RPG

Disguised as a large, imposing manga library is the world's first Hellscraper: An underground complex that stretches down underground for over seventy five storeys, and his home for more than its fair share of dodgy dealings.

Each floor underground belongs to another ruthless criminal organisation- or perhaps, some groups that like not to be known about. Those involved in the occult, or extra terrestrial activity. Denizens from the future have been known to reside in this submerged tower, a cower if you will, although none know what resides on the 77th floor.

This changes tonight.

SamJaz strode into the foyer, waiting to see how many would reply to the advert he'd posted online. He'd posted a letter into Crown's actual mansion to get his involvement, as the only other ally he had at the moment was brawling in Osaka, slightly out of place.

The room looked welcoming. There was a pleasant water feature amongst the dark tiled floor. Behind it was a large counter where a receptionist sat at her computer, ready to talk to any visitors. There was a staircase up to the manga library that ran as the front of this place, but there was another staircase down, these guarded by large men in dark suits and sunglasses. And a velvet rope. Always a velvet rope.

On either side of the receptionist were elevators, which were what SamJaz strode for. Drawing his keyblade, hey aimed it at the metal doors and fired a beam of light, before lowering his blade in frustration.

"The doors aren't locked sir." The receptionist pointed out. "But I must warn you that there is only one button inside, and that leads here. If you have an appointment, I can operate the lift for you."

SamJaz smiled and walked over to the counter. "I would like to visit the bottom floor." He said charmingly.

The receptionist pressed a button on her desk, and a large screen opened up on the wall behind her.

[ TEAM PROGRESS - CURRENT FLOOR = GROUND ]]

[ TEAM COUNT - 0001 ]

[ HEAD COUNT - 000000000 ]

When SamJaz lowered his head from the screen, a second woman was sat at the counter, a nurse this time. She certainly had a lot of medical supplies on her person. "Feel free to return here for medical assistance whenever you require." She assured him sweetly. "I can assure you that I can heal any wound, injury, poison or debilitation quickly and efficiently so long as my patient is not deceased, although I must warn you that unless at least one member of the party remains inside while the injured come for treating, then you must start from the beginning."

SamJaz nodded, noting the large banner that dictated the rules of the Hellscraper Challenge. He was grateful for the rule that allowed for new team members to be allowed to join at any point, even skipping straight to the rest of the team via lift regardless of how deep the exploration got. "I'd like to wait here for my entourage to arrive. Is that agreeable?" He asked, not willing to show how much he was bricking himself at the moment.

"Of course." The receptionist replied with a smile. "Take as much time as you like."

SamJaz thanked her, then sat by the water fountain, looking at the door. He hoped Phantom took the bait.

@ReliusClover: SamJaz grinned, standing up and heading for the stairs. "Send the rest of the team after us." He told the receptionist, indicating that more would follow. "We'll head the way."

The muscled guard stepped aside, moving the velvet rope to allow SamJaz and the Phantom down the stairs.

[ FLOOR B01 ]

SamJaz did not expect this.

He came down the elegant, carpeted stairs which faded into creaky, wooded stairs that threatened to collapse at any minute. The air grew dry and hot, and by the time the team reached the bottom of the stairs and pushed the wooden doors open, their jaws dropped.

The sky above them was bright, and the sun was scorching the place without any cloud cover. A tumble weed rolled across the desert floor as the cheers of cowboys burst from the many buildings around them.

"LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ARSELVES SUM YOUNG 'UN'S!" A chinese man in a cowboy get-up shouted, pointing a revolver at each of the men as his comrades cheered, dancing as their shot their pistols into the air enthusiastically.

SamJaz almost missed the balls ricochet against the sky. 'Ah. Artificial lighting and atmosphere.' SamJaz thought to himself with a grin, wiggling his fingers as the keyblade materialised in his grip.

With a smooth motion, he switched the chain at the bottom into one resembling two boxing gloves at the end of a rope- His keyblade turned into a thick red pole clumsily wrapped in bandages. Extending from the handle was a blue dragon, encircling the bandaged blade as it rose up and roared, its head forming the key of the blade.

