Fandom Hexed into Hijinks! (Multifandom RP) {IC}

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Okarun’s breaths grew shallow, his heart beating fast as he took in the impossible, bizarre landscape around him. He was completely and utterly lost; his surroundings were nothing like the world he’d left behind seconds ago. Instead of familiar streets and faces, everything was strange... Massive, twisted trees loomed in the distance, while tiny sparkles of light...almost like glowing insects,floated through the dense mist that swirled around the field. Each breath he took felt thick, making it seem like the very air was trying to suffocate him. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of it, but each passing second seemed to only heighten his dread. It was as if everything around him was closing in, crushing him from all sides.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.

"Uh—uh, hold on—" His voice was barely more than a shaky whisper as he stumbled backward, clutching at his chest as though pressing down would somehow slow his racing heartbeat. "This… you… this isn’t real, right? Like, I’m dreaming or something? Or, like, this is some kind of bad prank? I was just… on my way home from school. And now—now you’re saying I have to go to… to some dungeon? With demons? And some kind of… death flower?! I… I can’t—" His words tumbled out, faster and more panicked with each words. The unfamiliar wizards around him were talking as though this was just a normal day for them, but for Okarun, it was anything but.

He struggled to breathe, each inhalation feeling more like a desperate gasp, his vision blurring as he swayed. His knees felt like they were about to give out beneath him, and he fought the urge to sit down, afraid he might pass out if he stopped moving. He muttered to himself, trying to make some kind of sense out of this nightmare. “Wait a second… This has to be some kind of… alien illusion thing, right?” he reasoned, his voice trembling. “Just like when that Flatwoods Monster created that weird space in Miss Ayase’s house…”

The thought of Momo made his chest tighten with worry... Where was she? Had she been pulled into this strange world too? He hadn’t seen her since they’d both been sucked through that portal, but he clung to the hope that she was here somewhere, and not stranded back in their world, confused and worrying about where he’d gone. The thought of her facing all this alone sent another wave of anxiety crashing over him, his vision tunneling as he felt himself growing even dizzier.

Okarun inhaled a deep breath, sighing to relieve all he absorbed." 1..2..3..4..5..why am i counting?" he blinked as he glared at the people around here. They all seem strange..but look like normal people at least. "Wait a second, i think i understand now! we were all abducted by aliens and now we are one some alien planet...and now they're going to do experiments on us." the thought made him whole body shiver and his face grew pale." either that..or this is a wicked fever dream.."

 

[Shroomie]

Linkle
The Cucco and Crossbow Crusader

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Linkle led a simple life. Sure, nobody would expect a hero to have come from raising Cuccos to wielding crossbows, but that didn't faze her a bit. She had finally proven herself to be a hero after all, and she had proved her entire village wrong! Still, she felt empty in a way, now that the War Across the Ages had come to a close. Now that she had gotten a taste of adventure, she was reluctant to return to her quiet life as the weird Cucco girl who had an obsession with the Hero of Legend.

So when she was taken to the strange land of Vespertine, and learned why they were there from the strange sorcerers (with rather cute names, she thought), it was all she could do to not let out a squeal of excitement. Rather than show panic and anger when she was roped into the plot to save Princess Andromeda by getting some flower from some Under Realm, she dusted off her tunic, stood up straight and tall, and raised a gloved hand in a salute. "My name's Linkle, sirs, and it'd be an honor to help you save your beloved princess from that evil bastard's curse!" she chirped. The contents of what lay in her future weren't important to the young Hylian. What did matter was that she was going on a new adventure!

It was at that moment, as she followed behind the two wizards, that she became aware of everyone else's reactions to the fact that quite simply, they were thrust into a quest against their will. Most of them were furious, some of them demanding why they should listen to the wizards while others asked for proof of what they were doing was the right thing.

"Why wouldn't you want to help?" she asked aloud, her brows furrowed as she tried to comprehend it. It was clear that the princess needed saving. If they didn't get this flower for her, everyone that lived here would be sentenced to life under the rule of a demon emperor, if not worse. Were all these people being selfish or what?? Did they not see the joy and honor of stepping up and being a hero? For some, that was evident. She could clearly see a few individuals who wanted to go home just because this was an inconvenience to them, not because they had anything better to do!

These thoughts flitted through the blondes mind, until a shaking voice caught her attention. Glancing around, her blue eyes landed on a young man with glasses and rather unruly hair who looked like he was about to faint with fear. She continued to follow the wizards, but sort of sidestepped over to him. She reached out and placed a hand on his back, trying to comfort him. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked gently, observing his face. He looked pale and almost nauseous. She hesitated, before she offered him a consoling smile. "There, there. It's going to be alright, there's no need to panic."

She then motioned towards the others in the party, before pointing towards herself as well. "I mean, we do have quite a lot of people here. And look at some of the swords, staffs, and other things that all these people have! Nothing will be able to lay a scratch on us, I'm sure!"

The excitement in her eyes had cooled down to a mild gentleness. "And hey, I know we're in a strange place with strange people right now, away from all our friends and family. But in the meantime, you can be friends with me," she declared, holding out her hand for a handshake. "I'm Linkle, and you are...?"

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Location: In front of the Brothers' Cabin

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Kunikida yet again somehow got roped into doing Dazai’s work while he went out to do ‘important stuff’ in his ‘free time’ dragging Atsushi out the door with him. The blonde ADA agent knows that’s a load of bull shit knowing Dazai is trying to get out of his responsibilities for the thousandth time, probably torturing Atsushi. Already irritable by Dazai slacking off work and dumping his job on his shoulders. He went off on Dazai, scolding him. The brunette, already in trouble, made a crude joke at his expense. The tips of Kunikida’s ears turned pink, a vein throbbed. His hand reached for the nearest glass, throwing it at Dazai’s head, he grabbed one after the other and threw in his rage, the glass made a solid connection to Dazai’s head. Blinded by his anger, he didn’t seem to notice Atsushi taking cover under the desk, to keep himself from being in the line of fire of Kunikida’s wrath.​

Just as he reached for another glass, Dazai disappeared for unexplainable reasons. An angry, confused, mutter passed his lips. Atsushi looked similarly confused as him. Kunikida didn't have time to think how long the teen was under the desk for when Atsushi upped and disappeared unexpectedly. He followed the other two shortly, waking up in a strange cabin. Confused and angry as it is, he stomped out of there, an elven girl mentioned something or other of saving a princess from a curse. He stopped listening as he spotted Dazai among them, his bandaged face is difficult to miss.​

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He charged over to Dazai. “ DAZAI!! I AM NOT DONE WITH YOU!!” He stomps over to the brunette, kicking him as hard as he can as Dazai falls flat on his face. He hovered over the brunette, breathing heavily. “ Are you trying to run the ADA’s name through the mud? You have important stuff to do in your free time, my ass!”​

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He grabs Dazai by the back of his coat collar, roughly lifting him up, forcing him to face him, shaking the brunette back and forth. “ You’re so keen on committing suicide I’ll strangle you with my own hands!!” He spat, his vein throbbing once again, incensed by Dazai’s slacking ways, his bull shit set Kunikida off. The crude joke only served to escalate the already, brunette in trouble, with Kunikida, brewing in the ADA headquarters.​

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[Shroomie]

Basil and Parsley glanced at each other as they were met with a torrent of backlash! Basil raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by everyone's threats and demands and anger in general. "We don't have time for this..." he scoffed, looking around at the group from behind his rectangular lenses before promptly turning on his heel and continuing to walk down the field, his extravagant robes fluttering in the breeze like the grass beneath his feet. "Parsley, do what you must to convince them. I'm off to find Fauna myself."

Parsley whirled around, gobsmacked, as his older brother left him to deal with all these unhappy foreigners. "Where are you going?! Basil!"

Still, the other wizard continued walking, perhaps slightly faster now.

Turning around, Parsley grit his teeth and endured the tsunami of negativity alone, his eyes watering from the sting each shout inflicted on not only his emotions, but his conscience. He tried to speak, but the voices coming from all angles only drowned his soft voice out.

He knew it was wrong. And he did genuinely want to send them back home. But they didn't have a choice, Basil and Parsley.

Only one or two of these people actually seemed keen to help them.

He had to make them see. He had to make them understand what kind of pressure they were under, what consequences their failure could bring.

So, with a determined huff, the young apprentice wiped the years from his eyes and pulled out his wand from inside his robes.

Instead of pointing it at the horde of angry people, however, he pointed it towards the sky, and uttered, "Spectaculum."

A sudden bang pierced the serenity of the field as a smoky, lavender cloud erupted from the tip of his wand. The cloud grew larger, and stronger, in the sky above, darker figures growing more visible in the cloud itself. It grew until it seemed like the heavens within a 1 mile radius above them were completely enchanted thanks to Parsley.

Once the cloud grew to its biggest point, Parsley began, pushing his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose, "You all think you're so important? You all want to know everything? Fine. I will tell you everything I know."

Inside the lavender cloud, formed three figures. One, hazy and undefined, one, clearly the silhouette of a person, and the third, a creature of vicious and towering stature, clearly capable of cruelty.

"Long ago, there were three spirits who resided over everything. The heavenly, the mortal, and the satanic. The satanic, well, they are just as they sound. Ruthless, vile, the worst of all spirits. They are normally corrupt spirits who are dragged down to the Under Realm by the Demon Emperor, Galangal, Lord of the Damned, King of the Under Realm.

Next, there are the heavenly. Not much is known about them, other that they were benign souls who blessed mortals with miracles and marvels, using their magic abilities."

