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Katsuki Bakugo
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*Flashback:Prior to the confrontation with Pyralus*

"Say something,Nerd!!" Katsuki shouts toward Joker. The short tempered hero in training was taken back as he noticed the blue flames emerging from the edges of Joker's mask.

"WHAT KIND OF QUIRK IS THAT?!!!!" Katsuki shouts. Despite his anger,there was some fear in his voice. Before he could charge toward Joker, another man came closer,challenging him.
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Pyralis let go of his hold on Bakugo's shadow when Gorgo approached, letting his vision return.
"Sparta? The Sparta? Wow, it's an honor to meet you! I'm Pyralis! I think we might be some of the only Greeks here... wish Hermes was here, too..." Pyralis mumbled the last part, listening to the some of the rest of the groups' chattering of acceptance or denial.

He noted Linkle's word, and found himself agreeing and even being inspired.
"You're right. As Hermes's Chosen Champion, I think it's my duty to help. Even if it means rescuing my own world is put on hold..."

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Katsuki was finally freed ftom Pyralis 's hold on his shadow. "You'll pay for this!!!" He shouts. "As for the rest of you Extras!" he shouts toward the others,specially those who were closer. "You better not get in my way. I'll get down that stupid demon king and in return YOU better bring me back to my world!!!"
"Whoa,Dude! It concerns ALL of us! You're not the only one who wants to go back to their world!" Prompto replied.
"You think that being older then me give you the right to talk back Nerd?!" Katsuki shouts at Prompto. "You don't even have a quirk!"
"I might not have powers like most of you...but I can still fight!" Prompto replied.
Katsuki smirked. "You think you're better then me Nerd?!"
 
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Atsushi really didn't know what was much worse. The odd images floating in the sky and forming in purple clouds, or the fact the one he despised most just uttered a comment of not wanting to pair with him. Atsushi couldn't blame Akutagawa though, because he didn't want to be with the other man either for two more seconds. To top it off, Dazai seemed to be occupied with Kunikida.

But hearing most offering the option to see the 'princess' made him wince. Wouldn't that pause their to-be journey in finding this flower? Or was seeing the frail body of a girl more important than saving her. Though Atsushi didn't speak his thoughts aloud, it did nag him a bit. He hadn't necessarily fully caught whether they could be sent back to their worlds, but if Basil and Parsley couldn't, then everyone was temporarily kidnapped.

Another voice sprouted in Atsushi's head, the same matching Dazai himself as the brunette got smacked by a pair of knuckles. Oh how painful that must be-thankfully Yosano wasn't here. But if she was, this whole group would be living hell. How could Dazai handle such brutal treatment from his own partner though?! Maybe he'd gotten past experiences...

"Oh come on Kunikida, don't tell me you actually believe what I was saying."

Dazai drew up a goofy smile, whispering a few words while turning towards Atsushi instead.

"I was just kidding, but I'm glad you think my words are useful-!"

The white haired boy inched away from the two-both of them acting like an old married couple. (DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY 😭) Jeez, Atsushi wouldn't mind living with someone that ate dumplings like a pig rather than being in the agency for much longer. Well, the Armed Detective Agency was just fine-a new family towards him. Kyoka also seemed to take a liking to him, so he couldn't just...leave. He owed everyone so much too.

Another rattling arouse, one from what seemed like a very hot headed person. How many people needed to blow off some steam? Kunikida probably could be best friend's with these anger issued people at this point. Atsushi didn't even know he could think of all these negative things, but he shooed that thought away.

"Dazai, are we really going to be going through with this? Don't you think it's dangerous...someone could die!-"

But even so, those words were a mistake. After all, Dazai longed for suicide, so death wouldn't be a probably. But, the man did intend dying with a woman-and something that wasn't painful at all. Sometimes Atsushi wondered why he saved the bandaged man from the river, but then he realized he wouldn't have a life if he didn't. Oh how everything was twisted...
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As Dazai admits he’s messing with him, Kunikida's lips grow small, the writing instrument he used to take notes snapped in two. His fist made a solid connection with a powerful left hook to Dazai’s head. “ First, you dump your work on my shoulders, dragging Atsushi to who knows where, you slacker! I bet you were torturing him, that's so you. Now you’re insulting my appearance!!” He grabs Dazai by the back of his collar, throwing him forward and on his face so he has a mouth full of dirt.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?! DAZAI!“ He pummeled the brunette over and over, cracking his knuckles and resuming beating up Dazai, breathing heavily, out of his anger for falling for the brunette’s manipulative mind games again; how Dazai wore that stupid goofy grin when he knows he got him. And like schmuck he played right into Dazai’s hands. He kept on beating Dazai, each fist hitting its mark. He stood up breathing like an angered bull.


As he finished hitting the brunette he rubbed his knuckles, knowing they’re going to be bruised and sore tomorrow morning. He shot Atsushi ‘ A don’t ask’ look before making his way forward to Parsley. “ I think I’m with everyone wanting to see the princess as proof of needing our help though shouldn’t we prepare for the dungeon? A healthy amount of supplies would be nice.” He nods to Carmen agreeing with her on meeting the princess. He turned his attention to Parsley.

