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

[darkred]

Vatallion, General of the 14th Legion

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Vatallion's sword clashed with the Briton Princess's, Boudica as their fight went on hours. Whatever that was felt like it was finished in literal minutes.

The clash continued for a while until one warrior fell and another screamed in defiant cries. Boudica had won, yet something had stolen her victory within seconds and the man she was just fighting seconds ago had been gone within the mirror.

Vatallion's cry "This isn't over" left his mouth before he was thrown into the Vespertine marketplace.

The mirror rather harshly threw him on top on a woman and another stranger named Daisuke and a ..dog?

Vatallion stumbled to his feet, his head spinning. The sounds of merchants shouting, the clinking of coins, and the scent of unfamiliar spices assaulted his senses. Around him stretched rows of stalls selling goods he didn’t recognize, the colors and designs utterly foreign.

“Where am I?!” he roared, his voice carrying the commanding tone of a warrior accustomed to being obeyed.


Status: Vaspertine marketplace (Open)
Panty ( Shroomie ) Dauiske ( DovahBeat )

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[Ploegy]

Ｅｕｐｈａ Ｅｔｏｒｅｉｋａ
Interactions: NuhUhLiarLiarPantsOnFire SirPrompto15

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Before Eupha could get too far from where she had previously been, she heard Zenitsu speak towards her. Demons sounded no different than the humans that had begun plaguing the lands of her home, though the Church had dared to make a spectacle of it all. While she had no reason to look down upon the Church itself aside from it deeming her people's practices as pagan, she did think their approach of a tournament for the vacant throne was over the top. As far as her companions had told her, it was likely and effort to win favor of the people to their own leading candidate. In that sense it was practical for them, although it was a desperate maneuver to garner control. She was grateful this world seemed to lack that at least.

Pushing her own thoughts aside, she gave a small nod in the blonde's direction, though she was unsure of how to respond. All she could offer was a look of empathy and hope it would be enough. The topic of demons itself was one she was relatively unfamiliar to her, though some in her own world might consider some of the creatures she summons to be demons of some kind. She didn't think much of it though.

Her attention was drawn away from Zenitsu as she felt a tap on her shoulder. Quickly, she spun towards the newcomer, feeling herself well guarded until her gaze fell upon Jakka. The tension in her shoulders slacked and a soft smile soon crossed her lips once again.

"I am Euphausia Etoreika, a priestess of the mustari people, but please call me Eupha," she spoke, her voice coming off as friendly as her smile did. "It is nice to make your acquaintance."

Giving a small bow of her head after she spoke, Eupha noticed the group continuing on their trek into the castle. She waved for Jakka to follow as she followed behind Parsley and the knight. Her eyes traveled across the walls, taking in the various pieces that hung on them. Her focus on them nearly caused her to bump into the backs of those in front of her. However, Sir Humphrey's panic quickly snapped her back to reality.

Eupha stopped and averted her gaze towards the scene ahead, listening on in silence. It was clear the butler was adamant over not letting them see the princess. It was a notion she oddly understood. Her people had protected her from outsiders before she was meant to perform the rite for Eht. This was of the same degree. Her attention briefly flickered towards the trio that all seemed comfortable with each other and was unsure of what to make of their exchanges. Admittedly, the bits she overheard made her vaguely uncomfortable, but she kept such thoughts to herself as she focused on the feminine voice that echoed out from the room just ahead. It was certainly that of the princess, and from how she spoke, she was more than willing to see them. That was a relief, even though she was unsure of how some of the others would act in her presence.

 

[Ploegy]

ＹｏＲＨａ Ｎｏ.９ Ｔｙｐｅ Ｓ
Interactions: Open

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How long had it been since he had returned to the Bunker? 9S had lost track. Ever since he had been infect by the logic virus things had become a blur, or at least felt that way. It was no surprise. He had only been saved because traces of his interference in the machine lifeform's network had lingered and had been enough to back up his memories. Such a maneuver had been deeply frowned upon by his superiors though. Leave it to him to not only please them while also garnering their scorn. He had received an earful from his Operator once he had been restored to a new body. That was nothing new though. She always scolded him for even the smallest things. It frustrated him, yet he tried to put it behind, knowing if he back talked it would only add fuel to the fire.

