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

DovahBeat
*Flashback

rior 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.
*End of flashback*

DovahBeat · Nov 9, 2024

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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SirPrompto15 · Nov 9, 2024

Katsuki Bakugo & Prompto Argentum

Kaiju Cat
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?!"

CHUUYAS_HAT · Nov 9, 2024

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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Kaiju Cat · Nov 9, 2024

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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.

SirPrompto15 · Nov 10, 2024

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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CHUUYAS_HAT · Nov 10, 2024

No Longer Human.

Osamu Dazai.

The Lullaby

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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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SirPrompto15 · Nov 10, 2024

Zenitsu Agatsuma

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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.

Necromantic · Nov 10, 2024

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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Shroomie · Nov 10, 2024

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.

Kaiju Cat · Nov 10, 2024

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.

Kaiju Cat · Nov 10, 2024

“ 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.

darkred · Nov 10, 2024

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."
Shroomie (GM/Basil) DovahBeat (Py) (Supply group)
Queen Gorgo looked back. "Yes, that Sparta. Wait, did you say Hermes? He's your father?!" "Then who is your mother? The Spartan queen's eyes widened in awe. It's an honor to meet a demigod in the flesh.

With that in mind, Gorgo said, “I’m not sure where everyone else is going, but I’m going to find supplies with Py. The queen turned back and nodded, making sure she had her things with her before splitting with the group and moving toward the group gathering supplies.

Somehow fate had brought these two Greeks together, and Queen Gorgo would fight alongside the demigod if necessary to find supplies. With her path in mind, she eyed Basil walking aside Py.

Shroomie (GM/Basil) DovahBeat (PY) (Supply group)
Marius Titus, the Roman Centurion, turned and looked back "I shall go with Parsley. Good luck out there. May the Gods be fair to you, Lucius and Gorgo."

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DovahBeat · Nov 10, 2024

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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mimitchi · Nov 11, 2024

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GINTOKI SAKATA

Cabin

Zenitsu, Parsley

"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."

And maybe find some booze.

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Keengoat · Nov 11, 2024

Komaeda Nagito

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Rain tear stains Hinata's home office windows and the wind weaves its fingers through the islands palm leaves.

"And that should be the last of it." Hinata says as he leans back in his chair, his finger holding down the print key.

Nagito nods from where he stands hovering over the man's shoulder, the computers light reflecting in his eyes, "I'm sure Souda will appreciate these blueprints." His lips pull into a smile, his head tilting, "He has been complaining about the islands pipes for a few days now."

Hinata lifts his hand away with a huff through his nose and tilts his jaw back, his view full of Nagito's face inverted, "Don't remind me. I haven't heard the end of it." He grumbles.

A soft huff of laughter leaves Nagito's chest, raspy in his throat before he stands properly, "Ah, perhaps a cup of tea will clear your mind?" His voice lower, light with humor, "I promise I won't let the water overboil again."

Hinata's eyes narrow skeptically, and he gives him a nervous frown. He studies him for a moment before begrudgingly nodding, "Fine..." He reaches his hand forward, tapping on a few keys. "I'll be out in a minute. Just got to save this."

Nagito hums and turns on his heel, making his way out into the hallway of Hinata's cabin, the space darkened by the concealing clouds outside. The wood beneath him creaking slightly under his listless steps. He gets about a hallway there, just about to make his turn into the main living space, when suddenly, there's an eruption of sparks and light blinds him. He grits his teeth and instinctively throwing up his arms to shield his face. He feels a physical convulsion, one that ripples through his chest like water and then his body drags forward with an almost levitating pull, house slippers skidding across the floor. He can only manage a short shout before the world grew dark.

Hinata jerks back, broad eyes on the slightly parted door. His brows furrowed, "Komaeda?" He calls out, his voice louder then intended, "D-Did you fall or something?"

He waits, body tilting slightly as he keeps an ear out for any signs of the man. The silence was so loud he was starting to think he can hear his heart. His lips press and he uses the table to push his chair back from it and slowly comes to a stand. He approaches the door, hand already reaching out for the handle, "Nagito...?" He whispers.

He takes a breath, hooking his fingers into the handle and sliding the door enough to peer down the hallway. The room was scorched, black soot splashing up the walls and across the floor, partials dancing. His jaw opens but he couldn't utter anything, only staring down at the single set of ashen footprints.

He takes in a harsh breath in the silence, "What the hell..."

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Nagito takes in a breath, his lungs squeeze like a fist as it struggles to expand, ripping a few coughs from his throat. He wheezes and grunts in discomfort, holding a hand to his chest, metal fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. He takes a moment to regain himself before he opens his eyes, squinting against the sunlight. He studies the overhead above him, the blue sky peeking between leaves of mounting trees. There's a rhythmic chirping in his ear, from insects or birds. He reaches his hand upwards towards it, but instead of flesh and knuckles, he is met with his prosthetic metal arm, the light reflecting off its dull tone steel. His brows pinch, rotating the futuristic limb. He curls the fingers, watching the shells that made up each section of the digits shift over the rotating ball joints inside, hearing its familiar electronic whirl. He lets it fall back to his side, concluding he was not in fact back in the Neo World Program.

He takes in a breath, before pushing himself up into a sit, his back protesting the movements. He grabs the shoulder of his jacket and pulls it back over himself, his eyes searching the twisting vines and dense forest. The last thing he remembers was standing in Hinata's hallway, a beam of light and now this unfamiliar place. He brushes his palms together to scrub away at dirt and pebbles.

Was he knocked out? No, his blackouts were normally accompanied by dizziness or feeling overwhelmed.
Perhaps chloroform? No, he would have had to be exposed to it for a long period of time and with the right dosage.
Maybe he got punched? Nagito presses his fingertips across his temple and the back of his head. His fingers weaving through the thick, white strands to judge his scalp, yet he felt no aches or swelling.

He sighs, rubbing his hands across his face instead, feeling the cool metals of his prosthetic hand against his sunken cheek. This must be a byproduct of his luck cycle, though he has to say teleporting is a first for him. But that only made him wonder if this was a sign of good luck or bad luck.

He helps himself into a stand, stuffing his hands into his pocket and begins to tread down the path of weaving trees.

Nagito lets his feet guide him, though he can feel every sharp rock beneath his plush house slippers, he takes care to not be too careless with the veins of roots that probed up from the ground. A small smile finds his face and he travel beneath a willow tree, its draping leaves cascading across his shoulders and caressing his face. But as he makes it out onto the other side, he stops. In front of him, a few feet away, stood a bear of a man. He must have been twice as large as Nagito, his shoulders wide with muscle. He is adorned in what looked to be leather armor, fur trim decorating the edges and buckles catching the light. At first, he reminded Nagito of his classmate, Nidai, but his clothes were far too outdated. The man looked as if he was breathed to life by a history book he once read.

Perhaps this man was also an Ultimate? Some sort of cosplayer or actor? He studies him, but he doesn't dare move.

Morbuskid · Nov 11, 2024

Stenir Fafnirson
Location: Unknown

Interaction:

Keengoat

'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.

SirPrompto15 · Nov 11, 2024

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