He starts to ignore Dazai not as he just beat him for his bull shit. It’s a wonder why he hasn’t lost all his hair or gotten an aneurysm from Dazai’s crap. He ignores being called an extra by the boy who has a more explosive anger than him though believing a quirk might be an ability. He isn’t sure if they should meet the princess or find that flower. Although Joker seemed like he wanted to fetch the Blazei flower with a small entourage. There’s no sense in complaining anymore. As much as Dazai pisses him off deep down, Kunikida naturally gravitates to the brunette as he trusts him. Saving a princess seemed like a typical work for the ADA.
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Zenitsu Agatsuma
As he heard Bakugo shouts to everyone snd calling them all "Extras" Zenitsu just leaves the cabin area to move closer to where Badil and Parsley were. Zenitsu was scared but he needed to tell Bakugo to cut it out.

He got closer to notice someone beating up a guy nsmed Dazai. "What's this about? Is this guy your subordinate or something?" The young demon slayer asked Kunikida. "If we wsnt to save this princess and return home,we need to trust each other and work together." he said. Zenitsu was surprisedabout himself. Perhaps that letter about Gramps's death changed him.

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Dazai yelped once again as the man with strikingly blondish-more-like-yellow-hair started to ring him around like a hula-hoop. He wasn't fond of being attacked, yet here Kunikida was tackling and ramming into the brunette with such familiar fierceness as how the older days in the agency was to Dazai. Thankfully, his partner had discontinued his blabber and became the knight in shining armor as they agreed to the idea of meeting the princess.

Dazai was still lying on the floor from all the 'brutal' hits, but had repositioned himself to sit in a criss-crossed position. Ever the curious one, Atsushi questioned what he'd do in a death-threatening situation. The first thing that came to mind-suicide!

"Well Atsushi-kun, it seems you need to read me more like an open book rather a roll of lies. I thought you knew me well enough to know my take on the situation! If there's a dying princess, I'm willing to sacrifice into a lovely suicide with her. Though, I'll have to also find out how to curse myself AND increase the death rate...but I doubt anybody would help me out on that, would they?"

Atsushi gave him a despairing look, but Dazai just played it off with a sing-song voice. Yet, another figure stood around our already 'big' group. The character had oddly cut hair-nearly as bad as Atsushi's-but it seemed more like noodles. Though, Dazai couldn't back his laughs-especially to the boy's question of his and Kunikida's relationship.

"Subordinate?! I think you're by far wrong! Me and this here Kunikida are partners in crime-one of a kind. We have someone else standing leadersip, but I suppose you could say Kunikida has some authority over me, if not all. But don't sweat it, Kunikida and I are just...er-play fighting! He always loses his darn temper that he always has to use me as some kind of punching bag. The violence between us is something I'm used to for old time's sake, so there's nothing really to worry about. We work really well together when he's serious. I mean, it's not as if I don't do all the work. And the other one-Atsushi-the kiddo with white hair, is actually my apprentice."

Dazai took the chance of introduction smoothly-all he had to do was bad mouth Kunikida and win himself some hearts if he hasn't already. He did hope there were some more lovely ladies around this group though, because a double suicide would suit the brunette just fine right now!










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"Y...Yeah...I know the feeling too well...being beat up all the time..." Zenitsu replied sheeply. Inosuke beated him up alot...that psychotic Wind Hashira beated him up till he threw up during the Hashira training. Zenitsu did have his own share of outburst,beating up his friends...he wasn't proud of that.

This Dazai guy was a nutcase for sure. Playfighting? Sounds like something Inosuke would do. This guy was just as crazy as most of the Hashira.
"You think getting beat up all the time is fun?" He asked. His eyes widened as steam came out of his nostrills and mouth.
"ARE YOU OUT OF OUR MINDDDDDD????!!!!" he shouts. "YOU LET THIS GUY BULLY YOU?!!!" he added,mentioning Kunikida.
"You're supposed to be partners!!!"

"CUT IT OUT YELLOW NERD!!!" Katsuki shouts. "OR I'LL BLOW YOU UP!!!!"

Zenitsu cried in fear as he heard Bakugo's threats. He howrever slapped himself. "Cut it out Zenitsu! No more cowardness! You are brave!" He said to himself. He took deep breaths.
 


Kohaku was...Going to die. That was it, he was going to fucking die. What, he'd been dragged into a world with demons, magic, and mythical creatures, when he was some sheltered country guy? The most supernatural thing he'd ever seen before was Wataru's weird, prehensile hair, how was he supposed to survive luke this? And why did he have to be summoned to die in a Halloween outfit? One moment, he's singing with the rest of the unit and still kind of contemplating breaking Rinne's arm, and now he's in a fantasy world.

"Yer magic world doesn't need a damn idol! What, does this demon king whatever need to be challenged to a dance-off for a fuckin' flower?! Is singin' part of defeatin' demons?!" Kohaku snapped, clearly panicked, like most of these psychos weren't. Why was the thief looking guy so calm about this? The elf so eager? Why was there a fucking elf?! And somebody with a horn! And...A samurai?

