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)
Mentioned: @/Shroomie (Linkle) @/SirPrompto15 (Zenitsu) @/NuhUhLiarLiarPantsOnFire (Jakka) Necromantic (Kuruna)
Location: Vespertine Castle (Princess’s Bedchambers)

 

[Kaiju Cat]

As the group stepped foot into the apothecary, Winry’s first impression is confusion being led to a dilapidated building far into the labyrinth of the castle town. She grimaced as a pungent aroma attacked her nose, almost making her retch. Basil’s comment on ‘that ram’ made her quirk an eyebrow adding to her confusion. Basil stumbled forward with a fearful look on his face as he waved his magic wand making light. Winry doesn’t think she’ll get used to seeing magic, the fireworks and the tales of a potential massacre still wrapped around her brain. She could see and hear Edward coming up with a hundred ways to explain away his strong belief in science over magic.

At least the lady in red asked the question that weighed on everyone’s mind. She didn’t see a need to add in her own input. She noticed Fauna stepping into the light, taking in the sight of the lady. Now, it makes sense and explains Basil’s ram comment. Those horns looked real. As everything else with Vespertine she took it as a normal occurrence. Her eyes darted to the odds and ends of Fauna’s apothecary, maybe just maybe Fauna has things she could use for medical purposes as she’s not just an automail engineer. She’s from a family of doctors. Though waited until Fauna answered Carmen’s question though Winry had a question.

Now, her gaze fell on Pyralis’s wings, the bone structure and its functionality intrigued her to the point of wanting to study it. Undoubtedly she’ll be up to her ears with work as auto mail is her expertise and life blood. Studying the anatomy of things is part of being an engineer and a doctor. Pyralis’s wings are not an exception. “ I never seen a wing like that before. It looks intriguing.” She can’t help but study it.

DovahBeat

 

[Shroomie]

Sir Humphrey looked around defeatedly, but all he saw and heard were the eager faces and voices of the people he was trying to keep away from his precious princess.

“Humphrey, that is a direct order,” the voice said yet again, and clearly the butler could not help but be swayed by its enchanting sound.

“Very well, Your Highness…” he sighed, stepping past the door and allowing them entrance into the bedchambers with a sweep of his arm.

The inside of the room was a lot larger than what the door suggested, one wall of the room lined with books, the paintings and daybed and furniture and general furbishment of the room suggesting money and power. There were maidens in the room, most likely there to clean after the owner of the bedchamber and tend to their every whim. Most of them encircled someone, who sounded very disconcerted.

“Veronica, enough…enough, I said! Back!” The person with the enchanting voice broke free from the circle of maids, looking slightly disheveled, but what was more striking about her appearance was the dark splotches that riddled her cinnamon skin, how one of her irises had seemingly turned the palest white from the splotches, and how her platinum blonde hair faded into an ugly, murky color.

Still, she was beautiful, far more so than any of the other girls that accompanied her in her bedchamber, tall and graceful, wrapped up in a green, silky dress that swirled on the ground behind her as she walked towards the group, her gold jewels and crown glinting in the sunlight poring in from a nearby window.

Her lovely voice matched her appearance. “Although I am not used to being asked to strangle another, I will try to take it as a compliment…I am Princess Andromeda. How do you do?” she greeted as she looked around at the visitors, a small smile appearing on her face.

Her eyes then lit up when they landed on one specific person. “You! You’re Basil’s younger brother, aren’t you?”

Parsley had turned a bright scarlet color as Andromeda singled him out of the group. “Uhhh….y-yes, ma’am- I mean Princess- uh, no, I mean Your Highness!” He sank into an awkward bow, his face somehow flushing into an even darker color. Sir Coriander chuckled as Sir Humphrey scoffed with disdain.

Andromeda tilted her head slightly, her smile widening slightly, but she did not laugh at his blunder. “Parsley, right? Your brother speaks highly of you. Tell him I said hello. Anyway, what brings you all to see me today? I rarely see visitors these days, you know.”

