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

[Shroomie]

Parsley motioned for everyone who wanted to join him to follow along as he began leading the way towards Vespertine Castle. He looked up at the giant castle, and mumbled, "Let's make this quick then, we don't want to keep Basil waiting...."

As the group strolled down the road, the mage began adjusting himself- smoothing down his fluffy hair, tucking his shirt into his slacks, making sure his tie was on straight...one could easily see that he wanted to look as good as he possibly could for this small detour.

Once the party got closer to the castle gates, Parsley stopped in his tracks, and turned around to face everyone. "Alright...now, as you all are well aware, Her Highness is the leader of our fine nation, and as such, I beg of you to all act decently inside the castle. Please, the last thing we need right now is for someone to get in trouble. And as for Her Highness, she deserves the utmost respect. Not only for what she has done for Vespertine, but also because of what she is currently going through. Nobody has seen her face in weeks, so I assume her condition is deteriorating. So for Pete's sake, do try to hold your tongues."

With those words of warning, the apprentice led the small crowd the rest of the way to the castle gates, and they were met with another burly, stern-looking guard, who gazed down at Parsley for a second, before he...chortled?

"Ah, young Parsley! I see you've already departed from your humble abode with your comrades. Are you here to visit the princess?" said the soldier in a booming voice. Parsley nodded, a relieved smile appearing on his face. It was the guard who had came to the cabin earlier to give the wizards their orders to depart!

"Yes indeed, sir." The wizard motioned to the group he chaperoned. "They unfortunately don't know who Her Highness is, and so I brought them here to meet her face-to-face."

"Ahhh, I see!" the soldier bent down slightly, stroking his rather thick mustache as he gazed at every individual there. "Well then, let me take you inside, will you? It's better off that way: Sir Humphrey has been shooing away every visitor who tries to speak with the princess up close."

"We'd appreciate it," Parsley assured.

"Very well! In we go," boomed the guard as he opened up the castle gates, motioning for the group to enter into the front courtyard. Inside was lush greenery, the plants somehow even more vivid than the ones in the castle-town, shrubs and topiaries framing the paths and small fountain in front of the castle doors, completing the lovely scene. However, there was no time to dawdle, as the guard ushered the group past the fountain towards the castle doors, where two guards stood proudly, their silver armor shining as they stepped aside, pulling open the doors as soon as they saw their superior coming their way.

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Basil folded his arms, taking a gander at who had stuck behind. It was clear he wasn't happy about having to take up the responsibility of babysitting the people who didn't want to go with Parsley.

Scratching his stubble, he stepped out of the way of pedestrians and horses, reached into his robes and pulled out a very (and I mean VERY) tiny, tattered satchel. He held it out in his palm, and fished out his wand from his pocket, before he pointed it to the satchel. "Amplifico."

Sparks began to flare around the satchel, as it began to grow in his palm. Basil tossed it onto the ground in front of him, and as soon as it hit the ground, the satchel grew to the size of a trash bag, but as soon as the wizard reached out to open it up, it was revealed that what was inside was far from trash- it was a giant sack full of glimmering, bronze doubloons!

"These are called Eurums. They are Vespertine's currency." he explained gruffly, holding up a doubloon. On its face was the fair profile of a queen. "I'm off to find Fauna and get the information I need. Follow me or don't, I don't care, just collect things we might need for our journey if you choose not to, and please, don't somehow get arrested or die the moment you're left to your own devices..."

The sorcerer reached into the bag, shoved a fistful of Eurums into his pocket, and began walking down the road with a swish of his velvet robes, leaving the group to decide if they would follow him or spend the sack of Eurums on whatever they might decide is useful.

 

[Shroomie]

Carmen Sandiego
Where in the world is she?

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As Ren scoffed, Carmen raised an eyebrow. Listening to what he had to say, she clucked her tongue and remarked, “You have a mouth on you, don’t you?”

But she wasn’t complaining. On the contrary, actually. She was a bit of a smart-aleck (she used to run rings around Agent Devineaux with her sharp tongue and constantly got on his nerves because of it), so the way the trickster answered her with a quick and clever reply interested her. She was used to banter and it often was a stress reliever for her.

And his words resonated with her in a way. She wasn’t one to hide herself that much, which is why she had been known and wanted in Interpol, V.I.L.E, and ACME alike. There was the one time she had to disguise herself as the Duchess, but aside from that, there was never a time where she hadn’t openly flaunted her crimes in some way.

“A bad person? Oh, clearly, without a doubt. I mean, a criminal such as yourself is obviously up to no good, especially in a place like this,” she said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Still, a smile appeared on her crimson lips as Joker playfully bowed in front of her, having taken off his mask to reveal his ordinary yet charming face. “Joker, huh? Not the worst codename I’ve ever heard,” she offered, “You can call me Carmen.”

She swept off her fedora and reciprocated his bow, before standing upright once more and perching her hat back onto her head. Yes, it wasn’t technically her codename, but the name Black Sheep was dead to her now. She went by the alias Carmen Sandiego, and Carmen Sandiego alone.

Besides, Black Sheep sounded dreadfully edgy for her now.

Taking a moment to look around, she saw that the group was departing for the castle-town of Vespertine. The red rogue gestured for her fellow thief to follow with a nod towards Parsley, and she fell into stride with the rest of the party.

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Once they caught up to Basil, she listened politely to what was being said. She chuckled at how Basil teased his brother, and as they were let inside the castle-town, a look of awe appeared on the criminal’s face.

This place was unlike anywhere she had ever been before. The sheer volume of life that this town contained, it astounded her. She simply stood there and gawked at everything with a child-like wonder that looked strange on such a mature figure like her. “Incredible...” she breathed. She could already hear the way Zack would have been frothing at the mouth to taste the delicacies on display, or the way Ivy would have geeked out over seeing a real-life princess, or the way Player would have tried to learn as much as possible about this new place…

But they weren’t here right now.

Carmen’s face fell, and she resumed her composed state. This saddening thought was more than enough to sober her back into reality, and she sighed, focusing back into the here and now. She honed into Parsley and Basil’s conversation, and they were discussing about going their separate ways, as to kill two birds with one stone now that they were here.

The thief decided that she ought to stay put with Basil for now, as he was the one who would go to gather intel, something that piqued her interest much more than Princess Andromeda. As about half of the party split off and followed Parsley, the lady in red turned to Basil, about to ask if there was anything they could do to help him, when the wizard pulled out a teeny satchel. Carmen stared at it for a second, nonplussed. What was this? It looked even smaller than a wallet.

But then, he had pulled out his wand, and uttered an incantation. ‘Amplifico’.
In a second, sparks began to fly, and the tiny satchel had turned into an enormous sack- full of doubloons!

The crimson lady’s eyebrows raised in surprise. She had seen golden doubloons before, and even had to track one down in Ecuador when a fish had swallowed it. But bronze doubloons? Unusual.

Carm looked up from the doubloons and listened to Basil’s brief explanation as to what they could do. He didn’t seem all too happy about them being there with them, and perhaps they were a hindrance in a way. Still, the outlaw inched closer to the doubloons, her fingers itching to take one and inspect it (which she did), that is, until the wizard began walking away.