No matter how long it had been, he already had his next assignment in place. Despite the work he and 2B had done, their fight against the machine lifeforms was far from over. It felt hopeless, yet he knew that was simply how things were. The war had been going on for centuries now. One major step forward like he and 2B had pulled off would give them the upper hand moving forward, but diligence was needed to bring them to victory.

A sigh slipped between his thinly pressed lips as he strode along the corridor of the Bunker. It was unfortunate 2B wasn't with him now, or maybe it was a blessing. As much as she had opened up in what she thought had been his final moments, she was still guarded. If she were to see him now, she'd probably remind him that emotions were prohibited. It would have amused him given their last interaction together Even the cold and far more reserved 2B had emotions much like him behind all the walls she put up.

After a moment longer, 9S arrived at the hangar and glanced towards the flight unit that had been prepared for him. He prepared to board it before the sound of a voice stopped him.

"Unit 9S has been granted approval to leave for Earth and rendezvous with Unit 2B. Flight unit ready," Pod 153 addressed him as it hovered over. "Pod 153 has been issued to Unit 9S on this mission."

Nodding at his Pod's words, he allowed himself to climb into the Flight Unit along with it. With everything set, a string of standard YoRHa protocols commence before he was finally set off on his way. What he expected to be an ordinary trip however was far from it. The flight between the Bunker and Earth went smoothly, but as he descended into Earth's atmosphere, things took a turn for the worse. Something in it caused his flight unit to go haywire. His first assumption was that he was under attack, but one quick survey of the skies around him assured him that was not the case, but it left him guessing. Whatever it was quickly had severed most of his unit's usual capabilities, and even as he began to plummet in the useless hunk of machinery, he could feel his own senses fading. No, he couldn't pass out now! Gritting his teeth, he struggled to remain conscious, but it was all for naught. His struggle was brought to a swift end as he lost himself.

Unbeknownst to him, as his unit dropped towards the ruins below, it would never arrive. Magic of some odd variety had been his downfall and from it a portal spawned and swallowed him through it. On the other side he would drop through into the sky just outside the Castle Town.

It was some time before 9S awoke, but a soft groan of discomfort signified his awakening. Despite everything that had occurred, his body hardly felt pain. Luckily for him, the magic had spared him from harm, though the same could not be said for the unit he had come in. Laying in a heap in the grass, he slung and arm over his face and grumbled curses under his breath as he scanned over the readings on his visor.

Vitals? All good. Green across the board. His location? Unknown. No map could be accessed. That was odd.

"Pod, status report," he grumbled out, only to be met with an air of silence. "Pod?"

Dropping his arm down, 9S heaved himself up into a sitting position and forced himself to look around. The scenery he was met with took him by surprise. The city ruins he had expected to crash into wasn't what surrounded him. No... the tall crumbling buildings and factories were nowhere to be seen. Instead, his unit's wreckage laid in a sea of green grass and on the opposite side, in the near distance was what appeared to be a civilization. He could only assume it was empty much like the area he was used to, though it was in much better shape than where he was usually deployed.

"What the hell...?"

He didn't understand anything he was seeing, but he knew he needed to figure things out and quickly. Luckily, that was his strong suit as a Scanner type. However, before that he needed to assess his own crash landing.

9S pushed himself to his feet with ease and quietly eyed the wreckage that surrounded him. What had gone wrong? Why hadn't 21O called him? Even his own Pod hadn't spoken up in the moment. It was weird. With the state the flight unit was in, there was one thing for certain, he would be stuck here until he could contact command. That would be easier said than done. He had no Pod after all.

Groaning at the inconveniences that piled up, he lowered his head and held his chin between his fingers as he pondered his next course of action. Exploring the buildings up ahead would be his best chance of gather intel, though who knew what awaited him. Was there another option? That was the question that plagued him and kept him where he stood as he pondered it.

