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Caduceus...

An arm of the World Health Organization. They collect the world's best doctors in the pursuit of medical research.
Though their achievements are many, in more recent years they have been the first line of defense against various forms of "medical terrorism," man-made plagues meant to sow discord and destroy communities...

"...Good work on that nephrectomy the other day, Doctor Stiles.
We've seen the patient out, they've recovered nicely and get to go home without any issues."

"Excellent. I'm glad they're feeling okay, that tumor ended up being a bit bigger than we'd expected."

Derek Stiles, Age 29



A surgical prodigy who travels around the world practicing medicine.
He was personally scouted by Caduceus in order to combat the GUILT plagues.

"Yes, I'm sure they're going to get better soon.

By the way, Dr. Hoffman's decided on your next assignment. I'm jealous, you're going to be meeting a movie director in Arizona."

"...Arizona? I thought we needed surgeons in Costigar since the civil war ended.
They're sending me to the United States? Without my nurse?"

"I thought it was a little weird too, but I know better than to question the Director. I'm sure he has a good reason.

Be sure to take lots of pictures!"

"Huh... Well, I guess you're right. Dr. Hoffman has never let us down before. Do you have the guide packet?"

...


"...Who the hell is 'Hollywood Bowl?"

NPC Introduction #2: Honoka Kosakatua

"You know, I didn't expect making a Western to garner this much interest in the modern day. Not that I'm complaining."

Honoka Kosakatua
-Demigod daughter with a shitty deadbeat dad
-Previous appearances: Killing Game 6
-Possessed of a pathological hatred for wendigos

"I'm the one with the Wild West film that Hollywood's producing and directing. Call me the backer. Why a western? Well, I had some... unpleasant experiences on a film studio, but it gave me something of a desire to stick it to Xavier and Teddie by making a film of my own. Split my head with an axe will you-

Ahem! That's besides the point! Mostly, I just want to thank all of you. This film won't even be slightly possible without your help! I'm sure we'll all put on a spectacular performance here. Sure, there's risks to putting something like 33 people in a confined space, but come on, we'll be in an open area of the desert, right? So logically, there's nothing to worry about.

Oh, as for me, I'm pretty approachable! Open, friendly... you can talk to me about most anything. Eeeexcept religion. That one's off the table. Anyway, I look forward to seeing everyone in person at Silver Junction!"

dupe introduction post will take time, just want to reserve my spot now

meowdy - if you got space i'll sign up

NPC Introduction #3: Deathborn

"Hmph. So this is the cast to assemble on my set."

Deathborn
-Self-proclaimed evil emperor, card-carrying Crimson Eye member
-Previous Appearances: Killing Game 8
-Ruthlessly obsessed with mandrills

"Silver Junction is my domain, lent to you for your Western film for one simple reason: I need money for my evil schemes, and I was offered a large sum. Thus, you WILL assemble at this film set, and you WILL film your movie.

Do not mind the occasional mandrill that you may find on set. They are my lieutenants, and they have gathered at my headquarters. If you should find any of my Crimson Eye materials lying around, please disregard those as well, or tell myself so that I may gather them up properly. I am afraid that this was rather abrupt, and thus I have been unable to clean properly. A great shame, that will be rectified properly in time.

Should you wish to engage more directly with the future emperor, I appreciate all discussion. I am most interested in automobile racing and horror novels, however.

Your contributions here directly benefit the future world order. For that, you should be grateful."

NPC Introduction #2: Honoka Kosakatua

"You know, I didn't expect making a Western to garner this much interest in the modern day. Not that I'm complaining."

Honoka Kosakatua
-Demigod daughter with a shitty deadbeat dad
-Previous appearances: Killing Game 6
-Possessed of a pathological hatred for wendigos

"I'm the one with the Wild West film that Hollywood's producing and directing. Call me the backer. Why a western? Well, I had some... unpleasant experiences on a film studio, but it gave me something of a desire to stick it to Xavier and Teddie by making a film of my own. Split my head with an axe will you-

Ahem! That's besides the point! Mostly, I just want to thank all of you. This film won't even be slightly possible without your help! I'm sure we'll all put on a spectacular performance here. Sure, there's risks to putting something like 33 people in a confined space, but come on, we'll be in an open area of the desert, right? So logically, there's nothing to worry about.

Oh, as for me, I'm pretty approachable! Open, friendly... you can talk to me about most anything. Eeeexcept religion. That one's off the table. Anyway, I look forward to seeing everyone in person at Silver Junction!"

hey buddy
whatever group you're the leader of it's me now

In the sign up crowd a small cat sits with big dreams and a even bigger cowboy hat.
He looks like he would like to introduce himself if you don't mind.



