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Kuruna

So this girl had families that'd been a victim in a war. That hadn't actually been too hard to guess, but it still hurt for Kuruna to hear something like that. It wasn't something that anybody should've been a victim of. Kuruna had been born well after the race war that'd driven her village and Sharance apart, but her parents hadn't been, and they'd told her about how horrific it'd been in detail. Yet, her actual knowledge of how it felt to lose somebody in such a horrific fashion was something that would hopefully forever elude her.

Right now, the best thing she could do to help this girl was to listen to her.

"I don't think you should have to forgive him for something like that." Kuruna replied. She didn't know this Scar person, she hopefully never would. She didn't know if he'd killed the girl's parents if self defense, or if it'd just been rage. He was probably also a victim in the war, but that didn't change the effect he'd left on an innocent bystander. "Don't worry, I don't mind consoling people. Taking care of others is part of my job."

...That only made the concern she felt about her village come back.

"I'm Kuruna. I'm...the elder of a desert settlement of monsters." She introduced herself, trying to suppress the fear that came with it. There was absolutely no way that this girl could harm the defenseless little woolies in her village. Winry said she made prosthetics for a living, though Kuruna wasn't sure what "Automail" meant, so she must've been a kind of doctor. Not a fighter.

She lifted up a hand to Winry's face, a faint green light coming from the tips of her pointer finger and horn. Her finger moved to trace the air along the blond's nose and eyebrow. It wasn't a strong spell, bit it didn't need to be strong for something this small.

"Did that help with any congestion and eye irritation? I'm a healer, myself. I'll...go see the princess, I guess." She couldn't afford to be here for long enough to go slay a demon king. She needed that asshole elf to send her home.

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Carmen Sandiego
Where in the world is she?
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Carmen spared a glance towards Ren as he agreed with her suggestion of making the acquaintance of the princess, but her eyes widened as he offered (with a rather self-assured swagger) to go down to the Hellsgate Dungeon by his lonesome, and Parsley's flustered reaction to her, and annoyed reaction to him, was rather funny. That little bit made her crack an amused smile, but it immediately dropped as Ren continued.

So he...was a thief too? The rogue pulled her fedora over her eyes, hiding her face in the collar of her trench coat. "Player, you there? I need you," she muttered under her breath.

"I'm here, Red. I had to try and find Shadowsan, Zack, and Ivy...contacting them and trying to explain the circumstances, well...." the long-suffering hacker trailed off. Carmen sighed, before she pulled out her trusty compact mirror. She flipped it open, and discreetly took a photo of the Phantom Thief. If this happened to be a V.I.L.E. operative that had somehow followed her into the strange world...well, with royalty in the vicinity, no doubt with valuable objects, plus the Blazei Flower itself...who knows what they could do with the opportunity to commit crimes in a place that clearly didn't have modern interpol.

"Player, I need you to run through V.I.L.E.'s database. Do they have anyone at all that matches this person here?" the lady in red asked, sending the picture of Joker to him. Immediate clacking of keys could be heard through her earrings.

"Hold on, I'm still scanning...." Player mumbled as Carmen slipped her compact mirror back into her coat. A few more seconds, and then he said, "Nope, he's all clear. Why? This a friend of yours?"

She rolled her eyes, then replied in a slightly sassy tone, "Oh, sure, because other thieves have gotten along great with me. You know, they steal valuable objects, then I steal the stolen from the stealers. Yup, we're bound to be best buds."

Hesitation kept her from taking the initiation at first and speaking to Ren. So instead, she decided to debate over Parsley's words. He had agreed to take them to see Andromeda in the end. That (plus the fact that she had seen Andromeda thanks to her binoculars) was making her believe that the mage's tale of the under realm and the Blazei Flower was all true.

However, this Fauna character intrigued her much more. "She touched the moon and talked to the stars..." she pondered as she cupped her chin with her index finger and thumb. She sounded like she was a senile person who liked telling exaggerated stories, at least that was the thief's immediate thought. But Parsley had suggested finding her apothecary in the first place. And if he claimed that she had relics to prove her adventures were true, then surely, she had the key to helping them find the Hellsgate dungeon.

Realizing that she was procrastinating, for the first time in forever, Carmen took a deep breath, slipped her hands into her pockets, and sidestepped towards Joker. She didn't say anything for a second, only a second, but she then subtly cleared her throat and said offhandedly, "You sure do have a lot of pride in being a thief, you know."

Blue-gray eyes peered at the trickster rather curiously from underneath the brim of her hat. "I mean, if I were a felon, I wouldn't go around saying that loud and clear for everyone to hear."

Carmen was lying, of course. If her experience with Agents Devineaux, Argent, and all of ACME and V.I.L.E. had taught her something, it was that an international criminal like her was incapable of keeping a low profile for long. But her fellow outlaw didn't need to know that, not yet, anyway.

Tags: Ploegy Ploegy (Joker)
Location: In Front of the Brothers' Cabin
 
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Marivel Armitage


Crimson Noble
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arivel tapped her foot as the bumbling apprentice tried to deny her, and these other people, a meeting with the royal. What was he hiding then? If they couldn't be trusted to see the person they are doing this for, then why shouldn't the Crimson Nobile just force the summoning spell information out of these mages and be done with it?

"It's like running a daycare, Heavenly above, give me strength...."

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"Seriously. Don't ask them for more help, but I do agree that you've summoned a bunch of children. How old are these people? Is anyone here older than a single human era?"



Shaking her head with her eyes closed, only for one red eye to open and a slight smirk when the boy finally decided to give up and take her, them, to the princess. Finally, Marivel could speak to someone with some competency! To call someone a noble. To treat them with such reverence. Marivel would see if this girl was worthy of the praise. There weren't many Marivel could consider of that caliber. So it was up to humanity to solve it's own problems now, with the occasional guidance from herself of course!

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"I would love to say I will lead the way, but seeing how uh... I have no idea where I'm going. Lead the way vegetable boy. Bring me to your leader."






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M[/div]arivel tapped her foot as the bumbling apprentice tried to deny her, and these other people, a meeting with the royal. What was he hiding then? If they couldn't be trusted to see the person they are doing this for, then why shouldn't the Crimson Nobile just force the summoning spell information out of these mages and be done with it?

"It's like running a daycare, Heavenly above, give me strength...."

"Seriously. Don't ask them for more help, but I do agree that you've summoned a bunch of children. How old are these people? Is anyone here older than a single human era?"

Shaking her head with her eyes closed, only for one red eye to open and a slight smirk when the boy finally decided to give up and take her, them, to the princess. Finally, Marivel could speak to someone with some competency! To call someone a noble. To treat them with such reverence. Marivel would see if this girl was worthy of the praise. There weren't many Marivel could consider of that caliber. So it was up to humanity to solve it's own problems now, with the occasional guidance from herself of course!

"I would love to say I will lead the way, but seeing how uh... I have no idea where I'm going. Lead the way vegetable boy. Bring me to your leader."
 
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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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"Um, our trash can is inside the cabin, if you want to throw whatever that is away."

While everyone else argued, talked, scoffed, drew, and so on. Shirabe would just turn and head into the cabin again on her own. She didn't remember seeing anything like a trash can there but it was pretty crowded then. So maybe it was behind someone. It wouldn't take long for her to find it upon the second inspection.

The girl placed a finger to her ear and tapped it a few times.

Nope, nothing.

Alone and with no one to see her, Shirabe's face showed more anxiety. How long will she really be stuck here? What is happening at home? What is Kirika and Maria doing right now? A fun romp across a fantasy world wasn't the worst thing, in fact Shirabe might even be excited since she couldn't recall a parallel world this spot on for the trope.

No way could she enjoy it in this situation...

Returning her surface emotions to zero. A pair of pink rimmed glasses slipped out from her hip and were placed on her face. She went looking around for a bit. Shirabe saw a bunch of fabric had been taken out already. It must have been that short blonde girl wearing all that stuff. Maybe Shirabe could find something useful for later? It wasn't stealing if it was going to be used for the mission right?

Rummaging around for any neat items or maybe a usable cooking ingredient for later (those mages had appetizing names), Shirabe would walk back out the door and see everyone scattering.

Did she miss something?

She needed to find Basil and that legendary Fauna lady now. It wasn't a modern city like Tokyo. So he couldn't be too hard to find.