"Bring that other herb guy back, I swear I'm gonna dislocate both of yer arms! Do I look like a demon slayer?! Why do ya get to endanger our lives?!" He'd kill these herbs, he swore to God or Buddha or whatever that he'd send them both to their eternal torture with his own hands.

He didn't have any weapons! All he had was a stage outfit and the microphone clipped to his ear. He started pulling at his hair, manicured nails digging into his scalp as he found himself pacing back and forth. He had to be dreaming, there was no way this could be happening- But if he was dreaming, he'd passed out on stage. This didn't feel like a dream.

"...Me desappearin' is gonna be all over the news...!"
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Parsley sighed at the momentary silence that followed his incantation, whether of gratitude or anxiety, it was unclear. He stowed his wand inside his robes once more, and adjusted his glasses as he watched the others soak in the revelation.
Some seemed quick to dismiss everything he told them, and he sighed. He scratched at his blonde hair, and mumbled towards Pyralis in a rather snippy tone for someone as meek as him, "I'm not even sure if you can die here, since your spirit is not meant for this world, so don't be too quick to start planning funerals..."

He nodded in gratitude towards the young Zenitsu and the fiery Bakugo, his frown morphing into a relieved expression. "You will? Thank you. There is a rather big reward for helping her highness, you know. It says so right here in this poster....wait, that's not the right pocket...e-excuse me for a second..." the fumbly apprentice quickly searched his many pocketed-robe, and finally fished out a paper, before hastily unraveling it. Indeed, right there was a picture of the Blazei Flower, with a very important decree from Andromeda's advisors, detailing a rather generous prize for whomever saved the princess from this curse.

The mage folded his arms, and shrugged helplessly at Akutagawa. "I don't know any of you, so if you happen to hate each other, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to put it aside for the greater good. Just think of it as a common interest. You help us, then we save the princess. You all can get a reward fit for royalty, and I can send you all home, then you can all despise each other as you please. Deal?" he waited for a response as he stood up on his tip-toes to address Shirabe. "Um, our trash can is inside the cabin, if you want to throw whatever that is away."

He glanced up at Gintoki when he was the next to approach him, and he glanced at the samurai's outstretched hand before tentatively shaking it. "Hire you? So...you're like a mercenary-- HEY!"
All of a sudden, the most peculiar change came about him, the wizard's face and ears flared up in a most vibrant shade of red, and he puffed out his chest. "Listen here, whoever you are--" he poked a finger at Gintoki's chest. "Her Highness isn't some cheap scarlet woman you'd find on the side of the road! She is a most noble and graceful lady, and her blood is practically Heavenly! There's a reason she's in charge, and she definitely isn't going to be forced into dating some lazy bastard!"

The mage then turned to look at Carmen as she tapped his shoulder, his face still flushed as he caught an eyeful of the beautiful thief. "N-no, ma'am, we really shouldn't bother Her Highness..." he stuttered, looking up at her nervously. "While your idea is sound, I-I couldn't possibly..."
He glanced at the ground, his voice quavering, whether it was because of the Crimson Rogue or the thought of the Princess of Vespertine, it was unknown. "She's...going through a lot right now, n-no offense to you, ma'am, you seem incredibly intelligent..."

But then, the pleading of a maiden in green chimed in, her blue eyes gazing up at him like those of a puppy-dog. Parsley could feel his resolve weakening each moment he looked into those eyes, so he took a step back, only for Marivel to echo what Linkle said too. "No, no, I-I really do think it's a bad idea, we mustn't disturb the prin--"

He then bumped into Joker, and whirled around. He glanced up and down at the thief for a second, before he took off his glasses, and fixed Ren with a glare and a raised eyebrow. Clearly, the mage wasn't amused by his self-confident suggestion. "You. Alone. Against the plague of humanity, who we've been trying to get rid of for millennia. Think about what you just suggested, repeat it back to me, and listen to yourself. ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE??"

"Alright, alright, ENOUGH!" The mage pinched the bridge of his nose, his tone exasperated. "It's like running a daycare, Heavenly above, give me strength...." The apprentice pushed both his hands together, took a deep breath, and swiftly turned around, glancing at where Basil was. He was already so far away...

After a moment of debate, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "We'll go see Her Highness, if you need more validation on what I've told all of you. And, if you're already convinced enough, or you simply don't wish to see the princess in her decaying state, please go with Basil, if we can catch up to him before we lose him in the Castle-Town marketplace. Now, come along, all of you. There's a lot of things to do before our departure."

With a swish of his threadbare robes, Parsley began hurrying after his brother, who was talking with one of the guards at the Castle-Town gates.
 
Kunikida grits his teeth as Dazai keeps on bad mouthing him to a kid who doesn’t look older than 16 years-old. He pulls Dazai back on his feet, poking the brunette’s forehead sharply. “ Well I wouldn’t be treating you like a punching bag if you stopped trying to get out of work by dumping all your assignments on my ass!!” He stared at Zenitsu trying to keep his rage to a bare minimum. “ Kid, you have no idea the trouble Dazai causes the ADA and me. I’ll give you guys a week with Dazai just a damn week and you will be ripping your hair out. He’ll make the demon emperor look like an angel.” He narrows his eyes at the brunette not giving a damn he’s dissing Dazai within earshot of him.


