Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)

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⧱Ryder Mercy⧱
⧰The Boss⧰
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Gold medals aren't made of gold . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're made of sweat, determination
and a hard-to-find alloy called guts
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"GoldenEye, huh--? Sounds like a plan--" Ryder replied to Jo with a smile, not even flinching at the butt touch, because Jo had butt priveliges. So the butt touch was totally okay. He was about to continue speaking, when suddenly--there was screeching. And for some reason, although Ryder didn't recognize the voice immediately, it brought to mind the chilling image of a huge syringe...and that was when he realized just who it was. "...No way," he whispered in shock, looking up towards the ceiling. After a moment, Jo suggested that maybe they could stay inside--but still, the fact that Catherine had come and hunted them down--that mean that Kraven might have been nearby. Ryder didn't hear the nun man ranting and raving outside, but still...if Cathy was here, something was up. He hesitated for a moment, then replied, "If she managed to find this place, it's gotta be something pretty important, right...? Maybe we should hear her out...?"

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An Anthem of Perseverance - Thousand Suns

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"┢┦Λ N N | B Λ L---K R I E G "


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Cao watched Catherine's entrance from afar his interest was dulled and rather doubtful. Following Mother Death was an idea he had never thought of....However this journey had to turn some profit. It had to. How foolish would it be if a King and Leader of a partially united eastern front was following a maniac in the desert for nothing at all, a criminal maniac no less trying to search for Lord Lunacy himself.

Hannibal's eyes began to analyze the surrounding area. Nothingness. How fitting. As his eyes began to wander in the endless expanse of the sands, they came up Catherine as she shouted the names of those he was searching for. This must have been a game. No way could he be finding someone like THOSE TWO out here.

He was thrilled. The visage he had couldn't express the joy and ecstasy of the chance he had gotten to have all of these pieces fall into play was a ludicrous. Hannibal still looked onward as the tides still fell in his favor. A small little burst of electricity snapped around him--a faint discharge faded but still showed his vehemently aggressive pleasure at the moment.


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░░▒▒▓▓Ｔｈｅｎ  ｔｈｅ  ｕｎｄｅｒｄｏｇ  ｂｅｃｏｍｅｓ  ａ  ｈｅｒｏ  ａｎｄ  ｔｈｅｙ  ｈａｔｅ  ｈｉｍ▓▓▒▒░░

⧱Ryder Mercy⧱
⧰The Boss⧰
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Gold medals aren't made of gold . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're made of sweat, determination
and a hard-to-find alloy called guts
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"Kraven thoughts--? What are Kraven thoughts I don't have Kraven thoughts--" Ryder replied, somewhat confused, as he followed Jo over to the input for the loudspeaker that went out into the cactus. What sort of greeting was she going to give Cathy after all these years--?
Oh. That greeting. That worked. Ryder listened carefully to Cathy's response, his brows twitching down slightly when he heard the mention of the vigilantes. Those guys had just been making everyone's lives more difficult lately, hadn't they? As Cathy finished up, though, Ryder abruptly went forward, standing next to Jo at the input and speaking into the loudspeaker mic, "I don't now, nor have I ever, have a battle boner--" He paused for a moment after that, though, considering what Cathy had said, then spoke again, still keeping a good amount of skepticism in his voice, "Who do you have with you? We're not letting a whole regiment in here." It wsas at this moment that the flower atop the fake cactus started swiveling conspicuously--it was actually a camera that led to a small input screen next to the microphone, showing the three people outside. The flower would probably tip anyone off who was paying enough attention to the fake cactus in general that they were being watched, but if anything, Ryder was checking to see if she would lie about their numbers. With Cathy, it looked like there was some old man who seemed vaguely familiar to Ryder, and...a little girl? "What proof do you have that you're telling us the truth? In case you don't remember Carrion Land, we had enough of our entrance being blown up. We'd rather not do that anymore."

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An Anthem of Perseverance - Thousand Suns

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"┢┦Λ N N | B Λ L---K R I E G "


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"I'll still look younger than you when you hit forty, white women are so vain." He scoffed at the 'not-so-hunky' remark made by Cathy. He wasn't fond of his appearance be poked fun at, however he halted himself as he cared not to indulge an insane nurse. Hannibal began to sit on an adjacent rock to which found to be happy resting at. In the ensuing conversation a small tracker dropped silently from his pocket and then was consumed by the sands of the desert.