*Shirabe would wander and hopefully end up with Basil and Fauna team*

Shroomie Shroomie | Fauna Team


Code by Nano



"Um, our trash can is inside the cabin, if you want to throw whatever that is away."

While everyone else argued, talked, scoffed, drew, and so on. Shirabe would just turn and head into the cabin again on her own. She didn't remember seeing anything like a trash can there but it was pretty crowded then. So maybe it was behind someone. It wouldn't take long for her to find it upon the second inspection.

The girl placed a finger to her ear and tapped it a few times.

Nope, nothing.

Alone and with no one to see her, Shirabe's face showed more anxiety. How long will she really be stuck here? What is happening at home? What is Kirika and Maria doing right now? A fun romp across a fantasy world wasn't the worst thing, in fact Shirabe might even be excited since she couldn't recall a parallel world this spot on for the trope.

No way could she enjoy it in this situation...

Returning her surface emotions to zero. A pair of pink rimmed glasses slipped out from her hip and were placed on her face. She went looking around for a bit. Shirabe saw a bunch of fabric had been taken out already. It must have been that short blonde girl wearing all that stuff. Maybe Shirabe could find something useful for later? It wasn't stealing if it was going to be used for the mission right?

Rummaging around for any neat items or maybe a usable cooking ingredient for later (those mages had appetizing names), Shirabe would walk back out the door and see everyone scattering.

Did she miss something?

She needed to find Basil and that legendary Fauna lady now. It wasn't a modern city like Tokyo. So he couldn't be too hard to find.




*Shirabe would wander and hopefully end up with Basil and Fauna team*
 
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Despite being bumped into, Ren simply stepped back and looked out from behind his mask with a stoic gaze, though that cool composure slowly waned as Parsley spoke to him. His words, unlike how he spoke to the women before him, were far more harsh. It wasn't the first time he had been spoken to in such a manner, nor would it be the last, yet the stark difference was enough to mentally make the thief amused. Even while being called insane and being told no, he found humor. It was probably an abnormal reaction, though nobody besides himself would ever know. Besides was it really insane to suggest going alone when he had done such things during his time as a thief? Going through the gates of Hell felt like an average trip to a Palace, or even to Mementos. Shadows weren't too far off from demons he presumed. Then again, it wasn't as if he made his experiences as a thief well known. He had merely stated what he was.

Still, from how Parsley spoke it was clear his words had been twisted to some degree he didn't mean them. No wonder the wizard thought him crazy. Anyone would if they thought he meant to fight his way through some hellscape. In his current condition he didn't have the means to be such an offensive juggernaut. Maybe if he could feel the presence of other personas within his mask it would be different, but with only Arsene's company, constant battles were a huge no go. He was smart enough to realize that, and his aim hadn't been to take such a course anyways. Where he lacked in raw power, he could easily make up for in cunning and stealth; a thief's forte. One wouldn't need to blaze his way through Hell and back if he plotted his path tactfully, and kept himself to the shadows. That was how Ren had planned to proceed, but alas, he was turned down. He supposed that was the wizard's own loss though. If he preferred to try and wrangle in this herd of unwieldy individuals, then who was he to stop him.

He would have spoken back in that moment, but given how flustered the elfen mage had become, Joker decided against it. He could rein in his own arrogance and let it simmer out for now, even if he would have preferred to get this over and done with in a far easier method. Beggars couldn't be choosers though. However, he wasn't at a complete loss from the response he had gotten. The mere fact that Parsley refused to send him alone was enough to tell him there was good in the man. He wasn't merely looking to have them throw away their lives for the sake of maybe getting the flower. He wanted something more certain. Ren himself could respect that much. Besides, he couldn't keep his attention on the wizard for too much longer. He was being watched.

The feeling of a pair of eyes on him just out of his own sightlines was obvious to Ren, though he made no moves to reveal what he was aware of. With this many people around, he was bound to draw attention, especially after the bold suggestion he had just made. He could have simply written the feeling off as meaningless, but instead gray orbs quietly scanned his immediate vicinity, and that was when he saw it; the woman in red from before, standing off to the side. She was being discreet, and perhaps to an untrained eye she might be acting normally, but her actions of hiding beneath her hat and in her coat collar were common tendencies to rely on when trying to hide something. While he didn't care to know what she might be doing, he found it amusing nevertheless, especially since she seemed to be directing herself towards him.

Deciding to act as if he had seen nothing, his eyes moved back forward, and he allowed himself to quietly ponder over his next move. That repose would only last a mere moment though. The sound of Carmen clearing her throat pulled him out of his mind and caused him to turn his head in her direction. Clearly she had heard his claims of being a thief, and she even dared to push the fact that he seemed to take pride in it. Admittedly, he could see how such could be concerning. Thief wasn't a term with positive meaning behind it, and anyone would immediately take him claiming it so proudly as him being a criminal of sorts. He wouldn't blame them. They didn't know his story after all.

Before he could stop her right then and there, she continued on. Her next words caused him to softly scoff before he shook his head and gave a light shrug of his shoulders. So what if he claimed it here. What were they going to do? Throw him in a cell? He'd love to see how that would work for them. He'd been through hell and back when he had been in custody back in Japan, and if people of this world thought they could summon him only to toss him aside then they had a storm coming.

"Perhaps if I was truly a felon I wouldn't blurt things out so loose-lipped," Joker admitted as he lifted a hand up and quickly combed his bangs back as he took a brief second to think over what he wanted to say. "But I have no reason to hide what I am. It makes my skillset instantly known with one simple word. Besides, what is adding thief to the list of negative terms I've already had thrown my way here? Thief... villain... extra... Clearly I'm such a bad guy, now aren't I?"

A lighthearted laugh rumbled from the back of his throat as he let his shoulders drop and his hand to move from his hair to the corner of his mask. For someone who bore a title of such controversy, he was rather lax about it. He cared little for how he was viewed, especially since he had done everything because of his own beliefs. Plucking the mask from his face and holding it between his fingers, he swung his arm down to cross over his chest and gave a small, yet oddly playful bow. Looking up at her, he let her see his unmasked face and the cheeky smile that came with it.

"Joker, at your service."

A cheeky introduction to mirror his current expression. Who said Ren couldn't have a little fun with his approach? Besides, given how he had seen her acting before she approached, he was curious if she might react oddly to a codename being given. It was baseless for him to poke for such a thing, but curiosity got the better of him nonetheless.
 
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Thankfully, Eupha had taken the situation quite gracefully, as she explained wearing the helmet was something a part of her culture, and wasn’t a burden Ed had forced upon her. Still, he was glad to see her finally stow away the mask, uncovering her face once more. Although, even someone like Edward could notice her visible reaction to his offered hand. For a second he even wondered if he’d used the wrong arm, but a quick glance down quickly reconfirmed that yes, he’d extended his left hand. Or, maybe that was the issue itself? Right handed people could sometimes get weird about shaking a left hand, so that could also be it. Either way, Edward really wasn’t in the mood to switch hands and deal with the likely conversation that’d come afterwards so if she didn’t want to shake it then he’d just-

Before Ed could call it off the girl finally responded back, meeting his hand in the middle with a friendly, albeit rather nervous smile and a name. He’d himself would sport a little smile of his own as he nodded, responding back with a simple,

“Nice to meet you too, Eupha”

Both blondes would be cut off from any further conversation as Parsley’s voice rang out once more. Unsurprisingly, all of Edward’s words had pretty much fallen of deaf ears as Parsley completely ignored him. On one hand, logically with this many people yelling at the guy it’d be no wonder if one or two voices got lost in the crowd, but still it certainly wasn’t doing anything to make Edward any less frustrated about, well just about everything that was going on.

The more Parsley talked the more Edward couldn’t help but pick up on all the more concerning stuff. Like sure, he knew a lot of monarchies, especially the medieval kind, operated by the idea of the divine right to rule, but the way this guy talked about the princess was pretty strange, even by those standards.

In fact, things were starting to feel far too close to home. A supposed Inherently evil enemy held in opposition to a leader with a proximity to holiness, an item rumored to accomplish the impossible that the nation’s government was forcing its citizens to locate in order to prolong the life of a woman pulling the strings. It was like a blending of Edward’s past experiences in Amestris and Germany with a religious framing as a means for justification.