The wizard's ears reddened a bit as he said this, but he continued.

"And the mortals, well, they are mostly just your average people. The people who live in Vespertine."

The cloud began to change, the three silhouettes melting into each other and forming into a large flower.

"One of the greatest miracles the heavenly had given Vespertine was the Blazei Flower. It once flourished over Vespertine, and had all sorts of wonderful properties to it. It was said that simply smelling the scent of this flower could help heal injuries, and that drinking the essence of the flower would cleanse the soul of all physical, mental, and spiritual wounds, essentially purifying the person. However, these effects were only effective on mortals. Demons couldn't use it."

The silhouette of the flower then suddenly burst into flames within the cloud, the cloud darkening and turning gray and stormy. Parsley's tone turned grave as he began, "Galangal, learning that mortals were using this plant to purify themselves of all weakness, sins, and corruption, went into a rage, waging a most brutal war on all of mankind."

The cloud showed gruesome silhouettes of men, women, even children, being killed in the mos terrible ways, until the cloud lightened into its misty lavender once more.

"The heavenly began to fight back in the name of the mortals they cherished so dearly, and they were able to seal Galangal away into the Under Realm, at the cost of the extinction of almost their entire kind, and the extinction of all the Blazei Flowers on the Surface Realm.

However, the Blazei war had ended, and the mortals had been saved, albeit at the most tremendous cost. They had lost their cherished flower, and it now only grows in the under realm. And so, mortals were once more sentenced to the possibility of damnnation for all eternity."

The cloud depicted screaming souls being dragged into a pit of fire by the ankles.

"But that wasn't enough for Galangal. He wanted to control everything, to make mortals pay for daring to defy their fates in the afterlife thanks to the Blazei flower."

The lavender cloud began churning and darkening again, and now it illustrated a sleeping woman lying underneath the grotesque shadow of Galangal, before she was swallowed whole by the darkness.

"He intends to start with the one thing preventing him from ruling Vespertine- the crown princess, Andromeda. And once she's out of the way, we will have no choice but to succumb to Galangal's tyranny...and every single one of us..."

The cloud turned from a dark midnight purple to pitch black, screams magically echoing from inside the cloud, growing louder, and louder, and louder...

"...We'll all be sentenced to endless torture once we perish. Forever."

The mage looked up at the sky, at the pitch black, swirling void of shrieks, his lips pressed tightly together, before he quickly raised his wand again, and shouted, "Perfectum spectaculum!"

And just like that, the screams began fading away, with the rest of the void of dark cloud, until churning night turned into soft day, the sun pouring over the area which had just seconds ago been dimmed by an artificial night.

 

[DovahBeat]

DovahBeat Ploegy
"Thanks Dude!" Prompto said to Pyralis. He really appreciated that the winged man helped him.
Bakugo turned his attention toward Pyralis. A another winged hero, like Hawks.
Bakugo smirked."Champion of the Gods? What's your quirk to go with that claim? My quirk can blow you with one blast! I shall make you remember my hero name, King Explosion Murder God...Dynamight!!!"
"Guys....this is getting out of hand!" Prompto said. He was still nurcing his injured cheek. Did he have any potions on him. He didn't know.

"Quirk? Oh, you mean power?" Pyralis questioned. "Well, my mother was Nyx, but I didn't inherit too much from her in the way of godly abilities. But I can do this." Pyralis pointed his finger down at Bakugo's shadow, then flicked it up towards his head. The world would suddenly go almost pitch black to bakugo, as if it was covered in shadow. Pyralis had simply moved his shadow to blind the hero-in-training.
"And I wouldn't go claiming to be a god, unless you want the real gods to smite you. Poseidon and Zeus especially can be petty about that. And maybe instead of asking what a person's powers are, ask what they've actually done to back up their claims. There's been many heroes that don't have anything other than a blessing or even their wits and they end up achieving great things."

Pyralis then turned once Parsley began speaking, watching the clouds change with wonder.
This story was similar, yet so different from what he knew in his own world.
"I understand. And I would love to help, but my own world is under attack by the Titans and the gods are missing and-- and I don't even feel qualified to deal with my world's problems! How am I supposed to be qualified to help yours? Sorry, I-- I just don't know if I can do this. And if I die here... then I'm never going to see Hermes again, and I can't do that!"

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[CHUUYAS_HAT]

No Longer Human.

Osamu Dazai.

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He had just landed with a great thud when he spotted his subordinate-well, apprentice questioning his humanity in the corner. Dazai would be too if it weren't for where they both were in now-but in reality, he didn't want to put too much thought on it. The brunette was already coddling with the white haired boy when a rough voice spoke to him. Dazai had expected this and only teased Atsushi further on his thoughts, but he really didn't think smelling a rabid dog was the next thing to do on his list.

"Oho, Atsushi-Kun~! Did you hear that? I think I must be getting sick again from all the work overload. Or maybe it was just the sound of rat scuttling by. I wouldn't bother with it if I were you."

He grinned, only sighing when Atsushi just shrugged him off like a fly. But none the less, he had noticed the one who had called out too him but chose to ignore them. A mere glance was shot to the well dressed man-Akutagawa. The younger one always seemed to have a scowl, something Dazai learned to keep away from his own face. But the bandaged man wasn't quite free yet because a sudden startling yelling spout arouse and before he knew it, he was being thrown around recklessly in the arms of his own partner. When had poor Kunikida came?

Dazai didn't plan on eating dirt either, but the only thing now leaving his mouth were handfuls of it's cakey texture. His undershirt was also getting quite wrenched up a bit too much that he decided enough was enough.

"Kuniiiii-kiiiiiii-duhhh! You know being angry can cause severe increase of aging. And your wrinkles will leave scars in ways that make you look hideous then how you already are! You should really write that down in that trusty handbook of yours, riggghttt?"

This gave Dazai enough time to actually understand his surroundings. Parsley seemed to have just taken charge, but foccusing was always a problem for him. A purple cloud appeared only to vanish-how useless! Though, there was true potential. Perhaps there was more to it than he thought. He changed his facial expression, forgetting for a moment he was with the blonde man.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

Kinch -- Ajaw

As much as Parsley seemed to be trying to convince everyone, it didn't satisfy the reasoning for Kinich. He had his own mind made up-and it didn't seem like everyone could really leave without complying first. He would be helping no matter his own thoughts on the mission-simply because it was tradition to help one in need. But that wasn't like he cared to much about the life humans lived either. Someone wanted him dead either way-someone probably would also need help getting persuaded. But that wasn't going to happen. Ajaw always got forced into situations he didn't like because this was Kinich's body, not Ajaw's.

Everyone else seemed to be thinking their own choices too, yet there were also few just bickering aloud in a heat that could break one's ear drums. Kinich just pursed his lips. "A flower in need of being found to protect those in danger of being controlled from the one close to ruling. This situation seemed to have called the worst people at the time, because all I see right now are....fools."

The last part was muttered.

"Woohoo, at least you agree with me on something! Though I'd prefer to never be associated with a person like you. You know how painful it is to just sit by and wait for you to die only to see you live one more day and breathe another breath?! Oh god, I would kill you if I could, but I am cursed to the contract."

"Then I'm vey much thankful to the ones above who let you be in pain."

He shut his eyes, hearing Ajaw already start to let out more angry splutters. A small toot sounded and Kinich waved Ajaw away from his face-where Ajaw was pretending Kinich had glasses and was blowing one of those party noisers.

"I'm not sure if you'll welcome these others or scare them away now, Ajaw....though I think it's likely the second."

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[SirPrompto15]

Katsuki Bakugo and Prompto Argentum.
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"Hmph,you're going down ypu stupid godly ext..." His world suddently went pitch black. "What the hell is this? A shadow quirk? Like that Birdbrain Tokoyami?!!!! Get me out of here!!!" He roars. He heard Prralis lecture him about not claiming to be the god unless he wants the gods to smite him. " Oh please,the only ones who pretends to be gods are those stupid villains!" Bakugo spat. He coudn't see it for now but he heard Parsley's tale. So did Prompto." I got experirnce in fighting evil. Count me in!" He said with a smile."I'm not thst strong but I'll do what i can to help!"
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Zenitsu Agatsuma
Shroomie Acethekidd mimitchi
Zenitsu became calm and quiet as he listened to Parsley's tale about the reason why they were all brought in this new world. "I'm scared..." he told his newfound allies surounding him near the cabin. "But I reslly want to improve. If I can help stop this demon king,when I return home to my friends afterwords,I'll no longer be a coward."

 

[Kaiju Cat]

His cold eyes stirred, he maintained that scowl on his face. I’m being compared to a rat…? Also he’s ignoring me. When will he notice my growth? His stare affixed on Dazai. Akutagawa figured he and Kunikida are always like this as their partnership in the ADA. He overhears Parsley explain himself- the plume of lavender cloud dissipated. He’s been through the torturous hell of his childhood growing up in the slums and didn’t want to experience that hell again. ​

And Akutagawa is against torturing his targets, preferably finishing his intended job as quickly and efficiently as possible. He didn’t budge or give any Indication he agreed to help. “ Finding a flower to help protect those people from the big bad sounds pretty unconvincing to me. And downright foolish.” ​

Finding the Blazei flower seemed like a needle in a haystack. If it’s sought after with its powers, surely there are others seeking to harvest it. Whatever it may be, the brothers didn’t come off as convincing, nor trustworthy. He looked at Parsley, his face explained his distrust of them. And going off through the hell gate means having to work along with Kunikida and Jinko. No one, not even the herb, oddly named brother can make him want to work along with the weretiger. ​

“ You can’t possibly get me to work with Jinko,” He said, closing his eyes. ​

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[Paradox9]

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"I want to believe that you're more than just a hypocrite. So while I'm here, show me first-hand what saving people means to you. Show us."