A breadcrumb trail for if he desired to go back to this area later, and Hannibal truly thought he would. Hannibal began to peer at the cactus that the leaders of NOWHERE were being heard from. How secretive, something out of a novel. The expense alone of having to supply both a base and build it out here was ridiculous. NOWHERE's choice of modelling was rather....interesting to say the least.


As the gates opened to invite them in Hannibal only looked towards Cathy, allowing her to do what she pleased...



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░░▒▒▓▓Ｔｈｅｎ  ｔｈｅ  ｕｎｄｅｒｄｏｇ  ｂｅｃｏｍｅｓ  ａ  ｈｅｒｏ  ａｎｄ  ｔｈｅｙ  ｈａｔｅ  ｈｉｍ▓▓▒▒░░

⧱Ryder Mercy⧱
⧰The Boss⧰
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Gold medals aren't made of gold . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're made of sweat, determination
and a hard-to-find alloy called guts
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As Cathy stated who was outside, Ryder blinked in recognition-that guy was Hannibal? Ryder had hardly ever seen the guy, never even talked to him that he could remember--but he was pretty sure that five years ago he'd been really huge and buff. Now he was just...kinda not. But what surrpised Ryder even more was the daughter thing--that girl was Cathy's daughter? And she had blonde hair, meaning...oh. As everything clicked in Ryder's mind, he raised his eyebrows a bit, still trying to hide his disappointment over Cathy not believing in his claim that he didn't have a battle boner. And then, even Jo seemed to think that he had a battle boner, and he gave the bluenette a pout before she started talking to Catherine again. As Jo looked to him for confirmation, he gave her a nod, knowing that ths was probably the best course of action right now. While Jo began gathering footmen, Ryder walked to the lift and paused, standing in front of it, one hand on the handle of the bat that, as usual, hung from a belt loop on his pants. Some things never changed. He waited for the footmen to gather, waiting by the entrance as a sort of precaution against anything the Deathworshippers might do upon entering. Now that the lift was accessible, Ryder had to make it clear that they weren't messing around when they said they wanted to do this their way--so he took up a sort of scowl as he waited for the others to enter, trying not to think about the fact that, while Jo might not care so much, he was actually a bit concerned about Kraven...
That didn't mean he had a battle boner, though. No battle boners here. Not ever. Nope.

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An Anthem of Perseverance - Thousand Suns

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⧱Ryder Mercy⧱
⧰The Boss⧰
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Gold medals aren't made of gold . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're made of sweat, determination
and a hard-to-find alloy called guts
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Ryder honestly had to break his serious scowling at the lift for a moment as, from down the hall, he heard Jo agreeing to the Kraven sucking him off thing--he'd just tried to ignore the statement sO WHY WAS JO AGREEING TO IT WHY,,,
Before he could think further on it, though, the lift activated--and in came the three from outside. He did all he could to look intimidating--up until Jo pushed him forward, and he stumbled just slightly. He looked back to the bluenette in partial confusion for a moment, before facing the newcomers, straightening himself out a bit. He happened to look at Blood for a moment, seeming even further confused by the fact that this small child was staring a hole through his head. He was about to say something to her, but then decided against it, and looked at Cathy instead.
"Alright, alright, enough banter--" he cut in as the pinkette was pointing at the different burly footmen and asking which one of them was Jo. Ryder hesitated for a moment, then crossed his arms, speaking again, "Give us a rundown of the situation and we'll decide whether we'll be kind enough to help you or not."

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An Anthem of Perseverance - Thousand Suns

---【 Ϲ Λ Θ-----╳I Λ Θ Ӊ Λ N】---


"┢┦Λ N N | B Λ L---K R I E G "


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As Hannibal stay silent amongst the talks of stratagems and plans he looked about the limited view of NOWHERE's base. It was rather impressive for a inlet in the sands. Enough to make him to smirk a tiny bit. His fortune was great, surely he must be a true king to discover this series of fortunate events. Began to listen intently to Jo's words--He understood a tiny bit why she was the Leader. Wei often spoke of her, most in a drive to test his ability against her--but Hannibal found something else.
She reminded him of his younger years, when he had reached a phase in his life where taking millions of lives was worth the billions that would in the future.

The name Cain eluded him. Hannibal knew very little of the Killer Gene--as he still was in the process of researching it, but Cain was not a topic Hannibal was well versed in. No amount of contacts from overseas could have told him. Hannibal began to feel the situation out, the electricity in the air was tense--feeling every muscle tense in either fear or aggression was telling of this man's power. He looked towards Blood as he moment of this man's name passed. He smirked, an earnest smile--warmer than the sinister grin he often put on for bloodshed. He looked towards the young one, he tapped the breast pocket of his jacket signaling his interest in the subject.