Making up her mind quickly, she pocketed the doubloon she held before hurrying to catch up with Basil. In her mind, this Fauna character and the knowledge she possibly held was much more valuable than Eurums.

Tags: Ploegy (Joker)
Location: Vespertine Castle-Town (Following Basil)

 

[SirPrompto15]

Zenitsu Agatsuma
Shroomie
Zenitsu quickly followed Parsley and anyone else that went with him.
Parsley asked them all to act decently inside the castle and that her highness deserved respect. Zenitsu never met any royalty in his life. The closest to noblety was the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps,Kagaya Ubuyashi and his wife,though he was a kind and tolerant man.
"Well...I'll be respectful and decent!" Zenitsu said. "I respect women,not just those of royal blood!" the young demon slayer said.
Months ago,he would have begged any women he met to marry him. Ever since he met Nezuko,he became more respectful toward women.
He was nervous though. He still followed the group through the castle.
A soldier who was speaking to Parsley volunteered to take them inside,mentioning that a certain Sir Humphey has been shooing them away.
"Why have he shooed any visitors away from the princess?" Zenitsu asked.
He hoped asking this woudn't get hin in trouble.

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Kunikida nods with little delay. “ Yeah, your theories are always correct.” He’s unable to resist giving Dazai one of his quizzical looks. The brunette has an idea or is hiding something from him. He pursed his lips, trying to figure out which of them is true. Either Dazai has an idea or truly is hiding something. He hung back making a mental note of the castle it looks straight from a medieval European castle. Vespertine is probably set in the 1400s, or the 1600s is Kunikida it’s certainly interesting to see a castle that’s not in ruins or in history books and a glimpse from museums the same thing could be said about feudal era Japan too. He heard Parsley imploring them to mind their matters in the presence of their ruler. “ Dazai, what are you thinking ?” He supposed his partner is a husk of secrets, Kunikida knows Dazai is keeping something from Atsushi and him. “ Care to enlighten us?” ​

He had his mind on a lot of things and hearing Dazai bringing up the tranquility is a good point. Though what his partner is thinking makes him a closed book as the brunette puts up impregnable walls surrounding his mind. He sighs expecting Dazai to shrug him off or give vague answers. Truly Kunikida wants to hear the theories out of Dazai’s mouth; he's right on the button in saying his theories are rarely wrong, they’re aren’t wrong. It’s scary how right Dazai is though Kunikida never really said much except trusting Dazai knows what to do or say in a situation. He’s like a human in a chess game undoubtedly. ​

CHUUYAS_HAT

 

[mimitchi]

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GINTOKI SAKATA

Vespertine Castle Town

Komaeda

@Keengoat

Gintoki's

attempts at finding a potential drinking partner flew out the window when out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed something shiny.

Coins. Lots of them.

There was a spark of childlike excitement behind those apathetic red eyes as he raced over to examine the large sack. The beautiful visage of a woman emblazoned on the coins caught his attention, but he was more focused on the endless possibilities these coins offered. Sure, they weren't Japanese yen, but once he returned to Edo, he can come up with an elaborate tale about these coins belonging to an ancient civilization in Greece, which was now worth millions.

He glanced around his surroundings; nobody else seemed to have noticed the bag except for the lady in red, who only pocketed a single coin before trailing after that grumpy wizard. In other words...surely it wouldn't be a big deal if he happened to grab, say, five or six handfuls of these bronze coins, right? After all, the early bird catches the worm. An eager grin formed on his lips, and without a sliver of shame, he reached into the bag.

"Let's see...first, I'll need upfront payment for lending a hand." He shoved a fistful into his pants pocket. "A second for necessities like strawberry milk..." Another was stashed inside his other pocket. Though his pockets were starting to sag from the weight of the coins, he paid no mind to it as the samurai rummaged through the bag like a raccoon searching for food in a dumpster.

"Fourth for fancy gear...shit, I'm running out of space." He clicked his tongue in dismay, only to suddenly perk up. Wait, he could use his wallet. Grinning, he reached inside his yukata, pulling out a plain (and sadly, empty) wallet. Opening it, he started sprinkling the coins inside. Before he could start planning what he could use his fifth handful of doubloons for, an unfamiliar voice called out to him. "Hah? Yeah, what is it?" Gintoki glanced over his shoulder and tilted his head. "If it's about your hair, sorry, I don't know any good products to tame those curls. Been having the same issue myself."

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[SirPrompto15]

Prompto Argentum and Katsuki Bakugo
Shroomie mimitchi NuhUhLiarLiarPantsOnFire
"Mine your own buisness Nerd!!" Bakugo shouts at Jakka after being hit by his lance.
Prompto looked in awe as Basil summoned what looked like a huge sack of doubloons which he called "Eurums" the curency of this new world.
"Better then Gills I suppose." said Prompto as he took a handful of Eurums. " Thanks a bunch Basy!" Prompto replied cheerfully. "Coming "Ka Chan"?"
"Only Deku calls me like this so SHUT UP Nerd!!!" Bakugo shouts. "I'm going with that wizard over here to see this "Fauna". I wanna know how to blow up that stupid demon king!" He turns toward Basill "Lead the way." he spat.
"Suit yourself kid! " Prompto said. "Man,saying this makes me old." The photographer sharpshooter notices Gintoki.
"Dude,mine if I tag along with you. I just want to visit the town,get some stuff and take some cool pics before we fight for our lives." he said. "You remind me of my buddy,Noctis Lucis Caelum. He's royalty like the princess but he as layback as you!"

 

[Ploegy]

Ｅｕｐｈａ Ｅｔｏｒｅｉｋａ
Interactions: @SheepKing, open

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The words Edward spoke held some truth in Eupha's eyes. It was what she suspected to be the case all things considered. Things like what was happening back in her own home was likely rather unusual. Sure, there had been disconnect and anxiety around certain aspects of life, but the death of the king had even reached the ears of her own people. The Tournament for the Throne did little to help in that regards. This place likely didn't have something like that occurring, not that they needed it given the princess was alive. Still, it made her wonder how things could be different if people back home could remain blissfully unaware of the ordeal around the royal family. That was a thought for another time though. She couldn't let her mind wander too much to the events of back home.

"That is true. I did think of that possibility," she finally responded before looking forward to the pair of wizards, seeing them preparing to break off into groups now that they had reached that point. "It is vastly different than the happenings of my own home, hence why I would jump to the other conclusion."

It was probably best to leave it at that, and even if she did wish to continue on, it seemed as Ed had his attention elsewhere, or specifically on another within the group. Eupha's eyes quietly followed his gaze and settled upon the one he was looking at, though it did her little good. It wasn't as if she had any idea who the woman was, or why her current company was interested in her, but it didn't mean she couldn't show some form of courtesy in regards to the situation at hand. Folding her hands over her stomach, violet orbs flickered back towards the blonde at her side, deciding to speak her mind.

"You know you don't need to keep me company. While I appreciate it, if you would like to converse with another, do not let me hold you back. I understand. We are but mere strangers caught up in an even stranger ordeal. I will hold nothing against you. Besides, it appears you have some familiarity with one of the others, correct? To gravitate towards them is only natural."

She spoke with such eloquence and kindness. While she was off the mark on who he knew, her words still held true. She didn't wish for him to feel anchored down by her. He had no obligation to be at her side to begin with. She wasn't sure if that was how he felt, but if it was she hoped her words dispelled those feelings. It was the least she could do in this situation.

