Snowmen...? {Now full!}

[megaman]

Time... Space... Reality. Things that seem so solid to people most of the time, written in stone as it were... but people forget how brittle stone is, forget that even a mountain can crack... a crack can heal but that brief moment can let loose a monster sometimes.. and sometimes it can let loose a hero. Fifty feet above the snow bound streets a green dot of energy the size of a baseball appeared, ripped into existence by an event happening so far away that mere words can not portray the space between, space being not enough... but at the same time the event was happening in a place closer then any could possible explain well but it will be tried. How close is a person to the previous second, how close is a person to who they are yet to be, how close is a person to their own eyes... that is how close this was happening... but so very far away.

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"ROLL! I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON! THE MACHINE! IT'S GETTING LOUDER! WHAT DID WE TURN ON?!"

Megaman looked at the ancient relic of a machine he had found deep within the ancient ruins, the green light from the flashing displays and glowing ring in the middle of the room cast a harsh sickly light upon his normally bright blue armor. He gazed alarmingly at the ring and then back at the door behind him that refused to open, the surface was covered with black rings of carbon where repeated blasts from his mega blaster had accomplished little other then to mar the ancient finish.

"I don't know.. it seems that the spatial sensors are deviating wildly from their normal presettings and a unusual reading of a intermittent blast of unknown particles of the~"

"ROLL I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE SAYING!"

"... Things are getting weird."

"I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT!"

He heard the deep sudden sigh over the other end of the line followed by a period of silence. He listened half heartedly as he fired more blasts upon the insolent door.

"OPEN! OPEN! OPEN! OPEN! OPEN ALREADY!"

Each exclamation followed by a yellow flare of light as a ball of energy crossed the small amount of space between him and the door and impacted it's surface doing... almost nothing.

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The small mostly unnoticed ball of green light began to expend, it's surface wavering and morphing, stretching and pulling itself into a flatter, wider shape above the street, slowly and with care it grew to the size of a manhole cover and in the middle of the disk the green turned darker and darker till it turned black, a black so dark it seemed to actually suck in the light around it. People in nearby buildings blinked at the new phenomenon pointing to friends and neighbors the thing just hanging in the air.

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"OPEN! OPEN! OPEN! PLEEEEASSSE OPEN ALREADY YOU STUPID DOOR!"

"THAT IS NOT WORKING! STOP SCREAMING I AM TRYING TO THINK!"

"SORRY!"

Megaman looked back over his shoulder at the ring of green light, the middle of it was definitely getting darker. He tried to get Roll to explain it but the words had just spun in his head finding no place to connect in his head, sometimes it felt like she was speaking another language to him. Maybe he should have listen to those vocabulary expanding tapes she got him, maybe then he would understand a single word she was saying.

Megaman winced a bit as green lighting crackled off from the ring to a nearby piece of a container. The ancient metal slowly began to lift from the ground, spinning in it's defiance to gravity and being slowly pulled toward the ring. His eyes opening wider then they already were he could not help but watch spell bound and the container was pulled to the ring and for a moment the ring flared and he got the brief impression of the container stretching itself thinner and thinner before vanishing in a flash of light and dark.

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The civilians gazed fascinated and then alarmed as tiny crackles of green electricity sped off every which way from the floating green dish, a flare green light and a brilliant darkness spiraled around the dish when it expanded in a instant and retracted back to the manhole size as a strange box hung in the air for a moment before plummeting planet ward impacting with a thunderous crash and shattering itself into nothingness as it scattered the snow with it's crater making introduction to the Earth's crust.

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"AND IT JUST WENT AWAY AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT WENT AND THIS MACHINE IS REALLY GETTING LOUD ROLL!!!"

"MEGAMAN! CALM DOWN... I promise we will figure a way to get you out of this. We just have to think."

"I HAVE BEEN TRYING! I MUST HAVE SHOT THE DOOR A HUNDRED TIMES AND IT DOES NOTHING!!"

"..."

Megaman wondered how she could make a sweatdrop audible.

"Listen just keep as far from the... whatever it is as you can."

"THAT IS EASY FOR YOU TO SAY! YOU ARE IN A AIRSHIP UP ON THE SURFACE!"

Before Roll could reply another crackle of green lightning lanced it's way through the room and impacted a second crate. Once again it lifted slowly and spun it's way to the ring, once again a flare of impossible opposites and the crate stretched it's way into oblivion. Megaman winced, it looked unpleasant and he did not want to be the next to get stretched. He watched as the ring flickered, almost seeming to narrow as if getting a bead on him... and even with his helmet on Megaman could feel his hair trying to stand more on end then usual, he knew what was coming up...

"ROLL!... WHAT EVER HAPPENS NEXT I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I"

What he wanted Roll to know became irrelevant as the green lightning crackled and split and shot it's way to Megaman himself. He felted it surround his body with the scent of ozone and a tingling over ever inch of his being inside and out. He flailed his arms trying to grasp anything within reach but it all seemed just out of range. He screamed, he shouted, he fired wildly at the ring itself. As it pulled him nearer the last thought he had before his senses went insane was simple.

"I wonder if this will hurt..."