"Meow!"

He paws at a small button in front of him and a screen reads the words 'COWBOY' before a voice comes on.

"Howdy! I’m ‘Wow Big Stretch!’ McJanjo, but y’all can call me McJango. "
Heard yer lookin’ fer a CAT fer a western flick, well here I am, partner! I mainly talk cat, but don’t fret none. I got this fancy translator to share my words anytime. Just click that button and whoosh!!"



"Meow..."

He paws the button again, the screen reading the words 'COWBOY' before a voice comes back on.

" Well, if y’all need me, I’ll be kickin' back over yonder. I got me some tuna to munch on 'fore the show begins... "



"Meow."

He paws once more but a little to hard and the words seem to glitch slightly before reading 'BEACH BOY' .

" Can't wait to ride the wave with you all, dudes! "

The Wild West... all sorts'a majestic creatures out there, but I bet ya didn't know that, Mr. Bigshot director? Of course you didn't, how could you though? Stuck in that director's directoring...box... eugh.

But I know things. There's tons of them out there. All manner of critters, it'd be easy to lose track of them. Some would just fly off, burrow away, or they might just KILL YOU!

That's why you need me. You need the best there is, that there EVER WILL BE!

YOU NEED!....



Yes the card is impressive, I know. Even with the last minute adjustments it's the best you'll find. A wonderous swan against a beautiful lake. A proud eagle flying over the sunset mountains. You get the point, now where's the damn bat...

To the town of Minus World rode a stranger one fine day

Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say

No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip

The stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hiiiiiip~

NPC Introduction #4: Momoyo Himemushi

"Hey hey! So you're the actors and crew they're bringing on, huh? Nice."

Momoyo Himemushi
-Part time kaiju centipede, full time digger and excavator
-Previous Appearances: Killing Game 9
-Favorite food: Rocks (preferably ferrous)

"Nice place out here, huh? Silver Junction's good. The rocks are pretty bland, but they're filling, and a gal can do a lot of digging. Except around the old collapsed mine - I wouldn't recommend digging there. Nearly fell in on my head once, which is part of why it's a collapsed mine. Shit happens. Especially in old mining towns that tapped out years ago. Kinda wish they left some of that silver behind for me.

Giant centipede? Oh, nah, I took care of that. Tucked that all back up and inside my skin. Shouldn't crack out any time soon, I'm back to your friendly neighborhood digging woman! For now.

Anyway. If you wanna hang with me, there's a lot of shovels and pickaxes around here. Always good to have some company when digging, y'know? Especially now that I'm not focusing on bombing the place. I'm just here to dig, I'm their set design. Turns out I can do a lot to build a scene with just a bit of digging and some elbow grease. Man, I can't wait to see how this looks on film.

Alright, gonna go. Shake a leg, or maybe fifty of 'em?"

Hmmm... don't I know you?

This post was last modified: Dec 7, 2024 at 7:45 AM by Gyro Zeppeli.

dupe introduction post will take time, just want to reserve my spot now

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Northern Arizona
Seventh Day of the Steel Ball Run

GYRO: Hey, Johnny, I've been cooking up another joke for my routine. Want to be my test audience?

JOHNNY: Oh, come on, this is, what, the sixteenth joke you've told me in two hours? Did you actually put thought into this one, or is this just gonna be another half-assed pun based on some language I, and maybe even you, don't speak?

Nyoho, I'm confident this one will make sense. Can't you trust me on this?

Tch, fine. We still have about sixty miles to go, anyway.

Grazie. So, there's this family of four, right? They walk into a talent agency, and the mothe-wait, no, the father, says, "We'd like to show you our act." The agent says, "Fine, but you have 3 minutes." So the family sits around a table in the room, and the father lays out a bowl of pasta for each of them.

Wait, how was he able to carry that much pasta to the tal-

Uh-uh-uh, mouth shut and ears open. Where was I...oh, so he-[snicker] he pulls out a bottle of catsup, and he-oh, boy, hold on-

...

And he starts pouring it on all of the pasta! And the whole family starts devouring it like wild boars! The talent agent jumps up and shouts, "Good god, how sickening! What do you even call this act, anyway?!" And the father, proud as a lion, says, "The Aristocrats!"

...I pity you.

Seriously?! You HAD to have gotten that one! Everyone knows that tainting pasta with catsup is practically reserving your stay in Hell! The Vatican could overlook you striking the Pope on the cheek compared to a sin like that!