Soon enough, her focus was pulled away yet again and she heard Parsley speak up to them. They were heading to the castle now, and they needed to be on their best behavior. It almost sounded like how the elder's of the village spoke to the children. She remembered their scoldings well though she was rarely on the receiving end of it. She had been a special case after all given her role as the priestess. Nevertheless, she would heed his warning although she had no intention of acting out of line.

Falling in line, she gave a small dip of her head in Ed's direction before she followed after the wizard. Her eyes quietly wandered as she walked though it was only a short distance to the castle itself, though they yet again ran into a new ordeal, or well, small hurdle. The man at the castle seemed to know Parsley though he spoke that the princess was not taking visitors because of some Sir Humphrey. She couldn't blame him. If she was in bad condition it would be best to give her space, though at the same time there was only so much one could do to hide.

Luckily things seemed to be cleared quickly, or at least for the moment. There was no guarantee their meeting would happen, especially with a group of this size. It wouldn't surprise her if they were turned away for that reason alone even if it was unfair. While she didn't need to be convinced herself, there were others that did, and given they were forcefully dragged from their own worlds, it only made sense they would be given the bare minimum of meeting the one they were supposedly saving whether or not this Humphrey liked it.

 

[Ploegy]

Ｒｅｎ "Ｊｏｋｅｒ" Ａｍａｍｉｙａ
Interactions: Shroomie , open?

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Ren chuckled lightly at Carmen's words, taking them as nothing more than playful banter even if she hadn't meant it as such. Besides, it sounded enough like it. That was good enough for him. Hearing her move on to comment on the name he had given, he gave a small quirk of his brow. While he wasn't surprised she could tell it was a codename, he did find it intriguing how she worded it. Codenames were no new thing. Heroes were often depicted with them, making them a popular part of media to consume, though would that warrant her to say "it wasn't the worst she had heard?" Maybe. Again, it was just baseless speculation, and as quickly as it had come to him, it fled from his mind. Her name did that much. Unlike his, it was nothing of the sort, not on the surface level at least, but that wasn't the only oddity that hit him. Her name was one he was all too familiar with. It was the very same name of the persona his teammate, Ann, held in her own heart. Was that merely coincidence? It had to be. It didn't help that the color red was so prominent with Ann as well, though he knew better than to dig in his own mind for some kind of senseless theory.

His lips pursed for a moment as he let the thought pass, and he gave a small bob of his head before he swiftly brought his mask back up to his face. He would have spoken right then and there, but before the words could even slip from between his lips, Carmen had already stepped away, though she gestured for him to follow. It felt odd. Usually he was the one taking charge, and others following in his steed, yet here it seemed he was to follow. Over something so small it was no issue, though he'd have to be mindful down the line. He wouldn't continue to be obedient if it turned again his own ideals.

Shaking it off, Ren dropped his hands down to his sides, allowing them to slip into his pockets as he walked after Carmen in silence. His gaze didn't stay on her for long though, nor did it move to the others. Instead, gray orbs flickered about from behind his mask, taking in the new scenery. It felt like some fantasy setting that would be depicted in a manga. He supposed that was no surprise. He was practically partaking in some Isekai story after all. How cliche, yet to live through it was far different than reading it.

He sighed at the thought before his gaze finally settled upon the castle in the distance. Involuntarily, he shuddered at the sight, recalling the last one he had seen. To be reminded of Kamoshida of all people made him sick, and only gave him more reason to avoid going. While he was sure it would be nothing like what he had experienced, it was for the best. Then again, it had been that very castle where he had awakened Arsene. It had changed his life, and perhaps for the better. That still didn't give him enough reason to visit.

"Brings back memories, eh, Arsene?" he murmured lowly, as a hand slipped from his pocket to rest upon his mask.

Silence. Whatever Ren had wanted to reminisce in, his persona didn't find interest in. It was nothing out of the ordinary, though it was admittedly cold, even for Arsene. He wouldn't push the topic. He didn't have the chance to. The group had come to a stop once more and the thief nearly found himself running into the nearest person. Luckily, he caught himself and halted, though it came with a disgruntled huff of annoyance. What was stopping them now?

He peered over the shoulders in front of him, and laid eyes on Basil's display of magic. If only things could have been that easy back home then maybe he wouldn't have to work part time jobs to line his own wallet. Sadly, magic didn't make the real world go round.

Aside from that, he was surprised the wizard would dare pull such a stunt right in front of him. He supposed he hadn't heard him declare he was a thief. Would it have even mattered? Did he care if he snatched the sack and ran off? Maybe not. Even so, he hardly had interest in such things. What good would the things of this world do for him? He didn't need weapons. His own were concealed at his hip; a knife and pistol. Gear wouldn't help him either. Any kind of armor would slow him down. He was meant to be quick and nimble, not some knight in shining armor. That left medicines. He wouldn't even know where to begin in that regard, and he didn't wish to try and figure out which strange potions he might find would be safe to buy. Last thing he needed was to become some test subject again, even if the last time was of his own decision.

That left him with one option, or well, one reasonable option. If it were up to him, he would have been off to plot an infiltration route, but his hands were tied. He'd need to fall in for now. He would have to follow Basil to see whoever this Fauna was. Admittedly, it hardly interested him, but it was better than his other option. Besides, it seemed his new "friend" had also chosen the same thing.

Trotting after the pair, Joker silently fell in step behind them. He wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish at this point, but he supposed it didn't matter. He would figure it out in due time, or at least he hoped he would.

 

[NuhUhLiarLiarPantsOnFire]

As parsley announced they were going to the castle, but before he went, he gave bakugo another smack of his lance ( SirPrompto15 )

“then how about you keep your yelling to yourself and not where everyone can hear it and get annoyed?”


he then followed his group, bored he decided to make conversation with the first person he saw, Eupha, he tapped her shoulder ( Ploegy )

”uhm, hello, my name‘s Jakka, a halberdier, you are?”

he deeply panicked inside, “what if she sees me as a creep?” He thought, hopefully not..

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

No Longer Human.

Osamu Dazai.

The Lullaby

location

On the way to her highness

outfit

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interactions

Kunikida - Atsushi Mention, Parsley Mention, Akutagawa Mention

tags

Kaiju Cat & Shroomie

Dazai, as always, shrugged Kunikida's questions and Atsushi's nervous glancing away. His thoughts were owned by him, and did not need to be shared with even those he trusted. After all, lending out a brain cell is not a thing he would do. Maybe making someone lose one, though, maybe. The thought of meeting the princess would be quite lightening towards his move, but even Parsley seemed a bit off-meaning her highness was most definitely not looking right.

Kunikida for one had a very large mouth only used when Dazai ticked him off, a greatly long list of what to do / his schedule, and a type of personality that would find almost anything that isn't what it seems distgusting. After all, why else had the blonde man looked differently at Akutagawa. The boy held plentiful of potential. And Dazai was going to enhance them in moments.

When Parsley had met with the guards standing their position around the perimeter of the castle gates, Dazai made sure to nearly breathe in the atmosphere. The mention of a name starting with what sounded like a hump made the brunette giggle, but he held in most of his later jokes for the girl mainly. Whatever could the disease be, she probably would be just as gorgeous as before to do a double suicide with.

