Age of AI: Rebooted (Age of Rebellion Re-Reboot) (Crossover RP)

(...yeah fair enough)

(honestly when I decided to request her I was so focused on the personality aspect that I forgot that even brought down to mortal (which is when I'd be taking her; I've only watched the anime and since that's not caught up to the light novels I don't actually know how Aqua fares at the end) she knows shit like. Resurrection. Which can be kind of a tension killer.)

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Elsewhere, in another world...

A small city in Japan sits comfortably, unperturbed by the signal spreading elsewhere. It's a rather quaint place, populated with windmills big and small, with the tallest standing right in the center. In the streets, high schoolers talk shop, people blog about the sights, ramen stands sell their wares, and an odd man dressed as Santa Claus is giving away presents in the middle of Spring, but that's hardly unusual. If anything, it's a rather calm day all-around, complete with a gentle breeze pushing the windmills along their merry way.

It wouldn't be the Windy City without some wind, after all.

And there, just out of place in the skyline of the city, is a small, blue metal beetle flying through the air, heading towards one target with a single-minded determination. Sort of. Right in the middle of its flight, it suddenly stops and turns into a phone, nearly falling all the way to the ground as it blares out a bit of garbled static. It manages to overcome the odd spell in time, however, turning back just before it hits the ground and resuming its flight with vigor (startling some residents as it does so).

The beetle quickly closes in on its target - a man casually sitting on a motorcycle - and flies in, turning back into the phone form at the end of its flight. The man in the car catches the phone as it drops, flipping it open to see a picture of some figures in black carrying a bunch of crates into a warehouse.

"Got you." Adjusting his red jacket, the man puts on his motorcycle helmet, leans in, and drives away, leaving nothing but dust in his wake.

It's a peaceful day in Futo...for most. And Ryu Terui isn't about to let that change.

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"Lightning, lightning...where can I find lightning?"

In the outskirts of a dense forest, some distance away from a rather odd house, a young teenage girl dressed in a blue and white hoodie and gray pants anxiously paces in a circle.

Luz Noceda, sole human resident of the Boiling Isles, has a bit of an unprecedented issue. Well, not exactly unprecedented - she knew this was going to pop up sooner or later after she lost access to her only way home - but that didn't make her any more prepared to deal with it.

Her phone was about to lose its charge.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. She'd dealt with this plenty of times, both in the boring human world and the newfound terrifying fantasy world. Except all those times before, she wasn't locked out of the human world, nor was she on the verge of losing one of her only connections to the home she left behind, a world she wouldn't be able to go for who knows how long-

"GAH!" With that, Luz slumps down on the ground and groans.

...hence her current problem - trying to find a way to charge it with magic.

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On the outskirts of another forest, a mighty wall stands firm.

Taller than most buildings and thick enough for any one section to comfortably fit two mortar shells from front to end if it was hollow, this solid foundation of earth and stone has an overwhelming presence - as it should. It serves as the sole protection of the Aetherian Forest, protecting it from all invaders...and the invaders from what lies within.

None know this better than the Wall Runners, and right now, the greatest among them is watching guard.

Standing tall along the wall's edge, a large, humanoid beetle with a shell of rock stands as solid as the wall below him. His yellow eyes scan the environment, ever vigilant.

Kragg, the Earth's Bastion...

...is a little tired at the moment, if he's being honest, but he's not going to let that stop him. His duty comes first.

Still, he can't suppress the low yawn that comes out of his throat.

"...more sleep could be good." He mutters to himself.

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In yet another world, an inconspicuous train chugs along the tracks, passing by grassy fields with blue skies overhead.

In one of the cars near the back of the train, a blonde teenager wearing a dull gray jacket and blue jeans sits on a water tank - actually, she's surrounded by them; clearly this is a car meant for cargo - looks up at the ceiling, slowly tapping the tank below her to break the monotony.

"...it's been a while since I've been home...they'll be having the Sheep Festival by now, won't they?" She muses. "Yeah, they will. A shame I won't be able to participate..."

For even if she weren't on the run, even if she didn't have to stay hidden - Winry Rockbell would be finding it rather hard to unwind. Not when she knew what was to come. Not when she knew what was going to be at stake in a matter of days.

Honestly, it's a good thing she doesn't know what's going to come far, far sooner.

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And in a heat-blasted waste, surrounded by nothing but junk and scrap, a lone boombox rests, playing out some beats to an audience of none - beats that some might say are, in fact, rather funky fresh.

The bursts of static aren't funky fresh, but the boombox seems to be able to get back to its music just fine, even with the signal interference. A bit odd that it seems to linger for the boombox, but it's fine. This is fine-

"WHAT IS THAT RACKET!?" Orrrrr not. The Doombox suddenly unfurls, revealing massive arms, legs with radio knobs for feet, and an overall much more humanoid shape than one would expect from a boombox.

Letting out a staticky growl, Doombox turns his spiteful gaze to the far-off city, focusing on one landmark in particular.