 

[Shroomie]

Scott Pilgrim
Ratings: Awesome

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Once he finished washing his hands, he flicked off the bathroom light and opened the door.

'Huh, weird,' Scott thought as he walked out of Wallace's bathroom and into a high school hallway. He began walking down the corridor cautiously, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the checkered floor below, an enchanting song in the air, something like Fairy Fountain from Zelda.

Suddenly, a blur of color zoomed by him, going in the opposite direction. Scott turned around and caught sight of a girl with brightly colored hair and rollerskates rolling away.

It was her...the mysterious dream-girl! "Hey!" he called out, quickly chasing after her.

The girl turned the corner, and Scott followed after her, but skidded to a halt once he saw that she was standing in front of a door that looked suspiciously like Wallace's front door. The door opened, and she skated through.

"Hey..!"

Scott hurried after her, but tripped on one of his undone laces, stumbling through the door. The door shut behind him, and all that was left was darkness.


He was kind of stuck in Subspace limbo for a while, swimming in the dark as he thought about the mistakes that had led him to this point of life. Maybe he should have never started dating Knives. Maybe he should have been more open with Envy. Maybe he should have just stuck with Lisa or Kim. Man, just being in darkness with only your thoughts to keep yourself company was rough.

But miraculously, another star-engraved Subspace door appeared in front of him after a few minutes. Scott reached out towards the door with haste, and it opened up for him.

He fell through the door, face-planting into the grass below. The Subspace door vanished behind him. "Ow...Toto, we're not in Toronto anymore..." he muttered, sitting back on his heels and rubbing his nose. He looked around at his surroundings.

He was lying in a grassy field, little cabins and huts and farms scattered here and there. In the distance was a castle, surrounded by gates, which immediately put him in the mind of Zelda or Fire Emblem. Whenever castles appeared in those games, like Hyrule Castle or the forts in Blazing Blade or in Binding Blade, these were the types of buildings he visualized.

His eyes swiveled from what laid in front of him to what was behind. "Woah!!" he scrambled backward, his eyes widening. Scott stared at the wreckage of some strange technology lying a little ways away. "What the...?"

There was somebody there, or something there, with the wreckage. It looked like a person, but Scott couldn't be too sure. Deciding to take a chance, the young man got to his feet, dusting off his jeans before carefully walking over. He didn't know where he was, so maybe whoever this was could help him figure things out.

"Uhhh...hi," Scott said nervously once he got close enough. He carefully stepped past and climbed over hunks of metal and other bits, making sure not to get too close to anything too sharp. "I don't know what happened here, but...I'm kinda lost. Do you mind telling me where I am? ...Or at least, what time period this is...?"

The person, up close, looked like a young man with white hair and dark clothes. And a piece of cloth (or was that a blindfold?) over his eyes. Scott couldn't lie, he was a bit intimidated by this stranger, but whoever this guy was didn't seem like he was in the best condition either.

Tags: Ploegy (9S)
Location: Vespertine Fields

 

[Ploegy]

Ｒｅｎ "Ｊｏｋｅｒ" Ａｍａｍｉｙａ
Interactions: Shroomie , Morbuskid , SirPrompto15

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Ren was lost in his own thoughts as they walked, though Carmen's voice snapped him back to reality and his gray eyes flickered towards her from behind his mask. Her words caused his brows to furrow, an action which was obscured from sight. Admittedly, it was no surprise she thought him to be some petty thief. It was the most common type, though he was far from such a thing. He didn't steal for the hell of it. Sure, there was a thrill that shot through him each heist, but how could it not? The anxiety of being caught... possibly dying if he made one misstep. Such things were beyond simple thievery. He stole for a much grander cause than lining his own pockets or merely trying to get by. His actions were for justice, or his own view of it. The gray area in which he worked could be argued as no better, yet he cared little. If he hadn't stood up and stolen hearts of the corrupt and distorted then who would know what Japan would have become or worse, what Yaldabaoth would have done if left to his own devices for longer. It disgusted him to even think of the false god continuing to play puppeteer with the masses.