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“Ohhh, here to save Andromeda, are ya? Noble folk, you must be,” Fauna drawled, resting her elbows against the counter.

“Yeah. We have to go find-“

“The Blazei Flower, I know.” Fauna interjected. Basil nodded shortly.

Fauna raised an eyebrow. A cocky smile was still on her face, as if she knew the answer to the question that she was going to ask. “So, why are you telling me this again?”

Basil cocked his head to the side, frowning as his glasses glinted in the light his wand produced. “We need to know if you, y know… have a map or something.”

Fauna reached behind her counter and pulled out an old, tattered scroll. “Here’s a map of the Hellsgate Dungeon.”

Basil was stunned for a second, but he then lunged for the map, but the ram-girl was too quick, snatching it out of his reach before rubbing her thumb and two fingers together. “It’s gonna cost you, you know.”

The mage huffed through his nose before he reluctantly began pulling Eurums out of his pockets, the ones he had taken from the sack earlier.

 

[SirPrompto15]

Zenitsu Agatsuma
Shroomie Ploegy
"N...An honor to meet you Lady Eupha. My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma. I'm a Demon Slayer..."They were asked to come inside the chambers. "Sorry,we can talk later!" Zenitsu said to Eupha before going inside along eithbthe others. He looked around the chambers,impressed by the decoration.
His attention turned toward a group of made who circulated around someone. The same female voice from before asked them to step away.

There she was...She was still beautiful,but she looked sickly,or so Zenitsu thought. Zenitsu coudn't help but to be reminded of the Master,Kagaya Ubuyashiki, the leader of the Corps. He did meet him once,after being embeded after the Yoshiwara entertainment district mission. He was so kind hearted and considered Zenitsu like his son.

Zenitsu kneed in front of the princess. "A...An honor to make your aquintence your highness!" Zenitsu replied shyly. "Parsley-sama and Basil-sama summoned us to help you get the Blazei flower and help you get better! My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma,Kinoe rank Demon Slayer!"
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Katsuki Bakugo
Shroomie Kaiju Cat DovahBeat

Katsuki stares toward Fauna. "You know about this flower?" he spat. "Make it quick. The sooner we'll find it and I get to blow thst stupid demon King the sooner I can go back to my world!"
He also glances toward Winry and Pyralis. " What's so special about "Hawks number 2"'s wings?" He spat, arms crossed.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

No Longer Human.

Osamu Dazai.

The Lullaby

location

Heir Of Vespertine's Bedroom

outfit

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interactions

Kunikida, Sir Humphrey Mention Akutagawa, & Andromeda

tags

Kaiju Cat & Shroomie

"Ow, ow, ow! Kunikida, you could at least be gentle. If you wanted to smash me so badly, holding two meanings actually, mind that people are watching~!"

Dazai clucked his tongue, rubbing the spot his partner had jabbed him. Yet, the enchanting voice seemed to have continued, even persuading Sir. Humphrey from moving away. The brunette stood up from his crouch, nearly twirling right inside the bedroom chambers once the group was allowed inside. The interior designs of everything was getting taken in by him, piece by piece, and the order demanded from Andromeda brought his attention to where a bunch of maids surrounded a thin figure. Once the pests made way for the Princess, his goofy smirk fell away.

The girl who was set astray in her own very bed wasn't ugly-no, more of a faint memory to someone he knew from elsewhere. That person wasn't well acquainted with Dazai, but a dog was a dog. The splotches adorning Andromeda's skin were more duller, but if they were red, the 'two' of them would look just identical. Of course, he wasn't rude enough to replace anyone he was interested in, so one was special in different ways.

Though, when she waved off his hopeful dreams with a soft, chuckled comment, Dazai sighed. This woman had the attraction, but wasn't the right one for him anyway. At least he had the waitress back at the café right underneath the agency, despite that lady only wanting to meet the brunette so she could collect his debt. His pockets were empty when on hand, but the currency he had was fulfilling. He just liked using his subordinates' money instead, since it was much more convenient and the reactions were just wonderful.