With all the information given to him, it would be easy to view this world as a fusion of Germany, Amestris, and Dante herself.

…Except Edward didn’t realistically think most, if any of his comparisons were what was literally going on. Or, well maybe he actually did to some extent but not all. He knew he was grasping at straws, desperate for any sort of familiarity in a world that apparently went against all that he’d been taught.

But with only one man’s frighteningly limited explanation to go off of, all he could do was draw from his own past experiences to fill in the gaps, further proving the danger that lied in his ignorance of this world and just how easily someone like Parsley could use it against them. He didn’t want to assume this guy was a bad person, but for him to just completely write off most of their concerns and childishly compare the group to managing a daycare-

Frankly, his limited patience was already starting to wane, and Edward was this close to just making his way through the crowd to physically wring out some actual answers, but there was one little problem with that plan.


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Still listening to the wizard’s words, it seemed Eupha had somehow completely forgotten to actually end the hand shake. Well, at this point you couldn’t exactly consider it to be shaking hands anymore, as Ed’s hand simply rested slack in the other’s grip.

Now it felt like they were holding hands more than anything.

Well, they were in fact doing just that.

“Eupha? Your hand. Uh, it’s-”

His cheeks now one or two shades pinker than before, Ed attempted to subtly remind her with the slightest hand squeeze, but that wouldn’t be enough to draw her attention back.

“Eupha, you can let go now”

“Eupha-”

Nope, nothing.

At this point it’d probably be even more awkward to say something out loud, and he wasn’t just going to tear his hand out from her grasp out of nowhere. After all, she’d have to eventually notice, right?

Parsley continued to talk on, although most of it flew over Edward’s mind as the young man was far too distracted by his current conundrum. So he stood there, holding hands with a girl he’d only learned the name of a few moments ago.

As Edward internally counted the seconds that passed with Eupha’s hand wrapped around his, one might have heard him begin to frantically mumble under his breath.

“Hydrogen, helium, Lithium, beryllium-“

By the time Eupha finally realized, she released her hand in an instant, apologizing in a panic. Edward attempted to play it off, scratching the back of his head as he faced away from her and stammered out,

“Don’t worry It’s fine!”

but that did little to hide the fact his face was now broaching the shade range of a red heirloom tomato.

At least now Edward could actually focus, especially since the choices Parsley posed were definitely something worth paying attention to. It wouldn’t take long to recover from that little ordeal, and as Eupha asked whether he’d join the group at the market or in seeing the princess Edward took no time at all to respond back,

“I’m gonna go with Parsley. There’s a few things I’d like to confirm for myself, and seeing the person in charge would probably be the best way to go about it”

Although that wasn’t exactly the only reason either.

“I think I’ll also check if there’s a library there. If those two won’t send us back home, I wanna read up about this world’s history to get a better idea for the sort of place we’re dealing with”

This wasn’t his first time being stranded in an unfamiliar world, and in the span of two years Edward had shoveled as much basic information he could of that world’s history, culture, and current events just to even have a semblance of an idea of the place he’d been thrown into. If he’d done it once already then there wasn’t a single doubt in Edward’s mind that he’d be able to manage it again.

It was just like Alchemy, first you needed to understand a concept before deconstructing it in order to reconstruct a new nuanced understanding. Maybe then he could finally put a rest to some of his concerns.

Edward turned to face Winry,

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“Shit-“

…Only to finally take notice of her apparent disappearance. She wasn’t by him, or even with the group for that matter.

“Eupha, did you see a girl leave the group? She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and was carrying a toolbox with her”

When the hell did she leave? He was pretty sure she’d been by him during Parsley’s little show, so maybe she left when he started talking to Eupha, or maybe it had been some point in between then?

After just promising that he’d protect the girl, Edward had immediately gone ahead and lost sight of her. What a great start.

Right before Edward could fully enter a panic, he thankfully spotted Winry emerge from behind the cabin alongside a horned girl, rejoining the group once more.

She drew near and Ed parted his mouth to begin to say something but was cut off by a glare, one that did little to distract from the puffiness or redness of her eyes. He wouldn’t even get a single word in before she departed for Basil’s group.

“…She was crying?” Ed’s voice was uncharastically pensive.

Edward took half a step forward, but stopped dead in his tracks.

He always had the talent for making Winry cry, and apparently that applied to this version of her as well. Except, at least with his childhood friend he’d usually have an idea of the reason, whether it be a transmuted doll intended as a gift or an engraved pocket watch that served as a reminder.

He wasn’t always the best at figuring out what was going through Winry's mind, he knew that. But with this girl, Edward hated how he was left at a loss.

He’d spare one last glance towards Winry, taking notice of the horned girl seemingly holding up something to her face, a light green glow emanating from her hand (Plant Alchemy, maybe). His Winry never had trouble making friends, and at least he could find comfort that this girl followed suit.

“…I’ll talk to her later”

Edward turned to face Eupha, the apologetic smile on his doing little to mask the internal conflict raging in his mind.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, it’s…kind of complicated. Anyways-“

The sudden change in subject was stilted and laughably unnatural.

“Where do you plan on going?”
Interactions: Ploegy Ploegy (Eupha) Kaiju Cat Kaiju Cat (Winry)
Mentioned: @/Shroomie (Parsley)
Location: In Front of Cabin (Joining Parsley’s group)
 
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Linkle
The Cucco and Crossbow Crusader
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"Mm...?" Linkle's pointed ears pricked up slightly as she heard indignant and mostly panicky shouting from someone nearby. Clearly a now expert calmer, she looked around to find the source of the yelling, and promptly saw another boy on the point of a breakdown, however this one was...very different. And more violent.

Awestruck, she took a step forward, her blue eyes sweeping up and down the man's figure. The clothes, the pink hair...it was so unlike anything she had ever seen in her world. "Wow," she breathed. A goofy grin then appeared on the Hylian's face, and she waved. "Hi, I'm Linkle. Are you a scaredy-pants too? Don't worry, we'll be okay! The only thing to fear is fear itself. And demons and hell, but don't think about that! Think positive!! And don't break people's arms!!!"

She took Kohaku's arm in hers and spun him around in a few little circles, her braids and tunic fluttering as they twirled, her light voice bubbling with giggles. She then promptly let him go, placing her hands on her hips. "Yeah, you don't look like you're capable of much damage anyway, but at least you're pretty to look at!"

Linkle then pointed with her thumb towards Parsley, who was leading the troop towards Vespertine. "C'mon, I don't think you want to be left behind, do you?"

She then took the idol's hand in hers (again without permission), and led him over to Okarun. Positively beaming, she took the initiative to introduce the poor young men to each other. "Okarun, this is pink boy. Pink boy, this is Okarun. Okay? Okay! Let's goooo!"

With that, she took the bespectacled boy's hand in her free one, and began dragging leading Takakura and Oukawa down the same path the young apprentice took, swinging her arms cheerfully, their fingers interwoven tightly with hers.

Tags: Okarun ( Acethekidd Acethekidd ), Kohaku ( Necromantic Necromantic )
Location: In Front of the Brother's Cabin ---> Vespertine Gates
 
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Okarun blinked, feeling a strange mix of reassurance and surprise as he listened to Linkle’s words. There was a determination in her that he couldn’t quite understand, something beyond simple bravery. He’d expected her to get spooked or maybe even lose the grin she had, but she just seemed stronger then his self in the mental game. more convinced that this was something she had to do. Her words rang with a self-assuredness that he couldn’t help but feel jealous of, and maybe a little embarrassed, too. Was she ready to dive into danger to help a princess she’d never met? Just like that? The whole situation still felt insane to him, but Linkle didn’t seem fazed by any of it.

How could someone be so ready to dive into danger for a another they’d never met? The whole situation still felt impossible to him, yet Linkle stood unfazed, by this all. She did mention she was hero

As he processed her words, a thought struck him, and his stomach twisted. "Wasn’t I the one who always said I’d help anyone in need? No matter what?" His mind flashed to Momo. If she were here now, watching him hesitate, she’d be disappointed,maybe even furious. He clutched at his shirt, frustration bubbling inside him. He wanted to help, but nothing about this made sense. Never have he thought he would be in a situation that was movie like

"You’re a hero where you’re from? That’s… pretty cool," he said finally, his voice quieter than he intended. He tried to sound casual, but the admiration in his tone was impossible to hide. He paused, his thoughts scrambling to find a way to make sense of this. Aliens. Yeah, maybe it’s like aliens. Different species from different planets. That view sparked a flicker of excitement in him, though it was only for a moment. He continued, “I really can’t say the same for myself… I mean, my best friend is more of a hero than me. She throws herself into danger without a second thought.”

