Millennium City: Nova - Welcome to Millennium City! (Wave One Intro)

[ManyFaces]

Maxwell couldn't decipher most of what the letter had written, the code wasn't anyt hing he'd seen before. The magician turned a blind eye to another hobo being used to feed the book. Watching as the others fumbled around to understand where to go, he thought he'd seen a familiar W shaped haircut amongst the crowd. However, it wasn't likely he knew anyone around and it wouldn't benefit him "Yes, let's be on our way. Also, what kind of book is that, pal? I've never seen anything like it." He figured it was magic but it had a mind of it's own. Unlike his Codex Umbra which was obedient to his command... Except when it dragged him into the Constant. However that was then and this was now. Despite his hobo killing, Patrick seemed alright by Maxwell's standards.

Daunting_Doggo Haz.

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

Startled by the sudden swarm of papers that brushed past her as the letterbox burst open, she raised her arms to cover herself, letting out a short squeal as several letters pelted her, covering her body in white for a few seconds until they all blew back into the wind.
"Eeeh..?!"

Brushing herself down, she turned around to watch the letters blow into the wind and onto the floor outside the station entrance, bewildered by the surprising nature of the event; the Chicken took a few steps back, writing it off as a mere accident before turning her back on what she considered to be lost mail.

Unknowingly stepping into the American's path, she had turned only to see his torso before it smacked her in the face.
"Gah-!"

Niwatori stumbled back from the impact, she wasn't knocked over, but it still emphasized that he was physically superior to her.
Quickly shaking her head, she looks up at the man who had just bumped into her, a face of innocence; complimented by a hint of annoyance.

The pair locked eyes.

He had the look of a soldier, a fighter, a warrior.

As he dismissed her and waved his hand in apology to go and reach for the letters, she continued to stare at him at he walked past her, his comment made it clear what he wanted to do, but his wording suggested that his eyes were wavering.

'He reminds me of Ox.', Niwatori thought to herself.
Maybe this man was similar to the Ox in certain aspects, or maybe her mind was still playing up with fear and nerve about encountering the warrior in what only seemed to be a few minutes prior to bumping into the American.
Confused and flustered, Chicken did what she did best; play it off with casual chatter.


Once he had picked up the letter and held it behind him, she would look around confused, almost as if she hadn't realized that he was addressing her directly.
"W-who, me..? T-that isn't my mail, sorry about that!"
"Anyways.. uhm.. Excuse me, uhh.. Sir..? I'm a little lost here, I think I might've gotten on the wrong train or slept through my stop... C-can you tell me where I am..?"

If Lann were to head over and take the letter, she would walk over and stand alongside him, reading in on what was mentioned within the letter - Otherwise she would come up behind Frank and take the letter herself.

FactionGuerrilla Drakerus
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Frank, after having picked up the letter, frowned as he attempted a "speed-read" through the contents of the letter. This would have been a relatively simple task, but he was actually holding the damn thing upside down. Before the American could actually realize the paper was oriented the wrong way- again, usually a simple task- the brown-haired man heard a female voice speak behind him. Taking his attention off the "untranslatable" document, he raised an eyebrow at the young girl- the same one he bumped into a couple moments ago, he assumed. She seemed... Innocent in a way, he guessed. Under most normal circumstances, he would have probably belittled her for the strange costume- and the somewhat revealing skin- but, as he had been emphasizing for the last few minutes, this place was not normal whatsoever.

"T-that isn't my mail, sorry about that!" The girl squeaked, yielding a slight head tilt from the soldier as he looked slightly down to stare at her face, frowning. Did he imply that it was her mail beforehand? He didn't think so, but on the other hand he was kind of unsure about his own memory- a natural response, as he had no clue what had been going on before his "dream" or whether it was real alongside having no idea how he himself got to this weird world. The latter part seemed to be kind of universal with most folks at this train station, but he still wasn't so sure about his personal vision.