He let out an irritated huff as Zenitsu was yelling at him; he doesn't know the trouble Dazai causes him on a daily basis. “ Okay, kid before you call it bullying and jump down my throat. He’s been causing me trouble in the ADA a handful of time, before we’re brought here. Not only was he as usual claiming to have important stuff to do in his free time, it’s just to get out of his job adding extra work on my ass. He told some lewd joke. So, excuse me I don’t bend over and take his bull shit standing down. Like he says we do work together. Don’t give me shit on things you don’t have an idea of. He’s only trying to make me look bad.”


As Katsuki once again threatened, finding the demon emperor isn’t the answer, maybe medication is. There’s no way the kid is mentally stable, narrowing his eyes, moving to Dazai. He was done, hoping to get things done. Though one thing is for sure, Dazai and him are partnering up for this dungeon crawl. He follows after Parsley.
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“ Yeah right,” Akutagawa follows after Parsley wordlessly he spent four years trying to destroy the were tiger, preferring to work alone. There’s no sense in complaining after seeing the flower upon a closer look though hastily scrawled it has to be real. He ignored Katsuki’s yelling; he looked and sounded like a rabid dog barking up at people, hardly someone he took seriously. Those idiotic types are the first to die, he doesn't shed a tear for the loss. “ I said once before, there’s no way I would ever work with Jinko ever again, you can’t possibly convince me anymore herb boy,” He kept on following Parsley.

He accepted to see the princess though going on a suicide mission doesn’t sit right with him. He trusts in his rashomon as it never failed him on his missions as it’s a versatile ability. He figured Dazai and Kunikida would be coming. As having his former mentor on the same side feels awkward as Akutagawa wants nothing more than the brunette to finally approve of his growth, it's second to maybe oxygen.

As he walked he wore that scowl of his though his mind is running a mile a minute craving Dazai’s approval every step of the way whereas he feels as if his misgivings of this is growing, this sounds like a bad idea to hunt a flower with a power like this. “ And are you sure such a flower still exists..? I think people would want to harvest its powers for themselves? Just a question that’s been sitting in my mind.” The other thought is if this princess is a benevolent ruler. He can’t trust the herb brother's word alone without seeing the girl for himself.
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    The gladiator turned and nodded. He knew what it was like to run an empire, and he sighed. Lucius knew that the decision he made could have far-reaching consequences, but he trusted in his own abilities to navigate the challenges ahead. With a determined look in his eye, he followed Queen Gorgo and the others, ready to face whatever obstacles came their way.

    With the Spartan Queen taking her leave, Lucius had a choice to make. He could either find the princess or gather supplies. Both paths could be dangerous, but Basil and Parsley were already heading out. "I shall join you, your majesty."
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Pyralis choked on his own spit at Gorgo declaring Hermes was his father.
"No, no, Hermes is not my father. He's my mentor, but my father? Gods no. That would be very awkward..." he shifted his feet uncomfortably, a blush on his face.
"My father was a mortal. Just some farmer in argos. My mother, however, was Nyx. I got to finally meet her, somewhat recently. But anyways, supplies! We should make sure everyone who wants to get supplies is with us before we separate!"

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"It's Gintoki,"
The silver haired man corrected Zenitsu without missing a beat. He was ready to deliver a witty retort, but the words soon died at the tip of his tongue.

The color drained from his face at the words 'gramps' and 'seppuku'. It wasn't the act of the seppuku nor the betrayal Zenitsu's brother-in-arms committed that made his lighthearted attitude drop. He was used to hearing stories of samurai, who were humiliated by the Amanto invasion, committing seppuku or running off to serve them instead. No, it was Zenitsu's crying face when he brought up his gramps.

For a sliver of a second, Gintoki did not see Zenitsu in front of him, but a raggedy, small silver haired boy sobbing for his sensei to come back.

He sucked in his breath. The palm of his hand rested on the end of Lake Toya, giving it a squeeze to ground himself. Focus on what's in front you.

"...got it." He didn't understand what Zenitsu was referring to, but he got the gist of it; he made a promise to his beloved gramps and wanted to honor it no matter what. Without thinking, Gintoki reached out to pat the teenager on the head, even gently ruffling his blonde hair. "First, you gotta stop crying if you plan on helping out. Your gramps up above wouldn't want that, right?" The kind smile on his lips was a stark contrast to his straightforward words. "Samurai gotta keep their heads up and move forward even when things get scary."

Pulling his hand away, he turned to Parsley and clicked his tongue in disappointment when the wizard only gave him a handshake. "Uh, Pickle? This is the part where you give me some coins or an expensive heirloom, not a handshake like some American---hey, who're you calling a lazy bastard, you little prick?!" Offended, he smacked his hand away from his hard chest. As irritated as he was with the sudden poking and insult, a grin that could only be described as shit-eating wormed its way onto Gintoki's face when he caught the furious blush dancing across the bridge of Parsley's nose.