Hannibal listen toward the part where Ryder would grab Kraven, he spoke aloud in a voice that had the tone of a driven man towards Jo. It was not disrespectful, in fact it was more in reverence--most actions like these the sneaky China-man would do whatever he wanted. It seemed almost like Hannibal was rearing to go as an ally The way he spoke only belied a motive that he would not take no for an answer. "Let me and Mr. Mercy release and retrieve  Kraven. I don't doubt your ability at all, Mr. Mercy.....Yet...I can say that without a fact. I want to ensure that my best interests are being safely protected, and with the fact that you, Ms. Beaumont, and the Death Worshippers want both Mr. Mercy and Kraven back alive safely makes a nice mutual agreement for me to tag along to make sure that nothing terrible happens to them..... Besides who can keep these two apart when they find it fit to enjoy their skinship once more?"

Hannibal began to move about the room. He inched toward Ryder, like a predator following a blood trail he found his mark. The man's footsteps had a small, but calling echo of pursuit. It seemed that his direct approached towards the Co-Leader of NOWHERE told truth to his actions--yet Hannibal never telling of his interests showed that one interest stood before him. The white haired man jutted his hand out, an open palm. A handshake. To show that he desired no quarrel. no conflict, only agreement...

"I'll make sure that Mr. Mercy is safe. I doubt that Ryder would be able to do much on his own in such a hostile and violent facility alone. I'll make sure to keep his 'battle boner' at rest." He snickered, "I'd rather not take no for an answer...". He looked at Ryder trying to affirm this agreement, Cao's eyes were peering at Ryder with both fascination and giddy.....






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"┢┦Λ N N | B Λ L---K R I E G "


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As the air grew thick with hostility Hannibal could only enjoy the motions that Jo did to ensure her right to command and leadership. He didn't smile at first, the action she took didn't warrant it. However how she looked at him, the ability to force those to bend to her whims by pure will--It didn't phase him much. He savored moments like these. These moments were so rare. So succulent in their tension. Like muscles and sinew locked in contraction--tough and quick to reform.
Hannibal glanced at her for a moment, he studied her. He felt the muscles in her face, feeling the muscles that motioned her eyes to scan him with such scrutiny. Blunt and scathing. A mixture that he truly understood why she infuriated his young false heir.
"Ms. Beaumont, tell me when does anything go according to plan? You may have sparked some resolve to conquer in my son but you do not provide the assurance and flexibility for me to trust you as do Wei. How do you know this will begin so smoothly? I can see frankly that these moments don't--not with such a high bounty as Kraven..." Hannibal glanced toward Ryder for a moment. Almost studying him so intently he was trying to feel his slightest movements and ques. Hannibal was no stranger to battle, and protecting others was not a lost meaning to him either.
Hannibal lowered his hand to his side. However attempting to try his hand and force the bow to wane to his will against Jo was not his needed course of action, but he needed to reach NOWHERE somehow. Both Ryder and Jo were favorable associates he could make....No. He had to make.

"I have heard of you and seen you, from a distance at work. Wei has told me much." He looked to Jo with a bit of humanity. No shark tooth smirk. No metaphorical movement of Jaws. He seemed almost passionate. Human. Hannibal turned his head to view both of them. "However. I am offering help...I'll provide soldiers along with a VTOL that can safely provide EVAC. Capture. Cloaked. Gone."


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░░▒▒▓▓Ｔｈｅｎ  ｔｈｅ  ｕｎｄｅｒｄｏｇ  ｂｅｃｏｍｅｓ  ａ  ｈｅｒｏ  ａｎｄ  ｔｈｅｙ  ｈａｔｅ  ｈｉｍ▓▓▒▒░░