"Uhhh, did I ever imply that it was yours? It's a good thing it's not yours, though- whoever owns this stupid mailbox needs to take their freaking letters, not leave 'em unopened for the mailman to overstuff. Either way, it's their loss; I'm not a part of the S.O.G. without a dam- er, darn reason." The blue-eyed man responded, letting his eyes settle upon the letter again. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't exactly paying as much attention to the letters as he was to Niwatori. Hence, he completely missed the fact that he still held the dumb thing inverted.

The girl was also just as confused as Lann was. Damn it. So much for wondering if he could ask her about where the hell they were- but that was fine, since she at least spoke English. If he had to deal with some clown spewing insults in a different language like the jackass laughing at the other, more "conspicuous" group, Frank would have outright bashed the idiot in the face. Doesn't matter what kind of language you speak- actions speak way louder than words, in his personal experience.

"...'Sir'? I think you've got the wrong guy if you think I'm a nobleman. I'm just a soldier, kiddo- I take fighting orders, not sit at a table drinking tea," The CIA operative snorted aloud, although it- at least in his eyes- came out less pompous as it did slightly amused that she considered him a kind of gentleman. He was (literally) Frank- he was much more a down-and-dirty guy than a polite formal gent.

"But no, I can't tell you where in the world we are- literally. And from your looks, I'm willing to bet fifty dollars-" If that even exists in this world- "that you don't happen to remember today's date being somewhere close to 1969, or whether or not we're remotely near Vietnam and the war at all." This was more or less a test at his previous theory. If his hunch was right, the girl would say something probably way off- maybe even state that she has a completely different "calendar" system like Lann seemed to. He gestured towards the letter with his head, inviting the girl to have a look.

Lann nodded with a shrug when Frank explained the apparent mundane nature of his weaponry. At least he knew what bullets were since some magitech units used them to attack. They hurt, a lot.

“Yeah. It looks like we’re gonna be stuck here. Wherever ‘here’ is, anyway...” he replied to Frank’s own view of their current situation. Shortly after, the hail of envelopes happened and he was startled at first but quickly settled into silent wonder as the letters fell all around them. He approached Frank who had decided to pick one up and open it. Along the way, he noticed a certain girl who reminded him of that one lady who always seemed to wearing a chocobo suit. The coloration was obviously off though so there was little chance they were the same person. Still, there was something about her...

“C’mon, I bet you’re just as confused as we are. Let’s see what the letter says!” Lann beckons, gesturing to an open spot by Frank for her to get a good look at the letter.

FactionGuerrilla Centurion_

"Y'know, I'd say a letter from this place would at least tell us where and when we are-" A pause, sighing in frustration as he tried reading the letter again, completely oblivious to the fact that the letter was flipped over- "But it seems that folks here certainly don't speak or write English like we do." He wrinkled his nose in disdain, shaking his head...

There lay the mailbox, its entire upper half blown wide open as though something had punched a miniature explosion through the hatch, leaving it five times larger than its original size - shoddy, detonating craftsmanship, foul play, or a mere child’s prank…?
And the letters were equally as conspicuous: the envelope was blank: not a stamp, an address, nor a sender. Completely bare to the naked eye.
The message inside was written on a plain, white, 20-centimetre strip of office paper with a slight, faded wrinkle around the top right corner. Save for that, it was in pristine-clean condition.
But the strangest part truly wasn’t the peculiar destruction of the otherwise unremarkable mailbox, nor the condition of the letter within; it was the pencil-written line jotted in the very middle of the sheet: a message in an unrecognisable language, perhaps a code, in a swift, elegant handwriting. Mind-boggling to the eye, numbing to the brain, and puzzling to the very core…

“You’re holding it upside down.”