"You wound me!" he exclaimed in a dramatic manner as he brushed aside all thoughts that had bubbled up in his mind. "Just because I claim to be a thief doesn't mean I dare stoop to such petty acts. A Phantom Thief acts with far more style than that!"

Perhaps that wasn't always true, but such acts were left for shadows and other cognitive beings. There was a line; one Ren knew how to walk. Besides, outside of his Joker identity, he was nothing more than an ordinary teenager. His acts of thievery were never done in the real world.

Before he could even receive any kind of reply, their conversation was cut short. He turned his head towards the much taller male and tilted it as his question registered. Dead? Why would someone think in such a way? It seemed odd, though it made Ren wonder, was this something strange like that? He had "died" before... well erased from existence. Still, it was oddly something he could wrap his mind around, not to say it was pleasant. However, the way Stenir worded it made the thief curious. Anger the gods? Was that normal for him? How interesting. He hadn't had anything like that happen to him when he arrived. Maybe the magic had worked different for various people. It wasn't as if he understood it himself.

Finding himself falling too quiet, he prepared to respond, but immediately stopped as Carmen beat him to it. No need to repeat the same thing twice. He would let her answer suffice as his attention shifted elsewhere. Watching as they were led down a sketchy alleyway, he oddly didn't feel uneasy. Maybe he had spent too much of his time in one back in Shibuya to find it strange. It certainly wasn't normal, though nobody would have to know that.

As the door opened, the horrid smell that wafted from inside made Joker quickly throw a hand up over his nose and mouth to keep himself from gagging. It was awful! What was worse was Basil hording them inside without a choice. Stumbling inside, darkness was quick to surround him and any semblance of his usual nimble nature went out the door as he tripped over various objects on the floor before he found himself in a heap. His nose wrinkled in both in disgust and annoyance.

"Nasty..." he uttered under his breath as he felt his hand in a puddle of an unknown liquid and quickly retracted it in attempt to shake it out. "This place is a real dump."

When light filled the room, Ren heaved himself back to his feet. Whoever this Fauna was, they somehow lived in even nastier condition than Futaba did when he first met her. He wasn't sure whether to be impressed or disappointed. Either way, he wanted out as soon as possible. Fauna's sudden appearance didn't alarm him like it did some of the others though she did remind him more of a shadow than a person. He kept those thoughts to himself though as he feel silent and waited to see what would be said and/or happen.

 

[SirPrompto15]

Obanai Iguro
Serpent hashira
Interactions: Shroomie ( Panty) DovahBeat ( Daisuke) darkred ( Vataliion)

"Serpent breathing...fifth form...slitering serpent!"
"Wind breathing...second form... Claws Puryfying wind!"
"Mist breathing....Seventh form....Obsuring clouds!"

Obanai Iguro was training with fellow Hashira Sanemi Shinazegawa and Muichiro Tokito. The three hashira clashed blades with great force.

In this intensive Hashira training,not only the Hashira had to train the lower rank Demon Slayer but had to train thrmselves too. The battle against Muzan Kibutsuji was getting closer.

"You did well." He told Muichiro.

After the sparring was done,he bid farewell to Sanemi and Muichiro and headed back home.

As he was halfway home,a strange light was getting closer. Kaburamaru, Obanai's snake,hissed in fear. "What's this...a blood demon art?" Obanai muttered. Before he had the chance to bring out his Nichirin sword, the light blinded him and Kaburamaru.

When it finally died down, Obanai found himself in what looked like an European marketplace,during daytime none the less. Kaburamaru was still around his neck. "Where...are...we?"
His attention turned toward an odd group of strangers. A blond haired woman,a man in roman centurion. and a man with a large dog. He got closer to the group. The centurion asked them where he was. "That's what I would like to know as well." the Serpent hashira asked in a cold tone. " Explain."

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

CODE BY SEROBLISS

Nikolai Gogol

Clown Exterminator!