Unlike the metal beetle belonging to Terui, he has a complicated enough AI to understand what the signal is compelling him to do. The compelling part would be enough to irk the irritable superweapon - his problems with authority are well-recorded, after all - but coming only weeks after that...incident with those safety-obsessed pansies?

Doombox has officially crossed over into pissed.

Gaze still locked onto the landmark (a radio tower, to be more specific), Doombox's thrusters burst to life, and he starts flying towards the city, using his sheer bulk to crash through any obstacle in his way.

He needs to find out where he can punch this guy.

'An unauthorized signal...?' A robot—one who passes for human with ease—muses to herself as she walks along the streets of Shibuya, Japan. She's close to the scramble, so it's fairly noisy and loud, but she's able to focus on her thoughts without issue.

In all of her sixteen years being active, the Anti-Shadow Weapon with a designation 'AIGIS' has only received orders unauthorized by the Kirijo group once in her life, and even then, it was still done by a Kirijo associate. Aigis' nose crinkles as she thinks back to the incidents of 2009. It's the major reason why as soon as an ASW unit demonstrates independent thought, they're cut off from the control network as to avoid rogue employees taking control. There's only one other active unit regardless, and Aigis knows that her sister contacting her about the signal—if Labrys received it—is likely inevitable.

But for now, Aigis muses over where the signal could have possibly come from, and why it was sent out. It could pose an issue, going off of the contents, and while she's forwarded it, tracking the signal will take a while even for the Kirijo group.


Athena raises a good point, and Aigis decides it's time to move out of the city center to mitigate such a risk. The countryside may be too far in terms of the time she has before a strike force appears, but she can certainly try to get there.

Aigis disappears into the crowds, and hopes no one is after her yet.

(I'd like to request the Ruin Machina (Genshin Impact) please)

"Yeah, yeah, but I saved your life anyway." Cassandra shrugged. "Now let’s go find that tin can and-" She looked around. "Hey, where’d he go?"

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Mashu was having a rather nice day. After several hard fought battles against Chimera, homunculi, and the like, her master had decreed that she have a day off. She was currently resting in her room, reading a book and drinking some tea.

(ok)

(so are you letting Aqua in or is she too much)

(Maybe later, when issues that could happen with her won't be much of a problem.)

(okay cool)

(for the time being I'll take Princess Mayapple instead then)

(alright)

"...you'll have them done next week? ...no, no, that's great! It means everything's on schedule! This parade is looking fantastic! ...oh, him? I...think he'll be. Preoccupied. He won't try to pull anything...your contributions to this kingdom are appreciated, bye!"

There's the telltale click of a phone hanging up, followed by a deep sigh. Silk meets skin as a woman dressed in pink royal attire sits back in her throne and presses her forehead, clearly not in the best of moods.

Princess Mayapple's a bit...conflicted at the moment. On the one hand, Mack's back! Regardless of her own personal feelings on him, she can't deny that he's a great hero for Macro City, and she's relieved to have him back after months of being presumed dead. In hindsight, she probably should've listened to Crow all those months ago when he predicted his return.

...which brought her to the other hand.

'Join us. Join the Council as a prince.'

Mayapple growls in frustration and pounds the wall behind her. How could she let Virtue play her like that!? And how could Crow agree to it! Sure, it was nice to see that he cared that much about his family, but to forsake his greatest passion-AGH!

And the less said about Virtue, the better.

"...I should really talk to Malice about this." Mayapple looks down to the floor. "There has to be something I can do to help him, right?"

Xinyan looked up upon hearing a commotion at one of the entrances. She headed over there quickly, running past screaming civilians. Around her, the Millelith were mobilizing. This...was serious.

When they arrived, Xinyan saw two millelith guards attempting to subdue a Ruin Guard, only for it to slap them aside. Behind it, she could see even more Ruin Machina, including Ruin Hunters and Defense Mechanisms, which was odd, because those were only supposed to be found in Dragonspine.

Xinyan pulled out her broadsword and dove into the fray, leaping up and stabbing it into the Ruin Guard's core/eye.

The lime haired girl sighs and looks down at the 2nd District of Traverse town. "Well, no sign of Heartless today so far. That's good. Let's hope it stays that way." She hops down into a dark alleyway, making sure no one sees her, before heading off to the 1st District.

“I’m not the only one that hears that... sound, right?” The bear speaks up, turning towards the others behind him.

“No, I hear it too.” The red fox steps forward, with his hands on his head. “An’ I hate it.”

“Well now, hate is a strong word, Foxy.” The chicken voiced.

“Ye be right,” The fox, who apparently has the very on-the-nose name of Foxy, acknowledges. “But I still hate it.”


And elsewhere, in a desolate tundra at Rallypoint Delta, a survivor camp from Contact Light’s crew, there’s a yellow machine on wheels, rolling around while folded into itself.

This robot, a MUL-T unit, has currently been tasked with gathering any lost cargo and survivors from the UES Contact Light, and safely bringing them back to the UES Safe Travels.