The bold, Transatlantic voice of a middle-aged man emanated a mere inch away from Frank’s ( FactionGuerrilla ) ear. Without giving the soldier a moment to react, a black-gloved hand reached over his shoulder, snatching the letter from the grips of his fingertips before holding it up in front of the trio’s ( Centurion_ , Drakerus , FactionGuerrilla ) gaze, now upturned.

52 Grapevine Street
North-East

“I wonder why they packed it like that…”

To the veteran’s left, a 6 foot-something, pale-faced gentleman with a crimson, pinstriped vest and the most ridiculous, glossy-black hairdo done into the shape of a curvy “W” stood, furrowing his brow whilst he stroked his chin.
He didn’t appear out of the ordinary, nor did much attention gravitate towards him as though he were an anomaly--he just stood, observing Frank’s letter from over his shoulder with a profoundly nosy curiosity.

"I don’t think this letter belongs to me or you, but I also don't think I can refuse to follow something this interesting..."


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...Until a strange-haired man snatched the letter out of the American's grasp and flipped it for him, finally putting together coherent wording. An address, more specifically. North-East? From this position, Frank guessed? But how the hell was he supposed to know which way that was, when he had no damn idea where the group-turning-squadron was? Or better yet: Who in the world is this newcomer who just barged in?

"And who might you be, pally? Another guy who just happened to magically lose their bearings on how they got here, just like me and literally a dozen others here?" The soldier inquired towards the guy who took the letter, trying to divert the 'light' of the scenario off of how he hadn't been paying attention to how he had been holding a fucking letter the wrong way. The newbie seemed much more like a "gentleman" that the girl had mistaken Woods for- decent attire, alright beard, and somewhat handsome, Frank had to admit. The only downside was his wacky-W hair, but he didn't really mind that compared to giant robots and interplanetary animals running around. But he digressed. Did this guy's identity really matter compared to figuring out where the group was?

...Nah. All that mattered was figuring out the group's bearings first. That was almost always first priority in Intel at HQ- knowing where you were, and taking in your surroundings. Frank had often left the "tactical" fuckery to Hudson, but right now he couldn't depend on Jason to get his ass outta this city. He'd have to figure out a way to gather knowledge- as much as he hated it and would prefer shooting shit up, he had no other options. He had a teenage kid, a somewhat shy girl, and a curious "gentleman" all seemingly crowding around him, expecting him to figure out what was going on. And he had no other options. Where could the others go if he didn't do anything? Hell, where could he go?

"Y'know what? Forget it, we can have introductions later. Right now we got bigger fish to catch," The Marine grunted before glancing around, spotting a map posted on a nearby wall. Gesturing for the other three to follow- just as he would to Mason- he walked up to the map of the big-ass city they were in. The title read "MAP OF MILLENNIUM CITY." That pretty damn well fixed their issues with knowing where they were- but the name certainly didn't ring a bell to Woods. Probably not in Vietnam especially since the map itself was printed in English.

"Well, that solves our problem of having to figure out where on Earth we are... If we're even on Earth..." He muttered, frowning as he took his mind off of such an idea of living on a different planet. Taking his finger, he quickly traced a route from the "YOU ARE HERE" pin all the way over to where Grapevine Street was- up and to the right on the map, of course. Memorizing the route, he silently nodded before realizing a couple more folks were also flocking over- totalling seven folks including Frank himself.

Shilo had wandered around the train station, taking in as much information as she could before finally sitting down on a random bench to think. It didn't look familiar, which was odd, since Eric and Xander usually used simulations that they had seen before to make it easier to create. The raven haired girl sighed and stood, deciding it was about time to ask what was going on. Her one good teal eye scanned the near by strangers, before her gaze fell upon a group of men. The twenty-one year old flexed her hands, reading to defend herself if need be -- that was her constant head space, fight or flight, two things she was particularly good at. Finally she approached. "Pardon me," she said. "This is going to sound stupid, but where are we, exactly?" The left side of her face was well hidden with her hair, yet the young woman held herself confidently and met the gaze of all that she addressed. Her posture was practically perfect, the sign of a well disciplined individual and the hard look in her gaze was further proof that she was, in fact, not someone to one would want to mess with.