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The disc flared again as another crate spun it's way earthward, this time at a slower velocity, a mere fraction of it's previous speed. It crashed to the ground just next to the crater that the other crate had left, and this time pieces of metal were left jutting forth from the ground, the hazardous sharp edges promising pain. The disc contracted a bit as if regarding the pieces and inched it's way to the left of the crate as yellow balls of light exploded out the disc and met the snow below, clouds of steam was the result as the balls of light superheated the snow instantly. Finally the crackling lighting burst forth with renewed vigor and the disc ripped itself apart in a blast of force leaving in its place... a young man wearing head to toe bright blue armor. He regarded his position far up in the air. Looked down, flailed his arms... and reacquainted himself with gravity which pulled him down with a vengeance and a explosion of snow and steam blared forth from the sidewalk as he impacted. What was left was a vaguely humanoid shaped hole in the snow and the visible back of the mysterious blue man who had bombed the planet with his own body. Shakingly he levered himself onto his hands and looked around him. His mouth was grinning in an uneasy fashion and he spat out some snow before he spoke.

"Yeah... th...th...that hurt. owwie.."

With that he fell forward into his own indentation.

[Jill Valentine]

Maintaining her usual, professional composure, she listened as Bridget asked about who he was regardless of the introduction. Strange....she never heard of that organization before...either it was top secret or a complete load of crap he made up and was working for the bioterrorist bastard she's been trying to track down! That pathetic excuse of what used to be her captain...he was the reason people suffered so much and peddled bioweapons like a damn drug peddler....because of that she lost her partner and good friend...Chris. Deciding to keep her guard up, she maintained the same grip on her gun but kept in mind who her target was in the event this guy who had a hair color reminding her of a box of acid rounds for her grenade launcher did something like her previous captain with a nasty habit of backstabbing antics. So far, he seemed to have manners and even bowed after his introduction so she had no reason to start barking out accusations. For now though, on the inside she didn't exactly agree with the whole `Nice to meet you too` response a normal person might want to give, especially because when he adjusted his posture after that little introduction, his next set of words sparked a bit of interest and a mesh of suspicion. So...he was aware that she might not even know of the `Library` as he put it not to mention that they were secretive.

If it was so secretive then why was he here using that in his introduction...the lock picking expert just couldn't help but wonder about that one. Not to mention apparently she caught their attention, namely in the Intelligence Department. ...and on top of that he wanted to question her...great...just great. Not like she didn't mind offering information to help put a stop to this insanity going on here and there but really? Could this guy have the worst timing in the world or what? The woman who put her life in danger day after day was in the middle of a clean up and if he had been there watching maybe he'd have caught on she's not exactly murdering innocent snowmen or about to dish up some snowpet euthanasia for shits and giggles. Maybe being her being too busy to answer questions right here and now didn't dawn on this guy...well...she'd have to politely tell him to wait until she finished dealing with the monsters in snowy disguises. It wouldn't take too long since she had her handgun on her...but before she could so much as say anything, Hazama, as he called himself, spoke to the crossdressing boy borrowing her jacket.

Hell...he knew who he was too...what information could she possibly provide someone who seemed to know quite a bit already? All she could think of were the details of her last mission with Chris or what she was currently looking into since there wasn't much information on both at this time. Maybe it was from one of her other missions...? "Well....Captain Hazama, I didn't hear of the organization you work for until now. As for the questions you'd like me to answer...I'll consider it, but it'll have to wait until I'm done here. Those dog shaped snowmen over there contain B.O.Ws, I wouldn't doubt you know how dangerous they are if you have enough information to track me down." Just about to continue on with her work of destroying the remains of the mini snow village...or at least make sure `Captain` Hazama understood she'd comply...that's when a feminine voice seemed to be speaking in her direction after a series of snow crunching steps.

Turning to fully face the voice, she knew better than to turn her back on a potentially dangerous stranger but hey...she was keeping an ear out for anything that sounded like a weapon or movement in her direction just in case. It was bad enough something caught her off guard earlier. Taking note of the insignia on both her helmet and upon her uniform when she glanced at the name tag to address her properly. Being someone who had undergone U.S Delta Forces Training, she knew the importance of properly speaking to someone. "The situation is under control, Staff Sergent McAllister." A thunderous crash as though a bolt of lightning crashed somewhere nearby followed by horrendously loud thunder from the sound. What was with all the interruptions today?

Was something out there hellbent on postponing her task so it would take her even longer to attempt getting a little closer to finding Wesker's true whereabouts or even Spencer?! Part of her couldn't help but get a little frustrated at that thought but those feelings washed away like a good ol' fashioned toilet flush when she turned to face it hoping that it wasn't some big fricking B.O.W of some kind torpedoed in her general direction. But...it was a manhole somewhere in the near distance that glowed in a REALLY unnatural manner....even had...a..humanoid shape to it? "What the hell is going on here..." Muttering out those words in a slightly confused fashion that hinted off her slight surprise yet a little more irritation sprinkled on in there. After all she'd been through, she had all rights to be a little pissed off about the sudden phenomenon going on rather than `Oooing and aweing` with the general public here and there. Placing her free hand over the handle of her gun as well, keeping it slightly to the side...she'd deal with the B.O.W's contained by the snow later.

They would probably stay still as long as no one disrupt it or something stupid like that. Lucky for her as well as those close to the crime scene she was investigating, the strange event happened far enough to not affect their area let alone harm either of them. Carefully, cautiously....she approached the area where...a boy popped out?! Yeeaaah she kinda sorta missed his crash landing earlier He looked odd...and armored...maybe he was an experimental weapon of some sort? Quickly pointing her gun toward him to make sure he stayed put and that if he was going to try anything harmful that she'd be able to fire a bullet or two at him...er...even if his armor looked like a mere handgun's bullets wouldn't do jack-diddly-squat. But before she could so much as say anything...he was smiling and spitting out a bit of snow as he said mentioned something hurting. Lowering her gun a bit as he collapsed, her heartstrings got tugged on to go ahead and make sure the younger looking armored kid was alright....espeeecially when he flopped down into his own little land mark.