"Ah, sad to see the offer whisked away on such high notice. I've already 'introduced' myself, so there really is no reason for me to speak of much more. But, since it seems I'll be staying here for much longer than I previously expected, just notify me immediately when you're feeling the urge of an odd feeling-a suicide panic! I'll always be free. I'm not quite sure if numbers and phones are famous around here though. If there were really electronics, that meant when everyone went back into their own worlds, perhaps everyone could stay in touch; Not as if I'd ever pick up anyway. My phone ring is more important (his own singing) than others needs."

Spied right behind Dazai was back to Atsushi's view of things. The comment from Akutagawa made the white haired boy jerk, facing his enemy with more of a steady gaze rather than one that meant kill. "Of course they are. Sometimes I wonder how much my apprenticeship with Dazai was compared to yours. Surely Dazai never had anyone to bicker with back then, did he?"

 

[DovahBeat]

Pyralis, after having joined up with the apothecary group, turned his head to winry and bakugo at the mention oh his wings.
"Oh, these? These are the Wings of Icarus, crafted by legendary inventor Daedalus and improved upon by the god of craftsmanship Hephaestus! And I may have worked on them a bit, too. Had to, since Hephaestus wasn't around to repair them when I needed it, so..."
He shrugged, the wings moving with his shoulders.
"They're powered by my own energy and magic crystals attuned to me."
He spared bakugo a glance, smirking slightly.
"Too bad you haven't been lucky enough to have been blessed by the Gods. Or even given a gift like I have. Shame, really, guess you're the real extra since you haven't been Chosen."

Shroomie (apothecary group)
Kaiju Cat (winry)
SirPrompto15 (bakugo)

 

[Kaiju Cat]

“They are acting like an old married couple.” Akutagawa left it there as Atsushi brought up if there were someone out there who shared a similar relationship like Kunikida and Dazai. He thought of Chuuya Nakahara, whose ferocity matched the shade of his hair, similar in age to Dazai. “He used to have a relationship with Chuuya just like that back in the day.” Hearing their bickering and seeing for himself, it felt like the headquarters was always in a state of chaos with those two near each other. Just imagining Chuuya in place of Kunikida is a recipe for wrecking eardrums, as the redhead man is either yelling or screaming, though he’s a good comrade, to his credit. Akutagawa could see Chuuya standing here wearing his pork pie hat and signature style. He could just see Chuuya and Dazai bickering about now.

When Dazai said smashing him in the homosexual context as a response to his jab, Kunikida grimaced, his face dusted scarlet. The brunette’s crude remark, not helped by Akutagawa’s statement of them being an old married couple, didn't help matters. Even if he’s gay, he’d never imagine himself with someone with a similar personality traits to Dazai. His comrade in the ADA is enough, nothing more.

He heaved an exasperated sigh at Dazai trying to pull the princess into one of his suicidal escapades. Yet again, as Kunikida expected, his words went in one ear and out the other with Dazai. The color in Kunikida’s face is normal again, though on edge, as the brunette is keen on dropping his crude litanies at his expense. As the cogs in the blonde man’s twist and turn, undoubtedly it’s Dazai’s plan all along to make him look bad in front of Princess Andromeda while the brunette looks like the oh-so-abused partner. He thinks Dazai is evil, very evil; he grits his teeth, as this is what the brunette is aiming for. He stares, letting loose on Dazai will prove he’s the bad guy while his partner looks like a saint. He’s not going to let the brunette have his way.


At the very least, the princess is level-headed, taking Dazai’s words as a compliment rather than being offended. “You’re lucky.” He feels like he could breathe easily. Granted, the princess gave the impression of being a kind and fair ruler. So, it eases Kunikida’s nerves and conscience, the edge he feels waning away as Andromeda isn’t offended. “You’re lucky her highness is a level-headed, kind woman. Dazai, you’re damn lucky you didn’t cause an incident with the princess. Next time you may offend the wrong person, think of how your antics will grind the ADA’s name down the dirty; think of what your actions will do to our boss’s reputation.” He’s tired of having to rein in Dazai or lecture him on his undesirable behaviors. It’s like wrangling a child, and the kid is Dazai. Kunikida is looking ready to tear his hair out at any given moment, or he’ll be bald by the time he’s 30 years old. He knows who is to blame.