Haz. Drakerus FactionGuerrilla darkred

"It doesn't sound stupid at all- in fact, don't be surprised or worried at all. I'd imagine half of the folks on that train don't even know where we are- just like me, just like all the other folks here," Woods shrugged mildly towards the other new girl. Again, under normal circumstances he'd be much more hostile- these weren't "normal" conditions. He couldn't blame the group for being so confused, so he pointed towards the map's title, and at the same time addressing the shit-eating (at least, it looked so!) man who had also picked up a letter and musing over it.

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Handsome Jack
Location: Near the train station
Feeling: Confused, Unknowning of his location,

The corporate madman had exited the station and picked the envelope in which the the meaning of “You’re holding it upside down” clearly confused him “Well this is kinda absurd, to be honest” Jack said to himself as he flipped the paper upside down to see the address “52 Grapevine St. North-East” “North-east 52 Grapevine Street... I’ll be sure to be ask someone”

Haz. FactionGuerrilla ​

"Millennium City, folks. Dunno if that means anything to y'all, but in my world there's no such thing as a 'Millennium City'. I'm also willing to bet that none of you live in the late '60s like I do," Frank repeated. The more times he repeated himself, the more acquainted he felt with being stuck in some crazy-assed place with some whacked-out nutjob-looking folks. After all, it couldn't be worse than Vietnam, right?

Haz. FactionGuerrilla

52 Grapevine Street North-East.

Asuka looked at the address that was included within the letter she was sent, but as soon as she tried to read it, she was hit with a similar problem to when she was trying to talk to Corvo. She did not know how to read English, either. She was only taught simple German both in school and under the custody of her parents. Desperately, she tried her hardest to read it, but she only was able to somewhat understand the numbers. The rest of the address, she was unable to comprehend it at all.

“Err... Fünf-zwei...W... Was..? Was? (Err... 5-2...W.... What..? What?)”
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As soon as she heard someone speaking, she immediately turned her head towards the strange-ish man. She figured that by the way he's acting towards the SOG agent and how he's trying to get him to read the letter's contents correctly, he must be the sender all along. Maybe he could help her understand the letter. Or maybe he might not be able to. Nonetheless, she decided to take her chances by getting the man's attention, saying out loud to him:

"Entschuldige!.. Ich verstehe das nicht... (Excuse me!.. I don't understand it.)"

While saying so, she held up the letter, its contents facing him.​

Finally, an extremely young-looking juvenile girl walked up to the CIA agent- of course everyone flocks around him and expects him to be a leader!- and began speaking in... Another language?!?! Well, it was kinda bound to happen, and he was guessing by the little kid's confused looks that even she was 110% lost like everyone else. And he had a hunch the girl had no sort of parent or guardian- he'd have to take her under his wing, too, he guessed.

"Uh... Crud, how do I put this without words?" Frank frowned, shaking his head before picking up the letter- the same one that Wilson had "translated" just a few moments ago. Damn it, Hudson would probably be fluent in the kid's language- was it German she was speaking?- and probably even figure out how to talk to her. Chewing his lip for a couple moments- and mentally noting how his tongue seemingly felt like it hadn't even been bitten- before pointing at the address on the paper and then smacking his finger right onto the street the group seemingly was supposed to go to. He nodded vigorously- almost comically, considering that most of the time the guy was shooting up folks fearlessly, not helping little kids. Unfortunately, Frank had no gauge of knowing how well the little kid understood it. Maybe one of his newfound "allies" could help?

"Do any of you folks know how to speak German, maybe? Talk to the kid and explain to her what's going on with everyone here?" He was making a small gamble on the idea that since everyone was from different times and places, someone had to have learned how to be bilingual!