This better not get her killed before dealing with the shades wearing bastard she was hellbent on seeking out sooner rather than later...in fact she even kept her handy dandy gun at the ready to be pointed at the strange boy and pull the trigger if need be.

[bridget]

Bridget looked wide eyes, someone knew him. The young bounty hunter wasn't too sure of what to think of this whole thing. I mean, the guy said he was an acclaimed bounty hunter. Since when?! Bridget rarely ever got his mark and was generally seen by the higher ups as someone they send after the impossible marks just to keep him out of their hair. However, he wasn't going to be annoyed at something as flattering as that. Bridget nodded shyly, not really sure at all about the intentions of this man. I mean his overall demeanour was strange and erratic, it was almost like he was going to try something against the duo. This 'Captain Hazama' was a strange one, and that's something when it comes from Bridget. He stared curiously at this individual when something else caught his eye.

"More company." he said softly as a woman approached with a small squad, his eyes fixated on them now. Bridget wasn't quite suite how to react but if they looked like the army they must be good, right? He stared at the woman with a fearful look on his face. He saw very few good things able to come out of this with quite so many people around, especially one as odd as that green haired man. Bridget knew his fair share of creeps and even was friends with a few creepy individuals. I mean, his friend Dr Faust is a 10 foot tall surgeon with a bag on his head, yet he's helped Bridget fight against the gears and Slayer. This new man might actually be nice. Still, best to keep caution around those like him.

As Bridget was just about to question this new woman a crashing sound was heard and a young boy had made quite an imprint in the snow. He looked really odd, covered in blue armour. He wasn't really that scary looking like other people he'd seen in armour. He actually looked kind of friendly, let's hope he really is friendly and not just appearing that way. I mean, some of the most friendly looking people can really be mean... Take Roger for instance, he was a sweet looking teddy on the outside but really had a severe attitude problem, he was still good hearted though if not a bit of a jerk. Bridget walked up to the hole "Hey mister! Are you alive?" he said with a curious tone to his voice, staring at the human shaped crater in the snow that this blue man had left.

[Hazama]

Hazama couldn't help but sigh once he heard Jill's answer. Less with the whole 'I'm busy right now' stuff, and more with the 'I have no idea what the NOL is, are you a biological terrorist?' vibe he was getting from her. However, he soon spoke up once again once he saw Bridget's awkward bowing. He placed his hand on his hat and spoke casually, yet without hostilities.

"Oh, don't be so modest Mr. Harkness. I've seen the names your normally sent to bag. 'Sol Badguy', various members of the 'Assassin's Guild', encounters with so called 'Jellyfish Pirates', really, even if you didn't capture these people, for a person as young as you to even survive these encounters is extremely impressive."

Before he could continue with a response to Jill, a new group arrived, none other than the United States Marine Corps., this squad lead apparently by a Staff Sergent McAlistor, adorn in a rather cumbersome helmet and pair of shades...odd. Hazama felt a little more 'umph' from here than from her many compatriots...but that was to be a mystery for another day. Hazama had an idea in which he could make the group useful.

"...Mrs. Valentine, why not allow this group to handle the Bio Organic Weapons? They seem far better equip to deal with the situation, no? And, if you'd be so kind as to allow me, I could quickly ask you my questions and be on my way...assuming both you and Mrs. Staff Sergent McAlistor are willing t-"

Suddenly, there was a flash that Hazama seemed to have mist. A disk, flying at a exceedingly fast rate slammed into the near-by snow, suddenly drawing his complete attention...as well as internal scorn. He reached into his jacket and pulled several knives from an internal pocket, and kept them at the ready to throw at the humanoid if it dare show even a hint of hostility...though aganist armor like that, he'd need to blow his cover to be effective, least he poked about the joints or neck area.

'Goddamn...another visitor? Well...damn. At first it was just the Valentine girl, then the Harkness kid, now I gotta' deal with both this damn blue...thing and the marines...Takamakahara better be grateful for thi-'

Suddenly, Bridget moved towards the blue figure, greeting it in a warm, friendly manner...that was a big no no indeed. What the hell was he doing?! Goddamn, that kid was thick alright, how he managed to survive those top-tier bounties was beyond Hazama. He moved towards Bridget, pulling him away swiftly. He kept his hand on his shoulder, as if to calm or protect the boy-- maybe it'd be best to get the brat to trust him for now, least he go about doing something stupid. Who knows, it might even give him leverage with Mrs. B.S.A.A. and her Marine cohorts...

"Mr. Harkness! Please, do not touch that thing, it could very well turn hostile and blow your arm off...Marines, If I may be so bold, I suggest you stay on your guard. Same with you Mrs. Valentine."

[cheryl]

Ms. Valentine replied to her inquiry while Cheryl was looking the bunch over, saying that the situation was under control. So then, was that it? Just leave and let her handle it? No one could blame her for turning back around and resuming her squad's regular patrol route. Yet she was compelled to remain. The Marines in her squad were probably anxious to resume, since it was close to the end of their shift. Although they all remained stoic and silent, Cheryl knew they all groaned with dissatisfaction and disappointment inward. She too wanted to leave, to get off duty and go do whatever. But something was fishy.

She almost wanted to ask something to the effect of Are you sure? to make certain things were indeed okay. Maybe it was the snowmen. SSgt. McAllister wasn't present earlier, but the sight of them bunched together in such an unusual way like this did look a bit out of place. But she couldn't have known that they potentially contained dead bodies. Word of it hadn't traveled down her chain of command to her yet anyway. And as if she needed further validity for her urge to stay and make sure things were in order, the man opened his mouth. And Bio Organic Weapons didn't seem in the average Joe's vocabulary.