As he finished his lecture, not expecting Dazai to listen any time soon. Kunikida can rest easy that nothing came out of Dazai’s quirky behavior for now. He sighs, shaking his head at the brunette annoyed at his crude jokes meant to provoke his temper, but those are for another lecture, and they never end as long as Dazai is an idiot or behaves like a goofy idiot. How Kunikida likes nothing more than to put him in his place. If only it will not incense Dazai’s bullshit more. He wordlessly makes his way to Andromeda, bowing to her. “I apologize on behalf of my partner.” He stared at Dazai as he put emphasis on comrade strongly; his comment didn’t leave his mind. He returned his gaze to Andromeda. “He’s the only idiot in the ADA; he’s like that with any woman. My advice is to not try to figure him out; I can’t; no one can. I employed a don’t ask, don’t bother policy with him; that’s my piece of advice for you, your highness.” He listens as Zenitsu has his moment with the princess.

“ if you have any information on the Blazei flower, so we can be of better help to you.” He reiterated what Zenitsu says, sounding and looking calmer and starker than his annoyance at Dazai. It’s an incentive for him to start his research, not really caring for a reward, as this is in his job description. Definitely it’s not his job to babysit a certain grown-ass man he knows. infuriated by the context of Dazai’s words along with his other less than amusing quirks. “ My name is Kunikida, you already met my partner, Dazai.”

CHUUYAS_HAT Shroomie

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Now it makes sense the wings are crafted by Pyralis’s gods. Winry isn’t religious by any means; the finer details and the intricacies of the wings made her appreciate Daedalus’s craftsmanship and the level of blood and sweat put into the wings by Hephaestus. “If you want,” she stepped up, her azure orbs going over Pyralis’s wings to study them at a closer range to get an idea of their anatomical structure, already deciding on helping the other as it’s her area of experience.


“I’m a prosthetic engineer. I handled Edward’s automail, from fine-tuning it and making adjustments to repairs.” She gestured to her large toolbox; spending those Eurums on materials may help with their trip through the hell’s gate dungeon. She’s not a skillful fighter, just a doctor and a mechanic. Fighting is more of Al’s and Edward’s thing. “Auto mail means metal prosthetic limb, by the way.”


Thinking of Ed and Al, her attention was taken by Bakugo snapping at Pyralis and her. Raising an eyebrow, Bakugo reminds her too much of Edward, with a similar explosive attitude and hair color, though not sharing the same eye color. She figured Hawks is someone from Bakugo’s universe. “I’m interested in learning about his wings for medical purposes. I am a prosthetic engineer; I have never seen a wing like his before. Now I know it’s crafted by his gods; I find their work intriguing, and I can't turn down someone in need.” She looks Bakugo up and down, on edge by his attitude, though he doesn’t scare her.

She gazes at Pyralis, a kind smile curving at her lips. “I’ll be more than willing to help you once we tie up the loose ends at the dungeon.” Winry walked over to Fauna, pausing as she was in a heated discussion with Basil. “Miss Fauna?” Winry grabs a list from her box. Noticing the map procured from Fauna, at least there’s no fumbling blindly in the hell’s gate. “I’m wondering if you can help me find some medical supplies.”
DovahBeat SirPrompto15 Shroomie

 

[Kaiju Cat]

Where:
Castle Town
Interactions:
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The pungent smell of fire and smoke left Ace in a daze as he scanned the ruins of Marineford for Luffy, as escaping together hinged on their victory of escaping from Marineford alive. Just as he spotted Luffy’s familiar straw hat as his kid brother landed somehow safely on the ground from the rapidly falling execution platform.


His mind went on pushing forward; escaping to the docks is the ticket to freedom, though it’s a premature victory until there’s considerable distance put between them and Marineford. The marines won’t stop until either Luffy or he is executed on government grounds. Ace won’t have it.


