Knife Duel To The Death With Allen O'Neil (LEVEL 8)

Knife duel to the death with Allen O'Neil (LEVEL 8)

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Greetings, everyone! This is a side blog of @cypriathus and @floofgryph! This place is for stuff about my experiences with the Metal Slug games and headcanons, OCs, memes, and roleplays for the series. If you would like to know about me, consider checking out my introductory post!

I'm going to say that I'm fairly new to the Metal Slug franchise. So, if I get something wrong, please be nice and re-correct me!

Notice about asks and what not

Roleplay rules

Hello!

I have decided to enter the world of role-playing games as Marco Rossi (main character of Metal Slug).

I will be operating through my cell phone (cubot note 40), so I will be able to post images and videos. I also plan to publish games with an emulator if I can.

-I will try to be active! I hope to soon share my adventures and strategies on the battlefield with all of you!

If you are interested in joining our adventures or just talking about "Metal Slug" and other topics of interest, feel free to send me a message. Let's save the world together!

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I loved the fact that an onion caused them problems haha😆

Cutting up an onion

After a long day of training and strategizing with the new recruits, Trevor and Nadia, everyone agreed it was the perfect time for a barbecue. Eri assigned Nadia to onion-cutting duty…

Nadia is cutting the onion, but starts to sniffle and her eyes water from its potency. However, this is clearly an act, meant to deceive. An oblivious Fio doesn't suspect a thing. As Fio is about to walk past her, she hears Nadia's sniffling and feels compelled to help. Nadia can't help but smirk slightly, before quickly changing to a neutral expression as Fio approaches her.

Fio: Hey, Nadia? Are you okay?

Nadia: *stops cutting and looks up at Fio, wiping away a couple of tears trickling down her face* I’m fine. It’s just that this onion is so damn strong!

Fio: Want me to cut it?

Nadia: Yeah, sure thing, Fi-Fi!

Nadia gets out of the chair and steps aside, giving Fio the opportunity to sit down and chop the onion. However, to Nadia's utter shock and surprise, Fio barely makes a few cuts before bursting into tears and sobbing uncontrollably.

Nadia: Eh?! What the hell was that, Fi-Fi?! You didn’t even cut the goddamn onion!

Fio: *begins to speak through her tears as she puts the knife down on the cutting board* Onion… too… strong… It has scary power! Too much! *sniffles shortly after*

Nadia puts her hands on her hips, pouting slightly. Suddenly, she comes up with a great idea.

Nadia: Trevie! *takes a deep breath* TREVORRRRRR!

Trevor: What do you want?! I’m busy updating the security systems!

Nadia: Get your ass over here! We need help ASAP!

Trevor immediately runs over with swift precision, knowing that Nadia's call for help is urgent and serious. As he approaches Nadia and Fio, he slows down, his expression changing to one of slight confusion, his brow furrowed in puzzlement.

Trevor: Why is Fio crying?

Nadia: *she lets out a heavy sigh* The onion is too strong for Fio’s poor eyes… Can you cut it?

Trevor: *pauses for a brief moment before answering* Sure thing. Let the master of cutting handle this tricky situation. *pointing at himself with confidence as he said that*

Fio moves out of the way, giving Trevor some space as he snatches the knife and begins to cut the onion. He starts off confidently, slicing through the vegetable with ease, but his composure is short-lived. As soon as he catches a whiff of the potent onion, he dramatically passes out, falling to the floor with the knife still clutched in his hand. This sudden collapse scares Nadia and Fio, leaving them in shock.

Nadia: *she falls to her knees and tries to wake up Trevor by shaking him, but nothing happens* Oh, shit! Man down! MAN DOWN!

Fio: That onion is diabolical! *she says this in a nervous manner*

Tarma suddenly arrives at the scene, drawn by the commotion coming from the garage where the SV-001 is stored.

Tarma: Holy fuck! What happened to Trevor?

Nadia and Fio fearfully point at the onion without saying a word.

Tarma: Okay…

Tarma tries to remain calm, but he can't help feeling a tad irritated by all this "drama". Just then, Fio rushes over to him, using him as a shield to hide from the onion as Nadia continues to gently shake Trevor.

Tarma: *he looks at Fio with a raised eyebrow* You want me to cut up the onion?

Fio: Y-yes…

Tarma: Alrighty. I got you covered.

Tarma approaches the cutting board with Fio staying close behind. He pulls out his combat knife and proceeds to silently slice the onion into bite-sized pieces, his eyes remaining dry and unaffected. Just as he finishes, Eri arrives right on time.

