Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20180604010109/@comment-26892768-20180604161615

Violet bites back a curse when she sees the Sekhmorph. ''Crap. ''She runs down the hall, sincerely hoping the entrance isn't a dead end.

Albus looks at Horace with a grin. "See? Now, let me do the-"

The sounds of the chase reach the guards.

"...or not." Albus quickly assumes his position, as does Horace.

Violet runs in, and - thank the heavens above, Eliza isn't waiting for her at the door, it's just her bodyguards. Violet makes a break for it...only for Albus and Horace to block her path.

The Banisher struggles to get past them for a moment, before backing up and looking at them with panic in her eyes. "Let me go!"

"No can do." Albus replies,

For a moment, Violet just stands there, her axe hanging limp in her hand. They're in on it. ''Of course the bodyguards are in on it. So, her options are to head back towards the psychotic monster that killed her friend a few moments ago, head back towards the thing ''that is actively chasing her down, or head down the other corridor and get cornered by both of them. Completely hopele...no. No; screw the omniverse, screw Eliza, screw death, Violet Sweet is not dying today.

Her axe blazes a bright blue as she looks at the guards, a calm, but firm expression on her face. "Let me go or else."

Albus looks at Horace, before bursting out into laughter. "Or what? You think I'm scared of some teenager with an axe? Yeah, I bet you've hit plenty of monsters and superpowered freaks with that thing, but lemme ask you something - you ever hit a completely normal person with that thing?"

Violet is silent, looking over Albus' form. She doesn't want to kill him, but she has to make a point...perhaps the left arm.

Albus takes Violet's silence as a response to his question, and laughs again. "My point exactly! You don't got the guts to swing that at me, girly! So why don't you do yourself a favor and..."

Albus trails off when he sees that Violet has lifted the axe over her shoulder, and promptly panics when she swings it directly towards his shoulder at lightning speed.

"Oh shi-"

There's a clang.

Albus looks down at the axe, and how it's only barely kept away from cutting off his arm by the restraints of blood over both it and Violet herself.

Eliza smirks, and she starts dragging Violet towards her, ignoring the girl's muffled cries of protests and attempts to struggle.

"Wow, boss, uh..."

"Cutting it a bit close there?" Eliza finishes, looking at Albus with a gleam in her eye.

"...I was going to go with 'nice save,' but sure, let's go with that..." Albus mutters to himself as Violet is promptly stabbed in the back and Eliza starts to drain her blood.

"By the way, ma'am - there is currently an alternate version of yourself outside the door." Horace informs Eliza.

Eliza raises an eyebrow, letting the blood on her hand merge with her body. "Hmm? Well, let me open the door, then. Might as well see it for myself..."

Horace and Albus take a step to the side, and Eliza opens the door.

She looks her alternate counterpart up and down. "Like looking in a mirror..."

Eliza absentmindedly takes note of Black Dahlia. Well, she's going to have quite the story to tell...

Bec Noir finds that the plate does not, in fact, have writing on it.

''"Well, that aside, do you have anything else to show me?" ''Dimentio asks Heavy King.

Meanwhile, one might be wondering...where, exactly, are Crow, Becky, and GLaDOS? Are they still trapped in Aperture Science? Did they finally manage to escape to the surface offscreen during the time skip?

Well, they did escape, but that was due to a random portal that took the former two back to their own world...with GLaDOS along for the ride.

Convenient, ain't it?

But, pushing the details aside, currently Crow is leaning back in a chair as he processes some new information.

"So, let me get this straight..." Crow rubs his temples. "You're telling me that that Yharim guy who sent us an invite to his wedding while we were still stuck in that lab...is actually the guy who took over the omniverse?"

"Well, not necessarily the omniverse, but every universe relevant and involved in the crossing of universes, which can essentially be considered the omniverse." Becky corrects.

Crow groans. "So we missed an evil wedding! Damn it, I love evil weddings! Makes me tear up a little inside, you know?"

"Of course, sir, we did happen to be stuck in an underground facility with no way to travel out of there and to the wedding in the first place, so it's understandable that we missed it." Becky points out.

"True, but we should still apologize somehow!" Crow thinks for a moment. "...who are the most disposable minions right now?"

A hand raises up.

Crow looks in GLaDOS' direction. "Good joke, but no."

GLaDOS looks at Crow with a deadpan expression - while she hates having her AI forced into what is essentially a glorified redshirt (to borrow a term from human culture), she does have to admit that, after getting used to it, it's better at showing her sarcasm. "Drat. I've been foiled again. Oh, woe is me."

"I have a list right here, sir." Ignoring GLaDOS, Becky pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Crow.

Crow nods. "Thanks - do you have the location of his castle?"

"I couldn't find it, sir, and I suspect that's intentional on Yharim's part. He likely doesn't want any heroes to try and find him." Becky answers.

"...maybe I can also hook him up with some hero repellant and see if that works..." Crow mutters under his breath, before looking up at Becky. "Alright, I'll look through the list, you find Yharim. Got it?"

"Understood, sir." And then, with that said and done, Becky walks out - but not before grabbing GLaDOS and pulling her along.

The door closes behind them.

GLaDOS looks at Becky. "...and why are you dragging me into 'find the megalomaniac,' exactly?"

"As hard as it might seem to believe, I enjoy your company. It's as simple as that." Becky takes a brief detour to the break room and gets herself a cup of coffee. "That, and you might actually enjoy yourself."

"I was with you until you suggested that this would be enjoyable in any way, shape or form." GLaDOS remarks, looking at Becky as she sips her coffee.

"You're entitled to your opinion." Becky stops in another room, puts down her coffee, and tosses a gun into GLaDOS' hands. "Standard issue laser rifle. Take good care of it."

"Noted." GLaDOS is tempted to just drop the thing and stomp on it - or preform any other form of abuse, really - but she's actually a bit curious to see how this works, so she holsters this over her shoulder.

"Now, to business..." Becky pulls out various files. "We're going to do a bit of multitasking - we'll ask some various parties of interest if they know the location of Yharim's castle, and also establish connections with them should we feel the need to contact them again. If they know the location of Yharim's castle, great, but if they don't, we're still going to be in contact with them, so it's a win-win."

"So, what if none of them know the location, and that was all a waste of time?" GLaDOS asks.

"Then we call Mayapple and see if any of the heroes know anything." Becky sips her coffee. "The ones we aren't already going to contact, anyway..."

"Wait, what?" GLaDOS blinks.

"More of the 'heroes' in the heroes would be more willing to cooperate with us than you'd think." Becky pulls out one particular file. "This group seems like a good start."

GLaDOS looks it over. "'Team Fortress'...I hate them already."

"Just don't shoot them as soon as possible. It'd be rude. Also, we don't have the benefit of a respawn." Becky replies.