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“Was this really done through alchemy?”

"They are dressed like wizards from a fantasy movie. So yes."

Shirabe stated matter-of-factly.

The fact this coat wearing blonde boy also knew enough about alchemy to ask, drew Shirabe's stare. The only people that tend to know that kind of thing aren't "normal". Which meant he was either in a special organization of some kind or an actual Alchemist himself. Looking at everyone here, quite a few fell into one of those two categories. Only a couple looked to be what S.O.N.G. would consider normal civilians, and Shirabe herself counted as one at the moment.

"Why wouldn't you want to help?"

The girl in green spoke up and the raven haired gear wielder's eyes widened ever so slightly. The kind of energy that this girl had was akin to Hibiki's own overzealous nature. To just help strangers and trust them regardless of consequences. Even at the cost of your own life...

Shirabe did want to have an impact in a similar way for others, but this wasn't second nature to her like Hibiki, the commander, or even Kirika. ESPECIALLY without Kirika around.

"...."

"Parsley, do what you must to convince them. I'm off to find Fauna myself."

So he was just going to leave? Did he feel no responsibility for anything here? Yet he expected help? Shirabe was becoming more torn by the second. She had made a conviction to change, to be more accepting and open but...

"Don't be a hypocrite. You can't expect to put others in danger and walk away. "

The ex F.I.S. member knew a man like that, and yet she also knew another. The last time she had told someone that, it was wrong. Hopefully this accusation wouldn't be correct either.

"Spectaculum."

The magic filled the sky as Shirabe's grip on her coffee can tightened. At the sight of mysterious forms taking shape, she thought it might be some new way of summoning Noise. She wondered if she would need to pull out her pendant but... no, it was some sort of illusion?

The story that played out was pretty long. The Heavenly, the Mortals, the Satanic, and how the Blazel Flower was a source of miracles to the people of Vespertine. Cleansing themselves of sin? Wasn't that what happened to Hibiki? A single sweatdrop betrayed her poker face.

As for miracles well, Shirabe knew what Hibiki would say to that. "Everything will be fine! We can create our own miracles!" ...or something.
As the story was finished, Shirabe lowered her eyelids a little in focus. Trying to grasp it all and use prior knowledge to help it make sense to her.

Unfortunately only partly did but she pretended to just go with it. Even without much worldliness, she could just use the movies they watched or things she saw in the other worlds to fill in the blanks. That wasn't the most important thing to Shirabe anyway. Her hand raised to show the black and pink scrunchie she wore. It was as lonely as her without the girl that held the paired item.

"I don't want to help a hypocrite but I need to return no matter what. Everyone is probably worried. Kiri-chan needs me. I...."

Need her.

Finishing that sentence didn't matter. These people wouldn't understand. Just as she didn't always understand them. The Lydian student then asked a awkward question as if it completely fit into the mood of the moment. She raised her empty coffee can and looked back and forth before saying:

"Where is the trash can?"

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“Was this really done through alchemy?”

They are dressed like wizards from a fantasy movie. So yes."

Shirabe stated matter-of-factly.

The fact this coat wearing blonde boy also knew enough about alchemy to ask, drew Shirabe's stare. The only people that tend to know that kind of thing aren't "normal". Which meant he was either in a special organization of some kind or an actual Alchemist himself. Looking at everyone here, quite a few fell into one of those two categories. Only a couple looked to be what S.O.N.G. would consider normal civilians, and Shirabe herself counted as one at the moment.

"Why wouldn't you want to help?"

The girl in green spoke up and the raven haired gear wielder's eyes widened ever so slightly. The kind of energy that this girl had was akin to Hibiki's own overzealous nature. To just help strangers and trust them regardless of consequences. Even at the cost of your own life...

Shirabe did want to have an impact in a similar way for others, but this wasn't second nature to her like Hibiki, the commander, or even Kirika. ESPECIALLY without Kirika around.

"...."

"Parsley, do what you must to convince them. I'm off to find Fauna myself."

So he was just going to leave? Did he feel no responsibility for anything here? Yet he expected help? Shirabe was becoming more torn by the second. She had made a conviction to change, to be more accepting and open but...

"Don't be a hypocrite. You can't expect to put others in danger and walk away. "

The ex F.I.S. member knew a man like that, and yet she also knew another. The last time she had told someone that, it was wrong. Hopefully this accusation wouldn't be correct either.

"Spectaculum."

The magic filled the sky as Shirabe's grip on her coffee can tightened. At the sight of mysterious forms taking shape, she thought it might be some new way of summoning Noise. She wondered if she would need to pull out her pendant but... no, it was some sort of illusion?

The story that played out was pretty long. The Heavenly, the Mortals, the Satanic, and how the Blazel Flower was a source of miracles to the people of Vespertine. Cleansing themselves of sin? Wasn't that what happened to Hibiki? A single sweatdrop betrayed her poker face.

As for miracles well, Shirabe knew what Hibiki would say to that. "Everything will be fine! We can create our own miracles!" ...or something.
As the story was finished, Shirabe lowered her eyelids a little in focus. Trying to grasp it all and use prior knowledge to help it make sense to her.

Unfortunately only partly did but she pretended to just go with it. Even without much worldliness, she could just use the movies they watched or things she saw in the other worlds to fill in the blanks. That wasn't the most important thing to Shirabe anyway. Her hand raised to show the black and pink scrunchie she wore. It was as lonely as her without the girl that held the paired item.

"I don't want to help a hypocrite but I need to return no matter what. Everyone is probably worried. Kiri-chan needs me. I...."

Need her.

Finishing that sentence didn't matter. These people wouldn't understand. Just as she didn't always understand them. The Lydian student then asked a awkward question as if it completely fit into the mood of the moment. She raised her empty coffee can and looked back and forth before saying:

"Where is the trash can?"


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[Kaiju Cat]

Kunikida arched a blonde eyebrow, noticing Akutagawa in his line of vision. The ADA and the Port Mafia did ally together when the situation called for it, sure. They’re still enemies. Having Akutagawa with the reputation he bulilt, as unpredictable as he is, is a good thing. He only knows Dazai used to be Akutagawa’s mentor when he was part of the Port Mafia, that’s what little he knows of the brunette’s past. He’s not keen on working alongside the Hell Hound either, the feeling is mutual apparently. ​

As Parsley explained himself, Kunikida raised his eyebrows. Unlike, the elven girl clad in a green tunic readily jumped on the idea of going on her next adventure. He thought of it as a simple magic show, and Basil leaving his brother to deal with the mess they made seemed a touch hypocritical. To get annoyed with their reactions didn’t sit right with him either. “ Right, what makes you think we want to clean up the mess you two made? You haven’t proved yourselves trustworthy just a thought.” At least that seemed to be everyone’s reaction except for two. ​

When Dazai called out to him, albeit stretching it dramatically, and insulting him. “ Firstly, it’s Kunikida not Kuni-niii-kiduhh!” He slammed Dazai upside the head with his knuckles, roughly. He began writing down what Dazai he said, “ Anger can cause a severe increase in aging.. leaves scarring..“ ​

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Zenitsu, Parsley

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"Hm?"

Feeling someone bump into him, Gintoki lowered his lazy gaze to the culprit; it was just some blonde brat around Kagura's age. "Oi, kid, watch where you're going." His voice was still light and nonchalant as he tucked his hand into yukata. What caught his attention, however, was the sword at his side and the clothes he wore. "Huh? Are you some kind of cosplayer or something?" There's no way such a nervous wreck could swing around a sword...then again, appearances can be deceiving. He knew that better than anyone else.

Before he could question Zenitsu any further, his attention was seized by the amalgamation of dark clouds in the sky. "Listen, uh, Barsley, was it? You're not gonna change my mind. Just let me stay at the cabin..." The silver samurai's voice faltered when various gruesome images flashed across the sky. He was no stranger to war and how it brought the worst in people, but for a second, anger flickered in his eyes. His right hand grazed his bokuto, Lake Toya, but he exhaled a long sigh and forced himself to relax.

It would be so much better to walk away. Why should he risk his life for a world he wasn't familiar with when he had people waiting for him at home? The thought of Kagura and Shinpachi panicking and thinking he was dead in some ditch put a sour taste in his mouth...

...but when he glanced at the others, realizing how young and innocent some of them were, he started to hesitate telling Parsley off. "Dammit..." Gintoki grumbled under his breath as he ran a frustrated hand through his unruly hair. "Listen, kid. This isn't going to be some walk through a haunted house," He told Zenitsu, "you're still young. Spend your time throwing spitballs at other kids or catching beetles. Don't throw it all away for something that should be handled by adults." In spite of blunt words, he took a step forward towards Parsley, holding his palm out.

"I don't get all this satanic bullcrap, but if you want my help, you gotta hire me first." He stated without missing a beat. "So pay up. It can be food, money, booze, a date with the pretty princess after we save her...anything works."

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Okarun looked at Linkle, eyes wide, still shaking a little, her words almost lost in the storm of his own thoughts. He couldn't understand how she could be so calm—no, scratch that—how she could be excited about all this. His whole body felt like it was buzzing, his mind spinning around the dangers they’d just learned about, the cursed princess, the demon emperor, and that flower that could only be found in some Under Realm nightmare! This was too much, way too much, and here she was, giving him a comforting pat on the back and a big, grin.