Eri: Urm… *she points at Trevor* Is this why it took so long to cut up the onion?

Fio explains the whole ordeal to Eri.

Eri: … Why are Nadia and Trevor so fucking dramatic over an onion?

Fio nonchalantly shrugs

Nadia: The onion was too strong.

Eri: So what? I fucking told you to cut up the damn onion and, of course, you had to get Fio involved.

Tarma notices the situation is becoming increasingly awkward, so he decides to leave and walk back to the garage. Eri rolls her eyes as Nadia remains silent, then takes the cutting board laden with onion and walks over to Marco. Meanwhile, Trevor finally wakes up and begins giggling with Nadia.

Trevor: That was amazing!

Nadia: It sure is! You killed, Trevie! At least I didn’t have to cut up the onions this time. *bursting out into laughter*

Trevor: *he pats Nadia on the back* You always have a trick up your sleeves.

Fio gives them a shocked yet unimpressed look, then casually walks away from the two. Fio tells Eri that it was apparently a trick Nadia used to avoid cutting the onion. After dinner has been served and everyone's appetite has been satisfied, Eri unleashes an earful on Nadia and Trevor, one they will never forget. Later that day, Fio took a moment to thank Tarma for cutting up the onion, feeling grateful for his help.

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Three minor Rebel Army soldier OCs

Torquil Aitken: He’s a Scottish-American Rebel Vehicle Driver with curly coppery red hair, tanned skin, freckles, dull jade eyes, a butt chin, prominent stubble, and the standard Rebel soldier uniform. He's a cheerful extrovert whose charisma stems from his fun-loving attitude and ability to make others laugh with jokes tailored to their sense of humour. As a confident individual, he exudes swagger in his step and rarely shows fear in the face of adversity, but it can sometimes tip into recklessness and overconfidence. He'll stop at nothing to protect his comrades, but can't resist charming the ladies and indulging in the occasional bout of mischief.

Extra information:

When on the battlefield, Torquil prefers to pilot the Type-4 Girida-O, but occasionally switches it up with the T-2B Melty Honey when he's feeling overly confident. The only vehicle he refuses to drive is the Type-5 Iron Iso, due to its rarity on the battlefield and the fear of destroying it too quickly.

Torquil has a tendency to break into traditional Scottish songs while driving or during downtime, much to the amusement of his fellow Rebel soldiers.

Guilherme Carvalho: He’s a Brazilian Rebel Rifleman with wavy chocolate brown hair, umber skin, two facial moles (one above his eyebrow and one near the centre of his chin), and sunburst green-hazel eyes. Due to his compassionate and nurturing nature, he has a habit of prioritising the needs of others over his own, which can sometimes lead to self-neglect. He’s a shy individual that listens actively and shows genuine interest in others' concerns, but his patience wears thin when his paranoia takes hold. He strives to remain calm in high-pressure situations, but when overwhelmed, his composure can give way to ruthless and reckless behaviour.

Extra information:

Guilherme has a long-lost sister named Geovana, who is a successful surgeon, whom he finally got to meet in person before the Great Morden War.

Guilherme carries around a worn, handmade leather journal with him, passed down from his great-grandmother. He uses it to record his thoughts, observations, and insights, often accompanied by sketches of the people and environments he encounters.

Ferdinand Hofbauer: He’s an Austrian Rebel Gatling Soldier with straight jet black hair, warm beige skin, blue-grey eyes, a scar running across his left cheek, and a finely chopped goatee. He's quite serious and overprotective of his two best friends, Torquil and Guilherme, due to a deep-seated fear of losing them, stemming from the tragic loss of his pregnant wife. He’s a by-the-book individual who carefully follows protocols and expects the same from others, maintaining a stern expression while trying to avoid distractions. He’s a strategic thinker that rarely complains, preferring to keep his true emotions hidden behind a stoic mask.

Extra information:

Ferdinand adopted a blue tortoiseshell cat, naming her Franziska after his late wife, who was a law clerk. To his surprise, his Styrian Coarse-haired Hound, Benedikt, and the cat became fast friends, alleviating his worry that they might hurt each other.

Ferdinand always carries around two photographs: one with his deceased wife from before the Great Morden War and one with his two best friends from the Rebel Army.

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Do you know Metal Slug? Asking for a friend ÒwÓ

Metal slug? Never heard of it.

*looks it up*

Huh…it looks like if you took Terraria and made it a third person shooter.