The grip was covered in hand wraps and the handguard resembled the ropes of a boxing ring.

"Undying Soul." He explained with a grin, swinging it powerfully and launching a blue shockwave into the dusty street. "Makes me a little tougher to kill."

@ReliusClover:

Continued fire rained down upon the two intruders, at least from the gatling gun. SamJaz charged into the fray- covering himself with a reflega spell- one that remained in place longer thanks to his new Keyblade. Each swing made the slash hit everything within ten feet, of the cut, as if extending the blade, but as the men with the smaller arms went down, it was clear that the man with the gattling gun was not going away.

Frowning, SamJaz picked up a smith and weston from the floor and took cover behind a metal barrel, looking at the gatling gun. He aimed for the man's shoulder, primed the revolver, and pulled the trigger.

@ChronoWolf: @Yeilin: @ReliusClover: OOC I'll just act as DM for everyone, and you all can control NPC's against me. Easier that way.

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The cowboys were going down easily, especially with the new arrivals. "WELCOME ABOARD!" SamJaz shouted over the gunfire, making his way to the disabled gatling gun and smashing it with his keyblade. "I'm SamJaz and cape's Phantom! Welcome aboard ninja-girl and iceman!"

He planted his keyblade into the chest of the one who was operating the gun before receiving a hole in his chest. "Stairs." He stated, glaring at the sheriff. "We've one, now let's move on."

The indian man with the star-shapped badge pointed towards the saloon with a trembling hand. "But... the outlaws are in there... they have AK-47's..."

SamJaz knocked the man out with a kick to the rips. "Great." he grunted as the gunfire died down. "GUYS IN THE SALOON HAVE HEAVY-DUTY WARES, BUT THEY'RE GUARDING THE STAIRS!" He shouted. "ANY VOLUNTEERS FOR CLEAN-UP?"

@ReliusClover: @ChronoWolf: @Yeilin:

SamJaz grinned. He trusted the Phantom to get things done. In the mean time, he went over to the new guys.

"Don't mind, him, he's just moody because he doesn't want to share any sweet loot. And I think he has a crush on me, but more likely the loot." SamJaz told them with a grin as he raised his hands to shake. "Persona user and keyblade herotype person. Nice to meet-"

He was, however, interrupted by a most inconvenient explosion from within the saloon, knocking him and everyone within a twenty-foot radius off their feet.

Gen was in the lift punching the air doing some shadow boxing as he always did when he got over excited about something. A door opened and 3 strangers and a familiar face were fighting a group of heavily armed cowboys. The Battle Hunting Brawler heard about this thanks to another Spirit Boxer that once was part of one of the organizations inside. Gen looked at the heavens and exclaimed –God Exists! And he guided me to Heaven!- a bullet flew right beside the Hot-blooded Delinquent, that rushed away from the lift and moved towards Samjaz, that was greeting a ninja chick. – Hey key-aniki! Fancy meeti….BOOOM!- A massive explosion shook the floor. Gen managed to stay standing thanks to his inhuman balance, thanks to his boxing training and with a puzzled face he asked to nobody in particular – What the hell was that?-

@Kuma_From_Argentina: @Yeilin: @ReliusClover: @ChronoWolf:

SamJaz crawled out of the undertakers, nursing his head from the explosion. His vision was a little blurry, and he was pretty sure that his head was bleeding. One Cure spell later, and that problem was remedied, but what he saw was a whole new problem.

The explosion had obliterated the saloon, revealing the stairs down. It also brought a lot of the other buildings down, but that showed the corpses.

A lot of dead indians.

They weren't native americans.

They were people who had been kidnapped, shoved into feather headdresses, and forced to fight these gun-toting businessmen while holding a bow and arrow they barely knew how to load.

These were bloodsports. With human beings as the game.