Except, something’s off. MUL-T can just faintly hear an odd noise. They don’t know where it’s coming from, nor what’s producing it, but it’s there. And it’s getting increasingly hard to ignore.

Somewhere else in that pizzeria, hidden away, was a music box. The being inside it, the Puppet, stirred to the signal. "What is that?" He would ask to himself, as the signal rang in his head.

In Bellwood, the hero known as Ben Tennyson was having some downtime at one of his favorite restaurants, Mr. Smoothy's.

At the Cerise Laboratory, Ash was in the process of training with his Pokemon, unaware something was about to happen.

(seems like we've got everyone introduced)

(are the crossover shenanigans happening soon or)

goldeaglefire1 wrote:(seems like we've got everyone introduced)

(are the crossover shenanigans happening soon or)

(yes when do those begin occuring i cannot do anything with aigis except run in literal circles until the plot picks up)

(Alright)

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After some time, whatever caused the signal got bored of waiting and teleported all the evil aligned robots to one place- a ruined building with large amounts of advanced, never before seen technology... that’s almost all broken save for a few lights and power generators.

After a while, the robot had regained the energy to keep moving, it didn't want to stay in one place out of the open for too long, since anything could come up and attack it. So, it kept wandering aimlessly, with no set destination in mind. It hopes to find civilization soon, since civilization might mean potential people it can protect.

Albearto looks around this new location, before chuckling. "Oho, this looks like a nice place to set up shop!"

(...okay since I am. kind of at a loss as to how to extend the actions of the characters I've already introduced much further. and Doombox is less "evil" and more "jerk whose wish to punch the evil mastermind in the face happens to coincide with the heroes' desire to stop him from taking over the omniverse." Huitzil (Darkstalkers) please)

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As Ryu Terui drives through Futo, motorcycle speeding to the destination shown to him by the Beetle Phone, it suddenly starts blaring static again before going back to normal in a moment, causing Ryu to look at the phone in the confusion.

"...do you need to be looked at?" He openly questions. After a moment of silence, he turns his attention fully to the road. "I'll drop by the agency later. Philip should know something."

And with that, his pursuit of justice resumes.

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"HM?"

Doombox pauses in his pursuit of the radio tower for a moment. He can feel something. A sort of energy, unlike anything his systems have seen before.

His approximation of a mouth twists into a grin. He may not know what the energy was, but the fact that it's coming soon after that signal is no coincidence. Clearly, this is also the work of the mysterious broadcaster - probably something to benefit his "followers..."well, Doombox isn't about to decline. After all, whatever this is, he's sure it'll make it that much easier to punch that guy in the-

-and then it stops, leaving Doombox dumbfounded. Seems like the teleportation process passed him over. With a snarl, he shouts, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

...and then notice that, while he was distracted, he's been surrounded by droids. Very familiar-looking droids. He's had enough experience dodging the police to recognize them on sight.

Ideally, the best move would just be to swat them out of the way and move on. However, Doombox has a bit of frustration to vent out, and he's not about to let these convenient little targets pass him by.

Grinning once more, Doombox pulls out what appears to be a modified version of the core of the police droid model, painted over to look like...a baseball?

"HEY. CATCH."

(So Doombox is somewhat of a chaotic neutral? Alright then. Also accepted.)

(look aigis still can't do anything but run around wasting post space so please please please give me something to do sfvm i will take a n y t h i n g at this point i'm so sorry if i'm seeming pushy right now)

(yes man and the courier, both from fallout: new vegas)

(Accepted, and I think I have just the thing, Neon.)

Aigis may detect electronic signatures nearby.

Elsewhere, in the Mojave desert...

A Courier sat alone in a cocktail lounge, looking out the window of a massive tower that stuck out amongst the rubble of the wasteland like a diamond in the rough. He scanned the streets
of New Vegas below, admiring the casinos the city was renowned for. Months of work had put him here, in a city that he had fought tooth and nail for. And now, the desert was his. His predecessor wasn’t so keen on... expansion, and the man in the lounge considered that was exactly why he was no longer here. He had gotten stagnant, and needed to be replaced. He had seen what the Mojave held, and it kept the tools needed to carve a nation from rubble. A robot army at his command and two nations horrifically embarrassed, the New Vegas strip and it’s owner remained the sole power in the Mojave Wasteland. Caesar’s Legion, a slave-centric war state based on some Old World empire, and the New California Republic, a nation basing itself on ideals from the old United States, had both pulled out of the desert, each cursing “that stupid fucking mailman.”

He chuckled to himself. He had gained quite a few nicknames in the last few months. The Courier was one he’s had for a long while, but a few others charmed him.

“The House.”

“The Goodsprings Ghost.”

“The Tribal’s Bastard Son.”

And, his favorite: “The Man Who Stole the Mojave.”

'Unknown energy signatures...?' Aigis is not pleased with those signals. She changes her priority to focus on tracking down the source of the signals.


While Aigis already knows everything Athena is telling her, having someone go over it while her nerves are being frayed by this mess is appreciated.

Aigis slows on approach, aiming to be quieter and sneak up on the unrecognized signals.