"In the meantime, I suggest we head over to this address. See what's going on, maybe get some info from around here. I don't like the feeling of being exposed out here without any idea what's lurking around." The American frowned at the notion of going into something blind. He'd normally be relatively undaunted by such an idea, but when one adds what seemed to be real magic- not just those stupid illusion tricks- and more fictional, spacey stuff, and the unknown gets much bigger and dangerous. It's one thing to take on the "unknown" when you've already explored everything within it- it's a completely different scenario when you're tackling new things without any idea what you're going into.

Haz. marc122 Drakerus Rhysie Centurion_ Nightwisher

 

[Nightwisher]

Shilo turned her full attention to the man who answered her question, eyes narrowing a bit at his answer. What the hell does that even mean... she wondered. How could none of these people know where they were or why. "Address?" the woman asked, not having any previous knowledge of the letter or any instructions that could have possibly been given. "Wait, you're telling me that none of you know where we are or what this is and you want us to head toward an unknown address with a small militia of strangers?" The raven haired girl looked up at the man she spoke to and sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her knows, playing through all the scenarios she could think of in her head... in all of them, from what she had seen of the strangers, she ended up alive and well. "Fine... I'm Agent Saga, by the way." She introduced herself, not extending any hand to shake, looking around at the entire group around her as if she was introducing herself to all of them.

FactionGuerrilla marc122 Drakerus Haz. Rhysie Centurion darkred

 

[QizPizza]

Baiken

"Delsin, huh?" Baiken asked and then she took notice of the man's hand, offering a handshake. She looks back at him, who is visibly scared. She let's out a sigj before removing her one hand off her sword and shook Delsin's hand. After letting it go, she says to the young man "You may think that I am menacing, but to tell you the truth, it would be rather dishonorable for me to kill someone without reason. I can be rough and tardy, but I am also soft. I you're thinking of us being allies, consider this as a 'yes'."

QizPizza​

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Shilo turned her full attention to the man who answered her question, eyes narrowing a bit at his answer. What the hell does that even mean... she wondered. How could none of these people know where they were or why. "Address?" the woman asked, not having any previous knowledge of the letter or any instructions that could have possibly been given. "Wait, you're telling me that none of you know where we are or what this is and you want us to head toward an unknown address with a small militia of strangers?" The raven haired girl looked up at the man she spoke to and sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her knows, playing through all the scenarios she could think of in her head... in all of them, from what she had seen of the strangers, she ended up alive and well. "Fine... I'm Agent Saga, by the way." She introduced herself, not extending any hand to shake, looking around at the entire group around her as if she was introducing herself to all of them.

FactionGuerrilla marc122 Drakerus Haz. Rhysie Centurion darkred

Delsin Rowe

"Allies? Sweet!" Delsin wasn't a hundred percent sold on the whole soft thing, but he could tell that was, at the very least, honorable. Kinda like a samurai? He examined the single sheet of paper that the envelope from earlier contained. "Anyways, what's this paper say?... 52...Grapevine St...Street, North-East. Agh, why did they have to use such a small font?" Delsin turned to Baiken and Jax, complaining about the font size. Before his companions could ask him what it meant, he shrugged his shoulders and shoved the paper into his pocket. "It has what I think is an address, but what the place is or where it actually is, no idea"

"This is going to sound stupid, but where are we, exactly?" Delsin turned to see a raven haired girl not much younger than him, addressing Jax and a small people. She gave off a very serious vibe, just like 50% of the people Delsin has seen. The other 50%? Random people that look like they got pulled straight out of video games or cartoons. She was attractive, but also looked all business. "What the heck? Why can't there every be just ONE person who doesn't look like they can murder me without a second thought here? At least it's not all bad. Most of girls around here are hotter than most I've seen in Seattle."