Thinking about Momo gave him motivation. How many times had she saved him when he was too weak to stand on his own? How many times had she fought for him when he couldn’t fight for himself? A small fire stirred in his chest. Not this time, he thought, gripping his fists tighter. Once he mastered Turbo Granny’s powers, he’d be the one stepping in to protect her—for once, he’d be the one saving the day.

But what really struck him, what stayed with him long after her words faded, was the way Linkle admitted, just for a moment, that she had fears too. Fears about her family, her farm, her home. Maybe she’s not as fearless as she looks, he thought, feeling a strange sense of relief. She wasn’t invincible, after all. They were all human..he think. The difference was she didn’t let it stop her. When she looked at him again with that quiet strength, something shifted inside him. Maybe this wasn’t just a trap. Maybe this was his chance to make something out of this

His moment of thought shattered as a sudden loud bang split through the air. The sky above twisted into an unnatural lavender, the strange color spreading like ink in water. His heart leapt into his throat, his eyes widening in alarm. “W-what now?!” he stammered, instinctively stepping closer to Linkle. His panic rose again as his gaze darted between her and the swirling sky. How is she so calm? he wondered..

Before he could spiral further, a figure caught his attention—a boy with pink hair, standing just a few paces away. For a moment, Okarun’s heart skipped, thinking it was Jiji. But as the stranger turned, it was clear it wasn’t him. He hesitated, his anxiety giving way to confusion. “Umm… hello there,” he mumbled, raising a hand awkwardly in greeting. This just keeps getting weirder..what was next?
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Parsley glanced back at the party, to make sure they were following along the trail, down to where Basil stood, waiting for them. The skies were clear and bright, the grass green and expansive as the heavens above it, the balmy weather a good omen for the travels ahead.

"Took you long enough," the shorter mage sniffed once Parsley and the group reached the other side of the plains, his hands shoved into his pockets with a smirk on his face. "Nice bit of spellwork there, Parsley. Should make up for your blunder that brought all these schmucks here in the first place."

Parsley chuckled meekly, before he quickly changed the subject. "Right, well, shall we carry on? It would be best for us to find the Hellsgate Dungeon before nightfall." Basil nodded curtly before he turned back to the wide guardsman in front of the gate, who slowly opened it up for them, more or less gawking at the party the two wizards led as he did so.

"Tally ho, I suppose," Basil said crisply as he led the way inside Vespertine's walls, Parsley right on his heels.

Immediately, they were met with a symphony of colors, sights, and smells. The castle-town was much more populated and busy than the plains around it were. The village seemed to radiate a sense of life: Flowers and plants grew in front of the entrances of shops and homes, children played soccer as horses pulling wagons drifted by, their hooves clopping on the paved, main road, shopkeepers and merchants showcased their products from the windows of establishments and from the shade of tents.

And down the paved road, all the way down, Vespertine Castle could be seen, its appearance exactly like something you'd read of in a fairy tale, almost beckoning newcomers to say hello. It was breathtaking, yet Basil and Parsley, most likely more than used to the sights, didn't bat an eye.

"Well then, shall we find the Apothecary? Hopefully Fauna is actually here today, and not off doing who knows what," Basil said, his voice slightly louder than usual so he could be heard over the hustle and bustle.

Parsley shook his head, before pointing to the castle. "Some of our companions have requested that I take them to see Her Highness," he explained, his voice strained a bit as well.

The older wizard raised an eyebrow, and huffed, "Very well, then. Just don't dilly-dally. In case you weren't aware, if we don't hurry, there will be no Her Highness anymore."
 
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The three boys followed the group and met with Basil.
Zenitsu coudn't help but to stare toward Okarun,detecting a demonic sound coming from the boy. He breathes and went to see the boy.
"H...Hi there...My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma. I'm a Demon Slayer. I coudn't help but...well...how can I explain this...My sense of hearing is sharper then that of a normal human being. I can detect the specie,power and even emotions." Zenitsu said to Okarun before breathing again. " What I wanted to say is...I detected demonic sounds coming from you...here I said it. Please be a good demon like Nezuko and Don't kill me!!!" He sounded paranoid right now.

The three boys followed the wizards in a nice castle town. Both Prompto and Zenitsu looked around in awe while Bakugo didn't care.

Then they were offered two choices. Basil proposed that they would meet their friend Fauna at the Apothecary while Parsley reminded them that some wanted to meet with the princess.

"Sure,I would love to meet her highness!!" Zenitsu replied,blushing.
"Well...I would love to visit the village before we fight for our lives and take pictures!" Prompto suggested. "It's not everyday that you are Isekai'ed in a RPG world!"

"Hmph,I don't want to meet your princess! I want to blow that stupid king of yours! I want to go NOW!!!" Bakugo shouts,sounding like a spoilled brat,well,a spoilled brat who coudn't wait to visit the toy store.
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*as Jakka walked through the plains and vespertine, he just couldn’t admire every single bit of detai, it was all very different from his own world, nothing in andaron, hornheim, or timaet had something this beautiful*


”Wow… Man this place is awesome man”

*he heard bakugo ( SirPrompto15 SirPrompto15 ) shouting, annoyed he smacked the back of his head with his lance*

”how about you shut up and stop screaming like a damn spoiled brat? Nothing good comes from your excessive yelling”

*he turned to parsley*

”yeah i’ll also go with you to the castle, I want to see what the marketplace has, but I want to go see her highness, because isn‘t she the reason we’re all here in the first place?”
 
Trying to stop Dazai from going on one of his suicide attempts is pointless nothing anyone says will stop the brunette as Kunikida knows that much. As preparations are made to split the group, with Parsley leading one to meet the princess as proof whereas Basil is guiding another to the castle town to meet a woman named Fauna at her apothecary. When Zenitsu yells at them, to get them to stop Dazai from going one one of his double suicide with their princess, he almost opened his mouth to object stating his reasons for talking down Dazai is a useless endeavor. Apparently, he doesn’t need to talk as the blonde boy moves on, forgetting Dazai seemingly. At least he’s safe from his patented lectures, albeit stern, Kunikida will go on and on. His amber orbs affixed on Dazai, clinging to his thought that perhaps those suicide attempts are a front for something, maybe, who knows with Dazai. The brunette is like a Rubik’s cube to Kunikida, trying to solve the mystery of his partner is one of those pointless endeavors yet again. ​

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Adjusting his glasses, his steely eyes went to Akutagawa. His blood boils. Not liking the very idea of being on the same side as Ryuunosuke Akutagawa, his reputation in Yokohama set Kunikida’s anger off. His callous words served to get on the blonde’s already frayed nerves. With his encounters with the man clad in black overcoat, killing ruthlessly is like second nature to Akutagawa. Having one of the Port Mafia’s members in the same group. His cutting words directed at Atsushi, refusing to cooperate only pushed his venom towards the other. “ You..” His voice, dripping with poison. “ I don’t know what your problem is. I never liked you. I don’t like the very idea of you being in the same group as Dazai, Atsushi, and me. Given your reputation in Yokohama and you’re part of the port Mafia.” He walks over to the man, ready to attack him, charging up by his hatred and venom for the other. He looks ready to beat Akutagawa whichever comes first. He’s unsure of Dazai’s relationship with Akutagawa, only he used to mentor the other.​
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The raven haired man did not like to be yelled at by a kid younger than him, 15 or 16 years old unsure of Zenitsu’s proper age, not that it mattered to Akutagawa. He still doesn’t like getting shouted at by a cowardly wimp like that loser kid. He didn’t like hearing Dazai wanting to kill himself, taking note of the bandages the brunette accumulated. Though it’s pointless to step in, seemingly knowing of the other’s tendencies. Nothing Akutagawa will say will make Dazai stop as much as it appalled him to hear such words coming out of the brunette’s mouth, refusing to admit he doesn’t think of Dazai as his former mentor. He could go on and on how devastating it was to see Dazai leave the Port Mafia, the betrayal wounding him to this day. He didn’t look at the brunette as a mentor, neither his comrade, but his senpai. He sought to seek Dazai’s approval no matter the cost. ​