Before everything had happened, Nikolai was just having his elongated coat flash through the heavy winds. A helicopter was settled nearby, supposedly awaiting the winner of the deathly challenge; Dos-kun! Dazai and Sigma, also part of the Decay Of Angels but now a tool for the wicked to use, had exceptionally lost. Sigma was stabbed in the gut by Fyodor's mischief, a thing Nikolai couldn't have a hold on but would love to kill. While for Dazai...

Fyodor had managed to keep the Gravity Manipulator under check, as a vampire in fact, and had let Chuuya Nakahara blow Dazai Osamu's brains out-what a lovely blood bath! Now all Gogol had to do was wait for the rat to come out and take the medicine, which was locked up in the suitcase he was holding. The doors had already began springing open, and Nikolai let out a rejoiced squeal as he welcomed Fyodor. (Not doing real dialogue.)

They both shared a few jokes, and soon the Russian man had fled to the insides of the helicopter. However, even while Nikolai turned his back to Fedya, he wasn't able to say goodbye to the person he was planning to have murdered by the next week. Gogol unfortunately did not know what was to happen to Fyodor in the next seconds, for two reasons. One because he was being a ridiculous fool and about to saunter off, and two because in that moment his coat acted up. Odd. The vortex, a symbol of his ability, flashed before his eyes in a circular shape. It wasn't before long Gogol let out an out-of-character gasp, not part of where the scene was supposed to be, as he got sucked into his coat; into a different area he hadn't summoned.

The move was quick, but the timing was not. Instead of a night with unbearable strokes making his long hair fly, it was a slightly blue sky. Too blue for his liking. And not only that, he was surrounded by humans. A feather amidst a crowd of unknown civilians. If this was Yokahama, Gogol was a goner. The incident with the under cover mission as a police officer ended up him shooting someone straight through the head-and if he was caught now he'd be forced into jail. Plus, Nikolai didn't know areas around here to travel to using his coat ability.

Though, if Nikolai moved his eye around correctly, he'd see that there were a few stuck up people who were confused to where they were. If any brain cells was left behind from Fyodor, then he was definitely making some good connections. Something surely pulled Gogol into the abyss of his power, leading him here which was in a different world and most likely over 30 meters in length. His lips popped open in a long "O" sound, a finger up in the air with the same old giddy manner as if he was talking to Sigma again.

Vespertine Market
Open For Interactions
Mentions: @ Everyone/New CCs (Vaguely)

 

[Keengoat]

Sonic the Hedgehog

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Location: Vespertine Fields
Interaction(s): Scott Pilgrim ( Shroomie ) and 9s ( Ploegy )

"Bring that Chaos Emerald back, Dr. Eggman!" Sonic races across the plains, his shoes leaving a smear of red in his wake. Aftereffects dancing in the grass. Dr. Robotnik's spherical ship soars just out of reach, its looming shadow bobbing and weaving as the plains dip. Its jet engines roar a fire and beneath its dome resides a large mechanical arm, its steel joints cold against the vivid greens and blues. Pinched between its boxy fingers is a large gem, the sunlight dancing over its form, making its diamond shape an almost iridescent ruby glow.

The scientist cackles, his eyes hidden behind glasses, his mouth twisted into a sneer. "I'll be taking this Chaos Emerald, along with the rest, back to my laboratory. Once I've harnessed their infinite powers, this planet will be devoted to me." His gloved hand clenches into a fist. "The Robotnik Empire will rise from the ashes!"

Sonic's brows are knit, but a casual smile plays on his muzzle. "This planet isn't yours, doctor. You'll have to slow me down before that ever happens." His steps grow lighter and quicker, his reflection a blur over the lake beside him. The ship hovers higher, zooming over an elevated platform. Sonic presses his shoes into the ground, leaping forward to land on it. He curls himself into a ball and streaks across it, the wind obscuring his hearing and the distance between them growing shorter and shorter.

"Gotcha!"