"Oho, what's this? You should've told me you had your eyes on the princess." Swaggering closer to the wizard, he tossed an arm over his shoulders and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Is that why you're so determined to save her? Gin-san can respect that. Y'know, if you tell the rest of the gang that she's your girlfriend, they'd definitely jump at the opportunity to help out. People love a good love story."

Giving him a rough pat on the back, Gintoki pulled away from Parsley, and placed his hands behind his head. "Anyways, you enjoy your hugs and kisses from the princess. I'll go deal with the shopping."

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'The day is uncharacteristically warm for Francia in September, perhaps these were the Fields of Freyja? No, they couldn't be, there wouldn't be some random cabin in the middle of the woods. Or mayhap the shamans and preachers of the Norse gods did not know these details themselves?'

These thoughts pre-occupied Stenir's mind, they were intriguing to reflect on but disheartening to dictate to logic. For a moment he took his mind from it, he slowed his pace through shades of the trees as the bird's sang him short and dispersed melodies, the wind cutting through some gaps in his armor as his nose was met with inviting aromas of flowers and short grass.

Enjoying the moment of calm, the Norse giant stopped shy of strange tree he had never seen before. He was used to the ferns and oaks that had engulfed the lands of both the Nords, the English, and the Franks, but he had never seen one with cascading leaves that dangled from the branches like strings of a curtain. They floated gently amongst the breezes, dancing and billowing in the air like smoke of hanging fire.

Standing just behind this tree, and young man standing no taller than Stenir's chest, with wild blonde hair and light shade of greyish-blue eyes. Stenir was at first startled upon discovering him, jumping back "Anskootans! [DAMN!]" before he watched the young man recoil as well. Stenir grabbed his chest and inhaled sharply "Get ekki hrætt mig svona, láttu vita fyrir guði sakir. [ Can't scare me like that, make yourself known for the gods' sakes!]" he sputtered a bit too fast to comprehend, before Stenir calmly assessed the young man, believing him to be much younger than he actually was.

The strange young man wore clothes the likes of which he has never seen, a green jacket detailed with a vibrant shade of red, with a hood cleverly attached to the nape of it, and reddish strings that dangled on either side. His pale skin looked clean, free of the mud and dirt he'd find on most hard workers and commoners of Francia, perhaps and indicator of royal ties.

The young man was hiding most of the other half of his body from Stenir, he seemed tense at Stenir's presence. The Norse giant put his hands up reassuringly and slowly lowered himself to his knee, bringing his eyes closer to the young man's own. If he remembered correctly, he was still somewhere in Northeastern Francia, so he decided on the dialect of here first. "Hallo, uh..." he looked down a moment and stroked his beard looking for the right words to say, "Hoe gaat het met u? [How are you?] (hoe haat het met ew?)"

His thick and gruff Nordic accent making it a bit tough to pronounce these words correctly, but he knows the Franks could understand him just fine. "Waar komt u vandaan? [Where are you from?] (Var komteh ew vonden)," in a vain attempt to understand where he is.
 
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"Whoa,I had no idea your partner was a pain in the butt!" Zenitsu replied sheeply to Kunikida."I had my fair share if idiotic superiors,specislly Uzui that has three wives...I'll never forgive him. Though your partner might make Muzan Kibutsuji,the demon king from my world,look like an angel too."

Parsley thanked him for helping out. "It's the least I can do..." he replied,only to feel his hair being ruffled,it was that other samourai,Gintoki.
He told him that Gramps woudn't want Zenitsu to cry if he plans to help out. And that samourai like them gotta kerp their head up when things get scary.
"You got a point. I want to improve myself." Zenitsu replied to him,looking up. "I'm part of the Demon Slayer Cotps after all!"
 
“Where in the nine divines am I?”

he asked, he was only a few moments away before the final battle, just right in front of the lumina shrine, and now right in front of him, was a big ragtag group of other people, sorta like his own army, he was extremely confused on what was happening, but he finally understood what was going on by what parsley did, he was really Impressed by the magic, he’d never seen a user of magic do something like that, but he was still confused, why someone like him? Sure, he fought an extremely powerful gorgon, a Lich king , hell, he even went through a siege against nearly all of andarons noble houses but even then, he had other people with him, “just why myself?” He thought, but he didn’t care all that much, he‘d decided to just go along with whatever the 2 mages had planned for this group he’s in
 
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Turnip boy seemed a little overwhelmed by everything that was happening. She couldn't blame him, really, him being overwhelmed by like twenty people all talking at him at the same time was like, the most normal thing that had happened during this entire kidnapping. She found the blond that was yelling about heros and things pretty annoying, so she chose to ignore him. She had a good heart, but not one good enough to deal with somebody like him.

A couple voices that she couldn't actually understand piqued her interest. Huh, everyone else's words had automatically translated into her native language when she heard them, but these two...She couldn't understand what they said at all. They didn't even sound like languages from her home world. She looked at the two, a sickly looking guy with white hair and a man that was built like her friend Lent, with a curious expression. Why couldn't she understand these two, like she'd been able to everyone else? Whatever magic was translating their speech must've skipped over these two, she guessed.

"Hey, Turnip boy, I think- Oh, wait, he's already gone..." Ryza's statement trailed off as she watched the vegetable walk off.