The courtyard was framed with all sorts of plants he'd seen...a certain pedophile he wouldn't want to remember fiddling with when he was younger. As they say, doctors can always have a side gig of being a botanist. But Dazai didn't think of 'him' as a simple gardener in that matter of fact. When the huge doors broke open to separate, he was merely amused and half-heartedly gasping in awe. The inside unique and every way-and to prove the wealth, even more guards were lined by starlit armor that glinted through just a glance.

-- I'm repeating...and repeating...just waiting for a real time to respond...

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Winry stares at the Eurums in the palms of her hands wondering how much each coin is worth, perhaps she’ll see as she shops for what is needed as opposed to what she wants. She steps away taking time in shopping for quality materials unable to resist fawning over each piece hitting all sides of her engineering expertise. As she scoured the shops it seemed like she’s getting her money’s worth, happy to find quality materials knowing how much work goes into her auto mail prosthetics so she doesn’t see the need to not splurge. With Edward in mind, Winry took her time inspecting each piece as she envisioned his automail model. All in all satisfied with her findings, she catches the group nearby, her azure orbs admiring the forges once more. ​

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Though the plan is to meet Fauna, Winry stepped close to Basil, hugging her purchases to her chest. She overheard Edward planning on seeing the princess just as she thought. He was talking to Eupha, supposing they’ll be having that conversation soon. She sniffles, that means opening up about her panic attack. Edward may not be from her timeline she still found comfort it’s Edward, at least she finds solace in the familiarity. Does he feel the same way? He did take her to safety. She gave Edward a second glance as she stuck by Basil.​

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[Morbuskid]

Stenir Fafnirson
Location: Market- Castle Town

Interaction: Necromantic Shroomie Ploegy


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Stenir's eyes showed him a strange scene that his mind almost couldn't comprehend, the satchel's rapid expansion was perplexing, but he almost couldn't comprehend one laying their fortunes upon the streets for this patchwork group of vagabonds to partake. They glittered and flowed upon the dirt covered streets, the occasional passerby palming a coin or two before going about their business, some in the group dunked their hands greedily into the stack of coin. As he strode up to the ever-dwindling pile, he scooped his hands into a small horde of treasure feeling the rough details of the coin in his uncovered palms, admiring the work that went into these coins. Upon which sat the face of what looked like a young lady, her face intricately carved into this thin metal surface.

Stenir's eyes would trail up from the handful of coins that laid in his palms and would notice the man who summoned this kind of wealth heading off from the rest of the group, he looked back to the coins in his hands before slipping them into his haversack, to hold onto for later. He wasn't very greedy and learned long ago to appreciate the value of what he had rather than what he wanted.

As he closed his haversack, he managed to step his way through the crowd and keep paced with the man in velvet robes, keeping step with a woman dressed in an exquisite Scarlet and a lad who wore a dark set of robes and a strange mask that barely covered his boyish face. To them he was a tall and imposing stranger keeping pace, but to him this guide may have held answers as to what this place was.

Luckily, he was able to catch their English tongue, so he knew what to say when given the opportunity. Until then, he kept in tow of the guide, leaving Ryza with the group that they had arrived with, hopefully he hadn't made a poor decision.

Finally, after a bit of quiet, the giant strode forth past the curious duo and walked beside the robed man, his deep voice broke the calm, "Excuse me," the Norse giant uttered to the robed man, "You wouldn't happen to know if I am dead, would you?" reflecting on his final thoughts before he was whisked away here, the strike of lighting and the numbness that ensued. He sought answers to this placed, which seemed to him be the final destination for one's soul. "A strange thing to ask a person, I agree, but last I recall before I fell here, there was a sudden flash of light and the surreal nothing that follows. Have I angered the gods in some way?" he looked down to the mage, anticipating a reply of some kind.

 

[DovahBeat]

Pyralis pocketed a reasonable amount of the coins into his coin bag, then proceeded to wander the markets. He couldn't resist stopping by the smithies and picking up a few things in case his wings were damaged. In addition to that, he found vendors selling health potions and another supplies for camp cooking. He picked up some things from each until he ran out of the Eurums he had been generously given.
Supply run finished, he made his way back to where the group had parted. He, uh, didnt know where they were supposed to meet up.

- Interactions open
- Briefly mentions the supply run group as a whole.

 

[darkred]

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

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  Lucius sideeyed the white haired man (Gintoki) who was helping himself to a lot of the coins in the bag. Yet there still was several more in the bag.
  
  Nagito or the others in their little group wasn't paying attention to the currency nearby.
  
  "If anyone wants anything to spend, better grab it while it exists." He muttered in half English, half Latin.
  
  The ex-gladiator moved over to the bag and grabbed some doubloons and placed it in a small bag, grabbing some for himself.
  
  He looked over at the other parts of the group, observing them. One wanted some sort of "pictures" with something he'd never heard of, there was a another old time man like someone you'd see from the lines of Rome's enemies or someone that wasn't part of Rome's empire at all. The man wore a different hat, something he hadn't really seen living in Africa from a distance.
  
  He nodded, trying to talk to the Viking in Latin hoping he can make friends with the man so far. (@Morbiskid)
  
  
  
  Shroomie (GM) (Mentions- Marketplace group
  1) Carmen
  2) Lucius
  3) Gorgo
  4) Pyralis
  5) Gintoki
  6) Winry
  7) Shirabe
  8) Prompto
  9) Bakugo
  10) Joker
  
  
  Gintoki Sakata ( mimitchi mimitchi )
  Prompto ( SirPrompto15 SirPrompto15
  Lucius Verius ( darkred darkred )
  Ryza ( Necromantic Necromantic )
  Stenir Fafnirson ( Morbuskid Morbuskid )
  
  
  
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  With a small bag, the Queen of Sparta bent down to pick up some of the Eublams, looking it over, observing the woman on there.
  
  "Thank you. I shall return with a few things."
  
  With that, Gorgo took her leave toward a stand that offered armor and weaponry, along with potions of sorts.
  
  The castle armory man was shocked when he noticed a woman who looked like royalty and like a warrior "Mrs... May I help you?"
  
  "I'm looking for some armor and weaponry. I am the Queen of Sparta. I offer coins in exchange for your services."
  
  "What can i get you Ma'am?"
  
  Gorgo looked over the swords and armor "Armor suitable for a woman such as myself, along with weaponry. Perhaps some potions as well."
  
  The man nodded "Let me see what I have and I can get you the best armor money can buy, Mrs. Gorgo. Still shocked at the prospect at meeting royalty among the shops."
  
  The man went inside and began to look through his stock, grabbing some very well-polished armor and a shield made for a Spartan Queen.
  
  "Also I do have some potions you can use on your items in case of trouble."
  
  Gorgo eyed the armor, peeking at its quality and looked over at the shield and smiled "Thank you for your help."
  
  She handed him three or four coins for his services.
  
  She grabbed the armor, shield and sword, along with a few pouches of potions that she could use with her weapons for later. She slipped the items on and tied the pouch somewhere safe on her dress, while rubbing some of the potion on the sword she had, hoping it can make for a interesting combo.
  