You know, I had half the mind to not say anything at all, just let the "joke" die in the silence. But then I thought, "What kind of a friend would I be if I didn't let him know he needs mental help?"

I almost thought you had a sense of humor, but maybe the feeling in your body from the waist down wasn't the only thing that bullet took fr-

...Wait a minute.

You seeing what I'm seeing, Johnny? Looks like there's a town on the horizon. Maybe even abandoned, I'm not seeing a single soul in sight.

I'm sure that's interesting, but we've got to keep a move on. We can't afford to divert our eyes away from Monument Valley, not with Sandman and the others right behind us.

Pfft, they're not exactly a needle's length away. Besides, aren't you feeling that mysterious aura eminating from it, too? I reckon somewhere in there is a Corpse Part. Which part do you think it'll be, the eyes? God, I hope they're the eyes.

...Fine, we can make a quick detour. We shouldn't be out any longer than sunset, though.

I don't recall throwing in a "we" in there, partner. No, I'm going to be searching for divine cadaver chunks on my lonesome. I can catch up with you later no problem, so long as you make your pace a bit more sluggish.

Wh-has the desert heat fried your brain? I'm not leaving you behind. What if a Stand user's hiding there, waiting to make the jump on you?

Johnny, boy, if you've been paying any attention at all, you'll recall that there hasn't been a roaring blaze so far that my precious steel balls haven't put out. And frankly, this will be good for you, I think. All it'll take will be an hour with your only companion being that appaloosa of yours before you realize you need my jokes to stay sane. And it won't before long before you'll be begging for a dozen a minute.

...Oh. Oooooh, so that's where this is coming from. In that case, you can be my guest, Gyro. Hell, if you're not careful, I'll start riding twice as fast so I can be sure I'd be rid of your unfunny ass all the way to New York.

Heh, it's going to take a lot more than that to shake me off! I'll be seeing you in a flash, Johnny! I'll make sure to save one of the Corpse eyes for you!

[Gyro starts commanding his horse towards the town.]

...The fuck's an aristocrat?

I'll produce my dupe later.

Hooooo-eeeey! Never thought I'd be workin' on one of them big-shot motion pictures, much less with an award-winnin' director. From the silver mines to the silver screen, who'dda thought?

I'm mighty pleased to be offerin' my services to your set. Actin' ain't my strong suit, but I got more enthusiasm than a chicken's got feathers. Just hope you ain't one to mind me cuttin' some deals 'round town. You want an authentic western, you need coin tradin' hands much as the taps flowin' at the saloon!

Oop, there I go, got the cart before the horse again. S'pose I should back up and make introductions. Name's Partitio Yellowil, at your service.

Okay, let's see what happens.

This post was last modified: Dec 7, 2024 at 7:41 PM by Neil Marshall.

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Alright, get on, all of ya'. Get, get! Need to check the ordinance 'round here, and I can't have you prairie dogs blockin' my lines of sight.

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What, wonderin' what the cat's dragged in? Can't blame ya'.

Marshall
The name's Neil Marshall. Prosecutor. I've been asked to make sure the law's upkept 'round these parts. Since my brother's out patrollin' his beat, I s'pose I'm the best man for the job. Don't let my title fool ya' - I may be a prosecutor, but I can rough it with the rest of 'em. There's a reason why I got that promotion from the force.

Marshall
... And with some of the characters ya've got runnin' this place, you might need this legal eagle more than ya' think.

NPC Introduction #5: Pohatu

"It sure is a shame what happened the last time I signed up for a filming. Good thing this is different!"

Pohatu
-Really good at the sport of Kohlii
-Previous Appearances: Masquerade KG, Kitchen KG
-Will die immediately

"I'm the stuntman, Pohatu. I've got some experience with professional wrestling on the side, and when they wanted someone to do dangerous spots, well... that's what I'm good at. That and kicking rocks. Which is pretty fun, unless someone eats your rock."

"I said I was sorry!"

"I'm mostly just planning to keep my head down and make some good profit off this job. Thinking of retiring, honestly. Going back home to the wilds of Po-Wahi and setting up a small stand instead of throwing myself around in the ring for a paycheck. In fact, this will probably be my last film shoot before retirement! Also my second... counting the one that ended very poorly.

Still, I intend to sit here and do the job, whatever jobbing that might be. If you want to hang out and talk sculpting or kohlii before then, I'm always open.

Oh, and no fish. I've got bad memories of fish."

I'm Bud.

Can I have a spot? Will figure out dupe