...Did she know any magic that could help translate what these guys were saying? No, no, she'd never needed anything like that. She'd never gone anywhere far enough away from her home to meet people who spoke a different language.

If she had to make guesses, Hallo and Kon'nichiwa seemed to be ways of saying 'hello'.

...Well, this could be an issue, but Ryza didn't actually have a solution for the problem that'd affected these two specific people. Did anybody here come from a world where they spoke the same language as these two? Perhaps somebody had a translation spell in their repertoire? How many of the people here even knew magic?

She reached into a bag of alchemy supplies she carried and pulled out a book that Empel had given her. Maybe the spells he'd written down in it contained one that could help with this situation? A translation spell? But Tao had needed to start learning a new language from scratch to translate his ancient books.

This really could've been a problem for these two. She flipped to a blank page, scribbling down her best artistic representation of what had just been explained.

It wasn't great, but she still approached the two, and held out her drawing.

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It probably didn't help.

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It was as Eupha had anticipated, though not for the reasons she suspected. She supposed if one wasn't used to people like herself, then they wouldn't have the same prejudice behind their actions. That was likely a difference of worlds though. People of her own home would certainly not be that way, or so she figured. Maybe she was thinking of it in the wrong manner though. She supposed it didn't matter. What did matter was that she vaguely had understood Edward's discomfort and in her own eyes acted accordingly, though the way he responded did make her question if she had done something too over the top. Then again, he was apologizing. That would be a sign of him doing something wrong, wouldn't it? Staring was hardly a crime though, and if anything, she could understand it. New things always caught the eyes! However, his mention of finding a sense of familiarity in her appearance threw all her previous thoughts out the window. She would have never expected such a reason.

"Oh, don't worry about staring too much. I'm hardly bothered," she insisted with a soft smile forming on her lips though it would be obscured by the mask over her head. "I cannot say I've been told I remind someone of another, though perhaps that is because I only just began to travel from my island."

Would the people outside Virga Island think of her in such a manner? The thought had never crossed her mind, though she found it to be a curious one for sure. She wasn't sure how people would view her in the outside world, but she supposed this little adventure could be a brief sneak peak into that even if she was far removed from home. Again she was diving too deeply into such unnecessary thoughts. She would have to work on that.

Hearing Ed go on and comment on how he felt bad for making her wear her mask, a soft chuckle left her lips as she shook her head dismissively. While she was not used to wearing it among her people, it was not a big issue, even if it was a display of tribal discrepancy back in Euchronia. It was simply how the "pagans" like herself had to be. Perhaps such things were why she had been drawn to Will though. With him and the others that tribal barrier was torn down in an instant. Maybe she could have that freedom here as well.

"You needn't feel bad. It is merely customary from where I come from, although if you would prefer me to take it off then so be it."

Without waiting for an answer, she placed her hands against the sides of the mask and lifted it back up over her head, once again revealing her face to the world. Her two normal eyes blinked a couple of times to re-adjust to the sudden change of lighting before she carefully attached the mask to her staff again.

As she turned back to face him though, she was greeted by his hand extended out towards her as he offered his name. The action took her by surprise and a soft gasp escaped her lips as her brows curved downward. A bit of nervousness rose up in her chest and shyly her violet eyes flickered off the boy as she tried to regain herself. This wasn't what she thought it was. No, it was exactly like what Will had done with her. It was a sign of trust? That didn't seem right in this regard. Did the outside world have another custom for it that she hadn't learned of yet? Oh there was so much she did not understand!

Taking a deep breath, Eupha calmed herself. This wasn't a big deal. It wasn't like the traditional mustari meaning behind a handshake. Again it was a difference of culture. She needed to remind herself of that. There were bond to be many more moments like this after all! Extending her own hand out to meet his after her moment of hesitation, her eyes flickered back towards him and she offered a weak, yet friendly smile.

"I am Euphausia Etoreika, but please feel free to call me Eupha," she said, her introduction coming of as somewhat formal given how she offered both her given and surname. It didn't help that it was her full first name at that. Such greetings were yet another common occurrence of hers. Likely it would only happen once. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Edward."

Before she could say anything further, her attention was briefly pulled away from Ed as she heard Parsley losing his cool. She could not blame him given how many voices were speaking up, though admittedly, he had brought it upon himself. Only he was to fault, and his brother, though she could sympathize with their situation. If only it wouldn't have come with the pains of an angry mob. However, he did say something curious. It seemed they were being given a decision, though it was rather minimal in the grand scheme of things. They could either go visit the princess or follow the other brother to the shops. They weren't real options of freedom. Nevertheless she supposed she would have to decide which she would do.

Eupha's attention snapped back to her current company only to realize she was still holding his hand. Her face immediately flushed and in an instant, she released it. The look on her face would have made anyone think she had done something so bold or she had been flirted with, but no, it was simply because of a handshake.

"Er, ah, pardon me for holding your hand too long!" she quickly stammered out, her gaze refusing to meet his as she cleared her throat in attempt to recompose herself. "Anyways... it seems we're being given a choice on where to go. Might you have some inclination for what you might do?"
 