  The foreign queen was back and nodded moving back to the group at hand.
  
  [Intentory- Armor, shield, sword, potions]
  
  Shroomie (GM) (Mentions- Marketplace group
  1) Carmen
  2) Lucius
  3) Gorgo
  4) Pyralis
  5) Gintoki
  6) Winry
  7) Shirabe
  8) Prompto
  9) Bakugo
  10) Joker
  
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  Marius made sure to follow the palace group, following Basil toward the palace group, taking in potential details about where he was going and the royalty here.
  
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[Shroomie]

Inside the castle’s doors was a magnificent great hall that welcomed them in, stained glass depicting events of the Blazei war and shining beautiful colors onto the velvet rug underfoot. “Right this way, ladies and sirs,” said the knight.

He looked back at Zenitsu and answered his question. “Well, you must understand that tensions about who should be in charge of Vespertine are very high. Many people wish ill for the princess. To allow people to see her in such a terrible state would stoke the flames of those who wish to replace Her Highness, to incite riots and overthrow her now that she is vulnerable and terminally ill,” he lamented.

“The poor princess,” Parsley uttered quietly. The knight nodded in agreement.

As the group pressed on through the castle, past kitchens and dining halls and ballrooms, all eerily empty, and finally up a very long spiral staircase. “This is the way to the royal bedchambers,” the knight explained. “It’s at the topmost tower of Vespertine Castle.”

They climbed, and climbed, and climbed. “Are we…almost there?” Parsley asked uncomfortably, his legs getting sore.

“Yes, we are. Steadfast, the lot of you, we’re almost there.”

The knight continued to lead them for a few more minutes until they finally reached the top. There was a door at the top of the stairs, beautifully made and engraved with curlicues and other designs. “Here we are,” the knight declared, stepping up to the door and knocking on it. “Helloooo? Sir Humphrey??”

There was silence for a moment, before the door opened, not to a princess, but to a short, rotund, haughty-looking butler with a shiny, bald head but a big, white, pristine mustache, as if all the hair on his head chose to reside on his upper lip instead. His small eyes scanned over the knight, then Parsley, then our heroes behind them.

“No, no no!” squawked Sir Humphrey, shaking his head furiously. “What did I tell you, Sir Coriander??? We are not to let visitors see Her Highness!”

The knight rolled his eyes. “Oh, please, these aren’t just any folk, these are the next few that have taken up the task of finding the Blazei flower for her. I think they deserve to meet her!”

“Humph! It’s not about merit of being in her presence–” the butler explained with a scoff, but he was cut off by a quiet, yet strangely enchanting voice behind him, like a melody that the ear simply must follow up and down.

“Please, let them inside. I demand to see them.”
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Basil glanced back upon hearing footsteps close behind him. At least most of the group here was tolerable enough, he supposed.

He turned down a corridor, before turning down an alley, slipping into another path, winding farther and father from the cheery main road into darker, more ominous territory, where rats squeaked underfoot and shifty looking folk hid in the shadows. The wizard drew his wand, holding it close just in case.

At last, Basil stopped in front of a old, weathered building, the front covered in thick vines of ivy, the inside of the building dark from the tell-tale windows. On the front of the building, in large letters, read APOTHECARY.

“In we go, chop-chop,” the mage instructed, obviously unafraid of venturing into what looked like an abandoned building.

Once Basil had closed the door behind him with a soft tinkle of the doorbell, it was almost pitch-black inside, save for the dim light shining in through the thick curtains inside the store. The store, it had an…odd…smell to it. Not pleasant, mind you. “Ack, this fool of an apothecarian, why is it so dark in here….” he muttered, raising his wand, “Lux.”

The tip of his wand ignited in a bright glimmer of magical light, illuminating the immediate area around him, like a flashlight. He raised his wand high above his head, trying to lead the way towards the counter without tripping over anything. He sidestepped a barrel full of newt liver, trying not to barf, and carefully shimmied past an ancient-looking grandfather clock that ticked ominously. “Fauna?” he asked loudly, walking past dusty charms and peculiar ingredients for elixirs. “Fauna, are you there? We need your help.”

“Gah!” a figure popped up from behind the counter, which made the wizard stumble backward and fall on the floor, his glasses falling from his face. He quickly snatched his wand from the floor and raised the light towards the figure, his brown eyes wide with fear.

Leaning against the counter was a woman, but she was just as strange as her store. Her hair was frizzy and brown, her eyes a piercing gold, and…were those ram horns protruding from her head? And ram ears??

A rakish grin appeared on the woman’s face as she gazed down at Basil. “Can’t a girl take a nap in her store without someone barging in?” she asked, before looking up at Basil’s companions. “Oooh, look at your little friends here. Mighty good-looking, they are.”

“Fauna, now’s not the time for your little games,” the sorcerer spat, standing up and fixing his glasses. “We’re here on important business.”

 

[SirPrompto15]

Zenitsu Agatsuma
Ploegy (Eupha) Shroomie
Zenitsu coudn't help but look at the stained glass as he was waiting for a response from the knight.
He didn't have the time to look at everything as his attention turned toward Edward and Eupha as he overheard their conversation. His sence of earning was quite sharp indeed.
He mostly overheard what Eupha said as he got closer to the two prior to the group spilting up. She had such kindness in her words and her sounds reflected that. "I...I...miss my home too,despite this kingdom being peaceful...maybe it's not that much." He told Eupha. " It's plagued by demons such like my homeworld. As a demon slayer,I know what it's like." He said sadly. His attention turned to the knight as he finally replies.
The reasons for not letting any villagers see the princess was because of some who wished harm to her.
"I understand." Zenitsu replied. "It might not be good for her or the kingdom. The leader of the Demon Slayer Corps I serve is also quite ill,but his kindness is strong...though I could hear sounds of revenge toward Muzan Kibutsuji,the demon king from my world." he added.
He still followed the group toward the bedchambers.
They were almost there when a short butler stopped them in their tracks,not allowing them to see the princess. So,this was the Sir Humphrey that the knight talked about? The knight did explain the situation but sir Humphrey still refused.
Zenitsu stepped forward. "In the world I come from,I'm just a inexperiencer Kinoe rank demon slayer...but I can't back doen on this. He kneed before Sir Humphrey. "Pleaaaaassseeeee I beg of you! Let me help your prinessssss!"
His begging stopped as he heard an enchanted female voice from the chambers,asking to let the otherworlders in.
Zenitsu quickly got up and blushed. "Should we?" He asked Parsley and the knight.
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Katsuki Bakugo
Shroomie NuhUhLiarLiarPantsOnFire
Bakugo gave another dirty glare toward Jakka after he received another hit from his lance before to move forward.
He followed Basill i side what look like an abandoned building. "Grr,why does this stink so much!"
They met with the infamous Fauna,a woman who was...part ram. "Tch,I'm used to animal people." Bakugo spat. " Our principal back at UA is a talking rat that stands like a human. And there's that part rabbit Pro heroine. I don't recall her name. As if I cared." He spat. He heard Fauna call them good looking. "Tch I'm not a idiot that cares about his appearence." The young short fused hero spat,arms crossed.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

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What was the definition of weird? Something unappealing and unnatural, or rather something the observer isn't used to and just labels it with 'weird'? Well anyways, that's exactly how Atsushi felt. While the guard-going by the name of Coriander it seems-led the lot towards her highness, all types of difficult scenarios were running through the white haired boy's head. Dazai, even if the brunette was older than him, would obviously do something that would make him want to just vanish.

