanut
@Major_D

Jack saw as the woman with the shield jump....he had a hit. She landed awkwardly. And rather....painfully. He aimed the plasma rifle. He had a clear shot, but he decided aginst it. He wasn't going to kill her. "Now can you calm the hell down? Before we both doing something we both regret?" Jack yelled out of almost anger. Was this girl that hard headed? "Now, just lay down your weapons, and calm down. We don't need any bloodshed" Jack then heard a noise.....It was loud. He decided to ignore it an continue with the situation at hand. Jack looked torwd the cop. "What did you do to her?" he asked.

@Mrdubwubs
@TheLoneWanderer
@rose36
@Xihibaltion

*As soon as Athena heard the sound of a shotgun going off she placed the shield in front of her self and crouched using the awkward way she landed to her advantage. It's a shame these poor people don't understand that the shield absorbs the bullets and what would you know that it successfully did so. She stares at the man through the transparent part of the shield. Her eyes sending heat towards him as blades jump out on the sides and spin showing how much power the shield has absorbed* You want to try that again?

@TheLoneWanderer
@rose36
@Xihibaltion
@Death2077
@ResistingTheEnlightended

His eyebrows rose at the sight, his smile replaced with a thin line. He shifted uncomfortably on the ground, starting to evaluating what's going on. His left hand rested on his katana, ready to take action if the woman did anything rash. His swayed his Mauser around, his finger behind the trigger, making sure that it didn't unleash an explosive bullet.

""You want to try that again?" The shielded girl yelled at the uniformed man. She was pissed. If he had his mezzmertron, he could calm her down....but he didn't. He yelled torwds the girl. "Stop this. There isn't any reason for this act of violence! Calm down, and we can talk this over, maybe over a whiskey." Then jack saw it....blades spinning around her. What the fuck? He asked himself. Gravity field? Jack aimed the plasma rifle and held it tightly. He was shaking from the rad sickness...It was finally getting to him. He felt like throwing up. "Just....calm...down" He pleaded over his sick stomach...he needed radaway bad.

Takeo shook his head on got up. That man doesn't look well. I should probably help... he thought, getting up. He began walking toward the man, tapping him on the shoulder. He tensed at the feel of radiation. It's a wonder how he isn't dead...yet... he thought amazed. He patted around his pockets, looking for some anti-radiation pills.

Jack felt the man...but his condition made him fall down....the man was....Chinese. His vision blurred. Jack looked at the man and said softly "Rad away....in....pocket....inject in the main vain....squeeze pouch..." With that, jack passed out to one of his many nightmares. And from the way he felt, he mustive vomited.

Louise was watching the entire fight from the backseat of the police cruiser, a grin spread from ear to ear.

"Hell yeah!" she screeched, jumping up and down in her seat. This was fucking awesome! She would've pumped her fists in the air, but her arms were handcuffed behind her. That dimmed her mood. However, the tension was rising again and things were getting juicy after a dude passed out. All the little girl could do was to sit back and enjoy the show.

He nodded to the radiation infected man who was now unconscious. He took out the pouch with the label 'RadAway'. He took the needle and quickly injected it into his main vein, and pulling out as he squeezed the last of the chemical fluid into his vein. He set the pouch down, and dragged him to the side. I'm hoping that works.
(Bold is when Takeo thinks by the way.)

Jack was still unconscious, even though his radiation gone down significantly. But he was still sick. Radiation poisoning didn't just took medicine, although that's a major step. One that even saved his life. But he needed time to recover, and he wasn't going to get that here. Most likely he would die here because of the shield girl. Jack muttered in his sleep. "Amata....im sorry". Although jack was strong, he was only human. His plasma rifle was by his side, and his pipboy on his wrist blinked with notifications about mental health.

He sat down next to him, watching over him closely. His eyebrow scrunched up in confusion as he heard him mutter in his sleep. He looked at the pipboy on his wrist along with his strange plasma rifle. He picked the rifle up and began looking at it as he disassembled it and looked at the parts.

Jack opened his eyes....every thing was still blurry. then he saw a man shaped figure. Over his weapon...."get....off my....plasma rifle...." Jack said weakly. He took off his helmet. Everything was still blurry....but better. He reveiled a rough beard, shaggy hair, and stark blue eyes. He place the helmet by his head. "That's...my...gun...."

Lightning stepped in front of him. "You better stop, I don't give into mercy that often, if you're lucky maybe you'll live..." She said turned toward the gladiator. She knew something was gonna go down, her words sounded serious and threatening. She wanted a battle to occur. "Give up, you don't have to do this."

@Mrdubwubs
@TheLoneWanderer