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“ I can’t take you seriously if—“ The kid moved away to join Parsley, seemingly forgetting his shouting lecture. Gritting his teeth, he stared at Zenitsu’s back. Is this the kind of person the herb brothers depend on to save their precious princess? Never mind the loud mouth kid going around threatening people, is this exactly the kind of people those morons expect to help? He finds it laughable and Akutagawa questions the brother’s intelligence. That Zenitsu kid seems like the type to run at the first sign of danger, only to be killed amidst battle. He looks and acts like an idiot.​
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That kid will be a problem. Akutagawa won’t shed a tear when and if the kid gets himself killed. Upon closer observation, the kid doesn’t look like he’s from modern day Japan, if his clothing is anything to go by. He’s from the taisho era, perhaps, still not giving a lasting good impression to the ravenette no matter Zenitsu running around using that katana. It’s the attitude in which the boy carried himself that annoyed Akutagawa. Who is this kid to spout lectures when he’s a cowardly moron? Like hell Akutagawa will ever take the kid seriously.​
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And, that other kid, whose first impression of him is that of a rabid dog. Those types usually don’t make good comrades, and will create problems out of nothing. Not that Akutagawa is a team player, he cooperated to get things progressing. Anything for his Dazai senpai. Killing the demon emperor isn’t the answer to Bakugo. The teen needs sedation and stat. Again is this the type of people those brothers need? Another point docked from their intelligence scores. Though Jakka delivered Bakugo’s much needed comeuppance, serving platitudes, calling him a spoiled brat. Nor is Akutagawa impressed by Zenitsu or Bakugo, simply idiots. ​

“ T’ch morons.” He stared at both bondes. Once again questioning Basil and Parsley’s IQ, doubtful he wants to help anymore if that’s the type of people they expect to save their princess. Though he only wants Dazai’s approval above all else no matter the cost. With Jinko really? Not keen on the idea. “Mmmm..?“ He’s quick to go on the defensive as Kunikida charges up to him. Just by the older blonde’s countenance, his venomous words. Kunikida willingly ready to go on the offensive and Akutagawa is close to using his rashomon. With his reputation amidst Yokohama, killing is second to him, right next to breathing oxygen naturally found on earth. He’s the Port Mafia’s hell hound, so it’s not surprising to hear the poison coming out of Kunikida’s mouth. The Port Mafia and the ADA may have allied themselves when the situation called for it, they’re still enemies to each other. Akutagawa’s calm and poised frame stiffened as he prepared to be attacked by Kunikida. He remembers quite clearly an encounter with the ADA agent, leaving him to react to Kunikida threatening aura defensively. ​

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Gintoki
instantly caught the guardsman's curious gaze. For a moment, he considered making unflattering expressions and gestures at the man such as sticking his tongue out, but he refrained from doing so. The last thing he wanted was getting thrown into a dungeon cell because some knight couldn't take a little joke. Sticking a finger inside his nostril, he followed the crew inside the gates, yet made sure to linger towards the back.

Interest gleamed in his bored eyes when he was greeted with a bustling scenery of shops and market, a stark contrast to Kabukicho's dirty, hectic streets where plenty of unsavory characters hung around. The only thing they shared in common were the cheerful children playing on the streets, a rather nostalgic sight. However, there was a single question burning in Gintoki's mind.

Were there any taverns or gambling dens around?

Though the latter were common in plenty of RPGs, this place looked far too wholesome to house such a place. If there happened to be one, it would surely be located in the seedy underbellies of the village. Taverns, on the other hand, were a staple for villages. An ideal haven for tired bachelors after a hard day of work! As much as he wanted to approach and ask Basil about it, he had a feeling the short wizard would give him an earful.

Dragging his filthy finger away from his nose, he wiped it on his yukata before swaggering over to the nearest person. "Hey, I was thinking...it'd be better if all split up and investigate on our own. I mean, we don't need to take an entire army visit some apothecary, right? This isn't a school field trip to a jellybean factory." He whispered as though he were telling his companion a little secret. "But you know where we should go? A tavern. Useful place to get information."



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Pyralis gazed around at the markets as he followed the mage Brothers. There were a lot more people than what he'd been used to as of late, considering most mortals were turned to stone back in his home universe.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt you two, but, will our currency work here? Hard to buy supplies if we have nothing to buy things with..." he eyed the market stall of a blacksmith nearby as he spoke, just itching to see what they had that he could use...

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Despite the lot going on, Dazai wasn't the clear cause of the situation right now. His partner might just about have a temper, but could also keep it cool for a while. Only special things could interfere with dear old Kunikida's meditation, so that's why Dazai was special. But also seeing such venom with those pupils made the brunette rethink about the situation about to happen. After all, having 'someone' useful get broken bones wasn't quite appealing, to both the blonde man and his apprentice. Dazai had his own plans with the younger one-formerly apprentice-anyway.

With another stretched out, dramatic sigh, Dazai spread his arms in the air as if to attract more attention than what already is. He should be preventing the one he works with from injuring another 'group mate' anyway, even if Dazai wasn't the angel and that that person in question was technically the enemy in their world. But this wasn't their verse, so a change of plans would be fine-right?

"Oh come on Kunikida, give him a break. I went easy on Atsushi because he was a newcomer, why not Akutagawa? After all, he seems to still be in training-and if not, he's still under the studies of a 'great mafioso'. (ugh) He'll grow to be able to fight you, but not yet, and if that kiddo named Parsley finds out about this we'll be restricted from traveling together. Now that would be awful, wouldn't it?"

Dazai teased, not quite sure if this would help or not. Though, the bandaged man was sure he wouldn't be able to handle any more blows. Ah-speaking of bandages...Dazai changed them daily. But daily wouldn't be happening here often since who'd be carrying rolls of bandages around. Hopefully Basil would bring them along, yet that too was a problem because those loads would be used for wounds and not aesthetically pleasing accessories. And he for one didn't wear them for accessories but to hide something not many-or none at all knew about.

On his way persuading Kunikida, Atsushi was frequently glancing back to just join Parsley's group himself, and even the 'egg yolk fried haired' boy seemed to have vanished to go elsewere.










 
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When Kuruna emitted the faint green light its healing energies helped in many ways than once, easing her tears and anxiety. Winry supposed everything Parsey showed through his magic still shook her, yet she felt the need to be stronger. “ Yes, yes it did help. I feel better.” She smiled kindly at the horned girl. “ You’re from a desert community, we’re both from small villages. I grew up in Resembool, it’s known for its sheep farms.” She wipes the last of her tears away, noticing the confusion etched on the woman’s when she went onto explain auto mail. ​

“ Auto mail is a metal prosthetic limb surgically fused with the body’s nerves. I was on my way to meet up with my friend to fix his auto mail.” Winry gestured to her toolbox, an edge creeping to her voice as Edward once again did something reckless breaking her auto mail she spent hours on, and all her hard work down the drain. Thinking of her Edward, the Edward she just met would probably need fine tuning on his. And going to the marketplace to stock up the necessary materials pushed her a few steps ahead though she’s not happy with the idea of all her work being ruined. Nothing she does or says will probably get through to Ed. She sighs, clutching her tool box. “ It’s a shame we don’t get to talk more, maybe later? It’s nice to meet you.. well see you later.” She ran off to join Basil’s group. ​

She suspects Edward and her will have a heart to heart later anyway. As Basil led the group the sights of the black smiths toiling away at their forges, the sound of the water hissing as soft metal hit the water is like music to her ears. Winry is unable to hide her excitement at the sight of the forges, the shopkeepers having their wares spread out, or the different types of weapons and armor on display. She looked starstruck as somehow the prosthetics caught her eyes, squealing and holding her cheeks, sighing. She turned her direction to Pyralis as he brought up a good question. “ Uhm, I need money for my auto mail prosthetic. The materials aren’t cheap, never mind the hours and time it takes to make a limb from scratch.” Winry wanted to be sure she had everything not wanting that incident happening to Edward again. Neither will forgive herself if she made a similar mistake to the Edward she just briefly met.​
 
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The girl with elf ears approaching him made Kohaku pause. She reminded him of...Another idol. It wasn't hard to imagine her wearing a cute sailor outfit and rabbit ears, and he found himself wondering if she liked bread. Maybe he was just letting his imagination get to him this time.