His breaths were shallow as he tried to speak, his words stumbling out. “I—um—I'm Ken Takakura, but people call me Okarun,” he mumbled, taking her hand with a clammy grip and glancing up to meet her gaze. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but Linkle's calmness made him feel somewhat relaxed

“I-i cant believe everyone is chill with this” the boy would push up his glasses. “ Now that i think about it...seems like something out of a manga.” you'll think he would be used to crazy stuff happening..but he wasn't prepared to be brought into another world

He ran his hands through his hair, feeling the weight of the whole situation becoming more then he could bare “I just—this isn't an adventure I signed up for..I’m already trying to get urrr..find something of mines back at home. I don’t even know how I ended up here, and now I’m supposed to be a hero?" He could feel his heart pounding again, just thinking about it. "Like... I get that we’re supposed to help, but... aren’t you worried?”

Okarun studied her face, almost searching for a crack in her resolve, something to tell him he wasn’t the only one overwhelmed. But Linkle seem to be eager and he couldn’t understand. She wasn’t just okay with it—she seemed genuinely thrilled by the idea. Her comfort was real, sure, but that almost made him more nervous. Could she really be that confident, or did she just not understand how dangerous this all sounded?

“I...well” he said inhaled a deep breath “Sorry for freaking out..”

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[Shroomie]

Carmen Sandiego
Where in the world is she?

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Carmen glanced around at everyone else (accidentally catching the eye of a bored-looking samurai type before quickly looking away). Most of them were unhappy, and rightfully so, she thought. A statement from a young man wearing a mask and dressed in black, asking for proof, made her nod in agreement, though his attire made her stare for a moment with curiosity, before she peeled her eyes away and focused back onto Parsley. "You can't just expect us to pitch in just because you say so, you know."

"Why wouldn't you want to help?" asked a young woman dressed in green. Carmen gave her the once-over as she consoled a rather petrified looking boy. She reminded her of some sort of protagonist in a story book. A hero that goes off on a quest to save a princess from the clutches of evil, all while smiling and acting out of pureness of heart. That sounded about right.

But the heroine's words struck a chord inside the thief. Although she was a criminal, she had dedicated her life to helping others. She could either stay, and possibly sacrifice her life to something that had nothing to do with her and her own world, or back out and become a hypocrite to her own morals.

As the two wizards were bombarded with an onslaught of demands and just hostility in general, the scarlet outlaw waited for them to crack under the pressure. But that didn't happen. Instead, the older one simply ignored their protests and continued walking down the path he was on, while the other looked like he was about to start crying because all the attention was now on him to explain. Carmen's expression softened, and she stopped herself from saying anything else. That is, until the young wizard brandished his wand, which caused Carmen to take a cautionary step back.

"Wha-?!" A startled gasp escaped her ruby lips as Parsley's wand erupted with smoke, which floated upward and grew stronger until the skies above were completely fogged with a lavender cloud. Carmen stared, open-mouthed, at the heavens, as figures and silhouettes appeared and disappeared and melted into each other in sync with Parsley's story. Unable to tear her eyes away, she reached inside her trench coat and pulled out what looked like a compact mirror. She opened it up, and clumsily pressed a few buttons on the gadget, until it began recording the spectacle. "Player, are you seeing this?" she whispered, pressing a finger to her earring. There was silence, whether because he wasn't there at the moment or because he was silent from watching, she didn't know, but she didn't register that at the moment because she was letting Parsley's words sink in.

The most terrible scenes were illustrated in the cloud. Of demons, and death, and warfare. And how this demon responsible for taking the lives of innocent people, of CHILDREN, was preparing to conquer Vespertine and continue terrorizing everyone who lived on the Surface Realm. Just because the mortals used a flower that was given to them by the Heavenly! Carmen's expression grew severe. The mortals weren't to blame, they were only using the miracle given to them. And yet, they were being sentenced to punishment despite not even being alive during the war that occurred, nor even having seen a Blazei Flower before in their life!

'Wait,' she reasoned with herself, as she listened to the shrieks emanating from the black cloud above, the immediate area so dark, the only light being from her compact mirror. 'This could well be a trap. He could be using emotions to persuade us into some sort of scheme that you might not want a part of.'

Soon enough, the cloud disappeared, and with it, went the shouts of everyone else, in favor of more quiet murmurs. Carmen glanced down at her mirror before she put it away, tucking it safely inside her trench coat. She slipped away from the party quietly, walking a few feet away into the tall grass. She pursed her lips as she thought, now that she could have an unbiased retrospect of what she had just learned.

The thief understood why Basil and Parsley were doing this, why they were keeping them here. If it were her in their shoes, she'd probably do the same. But she couldn't buy into what Parsley had told them just yet. Not without proof.

Slowly, the maroon-haired woman reached into her coat again and pulled out a pair of binoculars. She raised them to her eyes, and scoped out the castle-town of Vespertine that sat closeby. Her eyes rested on Basil for a second, who was already almost at the gates of the town, before her view swept up towards the castle. Zooming in closer, she quickly glanced at each window that was visible over the gates, until she stopped at one that caught her attention. She saw the shadow of a woman in a dress standing by the window, before she was ushered off by a butler. The butler closed the blinds.

Carmen pulled the binoculars away from her face, deep in thought. Then, an idea came to her.

"Can you take us to see the princess?" she asked, joining the group again and tapping Parsley on the shoulder. "If we're going to help her, I mean. It only seems right to meet the person we're going to such great lengths to save, after all."

Tags (mentioned): Ploegy (Joker), mimitchi (Gintoki)
Location: In front of the Brothers' cabin

 

[Ploegy]

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Despite the attempts made to quench the boiling tempers, nothing seemed to appease to many of the people Eupha found herself currently among. The boy who had threatened one of the others didn't seem to be stopping even when confronted by another individual, and even more seemed to be panicking and/or complaining about their current situation, aside from one green cladded girl whom she could faintly hear. Her good hearted intentions felt like a breath of fresh air among all the negativity that swirled around them, plus it was nice to hear another whom seemed to share a similar sentiment to herself. Of course she would rather go home and return to her own duties, but she couldn't simply turn her back on someone in need. Such kindness had been given to her only recently, and that was part of her reasoning for asking Will if she could join him. She wanted to help others, while in turn learning of the world which she had once been hidden from. Did this place even count as that though? She supposed that was a question she wouldn't have a definitive answer to. Nevertheless, this was no different than any other place beyond Virga Island's borders.

Finding resolving in those thoughts, she was at ease with everything around her. Her mind was already set on what she needed to do, even with little sway from the wizardly brothers. Perhaps she was too kind in that regard. Even so, the least she could do was hear them out in full and offer aid to the best of her ability, though the thought of dying for such a cause did bring forth some hesitation. These weren't her people after all, nor was this her world. To die here would mean to gain nothing in the betterment of the Mustari. That was the fine line she would have to walk, and it was one she would make clear if she needed to.

Eupha was prepared to finally attempt to address the wizards, but in that moment her attention was pulled away. The gaze of another was hard to ignore. Even with them not in her current sightlines, she could feel their eyes upon her. It was a strange sensation, one she could not explain. Admittedly, she wasn't used to being gazed upon by others outside her tribe. Will and his friends had been her first true encounter with outsiders, and even then she hadn't been around them long enough to truly become comfortable with such things. To most it would be such a minor things, yet for Eupha, it was a mountain to overcome, especially given the oppression her people received from those above them in the tribal hierarchy.

Keeping her wits about her, the priestess turned her head in the stranger's direction, allowing her violet eyes to fall upon them in a matter of seconds. It seemed before she could even properly give him a look, he had already turned his attention away in what seemed like a panic. Had she done something to appear hostile? Or had he turned quickly because he realized what she was? According to her brother, people of the other tribes often were unsettled by the Mustari's third eye. It was why they often wore masks. It not only made their tribe clear, but it also offered a sense of comfort for those who bothered to speak with them. Maybe she should do such a thing. Her mask was attached to her staff after all, even if it made it heavier to carry.

Before she could make her decision though, her inner musings were interrupted by Parsley's sudden use of magic. It was more than enough of a display for her third eyes to pick up on it and alert her mind to focus her attention on the wizard for the time being.

The sight of the lavender cloud was quite intriguing. Eupha had seen plenty of magic in her life, even the unique properties of the Archetypes wasn't quite like this, though she supposed that was to be expected. They were used for combat whereas this magic clearly wasn't anything of the sort. The scenes which it depicted flowed alongside Parsley's words. It was a story that felt oddly familiar, eerily so actually. Her heartstrings were tugged at. As someone who would do anything for her own people, she could relate to going such lengths to help them. It also reminded her of the situation Will had spoken of. They had been searching for a cure to a curse too, one which had led them to the conclusion that they needed to its caster. Such a feat would not only free the prince, but keep the country from falling into the rule of that very man. To think this scenario was no different was bizarre, yet its familiarity gave her an odd sense ease as weird as it was. It was almost like she was meant to be here to fulfill the needs of the people so they wouldn't be tormented for eternity.

"Those poor people. The innocents don't deserve such treatment," she murmured softly to herself as she lowered her head in a quick prayer, even if it was meaningless. "Please protect them, Eht. I know they are not your people, but surely you will not discriminate."

While her god would unlikely even be present in this world, she still had faith in her words as she lifted her head again. It was just in time to hear some of the others still voicing the same complaints from before. They simply wanted to go home. No words seemed to get through to them. How unfortunate for the poor wizard who was left to fend for himself. However, she didn't wish to add to his concerns. Instead she was reminded of the boy from before. It would be rude not to assure him he did nothing wrong, right?