She was about to question the man, namely who he was and what business he had here, when a loud sound startled her. With her large, goblin ears, still hidden by her helmet, it impacted her the most. She was assaulted by the most exquisite pain before recovering a second later, her ears still ringing. The other Marines, all human, didn't share her weakness, so they turned and leveled their weapons at the newcomer before she did.

Immediately after Cheryl took that brief moment to recover from the ear splitting noise, she turned and and took aim. A man or....something in blue armor appeared. The voice was masculine, so Cheryl assumed it was a man. She hadn't much time to study anything further about him before the man in the prim and proper attire started giving advice what she assumed was the obvious, namely about keeping their guard up.

Without turning to face him, Cheryl remarked "Oh, is that what we should do? Cause ya know, I figured we'd completely ignore whatever it is. In fact, I was just thinking about putting down our guns altogether. "But you have green font, so I assume you know best." Her tone of voice was saturated with annoyance and cynicism. But there was something else about what she said that probably didn't sneak past anyone's ears either. Although Cheryl didn't turn to see them, each of her teammates quirked an eyebrow at her green font comment, although they dismissed it as her misspeaking. Surely she meant to say green hair.

Once Cheryl stopped her little mini tantrum, she was able to concentrate on the stranger more. She suddenly perked up, giddy as a schoolgirl. Or an idiot. Or a lunatic. "Zoh my gawd! It's Samus from Metroid Prime!" she shouted, followed by "Hey, I thought you were supposed to be a girl!"

[megaman]

Dazed, confused, and in quite a lot of pain Megaman slowly shifted his head in the snow, his helmet enlarging the head shaped hole in the snow. His head was slightly buried but he was able to hear them well enough. He tried to get the darkness he was seeing behind his eyes to stop spinning so he could hopefully stand up, the... whatever that was had taken a lot out of him. While lying there trying to recover he thought about what he had briefly seen while he was looking around.

There had been snow, lots of snow, and sky... snow and sky meant he wasn't underground any longer. That and the brief sight of buildings and people meant he was not only outside but in a city... a weird city. He had seen cars and the like but they had looked weird, so many rounded edges, not blocky at all. And since Roll was not screaming in his ear either the radio was down or he was out of range wherever he was... he groaned at that thought. Either way would involve much screaming at him when he got back.

Speaking... Thinking of violent woman he realized the woman he had briefly seen when he raised his head had a gun pointed at him... that could be bad, not that it looked like an impressive weapon, it was almost a joke how small the barrel had been but he knew a gun when it was pointed at him, not only that but very official looking in all that black she was wearing... Megaman moaned quietly. He bet he would get fined for this.

Slowly he started gathering what people were saying.

"Hey mister! Are you alive?"
"
Mr. Harkness! Please, do not touch that thing, it could very well turn hostile and blow your arm off...Marines, If I may be so bold, I suggest you stay on your guard. Same with you Mrs. Valentine."

and something about green... font? followed by...

"Zoh my gawd! It's Samus from Metroid Prime!"
"Hey, I thought you were supposed to be a girl!"

... Megaman had to admit he had landed with crazier people before and if he was more cynical he would be saddened by that. Slowly he lifted his head and tried to match voices to faces. He got the feeling the woman with a gun... who had put it away but had it nearby... and looked concerned now... did not appear to have been one of the ones that had spoken. None of the remarks made seemed to match her concerned and serious visage.... if the weird green haired man had been the one to make the comment to the 'Mr. Harkness' He wondered who he had been talking to... would make life so much easier if everyone came with name tags. He figured the "Mister are you alright" had to come from the strange little girl with the yoyo and bear... and that left the... pale woman in a uniform for the "Samus" comment. He wondered who that was as well...

Megaman levered himself up. First looking to the two that seemed actually concerned about him.

"I am fine... I have survived worst then that..."

Smiling he rubbed the back his helmet bashfully. Actually it hurt.. it hurt quite a bit but it wasn't anything serious so no since worrying the nice ones. Slowly he shifted his gaze to the man with green hair who had... knives in his hands...

"By the way I am NOT a thing and my name is not Samus Aran. My name is Megaman, Megaman Volnutt.. I am a Digger, I have a license if anyone is worried about that. "

Smiling he held out his hand and a card appeared in it displaying a three dimensional picture of Megaman without his helmet, smiling slightly foolishly as dark brown ridiculously spiky hair jutted forth from his head. He pointed it at everyone as he began to speak again, this time not looking at those around him.

"Roll? Are you there Roll?... Roll come in... as I thought... out of range."

As he stood there talking to the empty air it slowly dawned on him the others were looking at him strangely.

"Oh sorry, was trying to reach my Watcher Roll, I think whatever that all was in the ruins we were exploring sent me out of range. Maybe someone could direct me to a phone? I could call her... umm... what city am I in anyways. Also could you lower those guns... "


Slowly it also dawned on him that a squad of seriously looking men were pointing rifles the like of which he had never seen before at him. He blinked at this then back at the knives in the hands of the green haired man and back at the pistol on the side of the woman in front of him. He blinked for a while and then started looking around cautiously.

"Oh... Oh... is something going on, are pirates on their way? I can help! I am good at fighting pirates."

Megaman nodded as he lifted up his right arm and paid no attention as his right armored hand retracted into his wrist and vanished revealing a gaping cannon barrel in it's place. A yellow glow began to radiate from the back of the inside of the barrel, a light at the end of the tunnel... a harsh unfriendly light.