Any reservations SamJaz had about wasting every single person inside this building evaporated. Casting a wide-spread cure spell onto his allies, he made his way to the stairs, ready to bring these organisations down. "Sup Gen." He said, fist-bumping the boxer as he walked past. "Glad you could make it. Ready to smash some faces?"

@Kuma_From_Argentina: @Yeilin: @ReliusClover: @ChronoWolf:

SamJaz sidled up to phantom, dodging the metal monstrosity's claws as he swung his keyblade- unleashing a wave of ki onto the remains of the bar. With Gen in the same area as this Keyblade, the waves of ki grew stronger, some of the slashes taking the form and fury of dragons as they ravaged the last stand of the few dozen cowboys hiding behind Frank and Bill.

Unfortunately, this robot seemed unfazed by these ki attacks, and Frank seemed more than capable of shrugging off the worst of them.

"Not bad at all, but down here, yer gonna need something with a bit more lead!" Frank shouted, drawing his guns and opening fire, each bullet swelling to the size of melons as they engulfed themselves in flames, flying towards the invading team like meteors.

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Gen replied with a Slasher Smile from ear to ear while fist-bumping Samjaz – I’m always ready to rumble Key-aniki- The Hot-Blooded Boxer didn’t care much for the dead people, he felt bad for them but he wouldn’t raise his fist to the heavens and swear eternal vengeance upon the ones that caused this, he would punch them to hell. The explosion was strong enough to make some of the cows locked in a nearby corral to go berserker and start crashing against the wooden bars that kept them closed in. Their lowing could be heard even as far as Gen and the others were. –I’m not good with guns key-aniki, I think I’m going to pacify some cows and bulls- The Battle Hungry Boxer rushed towards the Corral and jumped in raising his guard – Aniki, I’ll take on this horned bastards while you, the hot ninja chick, the weird masked guy and wolf coat guy take on the others-

Frank and Bill moved to attack, as the volley of melon sized flaming bullets felt over the group, Frank moved to take cover while he kept making rain fire over them. He lighted a stick of dynamite with his cigar and flinged it to Phantom. Bill rushed foward and tried to trample over Samjaz and Yai using his robot claws to grab them and it's weight to crush them

@SamJaz: @ReliusClover: @Yeilin: @ChronoWolf:

Death rained from above, as the strange bullets shot by Frank crash against the artificial ground creating small detonations of flames. Most of the cows got hit by them, one even used as meat shield by Gen, that lifted the surprised animal and placed it in-between him and the hail of flaming bullets. Frank hat flew away as one of the cars launched by Phantom got to him. The Cowboy rolled in the floor away from Crown, as the dynamite stick he threw was about to blow nearby Phantom. –Get ready for some fireworks ye spoiled city brat- His eyes were focused on the environment waiting for the next blue glow ready to shoot Crown either when he moved or when he just reappeared from his blink.

Meanwhile Gen took some of the pieces of burnt cow from his clothes as he watched how Bill charged through the magical attacks thrown by Samjaz, the same attacks he took during their fight. Yei vanished only to reappear over them, standing in the water tank. She threw several shurikens towards the rampaging mecha, tanking their impacts, that only resulted on small punctures on its hull,while with one claw he shoot grenades towards Gen and with the other he punched Samjaz, that unable to dodge thanks to the fiery bullets aftereffects and the nearby grenades tried to block it with the keyblade only to be thrown away and shot through the support beams of the water tank where Yei was standing, making it lose stability.

The explosions almost got Gen that rushed through them while watching how Samjaz fell knocked out cold – Aniki! I’m going to trash that thing for you!- The Hot-Blooded Boxer prepared his introduction card a combination of Raijin Step with Ghost Jab Hurricane while barking an order to Yei –Ninja Gal! Give me some cover!- He appeared in front of Bill and punched him a hundred times, only to find that not only his exoskeleton hull was too thick and dense, but also that his hands weren’t. With his knuckles pulverized he stood in front of the Mecha-hillbilly that with incredible switfness took advantage of his sudden pain and crashed his claw against him knocking him to the ground