"I- uh...Scaredypants? No, not really, why aren't ya freakin' out a bit more about just being...*summoned?* This ain't somethin' that just happens in Japan..." Kohaku replied, the girl's cheerful disposition effectively distracting him from his panic over being in a whole different world and the threat of demons. The name 'Linkle' didn't sound Japanese, but that hardly even registered in his mind.

This girl was cute, disarmingly so- Enough to get even a trained assassin like him to drop his guard and let her spin him in a circles with her, his feet easily keeping up with her pace despite having been taken by surprise. Regardless of this girl's combat abilities, this girl was more charming than some of the idols he knew. That was dangerous, he couldn't let her sunny disposition and cute smile get to him.

"...I doubt mah agency woulda hired me if I wasn't pretty..." Kohaku replied, deciding against saying that he was actually more than capable of defending himself. He didn't need to correct her on that, even if he wanted to say that she didn't look much more capable of defending herself.

He allowed himself to be pulled along by Linkle, a blush forming on her face at how casual she was about holding his hand. They'd just met, and she was already acting like they were friends.

...Maybe he didn't actually mind. Even if her words contained careless insults, he didn't actually see any ill intention in what she said.

"...It's Oukawa Kohaku, not pink guy, Linkle-han..." He finally managed to introduce himself. This guy with glasses was...Okarun? He didn't thing he'd heard a name like that before, how was it spelled? With the same kanji as Kohaku's family name, maybe? "Kohaku's fine, our names sounds kinda similar."

He wanted to suggest he just stay behind and wait for everyone to come back from their demon slaying trip. He didn't want to meet actual demons or ghosts or ghouls- But he wasn't getting a choice here, was he? Linkle was still holding his hand, and something told him she wasn't taking him pulling his hand away as an answer.

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The sight of the castle-town was something Kohaku had only ever seen in manga. It wasn't like the cramped life full of skyscrapers and electronic billboards he was used to seeing in Japan. The sky was so clear when he looked at it overhead, not obscured by buildings or air polution. Blacksmiths, carriages pulled by actual horses, so many things he'd never dreamed he'd see outside of a Renaissance festival. It was all so entrancing, yet he felt a thought creeping up in the back of his mind.

He probably wouldn't have cellphone signal.

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It was hard to miss how red Edward's face had gotten over her little mishap. Such an expression was enough to make her own cheeks turn pink. This was somehow worse than it had been with Will. The worst that happened was the need to explain why she had been hesitant, but this time... oh it was horrible. If anything Eupha wanted to quick find a place to hide away and die from embarrass in peace, but she didn't have such a choice. She had to face it head on whether she wanted to or not. Luckily, her own question averted any more awkwardness to spread, though it did little to ease her own inner troubles.

Taking in his response, she slowly nodded her head. In a way, she could understand his reasoning. It always would help to know exactly who one was working for to understand the full picture. It was something she had hoped for in order to understand Will's own plan back home. While she didn't plan to stop him, she did want to know what kind of person Louis was to make sense of why they sought to kill him, especially since she couldn't meet the prince. Things here were no different, though she was given to chance to meet the princess. Admittedly, she was curious what her state was compared to the prince back home. Would it be similar? Doubtful given she seemed to still be running things. Still, it could give her ideas to eventually bring back home with her.

"Ah, that does make sense," she finally spoke, realizing she needed to answer his question. Was she positive on her own path forward? Honestly, no, yet she didn't have the choice to falter. It was either or, no ifs, ands or buts about it. Not that it was an issue. She simply didn't want to make a rash decision. "I think I will be going to see the princess as well. I'm curious of her state given it reminds me of the state of the prince my friends back home follow. Perhaps that is an odd reason, but I feel that it could serve as motivation for myself, and mayhaps allow me some insight on why my friends feel so oddly motivated to help a cursed one."

Admittedly, Eupha knew she didn't need such motivate. She was more than willing to offer her aid in this scenario. It was the right thing to do after all, and if she didn't do it, then who would? That was how she looked at it at least. Perhaps that was a naive way to approach it, but who could blame her. She was impressionable.

Before she could carry on, there was a sudden shift in the air between her and Ed. He seemed panicked out of nowhere, and it alarmed her immensely. Taking a step back, she took in his description and briefly looked around. No one matching it seemed to be in the direct vicinity, nor did she recall seeing a girl who fit it either. She hadn't been paying the others much mind, though maybe she should have. These were the people she was expected to work with, yet she hadn't looked most of them over. It was a lot to take in, and even more so for someone who wasn't used to people outside the other islanders. No one had been a stranger there, but here, everyone was one whether she liked it or not.

She couldn't even part her lips to speak as Ed seemed to find his own answer. Eupha's eyes quietly followed his gaze and landed upon Winry for a moment. Even from where she stood she could tell she had been crying and her companion's own muttering confirmed he thought the same. She didn't dare ask questions though. It didn't seem like her place to, nor did she want to come off as disrespectful in some regard. Instead, she stood awkwardly and pursed her lips in a pensive manner. She felt so helpless. What could she even do in this moment? Nothing. There was no comfort she could offer that would help, and it wasn't as if she knew the connection between the two.

An apology slipped from the lips of her current company, and Eupha couldn't stop a faint frown from crossing her lips. He needn't apologize for such things. He was free to express his feelings as he pleased, and not to feel ashamed of it. Giving her head a small shake, she dismissed the apology.

"You don't need to apologize. We all have our moments of weakness. I won't pretend to understand what you might be feeling in regards to that girl, but I am not bothered by you letting out such emotions," she assured him as a soft smile returned to her lips. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before flickering away as she noticed the group beginning to move forward towards the gates of the Castle Town. "We ought to catch up before we get lost."

Stepping past him, she glanced back at him briefly before she moved forward. The last thing she wanted was to get behind. She couldn't imagine how things might turn out if she had to find her way around with no guidance from the wizards.

As the gates opened to allow them passage, Eupha couldn't help but feel amazed. Pleasant aromas wafted through the air and an array of vibrant flowers lined not only the streets, but the houses as well. It was much different from what she had expected though her awe was cut short as horse drawn wagons passed them by. She'd never seen such a beast before, though she had heard people of the mainland used something similar to cart around goods and people. To see one up close was rather fascinating. However, her attention was yet again pulled away as her eyes settled upon the children nearby. They seemed to be playing some game. It wasn't one she was familiar with though, yet happiness seemed to radiate off them as they carelessly continued on. It was a stark difference to how the people back home were. Perhaps the issues didn't loom over the populace here. Either that or they chose to be ignorant. She didn't know which would be better.

"Odd... the people live so peaceful despite everything," she murmured as she brought her hand up to hold her chin in thought. "It makes it hard to believe that something is going on."

Eupha didn't mean to cast her own doubts, but how could she not? Despite her inexperience and nativity, she was the impressionable type. Sights like this were quick to give her a different view, though she wouldn't jump to conclusions. The story itself had left an impression on her and that alone was enough to keep her curious.
 

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    Lucius felt slightly frustrated by the group's sheer size, even though people had to raise their voices to be heard among the large group. As the group began to split, Lucius watched them divide into their own little "groups." He shook his head and gritted his teeth.

    Along there were a few men who were some sort of Japanese mafia members who were arguing with a Demon slayer and the explosive hero, Bakago. Stopping their fight seemed useless.

    A wry smile crept across Lucius's face as he recalled Bakugo's dismissive term, "extras." He couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. Here they were, a group of individuals, each with their unique skills and motivations, thrown together by fate. Yet, in the eyes of some, they were mere background characters, insignificant pawns in a grander game.

    He simply gritted his teeth, ignoring Bakugo for now as he meant to walk the castle town looking for supplies, but here, what supplies could this place offer him? Plus did Basil even provide them extra money? Dinai was his form of currency.

    That left in question the red agent Carmen and the other wildcard, Joker. What were their intentions?

    He only knew that Joker intended on going off himself to fight the big bad demon. He had guts but was it going to solve anything?

    Should he trust anyone but himself here? Who truely aligned with his own values and goals?