It was hopeful thinking, yet Eupha wholeheartedly threw herself into it. Reaching around to her back, she carefully pulled her mask from its place and brought it up over her head. The faint glow of purple orbs were the only things visible from the holes in her mask. Even so, to her it made herself easier to speak to. With her face now covered, she turned herself towards Edward and approached him slowly to ensure she didn't upset him more than she presumed she had.

"Pardon me," she spoke as she lifted a hand up to hopefully catch his attention. "I apologize if I made you uncomfortable before. I know my tribe is often looked down upon because of our third eye. I hope the mask helps ease up that possible uncomfortableness."

 

[darkred]

• Lucius Verius
• Queen Gorgo, Spartan Queen
• Marius Titus

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  Lucius looked around at the others who had gathered and noticed Parsley began to explode with anger, due to all the stress that seemed to be getting to him.
  
  Seconds turned into minutes and the skies became blacker than the underworld itself.
  
  "So, this Blazei flower and the princess is what Galanga is after?"
  
  Being no stranger to being yelled at by many others, he gritted his teeth, trying to keep his own anger under control. There was a huge group and everyone was seemingly talking over each other after the dark cloud and screaming cleared.
  
  "Alright, fine. I'm in... This mission is a risky one. But at least the faces around him had a common goal in facing impossible odds right?"
  
  Shroomie (GM) darkred (Lucius)
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  With people screaming and yelling over each other, the Queen of Sparta quickly realized she was wrong at yelling at the two wizards. She eyed Joker who was scolding everyone that they shouldn't be yelling at the two trying to save them as she turned, taking a breath at the sense of sanity in the man's voice. During the arguing, someone caught her eye? Some Greek demigod was here? But what god did they worship?
  
  She forget her worries and walked over to Py "Hello, stranger. I seem to have noticed you are a Greek somehow. You must have quite the history. I am the Queen of the City-State, Sparta Gorgo."
  
  The warrior queen took a breath when each of the mages that had called them, one had left and left Parsley to make the skies turn black forcing everyone to pay attention to what was happening.
  
  "In order to get out of here, we have to find the flower and return the princess?"
  
  
  
  ( Ploegy - Joker mention) Shroomie Kaiju Cat (Py, the Demigod) darkred (Queen Gorgo)
  
  
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  Marius pushed his way through the crowd, trying to get a strict explanation from the crowd only to have the two mages ahead of him and the crowds, one of them leaving Parsley to do things himself.
  
  "ENOUGH. It's clear all of us were sent here for a reason. If by the gods, or by some other methods, it's clear nobody else will send us home without claiming this flower or saving the princess."
  
  If to add to Joker's speech otherwise.
  
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[SirPrompto15]

Zenitsu Agatsuma
mimitchi Shroomie
Zenitsu did hear what the lay back samourai did say. "A cosplayer? I have no idea whst it is. I'm a member of the Demon Slayer Corps,which is why I carry a sword...whatever your name is. My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma.
After Parsley explained everything and Zenitsu said how he felt about his situation,the layback samourai,who didn't change his mind about staying at the cabin,told him that he shouldn't throw everything away for something that could be handle by adults.

This guy was a mix between the water Hashira,Giyu Tomioka and the Mist Hashira,Muichiro Tokito,when it come to personality.

"I don't know you at all,but I just can't! Ever since I joined the Demon Slayer Corps, I'm force to fight with my life on the line. People back home are counting on me. Tanjiro...Inosuke...Nezuko...even Gramps..."

He cried when he mentioned the latter. "Gramps commited Seppuku because my brother in training got turned willingly into a demon and joined Muzan Kibutsuji,the demon king."

He stares at Gintoki with a serious expresion.

 

[SheepKing]

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The moment those words slipped from Edward he felt a set of eyes boring into him. The black haired girl from earlier seemed to hold a rather strong reaction to Ed simply repeating her claim, it wasn’t like he’d said anything too alarming, right? Even on the other side of the gate just mentioning the existence of alchemy as a concept wasn’t going to get that kind of reaction (claiming it to be a real genuine science on the other hand…) And it wasn’t the look of judgmental skepticism he’d long grown used to either. She didn’t think he was crazy, and what she said next was stated with such assertion he didn’t doubt for a second that she truly believed in what she was saying.

…Which made it all the more puzzling when her next words were all about wizards and fantasy films.

What?

He couldn’t help but look a little baffled, but recovered decently quick enough to supply a non-answer of his own, scratching the back of his head as he turned away.

“Oh, you mean that kind of alchemy. Sorry, I was probably thinking of something else.”

The kind of alchemy in fiction that was just a fancier way of saying ‘It’s magic’ which in that case, yeah those two definitely fit the bill. Still, at that point why would she be so specific as to call it alchemy here and now? And knowing it was a forbidden act of all things…that was way too specific to be a trope. If alchemy actually existed in her world, was that just a common thing?

He’d need to make a mental note to talk more with the girl later. It was a far shot but if she did know something about alchemy, maybe she’d have a better idea of the transmutation used to bring them here. Although with the way she stared at him, Edward didn’t doubt for a second she likely held certain assumptions on the practice. Maybe she held the Ishbalan’s way of thinking, or it was something else Ed didn't think of. Either way he supposed he’ll find out eventually.

“Ed..?”​

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Lullaby of Resembool

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“Winry? How did you-”

Imagine seeing someone wear the face of a person you know. Maybe its of a close friend, a family member, a lover, or even an acquaintance. In every single way they look just like the person, down to the minute details. Because for all intents and purposes it is them. And yet, they do something that’s off. Their smiles aren’t as wide any more. Their intonation is a little deeper than you remember it being. Perhaps they even carry themselves a little differently, favoring one arm or leg over the other seemingly out of nowhere. Yet, it has to be them, right?


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There used to be an Edward on the other side of The Gate, and it was far easier to claim a death certificate was false than forging a new identity from the ground up.

Except the other Edward wasn’t just an identity to steal. He was a person, someone with people who cared for him, who mourned for him, who looked at this person who seemed just like him, and yet behaved as if he was an actor merely impersonating the idea of the person they mimicked.

That baffled look he’d see in their eyes, it was the same expression Winry wore.

This wasn’t his Winry.

She was too pale. Her eyes were a brighter blue than the dark cobalt he remembered, her chin was far broader, her hair too shiny.

It wasn’t her, and Edward hated the wave of relief that washed over him knowing his Winry was home safe, while this Winry so clearly wasn’t.

He stood there, staring at the doppelgänger in front of him, just as she gazed toward the doppelgänger before her.

“I…”

Edward’s words died before they could leave his throat. What could he even say to her?

I know I look familiar but surprise! I’m just here to serve as a cruel reminder of the person you actually care about!

Maybe that was a little harsh. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know what it was like to be on the other side of the situation. He knew what it was like to be surrounded by people who looked like those you loved and yet wholly weren’t. If this Winry needed anything, it’d be empathy.

His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, but eventually he’d manage to get out,

“I’m sorry, I’m not the Edward from your world”

Despite everything, Edward forced himself to give a sympathetic smile, something to show he really meant it.

“-But I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you get back home, I'm sure you have plenty of people there waiting for you, right?”

Would that world’s Edward also be there waiting?

A loud crack towards the front of the group interrupted that thought.

“Winry!-“

Without thinking, Edward instinctively ushered the Winry behind him, a hand immediately belining for something stashed away in his jacket. Whatever the object was there wouldn’t be revealed, save for a brief glimpse of bronze as Edward pulled his arm out empty handed. He realized it wasn’t the sound of gunfire. No, towards the front of the group it seemed the remaining young man had now had enough of the group’s frustration, and decided to take matters into his own hands, releasing some kind of smoke into the crowd.

For a moment Edward’s mind went to the horror stories of chemical warfare he’d often hear from veterans of the Great War. Mustard gas that’d leave you dead in the hour. Except, rather than the ugly shade of yellow and distinctive smell, this gas was purple and odorless.

He’d remain cautious, but seeing as the young man hadn’t covered his face or made an escape, it didn’t seem like this was any kind of attack. Still, Edward kept his guard up as the purple gas continued to pour out, keeping Winry close to his side as it finally congealed into one large cloud.

It wouldn’t be long before the wizard finally revealed its purpose.

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Philosopher’s Stone

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He was telling a creation tale of spirits, Demon Emperors, and the divine. It was like something he’d hear in a bible story, except the way he phrased it all…It was clear he wasn’t just telling this without purpose.

No, he was constructing a narrative, and the moment things switched from past tense to present, alarms were already ringing in Edward’s head. So even when images of war and slaughter were projected against the clouds surface, violence on the scale of Ishbal or Liore, Edward had to force himself to not fixate on the potential horrors that he spoke of, but to instead question why the wizard framed the situation in such a theatrical manner, and what that may mean for his intentions.

He didn’t want to assume the worst, but there were far too many red flags that couldn’t be ignored.

The cloud vanished, leaving the group to grapple with all that had been said. Some still remained cautious, giving their empathy while reasserting the reasons why they couldn’t help. Some didn’t buy it for a second while others quickly agreed to the cause.

Edward himself took a moment to internalize everything said, shown, or implied, finally reaching his own conclusion.