The girl got her question answered by a US soldier from the 60s or something, mentioning something about a Millennium City. The girl Heading to the address seemed like a good enough idea, especially when they had nothing else to go on. She eventually decided to go along with the plan and introduced herself as Agent Saga. An agent? Most likely government. She didn't look the part, but her attitude sure made seem possible. She didn't offer a hand, but Delsin moved past the others and offered his anyways, not missing the opportunity to make a good impression on the girl. "What's the worst that can happen? Wait. Don't ask that question."

"Nice to meet you, Agent Saga, name's Delsin. These two behind me are Baiken and Jax. We might as well stick together. Safety in numbers, right?"

Interacting With: Zamasu darkred Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla

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[Zamasu]

Baiken

The samurai would inspect the letter much like the rest. She didn't cared about the font, but what she did care is the address. "I guess this is some place where we should go." She says, and then a newcomer came in. "Hmm...the more people the better, like the more wolves in the pack, the more dangerous they can be." She thought before saying to the newcomer "Hey..."

QizPizza darkred Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla​

 

[marc122]

Asuka was watching people introduce themselves to the growing crowd of the confused; Agent Saga the raven-haired assassin had already given out her name, so did Delsin.

"...Asuka..."

The little girl said, lightly, having grown a little timid since she was seeing people coming up on each other right near her from left-and-right, and she wasn't exactly used to being around nobody but adults all around her. Before, the last time something like this happened, it was the constant showing-up of the same dozens of students at her kindergarten classroom. Now, she felt alone, as if there was nobody else that was a child.

Noivian Nightwisher FactionGuerrilla QizPizza Zamasu​

 

[Haz.]

...Until a strange-haired man snatched the letter out of the American's grasp and flipped it for him, finally putting together coherent wording. An address, more specifically. North-East? From this position, Frank guessed? But how the hell was he supposed to know which way that was, when he had no damn idea where the group-turning-squadron was? Or better yet: Who in the world is this newcomer who just barged in?

"And who might you be, pally? Another guy who just happened to magically lose their bearings on how they got here, just like me and literally a dozen others here?" The soldier inquired towards the guy who took the letter, trying to divert the 'light' of the scenario off of how he hadn't been paying attention to how he had been holding a fucking letter the wrong way. The newbie seemed much more like a "gentleman" that the girl had mistaken Woods for- decent attire, alright beard, and somewhat handsome, Frank had to admit. The only downside was his wacky-W hair, but he didn't really mind that compared to giant robots and interplanetary animals running around. But he digressed. Did this guy's identity really matter compared to figuring out where the group was?

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"Y'know what? Forget it, we can have introductions later. Right now we got bigger fish to catch," The Marine grunted before glancing around, spotting a map posted on a nearby wall. Gesturing for the other three to follow- just as he would to Mason- he walked up to the map of the big-ass city they were in. The title read "MAP OF MILLENNIUM CITY." That pretty damn well fixed their issues with knowing where they were- but the name certainly didn't ring a bell to Woods. Probably not in Vietnam especially since the map itself was printed in English.

Frank's less than pleasing demeanour didn't seem to be winning him any pleasantries from the gentleman, whose teeth-grating and brow-furrowing were an obvious tell as to what he was thinking. He's known some folk with less-than pleasing attitudes, yet none really flaunted it as much as the gun-slinging soldier. Sure, serving in the military was likely a tough experience, but what even was his problem? The question puzzled the stranger, yet he didn't bother to dwell on it. Likely just a cranky drill sergeant, or a gender-shifting hag.
"Yes, yes, you're probably very busy practising your intimidation tactics..." The man murmured, scratching his temple with a look of mild aggravation.​

Maxwell couldn't decipher most of what the letter had written, the code wasn't anyt hing he'd seen before. The magician turned a blind eye to another hobo being used to feed the book. Watching as the others fumbled around to understand where to go, he thought he'd seen a familiar W shaped haircut amongst the crowd. However, it wasn't likely he knew anyone around and it wouldn't benefit him "Yes, let's be on our way. Also, what kind of book is that, pal? I've never seen anything like it." He figured it was magic but it had a mind of it's own. Unlike his Codex Umbra which was obedient to his command... Except when it dragged him into the Constant. However that was then and this was now. Despite his hobo killing, Patrick seemed alright by Maxwell's standards.