    He took a breath and hoped Basil found his friend in time. Something else was on his mind as well. Once the apothecary was found, would they get to shop for supplies?
    Then something odd happened, another man left behind the group appear noticing Lucius. This made him look back and notice this man who now asked him a question in a different language.

    Lucius asked in Latin , "A question? Like what?"


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    1) Carmen
    2) Lucius
    3) Gorgo
    4) Pyralis
    5) Gintoki
    6) Winry
    7) Shirabe
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It looked like he liked her drawing! She didn't have the slightest clue if he understood what she was trying to communicate, but that could wait until later. It was the best she could manage for now.

Germanen? Enlish? Norður? Frankish? Based on the repetition of the same suffish, she could make a guess that he was giving a list of similar things, and based on the context of the context they were probably languages he spoke...Damn, four languages, Tao probably would've loved this guy. But Tao was back home, and she was supposed to be adventuring with these guys.

"Kuren." The official language of her world, totally not made up on the spot by the person typing this. Think like Tao, think like Tao, what would he have suggested in a time where she needed to communicate with somebody that had a language barrier?

"Eip. (I)" She pointed at herself, then at the tall man. "Yia. (You)"

Starting with the two basic pronouns seemed like a good place. If he knew multiple languages, he'd probably catch on quickly, right? It was as good a place as any for her to start, she guessed.

...Where's that tall white haired boy go?

"Eip sepa Ryza. (I am Ryza)" She gestured toward herself again, to indicate she was introducing herself. She extended her hand for a handshake[Yia sepa? (You are?)" Right, this she could manage this until she could get one of those vegetables to help this guy.

She ushered for him to follow Turnip Boy into the city. She didn't care about seeing the Princess, but she'd definitely need some alchemy ingredients, so she guessed she'd be going with the group that was shopping...Maybe there'd be a language potion in town?

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Stenir witnessed the young boy perk up when he heard the word 'English', it was a fair assessment to say the boy may speak it. As the Norseman tapped his fist just below the throat and cleared it, he went to speak to the boy only to watch him turn and leave down the road past the Cabin along with a group of individuals, the likes of which was hard to make out from their ever-growing distance.

As the boy trailed off, he got to see the rest of his attire, a light shade of blue trousers and the strangest soft sole shoes he had ever seen, perhaps made a fur-like material but most fur material came with some sturdy qualities of which these shoes lacked. Distracted for the moment, he heard the young girl speak to him in another perplexing language. It had the hallmarks of Latin in tone and formality, but the words spoken felt jumbled, as if he were dazed. A strange mix of eloquent and simplistic, but as soon as she pointed her hand to herself Stenir's eyes seemed to flicker, and his brows furrowed in fascination.

"Eipa" her small hand resting upon herself, as she turned her finger towards Stenir and uttered "Yia". Stenir wasn't a genius by any sorts, but he could figure out she was referring to 'Me' and 'You'. "Eipa sepa Ryza", she gestured again to herself, Stenir's mind fit the puzzle pieces together a jolt of energy or excitement perhaps that he could understand her very basics. "Yia sepa?", she asked the norse giant. Attempting to mimic her language, his brutish Norse accent could at the very least pronounce 'EE' and 'pah' sounding vowels.

Putting his hands upon his leather carapace chest, Stenir answered "Eipa sepa Stenir", he then answered in another language, "I am Stenir" attempting to relax his rolls so his name was easier to pronounce to Ryza. A smile was shared between the two, a silent acknowledgement that whatever barrier stood in the way of communication had at the very least lost a brick in their efforts of understanding.

As Stenir handed back her paper, she motioned for him to follow her down the dirt path through these bright and lively woods, that the rest of the group had made their way through. A trivial matter for a man who has traveled the known world by dirt, brick, wood, and stone. He stood from his kneeling position, donning his helmeted facade once more before making pace with the exuberant Ryza, it did not take long for them to beset a grand scene.

They stood before defenses of great masonry, each carved masterfully, a faded white wall of flat stones with few rough patches playing home to the moss and waves of dirt that gave this wall it's age, like the rings of a felled oak that has seen countless sunrise. Stenir was no stranger to battlements or walled cities, but this was a level of craftsmanship that he had only heard of. Like the Romans of old who built grandiose walls to stave off invasion, they captured a sort of majesty that had taken the Norseman's gaze as a fire in the night could hold one's eyes hostage.

Coming to his senses, Stenir made back his pace with the rest of this patchwork group of vagabonds catching up to the young boy and Ryza. He strolled through the stone laden streets of this mighty Castle town, sturdy buildings of wood and stone, with external bracing holding not only the building's upper floors but also a level of appealing appearance. He could only marvel at the construction, he was no stranger to carpentry or masonry himself, but these jobs looked too fine a deal for him to handle.

As they continued down these well refined roads, he noticed they were making way into an ever-thickening crowd of people. Pedestrians and peasants lining the streets like grass in an open field, bartering and buying goods, gossiping of the latest affairs, displaying services and goods out in marketed stands. And yet through all this congestion of people, the scent of it all was alluring, not normally the fecal, sweat, and rot that he was used to with allot of the European style settlements he had experienced, it was a welcome change for once.

As Stenir marveled through the cleanliness, construction and civility of this marketplace, he made sure to keep up with the Ryza. He knew despite the looks of this place, that there may be some nefarious characters in the billowing crowds of pedestrians, he tried to play more of a 'guardian' role to her as they made their way to the main group. Soon reuniting with the young blonde boy and these new cast of characters.
 
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Once more Edward found himself appreciative for Eupha’s total lack of judgment regarding the whole ongoing situation. It was one thing trying to figure out what to do or what’d happen to cause Winry to cry and glare like that, the last thing Edward would have needed is to have to even try to explain, well, everything to a stranger. He’ll, he didn’t even know where to begin. So, Edward was thankful, how couldn’t he be?

Flashing a small smile of relief, he’d just been about to thank Eupha when the girl noticed the group beginning to depart, and with her paving the way, the two blondes swiftly joined up with the others led by Parsley and Basil up front.

The serenity of the forest melted away with the scenery, the calm greens of grassy plains and grand trees turning to brick, cobblestone and gravel roads, the chirps of wildlife becoming the relaxed chatter of towns folk and travelers. It wouldn’t be long before they’d be face to face with the town’s entrance. After a flash of surprise towards the party’s size, the guards stationed out front opened the gates and ushered them inside.

The sight which greeted them on the other side was the final nail in the coffin.
Being told you traveled to another world while standing within a forest and cabin you could find just about anywhere was one thing, but the picturesque town which greeted them on the other side was finally full visual proof of it. It was a sight unlike anything in Amestris, Germany, nor even his time in Transylvania. It was pulled straight from a children’s storybook, bright saturated buildings and paths painted with proud strokes of color. There wasn’t a car in sight, only the sort of horse drawn wagons you’d find out in the boonies or as a novelty ride in towns. And then there was the crème de la creme, a castle which stood tall above the humble cityscape, its spires and towers reaching towards the heavens as a proud proclamation of its grandiosity.

It was truly as if Edward had left the modern world and been thrown into a rose tinted view of medieval times. Except this wasn’t a fantasy novel, a children’s fairytale, or anything like. This was going to be Edward’s reality for as long as he stayed here. And so, despite the bout of awe that came from such a picturesque scene, Edward found himself unable to be truly immersed in its beauty.

As the party took their time to take in the sights, Edward heard Eupha murmur to herself regarding just how…pleasant everything was. After all, for all that Parsley had warned of the approaching danger that was the Demon Emperor and the nation’s leader falling to illness, this probably wasn’t the sort of scene most people might visualize on first instinct. A reasonable observation for sure, but Edward didn’t find it completely outside the realm of possibility.

“This place’s government could be trying to keep things under wraps. If everything those guys were saying was true, I wouldn’t be surprised if the people in charge would want to be pretty tight lipped about it to prevent a mass panic or something.”

Edward shrugged with those last words, his eyes falling towards the children playing on the streets, “But I get what you're saying. Everything definitely looks a little too peaceful to just take it for all granted”

Even during his youth in Resembool, when his entire world was nothing but grassy fields and blue skies, there was still the looming tension that came with what was going on in Ishbal. At that age he might not have even recognized it for what it was, but it was still present all the same, a reminder of all the horrors happening just a bit further east from his home.