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The Nordic giant could sense a feeling of discomfort coming from the young one, perhaps he was being a bit loud? He spied the visible confusion upon the lad's face and realized that mayhap he wasn't Frankish or Northeastern franks at all. Unless he was being shy, which Stenir couldn't fault the lad, the Nord must've been intimidating to him.

As Stenir studied for any kind of response he saw the boy's muster some bit of courage to stand from behind the tree, a flash of light to Stenir's eye took him by surprise when he finally saw the boy's arm. Stenir's eye's widened at the sight of metal where it should be flesh, a metal appendage like the stories of the old Celtic king Nauda he had heard a time or two while with the Bearkin. Perhaps he was in the lands beyond life after all.

It had stolen his attention for the moment until he had heard the boy speak in higher pitch tone, he had to be young he was hardly developed by the tone of his voice. He spoke in a tongue unfamiliar to Stenir which sounded closer to the Vaargs or the Mongols, but nothing like he had heard before. Something more refined than the guttural uttering of the tribals of Kiev and of Mongol plains, perhaps of lands farther that he has yet to cross. The boys tongue took his attention away from the blue pants and the strange soft shoes that he wore.

He listened intently, trying to pick up words he might understand but nothing that the tongues of the lands he travelled had spelled yet to his ears, feeling as though his ears betrayed him, perhaps it was the helmet. He reached with both his hands on either side of his helmet, pulling it from his head and setting it down upon his knee. The sweat glistened from his brow as his aged and masculine face had emerged from the warm hug of his leather armor.

He decided he might as well try a few different languages, before he could however a young girl wearing peculiar and well refined white clothes with accents of yellow and red had approached them. Eyes of a dark shade of amber, with clean and well-kept short brown hair, adorned with a black band which was decorated with a black bow accented in yellowish gold tips. She must've been around the same age as the boy, although to the young man's credit he did stand a bit taller than her.

She approached the Norseman and the boy, unintentionally revealing her fine jewelry of gold that adorned her small frame. Including two gold earrings that hung loftily by her thin neck, and a necklace that seemed to hug her neck a bit too tightly. A bit concerned for her, Stenir was about to try to ask about it before she revealed to the two of them a paper with a drawing upon it. A premonition of some sort? Perhaps these people express hospitality through their art, however strange it may be?

Stenir reached for the picture itself and gently took it, examing the crude details of some kind of royalty fighting some sort of demon or raider. It seems she died, and then people were cast into some sort of fiery damnation, before a flower grew and she returned to life? A strange tale to be sure, but he had heard stranger. Stenir, with a raised brow, gently took the picture from her and examined it. "Þetta er mjög fínt. [This is very nice!]" he smiled softly, his beard raised to match the shape of his smile.



Before anything else random could begin, he decided to try and figure out where he was, rattling off languages they may have spoken. "Norður [North/northern], Frankir[Frankish], English, Germanen?" He paused with each language looking for a reaction of either of the young ones that stood before him.
 
“ My parents were called to Ishval, they were doctors. It wasn’t a war. It was.. genocide.” Winry grips her arms tightly as fresh tears spill over. She can’t unsee their blood stained bodies or how they’re a statistic of the genocide unfairly so. “ They were doing their jobs treating the wounded and the sick, they were killed by an Ishvalan by the name of Scar.” She brought her knees up to her chest, asking as she sobbed. “ Why?” Winry looks up to Kuruna, her face stained with her tears. “ Why did they have to die? Why, Why, why. Why, they were just doctors, they were trying to treat others, they were doing their jobs. Why did they have to die for no reason?” She fell quiet as she sobbed some more. ​

As Scar’s physical appearance formulated a coherent picture in her mind, she grips the soles of her boots, her fingers tightening, and throat feels dry. “ I.. I won’t forgive him. I can’t forgive him. He killed them with his alchemy, at least that is what the reports said.” She thought of gunning him down, an eye for an eye as the saying went. She could kill him. End it all. But she’s not a killer, or a monster. Edward, her Edward said her hands are meant for healing not taking. She couldn’t bring herself to shoot her parent’s murderer. ​


Taking a deep breath, count to three, it helps with panic attacks.. ​

Crying won’t bring her parents back though it felt good to release all the tears. Not so good to be triggered by that magic show. She breathed through her nose, following Kuruna’s advice, counting to three. Her shoulders sagged as the tension in her muscles decreased. She felt a bit better though Scar won’t ever be forgiven. Not as long as there’s still breath in her body. She felt bad for off loading on Kuruna. “ I’m sorry you have to be here to console me. I’ll pull myself together.” She smiled sheepishly, drying the tears. Basil and Parsley are splitting up; one group meets the princess under Parsley’s guidance whereas Basil takes another group to gather up supplies in the marketplace and meet a woman named Fauna at the same time. She won’t speak up for the other Edward, she plans to shop for her auto mail materials. Knowing her Edward, he will choose to meet the princess for confirmation sake. Just thinking of both Edward’s going off to who knows where, it entails them being stupidly reckless. She gives the other Edward a sharp look suspecting he’ll wreck his auto mail, forcing her to fix it from scratch. She’s protective of her work. “ I’m Winry Rockbell.” She stuck her hand out to Kuruna as a greeting. ​