He can’t let them take the light away from Luffy with him having so much potential to be crowned the new pirate king. His mind went to fighting off the marines attempting to push forward as Marineford is no longer a war zone, just a hellhole literally.

The smell of mortar combined with Akainu’s magma devil fruit left an eerie feeling tugging at his psyche, not helped by the clashing of pirates and marines alike, nor the foul sight of bodies reduced to nothing by the magma, almost retching. He forced himself to keep going, pushing back, utilizing his Mera-Mera No Mi. Its flames helped cover a large radius, making it a good ability in his perspective.


He could see the docks through the thick black smoke. Just like that, shit hit the fan. He panicked, realizing they’d been separated; he wildly searched for Luffy in the chaos, his heart thumping loudly. This is bad, like really bad. If the marines get to him first, it’s over. Ace bit his lip in search of Luffy. He had to look for him, refusing to leave his baby brother behind. The familiar shadow of Luffy appears illuminated by the smoke and the bursts of fire burning here and there.


Hope, hope, hope, though it’s not over. Akainu’s words worked like magic, enraging him. He wasn’t going to let him speak ill of White Beard. He regrets not listening to his warning, regretting dragging everyone into this pointless war. His pops shouldn’t have come; they shouldn’t have come; none of them should have come to save his ass. He’s fucking stupid, so fucking stupid.


Akainu and he got into a scuffle. However, it didn't take long for Ace to see that his devil fruit had no effect on the imposing admiral, as his magma ability is eating through his fire. He saw right through his own folly. This whole war was pointless. In a split second he’s thrown back like a rag doll, falling face first onto the ground.

Akainu’s aiming for Luffy, much to his horror. His body and mind knew what to do. He wordlessly took Akainu’s large magma through the chest; he regrets nothing. He could die knowing he’s loved, dying in knowing he saved his knucklehead brother.


Trusting Jinbe will take Luffy from this shit hole. It’s sad to come to this, seeing it’s too late. He just regrets it’s a war that he got to see Luffy again, regrets not being there to see Luffy, the new pirate king. He’s in tears thanking him and everyone for loving someone like him. He can’t stand the pain of his organs fried by Akainu’s magma.

He succumbed to his fatal wounds, accepting his death and welcoming it. He woke up. Slowly, his eyes opened. He’s alive, though not in Marineford. Strange, he absorbed Akainu’s massive magma fist through his chest. There's no walking away alive from that. Shakily getting up, he’s not in Marineford anymore. He stumbles forward, catching sight of people wearing clothing that is unfamiliar to him. Very odd, too odd for his universe. He didn’t see any Marines that may happen to patrol by, no pirates, nothing. At the very least, any of the admirals.


Nor is old man Garp nearby. He thought Sengoku would have sent a garrison after him. None of this makes sense. He’s all healed up and alive, very odd. He yanks at his skin; maybe a jolt will help make this make sense. He’s alive; somehow, instead of celebrating, his heart was pounding as his eyes darted wildly looking for Luffy.


“Luffy... Luffy!! Oh no... no... “ He didn’t see his kid brother. Not even Luffy’s straw hat, at the very least a sign he’s alive. His heart sank to his stomach as his last act of love is sacrificing his life to save Luffy from Akainu. He began running madly, his body shaking, realizing the strong chance of Akainu getting to Luffy, making everything he did pointless.

He was bumped and shoved by the townspeople desperately looking for Luffy. “Luffy! Luffy! LUFFY!!” Ace screamed on the top of his lungs, running as his legs gave out from under him. His incarceration at Impel Down with the death sentence hanging over his head, starved and tortured. It felt like time had stopped there as well as his hopes and dreams.

It’s fucking stupid to bother counting time anymore. As he knows he won’t walk away without mental scars or trusting time will heal his wounds. “I’m so sorry, Luffy, it’s all my fault. I’m so stupid. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…” He hugs himself, breaking down sobbing.