Dr. Eggman emits a holler as Sonic collides with the robotic arm's elbow joint, his quills slicing through metal and wire. Sparks fly, igniting in his wake. Just as he is about to land on the other side, a flicker of red catches his eye, the Chaos Emerald's glow blinds the forearm and hand. He sees the frustration on Eggman's face, his hands clutching his head.

As Sonic prepares to land, a strange hum resonates in his ear, a crescendo that makes his teeth grit. It reminds him of the sounds the Chaos Emeralds would make when their magic is touched, the high-pitched manifestation of glimmering light. The ground beneath him warps like ripples in water, the lush florals of Green Hill dissolving into an expanse of black. Billions of stars stare back at him.

"Woah, woah, woah-!" he cries out, flailing his arms. The lack of gravity makes his stomach drop, his quills stand on end. He rotates in the air, searching the stars for South Island. Earth sits just out of reach, its atmosphere unfamiliar in its smoggy texture. The clouds are dust-ridden, blanketing any view of its ocean or land. He doesn't remember Earth looking so dreary, not since that time Little Planet transported him to the future momentarily. His ear twitches, the lack of sound deafening. Even his breathing feels too loud.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

Well... this is unexpected.

Sonic tucks his arms behind his head, his leg folding over the other as he stares into space. It's a beautiful view, but he bobs his foot anxiously, feeling the need to constantly move.

I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to get back.
I'm sure Tails can modify the Tornado to be able to travel through space.

A distant echo rumbles, and he peers over his shoulder, squinting at a sudden sea of purple. It is voluminous, with sparks of blues and pinks in its circular form. It swirls inward like a whirlpool, pulling everything in like the atmosphere, slowly drawing him inwards along with the surrounding clouds. He sees something metallic flicker behind it before being vacuumed in as well. He can do little as the bright energy takes him, a low hum resonating in his ears.

"Well... here goes nothing," he resigns, steeling himself as the world grows dark.

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Sonic's body flops onto tall, yellowing grass, his big nose digging into the earth. He sniffs a few times, but the expected earthy scent of soil and grain is overshadowed by smoke. Slowly, he lifts his head, faced with an outstretching plain and a sky painted with oranges and pinks. He grunts and places a gloved hand on the ground, lifting himself to his feet. His eyes land on a hunk of metal machinery, taller than an average human, engulfed in flames. Smoke trails into the air and crackling makes his ears twitch. It is like an aircraft with legs, something he would suspect Dr. Eggman to build. Bulky and sharp angles with defined jet engines and a strange open compartment.

Sonic starts to approach but stops when he sees two humans standing a few feet away, their bodies fuzzy by the heat.

Was this their aircraft? Are they okay?

He runs over, rounding the discarded machine, and his momentum waving the grass. Skidding to a stop beside them, concern is etched on his face. One of the human's faces is masked by a strange blindfold, his clothing monochromatic, and the other is a ginger in casual clothing. He holds up his palm in greeting, studying them. They didn't seem to be hurt.

 

[NuhUhLiarLiarPantsOnFire]

The Lord of Lances, Jakka
Jakka eagerly listened to Eupha‘s introduction, he looked away for a few seconds looking at something before deciding to continue the conversation

“so wha-“

he saw Eupha waving him come, wondering why but then realizing he’s gonna left behind, he runs to catch up to Eupha

“what the- WAIT FOR ME!”

he managed to keep up with her, but with Eupha’s sudden stop he almost knocked her down but he managed not to, he still fell though

”ACK!”

he quickly got back up, dusting himself off, he didn’t know what was going on so he asked Eupha ( Ploegy

“What’s going on?”


Shom of house windlance
”I’m… I’m not just made for this, not after what happened…“

he was in the library of castle malikor, holding a tome, he didn’t care about what it said, he only cared if it put him out of his misery, he flipped through some pages before he found a spell that he thought would do it, he stood high, raising his hands up and then letting them down as he casted his spell

“QUARE HOC INTERPERTARI!”

he said as he felt a huge gust of wind, surely there’ll some wind blades cutting him down right?… right?

no actually, no one knew what that book was or how it even got there, but when shom opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself in a field of perfectly green grass, well he was already surprised that he opened his eyes, but… he thought he was finally dead, that he joined Jacob in the great beyond, he fell to his knees, happy since god-knows how long

“YESSSSSSSS! FINALLY OUT OF THE FUCKING MISERY THAT FATHER CAUSED!”