She won’t speak for Kuruna, Winry is joining the group heading to the market town. it’s a middle age type of timeline, that means forges exist. Where there’s forges there’s black smith. Forges and black smiths happen to be up around her alley, definitely an engineer’s paradise like her. The idea of touring real workshops excites her. She saw herself nerding over the forges. Or, as Edward lovingly called her a gear head, she made a mental note of what she needed. She wordlessly rummaged through her tool kit, it’s almost bare as she thought. Sighing, she turned to Kuruna. “ I’m a prosthetic engineer, actually it’s called auto mail where I’m from.” She handed over a detailed picture showing Edward’s model. “ I need supplies, it seems I’m low on materials. Which are you joining?” She thinks if the princess needs her help it’s her medical knowledge and prosthesis. ​

Nuts, bolts, screws, nickel, copper, and fiberglass.. ​

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Atsushi didn't really need more persuasion to help-not that he had much of a choice-but, he felt bad for Parsley. He did agree with the young...apprentice about how wild this group was. It wasn't that he disliked seeing dying people-though it is always scary to see such thing, sometimes he'd get emotional too-but more like he felt like a burden if he went. But Dazai seemed to think the opposite.

"But Dazai-san, er...suicide wouldn't be so pleasant here. Wouldn't you prefer to seek death in your own world? Besides, bugging the drowsy princess will ruin her peace, wouldn't you feel the same if someone interrupted your suicide attempts?"

It was indeed a small reference to how Atsushi helped Dazai out by the river. But Dazai didn't seem to care, only giving it a light thought before shrugging it off like always. The brunette just went back to lying to the yellow haired 'demon slayer corps' guy while Kunikida righted Dazai's wrongs. Atsushi sometimes felt a little distant, admiring how the relationship between the two were. Atsushi wondered if he was going to get a partner in the agency once grown up-Kyoka?

His gaze averted back to Akutagawa who had a few coughing spasms here and there, but politely covered his mouth with a pale hand. His next words only made Atsushi feel small. The hatred between them was unforgettable, but Akutagawa was always heads-over-heels for Dazai. Meaning if Dazai was going to go to Andromeda...Akutagawa will...and so will he! Ah, what a lapful he gotten himself into.

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Another guy, seemingly made of cold ice due to the stare, had his arms crossed with some kind of creature besides him. The black haired figure suddenly flicked his hands, tossing the creature away-as if putting it in time out before offering to go with Basil instead. Another helpful hand, to say the least.

"It seems like most wish to go to The Princess, still needing some common knowledge despite the clear indications of what's happening. Going to meet her...highness would be a simple mistake-like mocking her death without right away gathering what she needs."

Those lines sounded bitter, but Atsushi fully agreed. Though, that male didn't look like they were on any side at all-possibly just looking for a chance to leave this world behind?

The yank on his shoulders made the tiger boy yelp, and Dazai was now acting as if he was ordering those around him around.

"Alright, then it's settled, Atsushi-kun! We all will be going to meet this lovely lady this Parsley kiddo mentioned, and Kunikida will have to settle my grave back at the agency with a few flowers when he returns, because I am ready to die. Woho!"
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Though Dazai does get on his nerves, Kunikida felt like he had to defend his partner. “ He’s not an idiot, his intelligence and analytical thinking helped the ADA through some .. rather difficult missions.” As his anger melted down, he rubbed his knuckles. They'll be black and blue first thing tomorrow morning he’s sure of it. He pressed his eyebrows together, unsure what to make of this Muzan guy, maybe the enemy from Zenitsu’s world. Though why the kid will spill intel on such a powerful enemy to strangers is beyond him not saying much instead he nods.


Dazai casually admitting suicide to unwitting people seems scary enough not to Kunikida though. After all, he’s used to hearing those words coming out of Dazai’s mouth. It still doesn’t stop him from thinking if this is just a front to Dazai he supposed trying to read the brunette will be meaningless as he’s a man of many layers, trying to peel one layer reveals another. He stared at Dazai, slowly putting both hands on his hips. “ Double suicide with a beautiful princess how lucky for you.”

He sighs, moving to stand near Atsushi over hearing Akutagawa coughing into his hand. He’s unsure if having the hell hound of the port mafia nearby is such a good thing for his poisonous words to Atsushi. He feels a bit rigid, seeing Aku on the same side as them. His insides growing hot from anger.

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"Oh..I see...he's smarter then he looks?" Zenitsu asked. He then heard...
"Wait,suicide attempts?!" Zenitsu shouts. "Are you out of YOUR mind?!!!" he shouts toward Dazai. "AND BRINGING THE PRINCESS INTO THIS? THAT'S CROSSING THE LINE!!!" he added,pointing toward Dazai. "And you three!" he shouts toward Kunikida Akutagawa and Atsushi. "Can't you do something about this?!" he shouts. "Bringing a inocent girl into his suicide ...non senses is horrible!!!!"

"I SAID SHUT UP!!!!" Bakugo shouts, charging toward Zenitsu like a mad bull.

Zenitsu streams in fear.
 
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