And so, of course, as unlucky as he was, something did happen. Once everyone had reached past the stairs and neared a graceful arc of designs embroidering a magnificent door, the knight in shining armor took the honor of knocking on the closed piece for entry. A funny looking man-an advisor perhaps-opened up and nearly scowled as hard as something that reminded him of someone.

But even after the protests from the one that prevented the group from going inside the room holding the dear princess, a enchanting voice so smooth for Atsushi's ears was heard over everything else. The white haired boy cast a side long glance at Dazai who immediately perked up in high interest, different than the old look the mentor had before. The boy himself sighed, about to sink in the floor any second now from the future embarrassment. Kunikida would just have to deal with the idea of holding back Dazai.

“Please, let them inside. I demand to see them.”

At the sound of the words though, Dazai had other plans. He nearly gave a small spin while eyes shining, kneeling towards the door even if it wasn't the heir of Vespertine-or in other words, Andromeda herself directly. The brunette had Atsushi give looks at Dazai's partner for help, but the latter was going to finish his show before anyone could do anything about it.

"Was that the gracious voice of the princess I hear? It brings a high amount of soothing to me, even from the urges of suicide! But hear me out, miss fine lady, I hope you don't fear me or the others I have traveled with. Please, with all sincere words, stay alive and well-at least long enough so those beautiful fingers can strangle me in a peaceful deat-"

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GINTOKI SAKATA

Marketplace

Lucius, Prompto

darkred SirPrompto15

"Hey, don't give me that dirty look!"

Gintoki shot back at Lucius, folding his arms over his chest (and dropping a coin or two in the process). "I have kids to feed back home!" It wasn't exactly untrue; he was technically the guardian of a 14 year old alien girl, and mentor-figure to 16 year old nerd. Plus, he was the one who bought food for said alien girl's dog! ...well, when he had extra money, of course.

Most of the time 70% of his funds went to pachinko, sweets, and JUMP magazine, but those details were unnecessary. Nobody needed to know about that.

Clearing his throat, Gintoki straightened his posture in an attempt to resemble a respectable adult even though his pockets were heavy with coins. His slight irritation faded when young blonde man bounded over to him, asking to tag along with him. For a moment, he considered rejecting his offer as he wasn't really interested in sightseeing or taking pictures...until he casually mentioned his friend being royalty.

"Huh? Me?" Surprise danced across Gintoki's face as he pointed at himself. Was...was that a genuine compliment for once? When was the last time he got one of those?! Probably a couple months ago after he helped out a random stranger with their problems. "Wait a minute, are you basically saying Gin-san has royalty vibes?!"

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[Kaiju Cat]

As expected Dazai played the illusive man to keep his secrets intact, supposing it’s one of the brunette’s traits to keep impregnable walls, to keep people from inquiring further into his thought process, even him. Kunikida sighs, staring at Dazai’s back, figuring it’s pointless in pestering his partner as trying to dissect Dazai; how his mind works differently than others. How the brunette’s primary weapon is in fact his mind, making Dazai the ideal partner, albeit a dangerous guy, supposing that’s part of the brunette’s many complexities. Admittedly, Kunikida did in fact trust Dazai though he could go with handling little of his less than the other man’s undesirable quirks. How it’s not too long since he smacked the shit out of Dazai for his transgressions, it seemed like the brunette got on his nerves purposely, evident by running his mouth to anyone who would listen. How Kunikida wrangles Dazai than most of the ADA agents as the brunette exudes chaos energy stark to Kunikida’s scheduled personality. How he feels like a babysitter to his partner though they’re close in age. When he thought of keeping Dazai in line, he stared at his partner’s back, heaving a sigh. He feels on edge already.

He rather seek out the castle’s library, start his research after meeting the princess, get working on figuring out the root cause of the curse though curses aren’t a common thing in his universe, nor the existence of magic, just supernatural abilities. None of his plans involve keeping Dazai toe the line. His plan is to bury himself in books as he could spend hours with his nose deep in a book. It looks like he won’t be sticking to the schedule, noticing Atsushi looking at him. His steel, gray eyes catching sight of Dazai, knowing what’s to come next. It’s a show to the brunette, a performance that puts the blonde man on edge already tired of his partner’s bull shit antics. It’s the plan that seems bothersome to Kunikida, catching sight of the glint in Dazai’s dark hues, there’s an ulterior motive to dragging the princess into his double suicide. Trying to pick apart his partner is as meaningless as inquiring of his secrets, indeed Dazai is like the human form of a Rubik's cube. It seems like the other man has infinite layers.

He hung back as sir Humphrey and Sir Coriander got into a heated argument over allowing them to see their princess in her dilapidated state, sir Coriander won over her butler apparently. After hearing Dazai’s statement, then and there knowing Sir Coriander is making a horrible mistake in letting Dazai have an audience with her. Meeting his partner for the first time will scare the poor princess, maybe. He rubs at his face knowing this is going to be like any other day with Dazai dragging a woman into his bull shit antics, albeit sensing a hidden motive, this is beyond the pale even for Dazai, giving his partner a disapproving look. How he noticed Atsushi looking ready to die of embarrassment over his mentor’s theatrics. Unsurprisingly, Akutagawa seemed unphased by Dazai’s platitudes. He looked rather bored, not wanting to be here.


Immediately, Kunikida thought maybe the answer to Dazai’s problem isn’t a double suicide with a pretty lady, perhaps medication was. A tranquilizer is strong enough to take a horse, perhaps it’ll be effective on Dazai. He clearly recalls his partner hates pain though and he doesn’t want to be personally responsible for anything happening to his idiot partner. “ Oi,” He speaks up, moving close to Dazai, jabbing him hard with his forefinger at the back of the brunette’s head. “ You’re meeting her highness right now, my job description isn’t to babysit your dumb ass. I expect you to conduct yourself with a bit of decorum in her majesty’s presence.” He crossed his arms in front of him.

Undoubtedly, his words will go in one ear and out the other. Now, the question was since when is it his job to babysit his idiot partner, supposing the role fell naturally on his shoulders. He shot daggers at Dazai. His chaotic personality is a bit much, a bit too much for meeting a royal for the first time, a cursed princess, so much for first impressions. He’d rather meet the princess and get to the bottom of her curse and research it and learn more of Vespertine, not wrangling Dazai. It’s a typical day of the brunette to think of suicide, taking note of Dazai’s bandages, another secret of the other man. He feels further inquiries will be met with resistance so Kunikida employed a don’t ask policy with Dazai.

“Please, let them inside. I demand to see them.”