⧱Ryder Mercy⧱
⧰The Boss⧰
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Gold medals aren't made of gold . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're made of sweat, determination
and a hard-to-find alloy called guts
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Ryder listened carefully as Cathy spoke, his eyebrows seeming to twitch slightly when he heard the name 'Cain'. So, others were trying to kill that man...? It iddn't matter how close Ryder felt to that man--he utterly refused to acknowledge the fact that somebody might kill Cain but himself. There was no way he would allow it. This wasn't only about Cain's general horribleness--it was something personal. Something that Ryder wouldn't let slide.
He looked to Jo as the woman stepped up beside him and began speaking--this plan sounded good. He was fairly content about things--until Hannibal started speaking. He let his arms fall to his sides and his eyes narrowed, glaring at the silver-haired man, unable to feel anything but that the man was denouncing his abilities. He didn't want to agree to this--and was about to say so, when Jo stepped in. He couldn't deny that it upset him just the slightest--it wasn't exactly helping his reputation of being able to fight his own battles. Still, he didn't mind it too much--and after Jo had smacked away Hannibal's hand, Ryder took a deep breath, then replied to the man,
"I'm not an interest. And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I've fought off hoards of people on my own before--hell, I helped prevent a nuclear holocaust. So, with all that, I'll respectively ask you to back off." He paused for a moment, then looked to Jo, giving her another pout and whispering to her, "It's not a battle boner..."
As Hannibal spoke up again, seemingly not even having waited for his response, Ryder glared at the man, now taking his turn to step up and defend Jo, as she had done for him. "Listen up, guy. This is our base, you'e asking for our help, you go by our rules. So quit bitching and just go with Jo's plan. Otherwise, we could leave you out entirely, if you'd like...?"

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░░▒▒▓▓Ｔｈｅｎ  ｔｈｅ  ｕｎｄｅｒｄｏｇ  ｂｅｃｏｍｅｓ  ａ  ｈｅｒｏ  ａｎｄ  ｔｈｅｙ  ｈａｔｅ  ｈｉｍ▓▓▒▒░░

⧱Ryder Mercy⧱
⧰The Boss⧰
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Gold medals aren't made of gold . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're made of sweat, determination
and a hard-to-find alloy called guts
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At Catherine’s assertion that Hannibal in fact wasn’t a Deathworshipper, Ryder sighed, knowing that he shouldn’t have bunched the man in with them—but still feeling bitter over the way he and Jo had been treated. Ryder wasn’t about to let himself, or anyone else in Nowhere be seen as any sort of ‘interest’. They were people. That was all there was to it—nothing more, nothing less. He noted Jo’s hand on his shoulder, and hoped that that meant that she understood that he didn’t have a battle boner—it was relieving to think that. He listened to Jo reviewing her plan again—tensing slightly when talk of Kraven’s execution came up. As horrible and evil that Kraven had been in the past—part of Ryder still really didn’t want the man to die. This was for reasons that even Ryder didn’t really get—the relationship between the two was indescribably confusing, but also very strong. Ryder was confident that they could get in and rescue Kraven—and once they had Kraven out, the redhead knew for sure he was going to ask Yuri about Cain. If Kraven had plans to take Cain out—Ryder wanted in on them.
It was then, though, that Jo brought up the battle boner again, and Ryder’s mouth fell open slightly, his eyebrows tilting upwards a bit in disappointment as his expression fell back into the pout from earlier. Still, he moved to follow the others as they headed for the lift—giving Hannibal a glare as he did so to indicate to the man to hurry up. He didn’t want to leave a stranger alone in their base, after all…so they for sure weren’t activating that lift until the guy was on it. Ryder had his eye on him—only for as long as it took to get out of the bunker, but still…

*Exit Ryder*

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An Anthem of Perseverance - Thousand Suns

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Hannibal face fixed it's form to one of displeasure, it was not extreme, but not subtle either--His eyes merely displayed the uncomfortable nature of how he was denied his pleasures. Something he often started wars over. The man's nose curled and brow furrowed, but he reclaimed himself a slight curvature of the lips only displayed a subtle frown now.

However he partially understood their reasons for doing such, but he did not like the figurehead talking to him like a simple thug, it was beyond mere annoyance that irked him. Cathy's comments of disownership were paid no mind as he set forth onward. He merely knew that the plan he had would fall in line, whether without constraints or not--however losing cool wouldn't be beneficial for him to lose focus after such a moment.

He took his leave from this strange place

-EXIT HANNYKINS-

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I·ᴠᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍɪʟᴇs
Iɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴘɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ
A ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡs ᴍᴇ
I ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ


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So the Wolfpac arrived at the... cactus. Except by all means it was just a cactus, this confused the hell out of Axel "Its... its... a cactus... is... is this our employer...?" Axel approached the plan and poked it... getting himself pricked. The man jolted back and growled at it "I don't like him..." he muttered, shooting a death glare towards the thing. He continued to do so, even as Inna started talking about changing identities or something. From now on her name was "Stalin", which Axel didn't quite get. He turned to Inna, a confused look on his face "Sister... I believe the name is pronounced... Stallone..." Axel was REALLY bad at history.

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❝Ｄｏ ｎｏｔ． Ｐｉｓｓ． Ｍｅ． Ｏｆｆ．．．！❞
Axel's Theme - Lonely Wolf