[Jill Valentine]

In all honesty, before she headed on over to the human shaped hole, the words of Captain Hazama she caught wind of toward her companion wasn't exactly something she understood. Probably because those names or individuals weren't involved in bioterrorism...and...she may have been busy with other things at the time to not really even hear them in passing on the news or something. Sure, they sounded like impressive, big name types from the way that man who had hair reminding her of a vibrant green highlighter...so maybe her new partner was more skilled in combat than she initially thought. Only time could tell...but one thing was certain, whoever...whatever the bounty hunter has gone after didn't require death. Anyway...there was a suggestion from the fellow who wanted to question her, have the Marines deal with the B.O.W's so he could get his questions and out of the way. Such a suggestion didn't seem irrational or even stupid, hell she even considered agreeing with him but the biggest concern for her was if the Marines were actually trained for how to deal with the new threats, namely the B.O.Ws since it's not like they're as easy as the usual run of the mill zombies. Unfortunately though with the random intrusion, Ms. Valentine really didn't have the time to say anything and just rush to check on what the hell crash landed there.

Oh well...she'd respond to him soon enough...suspicious or not, she had no grounds to accuse him of being affiliated with Wesker or any of those other bioterrorist bastards....not enough evidence. Besides, as odd as he seemed, even she knew there were organizations out there she wasn't fully aware of due to how `hush hush` they were. Especially in this day and age with all the variety pack of craziness going on. Anyway...with her attention on the blue armored boy for the most part, her peripherals cause a glimpse of her companion keeping a bad tempered teddy on his back coming to check on the situation as well. Er...but...he seemed to have tossed caution to the wind...and replaced it with concern. Sure, she was also concerned, but Jill was keeping her guard up just in case it was a trap of some sort. Everything was considered as a battlefield for now...a soldier letting their guard down in an environment where danger was commonplace, that was only a slip up an ignorant civilian or rookie could do.

It was official, Bridget HAD TO be under her wing of care to teach him how to be both compassionate and cautious at the same time. Losing another partner...she just didn't want that to happen ever again. Hazama had the right idea to approach this guy with caution and thankfully seemed to be watching out for the young, ambitious bounty hunter. Slightly glancing over, only averting her attention from the blue armored teen who showed up out of no where for a second before giving him a nod that seemed to scream `Roger!`. In fact, she WAS about to say something but Staff Sergent McAllister's words were just so...weird to say the very least. Did she just say `green font`? What in the hell...she thought they had psychological exams or was that one of the weirdest word fumbles? This day was just a big cluster f-4KIDS-ck to put it lightly and in just a massive nutshell.

Well whatever the case was with the goblin Marine, she was going to be helpful rather than not so again, whatever as long as things were dealt with and moved along so she could finally get a late lunch and away from the insanity...even for a moment. Oh but like the `you have green font, so I assume you know best` comment wasn't weird enough...oh no no no. Good ol' McAllister just HAD TO make herself even more strange to say the VERY least...now she was blabbering on about the boy being Samus from Metroid Prime and how he was supposed to be a girl. Maybe it was from a game, sounded like it, but in all honesty...she really hadn't a clue since she didn't have the time to goof around. Acquiring a look that seemed to be crossed with a bit of confusion and SLIGHT annoyance within her eyes while still maintaining a whole professional thing for a few moments as a response to the other woman's words...she just kept her eyes locked on the boy and listened to him speak. Trying to make sense of everything was...well...almost hopeless at this point. So far she gathered he was something that could probably be in the front lines of a battle and...knew of this Samus woman...ok...it must be a game or something...er..anyway...he was also something called a `Digger`.

Either that was a codename or some sort or an actual job of some sort since it had a license which seemed to show his name was Megaman Volnutt, not exactly your typical John Doe name...guh...she'd have to ask about all of that...but it'd have to wait until he was done speaking. Aaaand there it was, his license...the kid seemed like a goofball rather than someone who was going to start a huge problem...but still she stayed sharp. Honestly, with her history she learned just about anyone can ram a knife in someone's back and twist it around...or...toss them into a jail cell...or....sick a bloody monster only trying to kill THEIR unit....the list could go on and on. Wait...now...he was trying to talk to someone named Roll? Did he have some sort of communication device? From mere observation she couldn't see anything...so either he was potentially borderline crazy like the Marine goblin OR had a radio of some kind in his helmet. The out of range comment made it safe for her to assume that he was definitely trying to radio someone...boy could she relate to a busted radio, one of the things that pissed her off...namely in a life or death situation.

Apparently, this Roll person was what he called a watcher. Wait a second....from the sound of it he was in some sort of ruins and hadn't a clue where he was right now. Maybe the watcher was a contact who was on the outside in case of emergency and ready to provide back up? Jill didn't know but facts were he wanted to borrow a phone to contact her and a request to lower their guns. Didn't seem like he was too familiar with authority. Right when she was about to start questioning him calmly to see if she should try to persuade the Marines to follow through with his request, that's when he started on about pirates and how he was good at fighting them. Awkward to say the least but when she saw his arm change into a canon and start to glow she looked like she meant serious buisness and positioned her gun to aim point blank at his head while saying, "Lower YOUR weapon, Megaman Volnutt...I won't ask you twice."

That right there was a professional demand that would be followed through with a bullet if he tried anything. Not as if he seemed like a criminal, just she wasn't going to take any risks since that just only endangered others and there were plenty of lives at stake. There were going to be no more `shoulda coulda woulda`s today if she could stop it. "Bridget, Captain Hazama...while Staff Sergent McAllister and her men deal with the new visitor...would you two mind helping me take out the B.O.W's? I understand the Marines are better equipped than I am at the moment, but chances are unless the training program changed for Marines, they don't have the proper training, this is more their speed if you catch my drift. In turn for your help, Captain Hazama, I'll answer your questions sooner rather than later so you can be on your way." Those words were spoken in a manner that seemed a bit casual but still giving off that `on the job` sort of vibe.