But that was far from it, when he stood up and looked around, he found.. something, he didn’t know what it was, but he saw some dude, another one with a blindfold, and some blue looking animal.. is that a hedgehog? Whatever it was he didn’t care, he walked up to them, confused but he was also trying his best not to have an absolutely loud mental breakdown ( Keengoat Shroomie Ploegy )

 

[darkred]

• Lucius Verius

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  Lucius raised an eyebrow as Prompto commented about his armor and then had to run to get supplies.
  
  "Ok then..."
  
  Lucius looked rather confused as he grabbed some coins. He was going to get supplies himself before heading to the APOTHECARY. He was holding a new sword, and his armor was polished.
  Shroomie (Apothecary)

 

[darkred]

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[tab=Queen Gorgo, Spartan Queen]

Gorgo wasn't concerned about not being considered royalty here but she'd hide it for the sake of her people.

She returned with armor, a potion and a sword.

She headed to the Apothecary, watching a lady try to argue her way with Basil. It wasn't working, but hopefully they'd get information soon.

Shroomie (Apothecary)[/tab]

 

[darkred]

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[tab= Marius Titus]

The Roman felt strange around the princess, feeling bad for the condition she is seen in as everyone gathers to try to get inside to see her.

He gritted his teeth.

Shroomie and co (Castle Vasteltine)[/tab]

 

[Acethekidd]

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ᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴀᴋᴜʀᴀ "ᴏᴋᴀʀᴜɴ"
Tags: Linkle[ Shroomie ] | Kohaku[ Necromantic ]
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Okarun blinked, momentarily thrown by the sudden shift in Linkle’s demeanor. She was all pep and excitement one moment, and then something clearly rattled her. It wasn’t hard to spot the way her hood was pulled a little tighter around her face, as if she were trying to shield herself from something—or someone. He frowned slightly but decided not to push her on it just yet. Instead, he focused on her question.

"Uh, honestly? No idea," he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was just kind of… following along, I guess. Everything here’s so weird, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it." His eyes darted around, catching the occasional suspicious or disdainful glance from the townsfolk. The way they looked at Linkle—and even Kohaku—didn’t sit right with him. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling like a fish out of water.

“Parsley’s the one leading this whole deal, right? Guess sticking with you isn’t a bad idea. I mean, if we’re going to talk to the princess, might as well all be on the same page.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “You sure you’re okay, though? You looked pretty excited before, but now…”

He let the words hang in the air, hoping she’d take the hint. She’s been acting so confident this whole time. Maybe she doesn’t want to admit if something got to her, he thought. Still, the memory of her earlier determination stuck with him. If she was feeling off, he wanted to do something about it—even if he wasn’t great at this kind of thing.

Then, trying to lighten the mood, he offered a small grin. "Hey, at least you’ve got the hero thing down. If anyone can handle meeting a princess, it’s probably you. Me? I’m just hoping I don’t trip over my own feet in front of her.”

He looked at Kohaku “What about you??”

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[SheepKing]

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Tenderness

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[“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”]​

“…”

Despite Eupha’s sincerity, the words ‘mere strangers’ seemed to strike a particular note as he froze in place, a thousand thoughts flowing through his mind. However whatever it was would vanish, as Edward gave a slight smile as he scratched the back of his head.

“Right, strangers”

She may have reminded him of the deserts of Liore and the streets of Munich, but Edward knew nothing of Eupha herself. She was her own person, separate from all of Ed’s…everything. And while he’d enjoyed his time with her, and the longer he spent clinging to the familiarity she brought, the harder it may become separating her from memories of a home and people he’d never return to. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all. The least he could do was spare Eupha from what he’d put Alfons through.