Her highness’s melodic voice hung in the air, beckoning them forth. Kunikida on guard expecting Dazai to bombard the princess with his bull shit, the blonde male did not take his eyes off the brunette as they waited to be welcomed in her bed chambers. He knows the spectacle is about to unfold as soon as the doors open, granting them audience with the princess. His hands throb from smacking Dazai, a well deserved throttling to put the brunette in his place, he gets what he deserves. Undoubtedly Dazai will be as theatrical as ever. The thought of his antics made him disapprove of Dazai’s erratic behavior for the day, doubting his words will do little to get through to his partner. He subconsciously flexes his fingers as if thinking of reigning Dazai sits on the top of his mind. What kind of poor example the brunette is setting for Atsushi, his current apprentice. The boy looks embarrassed of Dazai’s childish antics as much as Dazai’s bull shit infuriates the blonde man. Now, why an ADA agent like him is tasked with babysitting the other is beyond Kunikida. It’s not in his job description he’s a caretaker of a grown ass man. The idea of having to keep Dazai out of trouble served to infuriate Kunikida ever more so.

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[SirPrompto15]

Prompto Argentum
mimitchi Shroomie darkred
"Oh,no,no,no! I meant personality wise you remind me of my body Noct. He might be royalty but he's chill and layback!" Prompto replied to Gintoki. "I know we have to get potions,antidotes,phoenix dawns,maybe maiden kisses,that is if there's monsters that can turn you into frogs in this world too you never know...maybe comics and mangas if are some here!" He saw the gladiator guy ( Lucius)
"Sorry bud. Haven't seen you here! Cool armor by the way!" Prompto replied. "I would love to chat abit more...but I got some shopping and sight seeing to do before we leave!"

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Akutagawa wore his bored expression clearly. Instead of sticking to socializing with the princess he would rather explore the castle after getting confirmation of what he’s getting himself into. Take a look at the girl then go off on his own he always wanted to explore a castle from the renaissance era, sensing they won’t be going to the hell’s gate dungeon anytime soon as he’s combat minded than lulling off into meaningless banter. He kept his eyes on the castle far more interested in its architectural structure than the royal chambers themselves.


“Please, let them inside. I demand to see them.”

Dazai’s statement of wanting to meet the princess for his double suicide had made Kunikida’s body tense up, noticing the disapproving look on the blonde’s face as he jabbed his former mentor’s head, trying to keep the other man in line. If the were tiger looks ready to die from embarrassment over Dazai’s words over wanting the princess to strangle him with her hands. Akutagawa oddly seems unphased, though appalled Dazai said such things. Reading between the lines, also picking apart his former mentor’s words there’s probably some sort of hidden motive behind his suicidal escapades. However, trying to inquire is pointless as Dazai is a master of deflecting. He’s a man of many secrets, it’s like trying to take apart an impregnable fortress, which is wasted effort.


“ You’re meeting her highness right now, my job description isn’t to babysit your dumb ass. I expect you to conduct yourself with a bit of decorum in her majesty’s presence.”

Ryuunosuke’s first impression of Dazai and Kunikida relationship is that of a turbulent marriage. He didn’t react much knowing there’s a show coming once they’re granted audience with the princess. “ Jinko,” He crossed his arms in front of him. “ Let me guess they’re always like this?” He suspects the answer as he took note of Kunikida is done with Dazai’s antics for the day.
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[Shroomie]

Carmen Sandiego
Where in the world is she?

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The moment that Basil had glanced back at her, once he was aware of those that had chosen to follow him, Carmen offered a wry smile, before copying him and taking a gander at who was behind her too.

There was the blond teenager who had the knack of blowing up in people's faces, a teary-eyed girl who struck her as a mechanic, a giant man who was definitely a viking of some sort, and....ah, him.

The thief slowed down her pace and stepped into stride alongside Ren as they were led along by Basil, down the cheery main road. "Fancy seeing you here. Surprised you didn't just take the bag of doubloons and run," she remarked in a witty manner, reaching into her trench coat and pulling out the single Eurum she had decided to take from the sack, flipping the coin in the air before letting it land in her palm. She let it land in her hand before glancing down at its faintly shiny surface, the imprint of the queen on its face reminding her of a quarter or a penny. "Weird. I wonder if this is Andromeda's mom or something on the coin..."

A sort of rumbly voice caught the rogue's attention. She stole a glance in the direction of Stenrir, and cautiously replied when Basil did not, "I'm quite sure we're all very much alive. I mean, I think this demonic king Galangal is mad at everyone, but at least, we all seem pretty alive right now. I hope."

As they were led down darker, more dubious territory, Carmen became more alert, her eyes sharply glancing at every movement, taking in every sound. The last thing she wanted was to be ambushed by something unforeseen, after all. Crime school had taught her to always remain vigilant, which was at least one thing she found useful from that moral trash heap that was V.I.L.E. island.

The lady in red hesitated at first once Basil had stopped in front of the apothecary. "No, there's...there's no way our Intel is in there of all places. Is this a trap? That place looks abandoned," she said, folding her arms. But it looked like the mage wasn't taking no for an answer, the group being herded in nonetheless.

Nothing but darkness greeted them as soon as they entered the building, the air rank and somehow humid. "Ew..." she muttered, clamping two fingers over her nose. "What is that smell..?"

Getting her head on straight, Carmen reached into her handy coat pockets again and fumbled until she pulled out a pair of binoculars, putting them up to her eyes and pressing a button on the side. At last, she could see in the almost-complete darkness of the apothecary. She observed the others of the party, before turning her gaze onto Basil, who recited an incantation and lit up the end of his wand. The crimson thief lowered her binoculars, staring at the tip of his wand in awe. She figured she should get used to the wizard brothers just pulling spells out of their asses and using them, but it still shocked her, especially since magical powers were non-existent in her world.

The light from his wand was just enough, it seemed. As Basil struggled to shimmy through the crammed building filled with strange products, Carmen simply vaulted over the merchandise, over the barrel of gross liver and the clock and other things, before she made it to the counter without having made so much as a sound. She leaned against the counter, waiting for the wizard and the rest of the party to make it over there so they could find Fauna. The wizard began calling for Fauna, but it appeared that the establisment was empty.

Suddenly, Basil stumbled and fell to the floor, his glasses falling askew and his eyes fearful. She whirled around, assuming a fighting stance immediately, as the light pouring from the tip of his wand illuminated a figure behind the counter. But then the figure stepped into the light, and...it was a woman?

Carmen dropped her stance immediately, and gaped at the woman behind the counter for a second, just a second, before she remembered herself and stopped immediately. But could you blame her? She had the attributes of both a girl and a ram at the same time. But now, she rationalized, Basil's remarks of 'that crazy ram' made sense now.

Fauna had a sort of wild nature to her, and she clearly didn't seem to know (or care) about the situation they were in. And Basil wasn't interested in playing games. Carmen chuckled, and she added, "We're here because we have to save Princess Andromeda, Miss Fauna. So if you could help us out with some information, we'd all be on our merry little way."

Tags: Ploegy (Joker), Morbuskid (Stenrir), Kaiju Cat (Winry), SirPrompto15 (Bakugo)
Location: Fauna's Apothecary

 

[Shroomie]

Linkle
The Cucco and Crossbow Crusader

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Linkle allowed herself to be led along by the knight and Parsley, seemingly forgetting about the people she had been accompanying in favor of the princess. As they were herded through the courtyard of Vespertine Castle, it was all the heroine could do to stop herself from bouncing around with excitement. "Don't worry, Parsley, we'll be completely respectful of Her Highness!"

She gazed around the halls as they walked through them, the stained glass on the windows reminding her of the ones in Hyrule Castle. The sheer size of the castle was breathtaking, and each step closer to Princess Andromeda made her stomach flutter.