Until she knew for certain the Marines had this guy fully under control, she kept her eyes locked on the blue armored boy and gun aimed right for a fatal shot between the eyes. Hopefully she wouldn't have to pull the trigger for anything other than killing off abominations of bioterrorists. Goodness, to think for a moment this boy was PROBABLY not armed...there goes giving someone the benefit of a doubt...um...even if it was for just a lil' while.

[bridget]

Bridget stared into the green haired man's direction, Hazama had made mention of the people Bridget had been contracted to arrest. The ones that stood out from the statement were the Jellyfish Pirates. The squad lead by Johnny were good friends of Bridget after he was told to hunt them down and bring them to 'The Man'. It was only then when Bridget realized the men he were sent to fight were actually on the side of good. Sol Badguy, on the other hand. Less said about him the better. He's caused quite the headache for Bridget from his elusiveness and pure strength. Bridget had only once even come close to arresting him and it was all in vain as he knocked Bridget out. Still, atleast he wasn't killed like he did to most of the others sent to find him.

Bridget soon felt his body being pulled back from the crater in the ground, looking at Hazama as he said it"Uh-huh... Bridget said quietly with a nod after Hazama told him it could be a hostile enemy. He had a habit of being naive and nice to almost anybody, which was a weakness of his. Bridget had too pure a heart to not react with concern when someone's looking to be hurt. Amongst all the cacophony he heard the marine lady call the being 'Samus'. Who the hell is this Samus woman? Honestly, this lady just seemed pure crazy by Bridget's standards. He often didn't judge but it seemed him and Jill were the only possible two who weren't creepy.

Bridget's eyes widened as he saw the boy in blue armour's arm turning into what looked like a deadly weapon. He shrieked and threw his arms up infront of his face, quivering from the sight of something so scary. "Eeep!" he squealed out, opening one eye to see Jill now aiming a firearm at his head. "Ohmygosh, you're so cool!" Bridget blurted out randomly. He often had a habit of hero worshipping people who were strong and tough, it's what he's always wanted to be and how he dreams of being someday.

[Hazama]

"Ah, Mrs. Valentine...I'm afraid that there is a problem with your proposal. You see, speaking with you, while it is of the highest importance for my organization, is...well...conflicting with another task of the highest importance at he moment...one I'm afraid I cannot leave the Marines to."

Hazama sighed. Yes yes, the woman pointing a weapon at the inter-dimensional entity is way cool, almost as cool as the person that tries to bicycle kick Cthulhu. Then again, Hazama could hardly blame them for being naive in the department of reality-bending beings, but still...even if something appears friendly, no, ESPECALLY if it appears friend WHILE having hyper-advanced body armor and weapons...you do NOT point a gun at it.

"...Mrs. Valentine. I'm afraid you have absolutely no idea how to handle these sorts of situations...call it crazy, but I think that it's mostly unwise for you to place a gun at the temple of the heavily armored well armed robotic organism from another dimension. It doesn't do too much for first impressions.

He took his hat off and held it in his hand, showing off the volume of his green hair as he crouched down to Megaman's level. He smiled a thin smile, which seemed to be both welcoming...and slightly unnerving, especally when pared with his eternally closed eyes. He spoke as if he knew exactly what he was talking about, as if he knew exactly what had happened to 'Megaman' as it were...

"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Voltnutt. My name is Hazama, Captain of the Novus Orbis Librariums Intelligence Department. To your right, is Mrs. Jill Valentine of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance or B.S.A.A., to your left, Mr. Bridget Harkness, bounty hunter. Behind me is a squad of the United States of America's Marine Corps, lead by the ever obnoxious Staff Sergent MacAlistor apparently...and I'm guessing, your not exactly from around here, because you haven't heard of a single one of those organizations before, correct? So, if you could, please give me an exact description of what transpired prior to you being shot out from the heavens themselves."

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[cheryl]

(FINALLY posted! VERY sorry, everyone!)

"By the way I am NOT a thing and my name is not Samus Aran. My name is Megaman, Megaman Volnutt.. I am a Digger, I have a license if anyone is worried about that," said the newcomer in the high tech, blue suit of armor. Cheryl retorted with, "Whatever, Master Chief," shortly before events started to take a turn for the ugly.

If the stranger's word could be trusted, they at least knew his name. But other than that and his physical appearance, the man was a complete unknown. Did he have super strength? Could he fly? Was he a cyborg? And exactly how durable was that suit of armor of his? What could it protect him from? Did it have....built in weapons? Why yes it did. Megaman would comment about pirates and how he was good at fighting them, then his right hand transformed into what appeared to be a weapon.

In rhythm with Ms. Valentine, Cheryl and her Marines cocked their guns and took aim at Megaman, partly due to reflex and partly due to common sense. Not afflicted with the same stupidity that blighted the villains in the RoboCop movies, they took aim at the fleshy facial region, the only exposed part. But maybe it was all metal underneath, like Terminator.

Keeping her shotgun trained on Megaman, she motioned for her Marines to stay put and then walked closer, peering over the green haired man's shoulder. Although she never once lowered her weapon, she never gave the impression she was intent on firing it. Indeed, there was something about this Megaman's demeanor. He seemed harmless, albeit a bit clueless. But that weapon of his, assuming it was still drawn, could not be ignored.