However, there wasn’t a chance that Edward would even begin to try and articulate any that, so remembering the actual reason she offered to part ways in the first place, he’d take one final glance towards the horned girl before looking back, nodding in appreciation.

“Thanks, Eupha. It’s just that I have some stuff I’d like to ask her about…Maybe we can talk later?”

And that was that. The group made their way forward, and Edward spotted Eupha beginning a conversation with a blonde haired boy and man in green armor which provided him relief that she’d be alright. Edward would largely remain to himself, as an opportunity to speak with the horned girl never actually did end up coming to fruition. All he could do was idly take in the surrounding population, watching their reactions as the large group made their way towards the castle. He’d especially take note of the group of children who seemed to have a pretty nasty reaction to the elf girl’s presence. He was too far to hear most of the conversation, but that phrase ‘Heaven-Blooded’ seemed to spring up again.

“…I guess that’s going on the list of things to look into”

But save for that odd encounter, soon enough the group could spot the castle’s entrance over the horizon, the sight reaffirmed by Parsley quickly giving them a rundown on how to act in the presence of the princess, ending off with,

[So for Pete's sake, do try to hold your tongues]

He could damn near hear Mustang and the others laughing in his brain at the thought, the phrase “good luck with that” so vivid that it might as well have been spoken aloud. The Fullmetal Alchemist wasn’t exactly known for tempering his words, at least that used to be the general perception of him back in Amestris. But even someone like Edward knew pissing off the country’s governing ruler would probably be a pretty bad move, especially if he wanted to get a peek at the library. So if Parsley wanted them to be on their best behavior, Ed won’t mind complying even if for just a little while.

He’d attempt to pat away the dust from his slacks and smooth any stray hairs out of line, but no amount of that could ever make him be presentable enough for a place as ritzy as this. Well, it’d have to do for now as soon enough the group finally reached the castle entrance, greeted by a boisterous soldier who ushered them inside.

The castle was empty, like really empty. The group’s footsteps echoed throughout the halls as they made their way through, passing by kitchens, dining halls, and more without so much as a peep of noise from any other life. Now, the closest thing Edward had for reference was Buckingham palace back in England, but shouldn’t there be staff milling about? People sweeping the floors, nobles mulling about, that sort of thing. He even kept a mental tally for the amount of people they’d come across, only for that number to remain at a flat zero.

“It’s practically a ghost town…”

He idly muttered as the group finally reached a long spiral staircase, the last obstacle between them and the princess’s bedchambers.

And so, up they went, and save for Parsley’s complaints, Edward was left to contemplate the path ahead in relative silence. With every stair, he couldn’t help but be all the more thankful for the new automail Winry had given him back in Amestris. Hohenheim had done the best he could with what was available on that side of The Gate, but even thinking about trying to go up these stairs in his previous prosthetics made Ed wince. He was glad that the only thing he had to worry about now was the subtle ache of freshly installed automail and occasional squeak and creak that came with the repetitive movement of each joint. Still, it’d been two years since he’d last worn proper Automail, he had to get used to their weight all over again, which may or may not have led to him ever so slightly stumbling near the end. Thankfully he’d grabbed the handrail and steadied himself in time, and with the door to the princess’s chambers finally in sight nobody had noticed…as far as he was aware.

The Soldier knocked, and the group was greeted by a man with a bald glistening head and mustache. One might have thought the sight might remind Edward of a certain major, but his figure quickly did away with any comparisons, and Armstrong’s mustache, a trait passed down his family for generations, was far more impressive.

Either way, more importantly he was particularly against letting the group see the princess, and considering he was her butler that very well could have been the end of their journey then and there. Except, from behind the butler and door he stood guarded in front, Edward could hear a gentle voice, like the quiet chime of a bell, ring out, demanding the group be let in.

Edward spore a glance towards Sir. Humphrey, an eyebrow ever so slightly raised.

“Well…?”

Was the princess’ own butler really going to deny a direct command from her of all people?

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Interactions: [OPEN!] Ploegy (Eupha) Shroomie (Sir Humphrey)
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Location: Vespertine Castle (Princess’s Bedchambers)