As the group climbed up the stairs, the Hylian's mind began to wander. What would Andromeda be like? She tried to reconcile what she knew about the princess with the princesses she already knew. Would she be fiery like Princess Midna? Graceful like Princess Ruto? Wise like Princess Zelda?

Higher and higher, they climbed, and Linkle began to feel aching in her legs. She pulled herself along with the railing, and Parsley had taken the words out of her mouth when he asked if they were almost at the top.

But at last, they made it to the top of the spiral staircase, and waited as Sir Coriander tried to allow them entrance. But all of a sudden, this short, squat man that reminded Linkle of an egg for some reason, began bickering with the knight. He seemed to not want to grant them entry into the princess' bedchambers. "Please, sir, we don't mean any harm," Linkle pleaded, standing on her toes to be able to see over the heads of everyone else. "We just want to--"

Suddenly, a sort of magical, quiet voice somehow managed to cut over all the noise going on. It made Linkle feel breathless for some reason, perhaps the thrilling, song-like nature of it, like when someone beckons you closer to whisper a secret into your ear. The blonde tried to see past Sir Humphrey into the room, but she couldn't see the princess from where she stood.

But, the princess wanted to see them. Linkle gazed at the ruffled butler, her blue eyes wide and hopeful. "Well, she wants to see us, anyhow, so you might as well let us in..."

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Location: Vespertine Castle

 

[Shroomie]

Panty Anarchy
The Gun-Wielding Angel of Daten City

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"Hey Panty?"

"Huh?"

"You know how Heaven-Sent weapons work on Ghosts, but they can't hurt people?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think they work on angels?"

"How would I know? You'd have to try it--"

And that was the last recollection the angel had before her sister killed her. Stabbed her right in the skull!
That is, until she was brought to life. Not by Brief, or Garterbelt, or even Heaven itself. By a mirror.


"Antiques! Valuables! Ancient artifacts!" called a sleazy (and sweaty) merchant as he tried to entice passerby to stop at his table. He gestured grandly to the things he had for sale, fake necklaces, strange looking crystals, a dusty urn, and a cracked mirror.

One woman stopped, a basket full of produce in her hand, as she stared curiously at the artifacts for a moment. The merchant, knowing that he had caught someone, was quick to reel her in.

"Ahhh, good afternoon, miss! I see you have taken interest in my little shop. Perhaps we can procure something that suits your no-doubt refined tastes," the merchant crooned, beckoning for the woman to come closer. "How about one of these necklaces? Their beauty pales in comparison to you, madam."

"No thank you, sir," the woman said idly, her eyes wandering from the necklaces to the urn to the mirror that was propped against the stand. "What about that mirror?"

"Mirror? Ahhhh! Yes, yes!" the merchant scurried over to where it sat, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. "This mirror is one of a kind! Rumored to be able to find lost souls and conjure them! Very powerful, this mirror is. I'll sell it to you for 1000 Eurums."

"1000?!" the woman shrieked, her eyes darting from the merchant to the mirror and back. "How do I even know that it's not a scam?"

The merchant shrugged, wiping sweat off his upper lip. "W-well, someone told me that it worked as such...all you have to do is tap the glass with your pinkie three times and supposedly that is what would happen..."

The woman leaned down, and gingerly reached out to tap on the glass with her pinkie finger. One, two, three.

The merchant and woman stared at the mirror apprehensively, but nothing happened. "See? I told you that this mirror wasn't-- AIIIEEE!"

Suddenly, the mirror started to glow and tremble, calling the attention of passerby. There was a small cluster of people gathered around the mirror, watching curiously. The merchant ducked behind the woman as everything came to a climax.

Suddenly, a head popped out of the mirror, followed by the rest of the person. The people goggled at the spectacle, until someone shouted, "It's a girl!"

The person who had come out of the mirror, a young blonde woman in angelic attire, laid motionless on the floor, face-down, her glowing, white pettiskirt and wings and golden bands fading away and leaving her in a short red dress and heels. A small groan was the only thing that let the crowd know that she was alive.

The merchant cautiously stepped out from behind the woman who had used the mirror, and bent down next to the woman. He reached out and tried to place a hand on her back. "Miss, are you okay--?"

"Don't f*cking touch me," the girl suddenly snapped, lifting herself from the ground shakily and smacking his hand away from her, her blue eyes icy yet bewildered. "I don't want your sweaty hands on me!"

The merchant's lower lip trembled and he fled behind his stand. Panty slowly stood up, looking positively furious. "That little c*nt, who does she think she is, slicing me up like a piece of meat? Oh, as soon as I find her, I'm gonna tear that b*tch a new one!" she growled, before she noticed the circle of onlookers around her. "What are you looking at? Scram, losers!"

The crowd began murmuring both fearfully and angrily at the angel's trashy words. At that moment, looking around at everyone, then her surroundings, she realized that she wasn't in Daten City anymore. Frankly, she had no idea where she was, period. Her revenge on Stocking and Corset would have to wait, it seemed. First, she would have to figure out where in the world she was. She (quite unabashedly) checked to make sure she had her panties on.

Good. She had her underwear, at least. Never know when it could come in handy, and as long as she had Backlace on her, she knew she'd be okay.

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Daisuke had been on his first hunt as a HR100 Hunter, and that meant an Urgent Quest from the Guild. Unfortunately for him, this urgent quest was to put a crimson glow vastrax out of its misery. The poor thing, normally valstrax stay up at the highest peaks or high up in the air, and aren't aggressive until provoked.
Crimson Glow Valstrax, however, had damage done to the dragon organ in their chest, causing them constant pain and hyper aggression. They also couldn't reach their mountain top homes, since it hurt too much to produce that much dragon element to fly.
The crimson glow valstrax in question had found itself awfully close to Kamura Village, the shrine ruins.
The fight so far was fast paced and difficult. He had chugged so many first aid meds+ and mega potions, he was down to his last one. At least he had his team with him.
Udon, his trusty palamute, Tofu, the best palico he could ask for, his husband, Doe, and Joanna, a higher ranking hunter that traveled around, never sticking in one place for too long.
"I'm gonna blow this fucker up!" Joanna had called, launching herself like a rocket towards the valstrax with her gunlance.
Daisuke wasn't going to look a gift kirin in the mouth. He rushed in, trying to slice off the valstrax's tail when smacked him away and launched itself into the air with a sonic boom. He forgot it could still fly at the speed of sound.
"Look out! Ambush!" Doe called out, using a farcaster to return to camp and avoid the impact valstrax was going to make. Joanna buckled down with her shield, ready to take it. And Daisuke. Was prone on the ground. He was stunned, couldn't get up. His palamute rushed to him, trying to shield him from the impact when valstrax crashed into the ground at the speed of sound, and everything went black...

...

The next thing he knew, he was on a cobbled road, Udon on top of him, and he heard a commotion. Blearily blinking his eyes open, he realized the commotion had to do with him and some other girl...? What was this about being summoned from a mirror?
He was so confused.
"Wha--? Udon, off." The dog large enough for an adult to ride got off his chest with a whine.
"Where am I...?" He asked, sitting up and looking around. This, did not look like anywhere he'd ever been before.

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