“Listen, without any legitimate proof for what you're saying, I can’t believe you. I come from a world that doesn’t have such clear distinctions between what you’d consider good and bad. Sometimes people with genuinely good intentions are tricked into hurting others, and if I’m going to be honest, most of what you’ve said sounds exactly the sort of thing a person would say in order to do just that”

Edward’s right hand clenched slightly as he raised his arm, gazing down towards the limb as he spoke.

“I’ve seen what happens when people are encouraged to blindly believe in the existence of some inherent enemy and how that’s used to justify violence towards things we don’t understand and are told is evil or ‘satanic’, and I’ve seen how people get hurt because of it”

Edward wasn’t so innocent himself. What happened in Liore was because he’d chosen to ignore the world’s flow around him. He shielded his eyes to the extent of the military’s harm and had played an active part in allowing for the attempted genocide of an entire ethic group to nearly take place. If he’d done something, hadn’t chosen to ignore everything outside of getting his and Al’s bodies back, maybe things would have turned out differently.

“You can’t just use some cheap parlor tricks and a vague creation story as your primary evidence for why we should believe you. My own world is about to be invaded by a group fueled by their fear and ignorance for the other, so I’m especially not going to abandon them just to blindly follow you without good reason.”

He’d said all that he’d wanted to say. It was up to the young man to prove him right or prove him wrong.

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The girl from before came up to him, except now she was hidden under a large metal mask, the sort of thing where just looking at it made Ed’s neck hurt. So, when she explained its purpose and apologized for Ed’s reaction, Edward had to immediately do something about it.

“No, no, there’s really no need to apologize! if anything I should probably be the one saying sorry, it was rude of me to stare at you like that. Your, ah-“

Edward briefly motioned to his forehead.

“-that did surprise me a little, but I was staring because you reminded me of a friend I haven’t seen for a long time, so looking at you made me a little nostalgic”

Even through the darkness of the girl’s mask her eyes continued to shine that soft purple color.

“-And I’d feel even worse for forcing you to wear something like that!”

He remembers how self conscious Al could get when having to navigate the world in the suit of armor, or how uncomfortable Edward himself would get when people would stare at his Automail. the last thing he’d want is to put someone else through the same thing.

He’d begin to extend his left arm towards her for a handshake.

“I’m Edward, what’s your name?”

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Interactions: Ploegy (Eupha) Kaiju Cat (Winry) Shroomie (Parsley) Paradox9 (Shirabe)
Location: Front of Cabin

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Winry stared at Ed bewildered, her azure orbs flashing an array of emotions, mostly confusion, yet she suspects he’s not the Edward from her timeline. She thought of the people this Edward cared for, close to assuring Ed she understood just as the sound of what seemed like a gunshot made Edward drag her away to safety. Thankfully, it wasn’t a gun firing, but what came next was much worse. Very worse, way worse. One of the brothers, unsure which, used some kind of parlor trick as Edward accused them of doing such. Though why would they waste their time on using such cruel methods to get them to see their side, it felt all too real. The sounds of the civilians screaming as they’re losing their lives unfairly. She could hear the dank smell of burnt flesh, brick and mortar. Her heart begins pounding as the fighting and the chatter melt away into a colorless void, her ears ringing. The sound and the idea of a war for no discernible reason made her stomach lurch. Death and decay shouldn’t be their future. Yet, the gruesome sight before seemed real. ​

Her parents were doctors and they played a role in helping the wounded in the Ishvalan War. They were doing their jobs, they lost their lives because of Scar, the war that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. She should call it a genocide not a war. Just as Edward whisked her away her eyes caught a glimpse of that pistol he quickly stuffed into the pocket of his coat. Her heart is pounding in her ears as her fingers twitch, trembling violently. reaching for that pistol. ​

Your hands are meant for healing, not taking.. ​

Edward’s words echoed in her mind, she’s not a monster, and solving the precarious situation with violence isn’t going to help anything just escalate. Her heart was pounding as she grabbed at her arms, rubbing the skin there. “ W.. w-why w-w-would you throw us into a w…w.. w. w.. war? Would that s.. solve a-anything?” She couldn’t stop the tears anymore, her body shaking violently as she thought of her parents' blood stained corpses. It was the war, it’s Scar’s fault. “ N.. N..no deserves to die needlessly.. not even them. They w-w..were only doctors.. damn it” She just stepped away in a trance, hiding behind the cabin. Winry wasn’t nearly aware she’s still holding her tool box as her mental state is deteriorating rapidly. ​

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As she escaped from all the din, she dropped the tool box, hugging her knees. “ W.. why did they have to die. Why..? Why? Why? Why? They were just doctors, they were only trying to treat the wounded and the sickly, they didn’t have to lose their lives..” She broke down weeping, her breaths coming in sharp intakes as she sobbed. “ Why.. Why. Why… Why.. Why did they have to die..“ ​

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[Necromantic]

Kuruna

...

What?

They summoned her from her village, put her people in danger, and even felt like endangering the lives of all of the people that they'd summoned just so they could avoid the consequences of their own kind's actions? What the actual fuck was wrong with these two...Necro can't remember what they look like. These two boys.

"I'm going to second wanting evidence for these claims. You can't expect me to abandon my people for your war. Any mage can make an illusion and tell us a story to manipulate us."

...Her left shoulder was being uncharacteristically quiet. She glanced to the side and found her beloved loudmouth pet wasn't there. Kuruna lifted a hand to the empty space, stroking the air there as if she expected the little fire spirit to suddenly reappear where he normally hovered.

"Will? ...Will? Where are you?" Had he gotten scared and decided to hide? No, that wasn't like him, he didn't have the common sense to feel fear. Had he decided to play hide and seek? But this wasn't a good time to be playing a game, it could've been dangerous, this wasn't their home at all-

"...Will, come here, you could get lost...Come back, it's not time to play. Come on, Will, I don't like it when you wander off in unfamiliar places..."

She should've been glad he hadn't been transported to some world where two shitstains that called themselves Wizards had summoned a bunch of people for a suicide mission, but she really wasn't. She was surrounded by mostly Hornless, scared that something could happen to her friends back home, and she didn't even have a familiar rambunctious voice to keep her grounded.

The hand that'd been searching for her pet found her hair instead, and she pulled at it as her mental state started to deteriorate. What would Micah have said? He loved helping people, he was kind and cute and fluffy and...Not there. He wasn't there.

Her pointed ears twitched slightly as she heard somebody else start to panic. Right, no time to panic, there were other people that needed taken care of. Ondorus would find Will and take care of him. Kuruna followed the blonde girl that'd started to panic. A human girl that looked young, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Her race didn't matter when she was scared and crying.

"Hey...Hey, look at me." Kuruna's voice was gentle as she knelt down in front of the blonde. She didn't know this girl, didn't know how to calm her down. Despite being young (everyone was to Kuruna), she clearly wasn't a child...

If only healing magic worked on emotional wounds, but that was something magic couldn't fix.

"...Breathe in for seven seconds, hold your breath for seven, then exhale for seven. Can you do that for me, please? " Kuruna asked, "It helps with panic attacks."

Kaiju Cat

 

[Ploegy]

Ｒｅｎ "Ｊｏｋｅｒ" Ａｍａｍｉｙａ
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Ren didn't think he was saying anything too absurd, yet it seemed like his words had mostly fallen on deaf ears. To make matters worse though, he was immediately targeted. The sound of Katsuki's voice was enough to make his own blood run cold as his body defensively tensed. His gray eyes flickered to meet the array of claims thrown his way and he quietly quirked a brow. Admittedly, he found himself amused by such claims. Was the sight of him so abhorred that he needed to be called an extra and a villain all in one go? To this boy it seemed so. It was better to keep his own amusement over the matter under cheek and tongue. A cheeky smirk or a rumbling chuckle would only set someone like this off more than needed. He wasn't trying to make an already bad situation even worse after all. If anything, he was trying to defuse it. Anger wasn't going to solve their issues.

Even so, as Katsuki drew closer, blue flames dared to flicker from the edge of the thief's mask. Despite any moves to reach for it himself, Arsene sensed the hostilities that approached and prepared to defend his other half with vigor. Oh how reliable a partner he was. The smallest change in Ren's mind was always enough to let the persona know exactly what he might be feeling, even if he didn't speak it into existence first. His aid wouldn't be needed though. Lifting a gloved hand up to his mask, he let his fingers rest along the bridge of it and he softly murmured words of assurance to his otherworldly companion. There was no need for him to come out. A thief had to keep some of his tricks after all! Besides, another had already stepped in to deal with the situation.

The help, while appreciated, made him scoff softly to himself. Did he seem like the type who needed saving? Maybe not, yet this redheaded man stepped in to ease his troubles. It caused the Phantom Thief to purse his lips as his hand dropped from his mask once more. He supposed it was one problem solved, though he hadn't even gotten to speak his own mind. Butting in now would only cause more of a headache than it was worth. It was better to leave his own thoughts as words unsaid. Even a thank you wouldn't dare leave his lips. It wasn't as if he had the chance to offer one anyways. It was the least he could have done even if the aid he received had been completely unnecessary.

With his troubles behind him, Joker's eyes moved back to the wizards only to hear yet another voice catching his attention first. While Marius's voice was loud, it was rang out with a firmness that demanded attention. At least his sentiment matched that of his own, though he figured it would only fall on deaf ears. Still, he gave a small nod of his head. At least it wasn't more complaining.

That wasn't the only to voice some form of agreement with him. Much to his surprise the woman beside him spoke up, and while her words didn't exactly affirm his own points, they held a similar feeling to them. They vaguely seemed to see things in the same manner. It came as a relief. He had honestly expected more backlash, much like he had received from Katsuki.

