Game Over

Independent, selective, and private multimuse blog heavily featuring Mega Man, but also Look Outside, Pizza Tower, Persona 5 and more! View the carrd above for more details. Written by Viopenguin.

Oh, right, she's on the blog, too. Maybe she can do something for real, but she's so sleeby...

Hellen doesn’t need any additional weapons, does she? No, Shadow didn’t think so. Hellen, as usual, was well prepared for a massacre, and little Sophie – sorry, Batman – was finding enough { Marbles } scattered around the facility to easily replenish any ammo she’d lost. Still… it had other things that would hopefully prove useful. Shadow caught their attention with a low gurgle, beckoning them forward. It has something for you both! For Hellen, five rolls of { Duct Tape } . An underwhelming gift at first glance, but they’d save her signature cleavers and knives from cracking in a pinch, seeing as how they're getting a lot of use. Besides, it didn’t think she’d appreciate being given something like a { Rocket Launcher } . Made the kills feel too impersonal, didn’t it? And Batman, of course, gets a { Grappling Hook } . Don’t worry about where it found that. It fully trusts that this eight year old will know how to properly use it.

To call seeing Shadow a relief would be a slight overstatement; Hellen doesn't really do that, and Sophie's just happy to duck away from being shot at for a second. She makes a mental note to get one of those bulletproof capes, like John Wick has. Maybe Dan's looted one of those and she can steal borrow it-

-Uh, getting back on track, though.

Hellen takes the { Duct Tape } without any show of emotion. Make no mistake, though; she appreciates the gift (and if anyone knows that, it's probably Shadow). She didn't expect much help during this outing, making this something of a pleasant surprise. As pleasant as Hellen can feel, anyways. She eyes the other for a moment with two of her many unblinking eyes, offering but a nod in response, before, uh.

The louder of the two squeals in delight as she snatches the { Grappling Hook } from Shadow. Sophie looks it over, turns it over in her hands. This might be a worse idea than bringing her to fight Umbrella, honestly. She's going to be a nightmare with this at her disposal.

"We're gonna get Resident Evil 6 up in this b-"

"Thank you." Hellen interrupts, quietly but firmly. "Look out for yourself."

Rock looks up from the main computer, meeting Dr. Light's eyes from across the lab. A little frown rests on his face as he looks back to the monitor, as if to double check, then back to his father.

"Someone logged in and copied weapon data."

Light pauses to wipe his hands—robots are surprisingly messy to make, oil and all that—before answering. "Ah, yes, I reviewed the footage. Proto Man visited last night."

The boy's face lights up. "Did you guys talk?"

Seems like they need the help anyways, Blues can't help but think as he darts through the shadows. This is hardly the group he expected to be taking on an organization like this. He definitely saw a kid back there somewhere, and, like... he's not one to talk, really, he's like 13, but he's a walking arsenal. A weapon made to serve humans. That may not work out so much these days, but it's certainly an upper hand here.

A vantage point is spotted overhead, where a defensive line stands ready for the approaching forces. Blues doesn't even bother platforming his way up there. A streak of light takes to the skies, and a moment later, as he touches down at the point in question...

[Weapon Data Selected: Crash Bomber]

The surprising part comes from the voice that suddenly speaks up flatly behind him. Her ability to Stalk really comes in handy.

"You'll point that away from Sam."

She raises her Cleaver, readying a Stab (it's clearly a slash, but are you gonna argue with her about it?), but is, um. Interrupted as a golden marble clocks the guy square in the jaw and knocks him to the ground.

Hellen looks in the direction it came from.

"Sophie."

"SHUSHSHHSUSHSUSH. I'M BATMAN."

"Weak. All of them." He says, louder than anything else up to that point. "Can we seriously not find anyone else worthy of the Game of Destiny?"

Pandora, the only other person present, finally glances over her shoulder to him with a bored expression. Her only expression, really.

"Yes, the Game of Destiny has slowed to a crawl since Master Albert's last-"

"Don't start with me." Prometheus growls. "I was there, too. Just tell me whatever it is that's got you glued to that monitor."