In that case, maybe with some investigation they’d be able to figure out if it was the same here or if something entirely else was going on beneath the scenes.

It was moments like these that reminded him of how convenient traveling with Alphonse had been. If he were there then they could have split their investigation, Ed scoping out the people in charge while Al conversed with the townsfolk to get their perspective. Then they’d get together, share all they’d manage to learn, and then fix everything with a flash of alchemy and a cocky smile.

But now he’d be doing this alone once more, and it wasn’t like Ed could be at two places at once. The others would be out exploring while he’d be cooped inside, hopefully doing all the research he can. Hopefully the group with Basil might be able to find something in his place.

Right, outside of Eupha and Winry, he really hadn’t been paying much attention to the others, had he? Edward gave a quick scan of the two groups as they began to separate, primarily focused on who’d also be joining him to see the princess. With everyone being…well, as unique as they were, it ironically enough caused the collective to feel like one big colorful blob of people. Still, he did notice one person joining them. The horned girl who’d consoled Winry earlier, she apparently was interested in seeing the princess as well. Maybe she had a better idea of what happened. Perhaps he should try and ask her about that later.
Interactions: Ploegy Ploegy (Eupha)
Mentioned: Necromantic Necromantic (Kuruna)
Location: Parsley’s Group (Heading to the Castle)
 
Dramatics aside, Kunikida gives Dazai a quizzical look not liking the idea of Akutagawa in the same group as them, small as it is, breathing the same air as them. Dazai has a point though. He looked from Akutagawa’s countenance to Dazai’s visage that he could go without his partner’s antics by drawing unnecessary attention to them. It’s not Dazai without exuding his chaotic energy it’s something Kunikida oddly used to yet the teasing made him bristle. He winds down instead stepping to rejoin Dazai, knuckles purple from beating up the brunette earlier. As Dazai tried reasoning with him, the blonde man’s anger melted away, knitting his eyebrows. ​
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Causing needless trouble will backfire on them as Dazai pointed out and the herb brothers might not be keen on letting them continue together. He stared at Dazai unblinking, the cogs in his brain turning. There’s no way Dazai doesn’t have plans for Akutagawa as he’s known to be a prodigy. There’s other motives behind Dazai talking him down from attacking Akutagawa, not as obvious as getting on the herb brothers shit list. “ What are you playing at, you have plans for him, knowing you, Dazai, there’s something up your sleeve.” He narrowed his eyes at his partner, undoubtedly Dazai vouching for Akutagawa has some kind of ulterior motive, who knows with Dazai. He noticed Akutagawa had stepped away. ​
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Something stirred in Akutagawa’s cold, gray eyes. Dazai stopped his partner from attacking and his countenance remained placid; his muscles weren't tense. So, no point in using his rashomon defensively. He stepped away but no to far taking in the sights that looked straight out of a fairy tale book. He’s used to seeing skyscrapers in the distance from the underbelly of the slums and his time as the port mafia. Seeing a medieval setting is odd and Akutagawa quit looking around expecting he’ll be forced to be around the weretiger more than he likes. Not exactly something he’s keen on.​
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“ Being in a group with you is not my idea of a good time either, jinko.” He gripes at the other, it’s not like he’s happy with breathing the same air as the other. He could see the 18 year old isn’t wanting this either. Akutagawa wore his soured expression plain though Dazai did stop Kunikida from breaking his bones. Pairing up with the weretiger hardly seems ideal to him. His words cut so his cold, hardened countenance reserved for the younger male. ​
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A voice told Ryuunosuke that his former mentor has plans as to what they are, puts him on edge. He suspected it might have something to do with the other, who knows with the brunette. Akutagawa’s steps are strong, purposeful, yet kept in line with Dazai's vision though irritated. ​
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Atsushi dragged a hand down his face, deciding it was best for him to just leave the older people and instead to blend in with much more NORMAL people. The white haired boy followed behind both the boy wizards, the astonishing lights were one he hadn't seen before-neither in dreams he really had. He supposed he was a bit lucky to actually see such bright things after all he went through.

There were some children scattered, everything more like a farmstead in olden days. The air felt thick to Atsushi, yet it wasn't bad at all. It wasn't too densely populated, but more then ever on the streets of Yokohama. But maybe that was because he kept himself more inside the one ad only detective agency in the city-not really.

The peaks of the-what looked like-castle arose just from a distance, and he could hear the two brothers mutter a bit about how the group would be divided. He heard the sigh of Dazai, meaning he had come with after the dispute with Akutagawa and Kunikida. In all seriousness, there could've been people taken to this world rather then him. He isn't properly trained no matter the encouragement from his partner-and all the fantasy looks around here could only symbolize the same with any enemies that exist. Dazai spoke to him too-again back to serious calm.

"You are enjoying the sights I see? It is quite the scenery but I assume things won't be as pretty in the future. If I don't say it myself, no one would bring it up. And everyone who knows me should also know my theories are always correct-isn't that right Kunikida?"

His mentor called back behind him, before mumbling a few distant words Atsushi couldn't hear. The white haired boy tilted his head, wondering what exactly Dazai had in mind. Or, well, the theory he had.

Hopefully Dazai isn't keeping anything from the group-or, er, useful to Kunikida and I. I can't say much to Akutagawa since he doesn't need to know anything much but...I guess Dazai always kept to himself. To prove that, he acted as if he wasn't in the mafia and only mentioned it when that title was on the very line. Being so secretive is never good.

Kaiju Cat Kaiju Cat & Shroomie Shroomie

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As the trio walked, Linkle with a pep in her step, the Hylian was all smiles as they approached the castle gates, practically giddy with excitement at the prospect of getting to see inside Vespertine's castle-town and even get to meet the princess herself. She was having a ball in this predicament, that was for sure. "Sorry, Kohaku. I like your name too, you both have such fun names to say!" she chirped, her eyes twinkling as she caught sight of the blush on the idol's face, but she didn't make a comment on it.

She murmured 'Okarun' and 'Kohaku' under her breath. The people that she knew- Link. Zelda. Impa. None of them had names such as theirs. The uniqueness of everyone in the party, not just the two boys she had taken under her wing, astounded her. She definitely planned to make acquaintances with them all.

But that would have to wait, of course, as they caught up to Basil, who haughtily led them inside the gates. She looked up at the imposing guard who let them in, her smile wavering as he stared at them as if they were some bizarre creatures. What was his problem? Surely there was nothing out of the ordinary-- oh, wait.

As soon as they set foot inside the gates, the heroine let out an audible gasp. Although she too was from a medieval-type world, it wasn't anything quite like this. The vibrancy and merry atmosphere of it all made her gaze around in wonder, her mouth slightly agape in awe.

When she caught sight of the group of children running around and playing together, Linkle let go of Okarun and Kohaku's hands and wandered over to say hello. "Hi there," she said with a small wave.

The children paused what they were doing, and stared up at her. One of them murmured something to the others, and their gazes shifted from surprise and curiosity, to...something else. Something...crueler. "You ain't one of those heaven-bloods, are ya?" one of them asked snidely.

"Uhm...." the Hylian had wanted to say something, like 'what are you playing?' or 'can I try for a second?', but those words died on her tongue. Instead, she felt as though she was half her age again, being made fun of by the other village kids because she carried around a poorly-crafted wooden sword and wore a raggedy old green hat that looked only vaguely like the Hero of Legend's. Apparently, something about her warranted mockery, something to do with 'heaven-bloods'. Whatever the case, she was ready to back out of the situation immediately.

An embarrassed flush rose up her neck and face, and she stammered, "No, I....uh...sorry, I...I'll just go."

She turned around and quickly shuffled away, pulling her hood over her head again as the group of kids continued their game. She glanced over at the two wizards, focused on their conversation, too much so to see the side-eyes thrown their way, glancing at the mages' ears.

Did everyone in this town have a vendetta against pointed ears or what? Linkle tucked that thought away for later. At that moment, the only thing that mattered to her was getting to meet Princess Andromeda.

Quickly locating the two boys she had arrived with, she hurried over to them, her flush having ebbed away. "I'm going with Parsley," she declared. "And where are you two headed off to?"

Tags: Acethekidd Acethekidd (Okarun), Necromantic Necromantic (Kohaku)
Location: Vespertine Castle-Town
 
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