Before he could even think to speak though, any thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as Parsley pulled out his wand and muttered out some word that had missed the thief's own ears. However, the magic that followed was hard to miss. Much like Carmen, Ren staggered back in his initial shock. Magic was nothing new to him, but the sudden use of it while in close proximity to its caster was enough to get him.

Regaining himself, he tilted his head upwards to stare at the lavender cloud overhead. It wasn't like anything he had ever seen before. He bet Futaba would be squealing over such a resourceful display, though perhaps maybe not. She might call it lame and claim she would come up with a far cooler way of telling her own melodramatic tale. He could hear it so clearly in his head: Come on Ren! That's so lame! You gotta make it big and flashy and all dramatic! You're a Phantom Thief you should know all about those dramatic flares!

Yeah... that sounded about right. It definitely wasn't as flashy as even his own tactics, but it got its point across, and that was this world was in danger and the brothers' actions were purely done out of desperation in order to help their people. It oddly was a cause Ren couldn't help finding himself able to get behind. He knew all too well what it was like after all. His own world might have forever been tormented by the likes of Yaldabaoth if he hadn't dared to stand up against the false god. People would have become a hive mind, or at least more so than they already were. It wasn't exactly the same as this ordeal, but it was close enough to make any forms of resistance escape him. He wasn't the type to turn his back on those in need, even if it got him into trouble. A simple kind act was what had been his spiral downward into the worst times of his life, yet it oddly brought him into the best as well.

Allowing his own thoughts to escape him, Ren heard the voices around him speak up once more. Anger seemed to dissipate, yet the desire to go home still lingered strong within them. He couldn't fault them nor would he speak on it again. If their minds refused to change, then it was better not to waste his own breath on them and instead focus on what could be done. As many questions as he still had in regards to what was right and wrong, or if this was even worth his time, he found himself relenting to what his heart was telling him: help these people. It was what he would have wanted if he was on the reverse end of things. Bringing a hand up to his temples, he softly groaned as he rubbed them. Why was he like this?

His inner musings would have continued, but the sound of Carmen's voice immediately drew him back to reality. She may not have been speaking directly to him, but he silently took in her words. The suggestion was logical, and he couldn't deny that seeing the princess was likely to help Parsley's cause and prove his words held true. Even so, Joker had other plans.

"That's a great idea," he chimed in while stepping forward once again. "While you take everyone here to meet with the princess, I would greatly appreciate if you could point me in the direction we ought to go for this flower. I'll be in and out by the time you're all done and then you can send everyone home. It's a win-win for everyone besides myself."

There was that inflated ego he wore so well in times of need. It was a flimsy shield to hide behind, yet he knew he could back it up with results. It might be trickier this time around, but if he could work the way he wanted then maybe things would go smoothly for him. How hard could it be to sneak in, snag a flower, then sneak back out? A lesser individual might struggle, but it was his specialty, and it wasn't as if he was doing it alone. Arsene would be alongside him every step of the way if things turned for the worse.

"Besides, a thief like myself prefers a smaller entourage. I'll be in my element going in solo and you can avoid the headaches as long as I'm successful."

Suicidal was what he was talking, yet Joker was oddly calm and confident in himself. Was he trying to appease to the others? Not exactly, yet he knew in some regard it would appear as such. None of them wanted to risk their lives, and he could understand why, but if this was how they got home then someone had to step up and do it. It was idiocy at its finest and he would embrace it for the sake of others if he had to.

 

[Paradox9]

Marivel Armitage

Crimson Noble

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gnoring her were they?! Cursed sun, if only it were gone, they would all know better! Couldn't this gathering have taken place inside the cabin? Preferably with the curtains closed? The outdoors were overrated anyway! Infighting as well, like barbarians. It seemed people here couldn't even tell the difference between alchemy and magic! Next thing there will be people calling her powers blue magic or something ridiculous like that!

If Marivel could help it, she wouldn't have to use any of her abilities here to chance it.

"Spectaculum."

The sound of what could only be assumed to be a magic incantation was uttered by the failure that caused this situation. Marivel spun around and stopped chasing Basil to now hound Parsley instead.

"No! Stop casting spells you novice! Haven't you caused enough trouble already?!"

Marivel was ready to just Power Seal this buffoon. Her hands raised before she tilted her head upwards, again showing the pale and long eared girl underneath the wide rimmed hat. Her mouth parted and a single fang glistened.

A mirage.

A scene taking from the memories of the people in this place most likely. Crossing her arms, Marivel let the child speak his piece. At least now she knew more to be angry about. More reasons to point out the foolishness on display here.

Of course. Humanity's hubris and meddling Guardians or Heavenly was it? Protecting humans should not be the same as solving all of their problems for them. If only more of them were like Lucied. It sounded to Marivel like Galangal had a reason to become angry. Ruining the world's balance because of a flower?

As the clouds cleared and the images vanished. Marivel pulled her hat down quickly to prevent the sunbeams from bathing her face. Her voice came from underneath, much more subdued and serious than the over the top presentation of before.

"So, you are given a tool to break the laws of your world? I wonder who the true demons are? The role of the Heavenly should have been to maintain balance. Now you all suffer for it."

Humans, Elw like, and whatever the heck some of them were Marivel couldn't be bothered to surmise. All of these people would not stand the slightest chance against actual demons. If Galangal was this world's Ragu O Ragula, and they had set his rage upon them... it would be a predetermined outcome. Especially if they refused to listen to the great Crimson Noble herself!

"The Master of Monsters., the Master of the Beginning and the End. If this Galangal fellow is really the Demon King of this place... Vespertine? You have no chance even with these people!"

Marivel grew quiet. There was no way back home unless bumbling mages gave her the information she needed to create a way back... if she could. To use magic that crosses between worlds. This sort of thing could draw the attention of who knows what!

"Andromeda. What about her is so special?"

"Can you take us to see the princess?"

One of these humans finally said something reasonable!

"Good! I want to see your ruler vegetable boy! That Fauna can wait. Surely your ruler will know more than you two!"

And anything to get me indoors quicker... Marivel thought to herself. Which brought up another question that she could only hope these people could answer.

"How long are the days on Vespertine? Don't tell me this place doesn't have a night?"

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Ignoring her were they?! Cursed sun, if only it were gone, they would all know better! Couldn't this gathering have taken place inside the cabin? Preferably with the curtains closed? The outdoors were overrated anyway! Infighting as well, like barbarians. It seemed people here couldn't even tell the difference between alchemy and magic! Next thing there will be people calling her powers blue magic or something ridiculous like that!

If Marivel could help it, she wouldn't have to use any of her abilities here to chance it.

"Spectaculum."

The sound of what could only be assumed to be a magic incantation was uttered by the failure that caused this situation. Marivel spun around and stopped chasing Basil to now hound Parsley instead.

"No! Stop casting spells you novice! Haven't you caused enough trouble already?!"

Marivel was ready to just Power Seal this buffoon. Her hands raised before she tilted her head upwards, again showing the pale and long eared girl underneath the wide rimmed hat. Her mouth parted and a single fang glistened.

A mirage.

A scene taking from the memories of the people in this place most likely. Crossing her arms, Marivel let the child speak his piece. At least now she knew more to be angry about. More reasons to point out the foolishness on display here.

Of course. Humanity's hubris and meddling Guardians or Heavenly was it? Protecting humans should not be the same as solving all of their problems for them. If only more of them were like Lucied. It sounded to Marivel like Galangal had a reason to become angry. Ruining the world's balance because of a flower?

As the clouds cleared and the images vanished. Marivel pulled her hat down quickly to prevent the sunbeams from bathing her face. Her voice came from underneath, much more subdued and serious than the over the top presentation of before.

"So, you are given a tool to break the laws of your world? I wonder who the true demons are? The role of the Heavenly should have been to maintain balance. Now you all suffer for it."

Humans, Elw, and whatever the heck some of them were Marivel couldn't be bothered to surmise. All of these people would not stand the slightest chance against actual demons. If Galangal was this world's Ragu O Ragula, and they had set his rage upon them... it would be a predetermined outcome. Especially if they refused to listen to the great Crimson Noble herself!

"The Master of Monsters., the Master of the Beginning and the End. If this Galangal fellow is really the Demon King of this place... Vespertine? You have no chance even with these people!"

Marivel grew quiet. There was no way back home unless bumbling mages gave her the information she needed to create a way back... if she could. To use magic that crosses between worlds. This sort of thing could draw the attention of who knows what!

"Andromeda. What about her is so special?"

"Can you take us to see the princess?"

One of these humans finally said something reasonable!

"Good! I want to see your ruler vegetable boy! That Fauna can wait. Surely your ruler will know more than you two!"

And anything to get me indoors quicker... Marivel thought to herself. Which brought up another question that she could only hope these people could answer.

"How long are the days on Vespertine? Don't tell me this place doesn't have a night?"

 

[Morbuskid]

Stenir Fafnirson
Location: Dyle, Northeastern Francia; 851 AD

Interaction: None

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There was a cold and quiet calm, time seemed to stop and listen to itself. This misty September morning was met by the sound of distant clattering, a rhythmic beat that could be felt through the earth if you stood still for just a moment. A bass that could excite the heart to drop to one's stomach, it was the anthem of fighting men worldwide, an army on the march.

Down this eroded stone path, marked by weeds and shattered rock, stepped men in line with one another, trailing some distance back. A procession of steel and flesh, there upon a fine white horse, riding next to the massive column of soldiers was a man dressed in splendid armor. Fitted in chainmail and a brilliant-colored gambeson laced with accents of gold and vanity.