“It’s all my fault you got dragged into the war... You’re dead because of me...” He didn’t see Jinbe as Akainu was hell-bent on taking either Luffy’s or his life. Whichever to secure the marine’s victory. He knows they won over his dumb ass. He’s so fucking stupid. Luffy would still be there if he hadn’t chased after Black Beard. If only he had listened to his pop’s voice of reason; if he had listened, the war wouldn’t have happened.

Luffy will be sailing with his friends. He was to be made the new pirate king, but he had to reach Laugh Tale, where his damned father supposedly left the One Piece. Luffy had to be prepared for the new world as Ace had done before him. He had sailed through its islands, making notes of how unpredictable things are there. He sobbed harder, hugging his knees to him. Jinbe promised to take Luffy away from that hellhole.

“It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry, Luffy...” Ace kept muttering as he sobbed; he didn't want to imagine his brother’s final moments. Akainu is a hulk of a man, both figuratively and in height. He kept pleading and hoping that somehow Jinbe got to Luffy first. He could be at ease if it’s the case.

[open for interaction]

 

[mimitchi]

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GINTOKI SAKATA

Marketplace

Prompto

SirPrompto15

"Ah."

The disappointment was evident in Gintoki's voice, and he started picking at his nails. The rest of Prompto's words were a mere buzz to his ear as he occupied himself with far more important thoughts like what he should eat for lunch or whether he fed Sadaharu before getting summoned to this strange land. What was the point of listening after he had gotten his hopes up for nothing?

"Manga? Comics?" There was a sliver of interest in his bored voice. He ran a hand through his messy silver hair and exhaled a dramatic sigh. "I doubt there's anything like that in a place like this. I mean, just look around! Bring up manga and they'll think you're talking about a fruit instead." Ugh, speaking of manga, how many issues of JUMP would he miss by being here? Groaning, he slammed his face into the palm of his hand in despair. Dammit, how am I going to find out what happened to Beruto during his fight with Sesuke?!

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[Morbuskid]

Stenir Fafnirson
Location: Fauna's Cabin

Interaction: Shroomie Ploegy darkred


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A wave of doubt and confusion cluttered Stenir's mind, though he was grateful to hear he was not dead or at least for what he knew possible wasn't death, he still had many questions that plagued his mind. As he thanked the lilting lady in red, he held his tongue on the seeming urgency of this matter. As they made their way deeper into the wooded visage, a man clads in classic armor, appearing mediterranean in nature beset upon Stenir and seemed to be trying to hold a casual conversation in a by-gone tongue. Unfortunately for the strange man, Stenir did not quite understand this tongue as it was a bit ancient for his ears to beholden and make conversation back, though he as heard it a few times in prayers and chants from his Frankish employers.

"I do not recognize this tongue, mayhaps you speak simpler?" Stenir recommended to the mediterranean man. As they made their way down scarcely trodden path, the silhouette of another cabin made its appearance. This rag tag group then crossed the threshold between the outer woods into this natural, albeit fragrant hut in the woods. Some seemed put off by the smell, but Stenir could remember his encounters with the Norse Shaman's and their strange practices, this was a causal affternoon from his childhood which brought back a lot of memories. darkred

He seemed lost between the trinkets and baubles, of dancing bones and woven wicker. A flood of the past began to play through his mind, he stared off somberly at one of the unique items, a unique runed stone much like his mother's amulet. The questions he had which remained unanswered in life, perhaps this would be the place to finally solve it. He would turn back around as the robed man discussed the matter of his mission with the shaman which to Stenir's surprise was half ram. A little shocked at first, he approached closer trying not to make it too obvious of his captured gaze.

He picked up the last of this interesting conversation, this 'Fauna' seemed to be more laid back and playful in her demeanor. She asked for her payment, and as the robed mage dug through his pockets to find her payment, Stenir moved closer "I hope this is not rude of me, or too personal a question, but what exactly are you?" He glanced about her features, the horns that protruded from her hair, her eyes which held slits rather than pupils. She was a marvel that Stenir attempted to wrap his mind around, perhaps she was of celtic origins? He heard stories from the lands of Eire about such fey creatures, but this may be the first he had seen one in person. Shroomie