She waited until the green haired fellow finished explanation before doing anything further. Insightful, since she didn't know who the little girl with the bear was nor did she know Hazama's name, so it was a nice little learning experience. Of course, once the green haired fellow started to question the newcomer about where he was from, Cheryl had to intervene there. This Megaman probably wasn't an enemy. Or was he? No, probably not. Still, it wouldn't hurt to know a few other things about him. And more importantly, get him on their side. Well, her side.

Still peering over Hazama's shoulder, her shotgun still at the ready, she said, "That's enough, Captain Hazama. Go do whatever it was you need to do with Jill. Leave Big Blue to me."

Her voice completely lacked the giddiness that had saturated her tone only moments earlier, when she made the Samus comment. Now it was back to the same professional tone as before. A tone that issued an order, not a request. And Hazama probably knew why. Being under a zombie pandemic meant they were also under martial law, which meant Cheryl, being a Marine, was in charge, which meant no one would punish her if she decided to slam the butt of her shotgun into the back of Hazama's skull for civil disobedience, which she was in the perfect position to do so, which was the very reason she approached him from behind and took aim at Megaman over Hazama's shoulder when he crouched down and took his hat off.

Then again, Jill was also in authority too. And it's entirely possible that she and Cheryl could get into a headbutting contest over what falls under whose jurisdiction. She kept that thought to the back of her head though. Right now, Megaman warranted more attention. And right now, after telling Hazama to go back to tending to Jill, which hopefully wouldn't get ugly either, Cheryl regarded Megaman again with, "I don't think you're a badguy, are you? By the way, you're in New York City, New York, United States of America, North America, planet Earth."

She craned her neck forward, her helmet and dark shades still hiding her big goblin ears and eyes, concealing much of her emotional state from the others. But she cocked her head to the side and finally lowered her gun, "Umm, does that help at all? And if you come with me, I can help get you a phone, but I'll have to get you questioned first. We'll even give you a bite to eat. Deal?"

[megaman]

Truth be told it was alot for Megaman was process, he had just been trying to help when the nice lady pointed a gun at his face, the green haired man starting chatting... about letters, and robot organs and how he was a librarian or something and the woman was working for letters and the other girl was a corpse and the other other girl was a bounty hunter and nearly everyone was pointing weapons at him. His head swiveled as he tried to take everything in, as he tried to understand. So much to take in, so many people asking him for things and then the other lady who was a corpse pointing a gun at him telling him about things that made no sense... New York New york? why did she say it twice? What was an America and why was it North... and of course he had heard of Earth it was his planet. He was belwildered and it showed in his face as it screwed up seeming just short of screaming in frustration.

Guns in his face, all pointed at him... what happened next was purely on automatic. His legs pistoned into the ground and propelled him skyward, much higher then a human could jump, his body twisting so his back was to the threat and with suprising grace he landed on the opposite side of a parked car from the others, his glared at them confused and a little angry.

"WHY IS EVERYONE POINTING GUNS AT ME?! WHY DO I NEED TO PUT MY WEAPON DOWN? I HAVE A LICENSE! I AM A DIGGER! I CAN'T PUT IT DOWN IT IS PART OF MY ARM!! WHY CAN'T ANYONE USE WORDS THAT I CAN UNDERSTAND! I DON'T KNOW WHAT A BI... a bio... ORGAN IS! I DON'T KNOW WHAT A DEMONSON IS AND IT SOUNDS BAD! I DON'T KNOW WHY A LIBRARIAN IS ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS WITH BIG WORDS AND WHY DOES HE HAVE GREEN HAIR AND KNIVES! AND WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHY A LITTLE GIRL WITH A TOY AND A TEDDY BEAR IS WITH SO MANY ARMED PEOPLE! I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE TILL SOMEONE STARTS ASKING MY QUESTIONS!"

Megaman's expression calmed, the stormy look of defiance faded. He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to yell. He just wanted to know what was going on. He didn't know what a 'Master Chef" was or why the undead girl thought he was one. Or why people thought pointing guns at him was okay... but he didn't like it and his face showed it. Truth be told he didn't think they could damage him but he didn't like being looked like the way some of them looked at him.... like a thing...

[Jill Valentine]

This...was going absolutely no where...it was like a train stuck in its tracks waiting for a line of protesters against technology to move out of the way: nothing useful was coming out of this. Sure, she got a little irritated when good ol' Captain Hazama pretty much shunned her offer and Bridget was too busy fawning over how she handled her gun. As flattering as it was, she wasn't trying to impress anyone, just doing her job, really and it didn't help that it was as though her request pretty much went in one ear and out the other for the crossdresser who was rather helpful earlier. Though she calmed down a little after realizing that the green haired captain was just trying to make sense of everything and help this Megaman Volnutt boy out...but that's when the Staff Sargent with her shot gun trained on the boy much like herself and the Marines there. Yeah...they all needed a different strategy at the rate things were going and she knew nothing good could come out from getting under Captain Hazama's skins. When someone only carried knives, that meant they knew damn well how to use them and he was right...she didn't quite know how to handle this situation since it was just plain ol' out of the norm for her. But as far as she could tell what he was asking their blue armor clad visitor from who knows where were relevant questions that could possibly help them figure something out about him.