Walking off the side of this horse, was the tower of a man Stenir, adorned in Leather hided lamellar, wolfskin fur, and chainmail armor. His Nordic appearance was a catalyst to curiosity as to why he marched with the men his people raided.

"We will be arriving soon, I hope all that you have said is true," Spoke the man in splendid armor as it chittered and danced upon the trot of the horse, "I know I am right, the way they tend to raid is random, carried to by the wind. But I know these seas well, as they know there is treasure to gain from your people. They will be making an effort to land on Frankish shores. And if they intend to raid the Franks again then it will be here," responded the Nordic giant, a gruff tone heavily accented by his Norse culture.

The regal knight glanced over to, "And you hold no qualms with massacring your people?" The question, while serious in nature, was one that Stenir had become used to. His eyebrows furled in irritation beneath his helmet, "The Norsemen have killed each other for much less, this is no difference here," he coldly responded.

The army would continue advance past the village and towards the shoreline, the locals watching on in awe and amusement of the force, a break in their daily calm. They marched through the rolling fields into the shade of trees, finally descending upon the shores. Here the long line of men suddenly broke, a mad dash was made turning the rhythmic beat into a frantic trampling, a sudden shock to those unknowing.

The sand was suffocated in armor clad soldiers, the long line that trailed along the roads now formed vertically, men shoulder to shoulder with blue shields and spears the length that only the mind could fathom.

The morning mist was still fresh, and the sun danced upwards, meeting a stormy draw that raced towards it almost as if meeting in battle. Suddenly the bright morning had turned dark as the sun was swallowed by dark clouds, the patter of rain upon the sand closed nearer as thunder rumbled across the waves of the endless ocean.

The rain soon marched upon the Frankish soldiers, wetting their armor, soaking their spears, and beating their shields in an arrhythmic pattern, an ominous premonition of what is yet to come. Barely visible in the stormy waters, silhouettes of dragons and waving cloth, the vikings approached.

"So, what are the chances you think they turn around?" Jested the knight to Stenir. A soft chuckle slipped from the nord's chest, "A Viking would rather die in battle, then live to be old." The general smiled; in truth he held a grim expression but hid it well behind a confident facade.

The ships rocked in the waves, as if they were monsters bucking and rearing up as a display of intimidation, the thunder began rolling closer, any notion of calm was now far removed. Stenir readied himself with the men, his sword gripped firmly in hand as his shield was resting along his side. His eyes looked on with burning fury and a pacing heart, the old familiar call of battle.

Before the ships had even landed, before the Vikings could blare their warhorns, a sharp snap of lighting hit the beach. The line seemed to buckle as men recoiled and flinched, "Ease yourselves men!" the general called to his soldiers, he rode down the line with his officers, trying to get the men back in line. Stenir was unfazed, watching the Vikings with adamant resolve.

Beyond all the shouting, beyond the commotion, as the men tried to tidy their lines, Stenir cut through the messy chain of men. Standing fiercely before the Viking ships and the Frankish soldiers, watching their frame grow ever larger. "Þú ert minn [you are mine]" he whisped to himself, narrowing his eyes towards the viking horde as he lumbered his way towards the waters, banging his sword upon his shield and chanting to himself.

Suddenly, and without warning, a sharp flash of light cut through the commotion, a crack of thunder. In an instant, Stenir felt weightless, as though he were swimming in air, his body did not seem to sink it felt as though he was floating. Was he dead? was this supposed to be hel?

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This weightless state would not persist for very long, as Stenir's senses returned to him he found himself in free fall from tree top height, "Anskotans!" a curse that slipped from his mouth as he quickly tried to grab hold of a branch or tree, his massive weight snapping each branch in it's futile attempts, each thwarted effort met with another colorful word.

Finally he smacked down on the ground, the clatter of his chainmail smacking the ground and kicking up dust. He lay there immobilized for a moment, unable to move with the searing pain coursing through his body. As he laid there, he heard a feint noise above, looking quickly it was his sword and shield falling from a tree that they were snagged in.

The sword turned and spun wildly towards the viking, his eyes dilated, and his heart raced, a faint glow of blue emerged from his right hand granting him the strength to roll away from the blade, with a soft thunk implanting itself in the ground where his head had laid not a second before. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, before a sharp sensation of pain crossed his face with the rim of his shield reminding him of it's existence, before falling flat along his chest.

An annoyed frown sat below his beard as blood trickled from his nose, grabbing it with is right hand, another blue glow which had corrected his nose and cut the bleeding. He would lay in the soil for a moment, clearing the aches of his body before finally rolling himself over onto his chest. He pushed himself up from the dirt, balancing on his knees before standing the rest of the way up.

Stenir scanned the area, a stretch of woods he was unfamiliar with, the land looked different. Not unlike the Frankish vegetation he had traveled, but with no clear landmarks to make any strong assestment. As he turned behind him, he noticed a cabin, he had fallen a ways behind it. Before making his way to it, he would collect his sword and shield, sheathing the sword with a second pass after a shaky first miss, and hanging the shield from his back.

He checked his back to ensure he still had his haversack, which miraculously it still clung to his belt, pressing upon its leather exterior, he was relieved to feel the amulet still resided in the bag. Satisfied Stenir would begin lumbering his way over towards this rather large cabin out in the middle of this forest.

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[Necromantic]

Uh huh. Uh huh. So that was what was going on. Ryza didn't believe them in the slightest, it was an absolutely absurd story that couldn't even be explained with alchemy or magic. This vegetable guy was absolutely just making something up to try dragging them into Hellsgate. Ryza was inpulsive, not stupid, she could absolutely tell when somebody was just showing her something scary to convince her to go along with them rather than explaining why they'd decided kidnapping was the only option for saving their world.

She was always down for an adventure, but there was one huge problem with what was being said.

"...That sounds fun and all, but I really can't fight off anything much stronger than a slime~ I'm an Alchemist, not a fighter, turnip boy."

Shroomie

 

[Shroomie]

Linkle
The Cucco and Crossbow Crusader

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The young heroine could feel Okarun trembling slightly underneath her hand. She didn't see any reason to be scared (at least, not to his degree), not yet, but then again, she had a strange sense of courage in her spirit that she found many other people lacked. Perhaps she was the one that wasn't thinking rationally, she thought. Still, her resolve was firm.

The young man's voice pulled Linkle out of her thoughts, and she nodded slowly as she shook his hand with a firm yet warm grip, repeating his name as if to get a feel of it. "Okarun, huh? Ken Takakura...that's a funny name!"

She must have realized that her words could be taken in a negative way, so she quickly began to correct herself, shaking her head quickly as she sort of waved her hands in a panicky way, blurting, "N-not to say that it's strange or anything! It's just that it's unique...nobody in my world really has names like that..."
She pulled her green hood higher up on her head to hide the embarrassment on her face from her blunder. 'Nice job, you putz,' she thought to herself, 'Way to make him feel better.'

She turned her attention back onto Okarun, tilting her head to the side slightly as he spoke. "Chill? Um..."
Chill? As in chilly? It was quite warm that afternoon. And what was a manga? Her smile was one of confusion as she simply nodded, and said slowly, clearly trying to pretend she knew what he was talking about, "Right, right....manga..."

As the bespectacled boy confided his worries to her, Linkle simply gazed at him as he scanned her face in turn. She felt like he was trying to find something in her expression. Nevertheless, she chuckled and shrugged, looking down and fidgeting with the cuff of one of her gloves. "No need to apologize, Okarun. I kind of understand your fear. I mean, it's true that none of us really wanted this, you know? And this journey will be tough, I'm sure. But you heard what Parsley said. This world is in danger."

She glanced back up at him and added sincerely, "I consider myself to be a hero. And being a hero means not turning your back on anyone who depends on you, no matter who they are. I'm not going to lie- I am a bit scared about how this could go, and if I'll ever see my farm or my grandma again..." she faltered for a second, only for a second, the true worry she felt deep within a shadow in her gaze, before a hard determination smothered it. She clenched her gloved hand into a fist, and continued, "...but a true hero doesn't let their fears stop them. And if the people of this realm need help, then by the Goddesses, I'll be there to help them!"

Her turquoise eyes held a glimmer of passion as she spoke those last few words, but it quickly fizzled into shock as a sudden bang pierced through the air. Linkle let out a gasp as the sky suddenly started turning...lavender??

As Parsley retold the story of Vespertine, Linkle's astonishment turned into anger. This story sounded way too familiar....a story about a princess and her kingdom under threat from a demon king...

She also felt a pang of homesickness, at that moment. This strongly resembled the conflict she had been a part of, back in her world. The princess of Hyrule, Zelda...her kingdom had been under attack by dark forces, one of the major ones being the Demon King, Ganondorf...

It was like the War Across the Ages all over again!

This only strengthened her resolve to help however she could. She glanced around at everyone else. Some seemed more convinced to help now, but others still were skeptical. And, coincidentally, one of the skeptics tapped the apprentice Parsley on the shoulder and asked if they could see the princess.
"Yes, please, can we meet Her Highness?" Linkle pleaded, taking a step toward the woman in red and the mage, her hands clasped together in a begging manner. The idea of meeting this princess...this unknown ruler of Vespertine who was the only thing standing in Galangal's way of world domination...she tried to imagine the way this maiden looked, perhaps she had blonde locks and blue eyes just like Zelda, too!

Tags: Acethekidd (Okarun)
Location: In Front of the Brother's Cabin