Ok...so while all this talking was going on, she gradually lowered her gun and figured maybe it would be a better idea to treat him like a lost, confused child? It seemed like a silly concept...but what did she have to lose? Worst case scenario it would be getting blasted but she had endured getting smacked like a rag doll multiple times and if it happened again, so be it. Sometimes risks had to be taken in order to reach a solution and hell, it was practically her life on the job in a nutshell. Plus, McAllister didn't seem to be handling the situation with much grace but at least it was obvious enough to see she was making an effort so it'd probably be best to step aside and get back to work....but with the way she spoke to this Hazama guy may not have been the best. Sure, he seemed pretty calm at the moment but what if he was at his breaking point? Then there was the main focus of the moment and he was having himself a meltdown...great.

Just...peachy, the boy with a cannon arm was finally reaching his wit's end. Well, since it looked like they ALL failed to reason with him the first time around it was obviously time to take a new approach and Captain Hazama's comment as a form of advice. Clearly as suspicious as he was knew more about how to deal with this sort of scenario than she did. Fully lowering her gun after the boy spoke, she holstered her gun and thought about his questions and statements...trying to figure out what to say. So far, treating him like a lost child was her best bet...and convincing Mr. I'm with the Novus Orbis Librariums Intelligence Department to set up a meeting with her when things were a little less hectic like a day or two from now. Sure she would appreciate his help right now but it seemed like he and Staff Sargent McAllister would be butting heads like crazy and seeing how Martial Law was in effect it may not end well. Taking a couple of steps closer to the lime green haired man who looked like he'd be suited for a rendition of Smooth Criminal, she placed a hand upon his shoulder and spoke in a tone that requested his cooperation while hinting off she was trying to be a bit polite at the same time keeping at a whisper, "Captain Hazama, I think I've got an idea for how to deal with the situation now, or at least better than I did earlier thanks to your example. For now, I recommend taking your leave and we can discuss what you wanted to talk about at a later day...Staff Sargent McAllister doesn't exactly seem to be in the best mood. It's better not to upset the Marine Corps."

No sarcasm was found in her tone as she spoke, but toward the end while mentioning a particular Staff Sargent, it seemed more along the lines that even the way she said it was that of a friend advising against something like a fairly bad idea that could cause fatal injury. Taking her hand off his shoulder, she did something that was considerably crazy and began walking over to the car the boy decided to use as a soap box. Looking up to him, she held up her hand as though she wanted to help him down. Jill couldn't help but feel really awkward having to treat someone who looked like a teen as though he was a lost little kid, and just HOPED this was going to work. Even though she thought he may have been a threat...he actually seemed like a goodhearted person and probably should have given that a little more thought before reacting on impulse. Too late for that now...time to salvage this mess! Giving him a gentle smile as though trying to tell him through her composure that everything was going to be ok, her tone was that of a gentle police officer speaking to a distraught child...thoughtful but maintaining a bit of an attitude one would expect from an authoritative figure...

"Megaman, we're not used to diggers here and it's a little confusing to us as well so it would help all of us understand if you explained what it is diggers do. As for Captain Hazama, the guy with green hair and knives he may have been born like that, I'm not really sure since I don't know him personally but I do know he was just trying to help you out seeing that it's his job." Or at least that's what it seemed like to her, "I don't know why he carries so many knives...but I do know that Bridget, the boy borrowing my jacket with the teddy bear tries to find bad people and turn them into the police. My job is to handle these things bad people with a lot of knowledge and the means to make horrible creatures and send them out to do awful things. What I do is try to make sure I stop them so that innocent people can be safe from becoming infected and turning into monsters." Gesturing her hand toward Staff Sargent McAllister and her men, she continued speaking HOPING her explanation was going to get through to him... "Those are Marines, they're part of the United States Armed Forces, nice people who put their lives on the line to protect civilians, innocent people, against bad people trying to commit crimes against our country with weapons so that we can live our lives freely in a safe country. So will you come down and tell us a bit about yourself so we can get to know you and maybe what happened?"

After all that she kept up her composure and held her hands up to try and help him down even though it was obvious he could probably get down all on his own like a big boy. Hey, at this point trying to be helpful PROBABLY wouldn't hurt if he took a bit of solace in her words. ...and she really didn't try to make it sound like she viewed him as an idiot but she figured simplifying the words by speaking to him as if he may have been a lost child was her best bet since he said so himself: he didn't understand their big, confusing words.

[bridget]

Bridget's gaze was focused mostly on the blue armoured boy that had the artillery pointed towards him. Part of him was amazed by how cool this all was still. I mean, it's rare you see something that might be an alien and some awesomely tough woman, a creepy guy with a knife and the marines. It was just like being in a movie. It'll work out good for him though, after all the plucky kid sidekick always lives, right? He's always been the one to come out without a scratch. Bridget never really got too hurt when going out on missions, often relying on his crazy amount of luck to get himself out of the sticky situations he was trapped in. Bridget was playing with the hem of his dress as he stared around at the various cacophony of voices. Having no idea where to chime in he bit on his lip and stared around confused.

'WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHY A LITTLE GIRL WITH A TOY AND A TEDDY BEAR IS WITH SO MANY ARMED PEOPLE!' What did he just say? "Little girl?...." the young boy was fuming now, as his new friend Jill was calmly explaining he threw his slender arms into the air. "I'm not a girl! Didn't you hear him call me mister?! I'm not a girl, not a girl, not a girl! Ugh! Why do people have so much goshdarn trouble?..." the young boy squealed out, the words barely even coherent coming out of his wide open mouth, eyes screwed tightly shut as he let out his barrage, Bridget rarely lost his temper and if someone called him a girl once upon meeting he'd go at it calmly, but this blue person had been told countless times Bridget was a 'mister' and seemingly just ignored it. He wasn't paying attention to what Jill was telling the blue boy now and whimpered to himself in a slightly childish manner, pouting a bit.