Daunting_Doggo Haz.

The gentleman's heart skipped a beat, face pale and eyes wide as the maw of a shark.

"That face..."

From a calm and collected, yet mildly annoyed expression, his face morphed and contorted into a sharp scowl, baring his teeth as his murderous gaze focused on Maxwell like the look of a predator closing in on its prey.

"MAXWELL!"

As though he were a charging bull, the man broke into a hasty sprint, shoving past the crowds of people that flocked all around the streets, panting like he'd just run a marathon.
Before anyone could process anything, he leapt into the air, tackling the magician to the ground and slamming his fist into his abdomen.
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! Where did you take me this time, hm!? Another one of your twisted playgrounds, I presume!?" He grilled, snatching his familiar's collar and tugging at it with a vicious intensity in his eyes and words.


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[ManyFaces]

Maxwell shouted in alarm. So it was Wilson after all. The force of the scientist's blow causing Maxwell to clutch his abdomen in pain and wheeze. But he maintained eye contact with the furious little man. "Higgsburry... This... wasn't my doing!" The magician slowly regained his composure from the sucker punch. "You should already know I've been disposed from the throne." Maxwell shoved Wilson off him and dusted himself off "And you're such a savage, the first thing you do is blame this on me and try to deck me!" The magician's voice briefly rising. It wasn't every day he got hit without provoking something.

Daunting_Doggo Haz.

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Location: The train station.
Mentions: Haz. ManyFaces
Location: Near the train station.

Pat was following the book leading him to the address slowly and with a couched back, his boredness only able to only reinforced by his struggle to keep his eyes open and not to yawn. Luckily his boredness was able to be somewhat lowered by Maxwell posing him a question, something to talk about while walking to the location.
"Well you see the codex quendam excessum, is actually a connection between this realm and the immaterium, it allows me to give it something in return for something it deems equivalent..." As his explanation was interrupted by Maxwell being tackled on the ground.

His book almost jumps to tackle Wilson but Pat quickly makes it sit, he then sits with his legs crossed as he taps on his leg. That signals the book to come sit on it, pat then puts his fingers in the eye on the book pulling out a blue substance;
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted with this book I am able to siphon the essence of conscient living beings and then create impossible feats. Such as". He then pulls apart the blue substance into two rings, he somehow phases his hands through both Wilson and Maxwell's body leaving a ring in each of one's body.

"Right, now I must congratulate the new couple. The two rings placed inside of you are a thing of my own concoction, I meld a soul into two rings able to make two people connected feel whatever the other is feeling through their skin. So now how are you the new person with a bigger than average head? Is that a normal thing in this universe?."

 

[Drakerus]

Lann also hadn’t noticed that the letter was upside down. He gave a simple ‘oh’ before turning to regard the one who had snatched it up. The man was dressed rather nicely but as soon as Lann noticed his rather...eccentric hairdo, the boy began to snicker. This soon broke out into full on laughter.

“Dude! What’s with your hair!? It looks extra crispy!” Lann exclaimed in between fits of laughter. He eventually settled down and simply smiled at Wilson, a curious look in his eyes upon hearing about the letter’s contents. Haz.

“Uh, what’s a street?” He tilted his head in confusion before following Frank’s lead and heading over to take a look at the map. Upon glancing at it, the boy’s eyes seemed to begin rolling into the back of his head. He had no idea how to read this. He’d never seen a map this huge before! In the end he decided not to bother and just follow the group when they started moving. Looking around again, he noticed an ESPECIALLY unique looking individual. He immediately ran up to the magical robot looking man.

“Whoooooaaa! You look really cool! Where’d you get that helmet? Do you have a giant super robot!?” Daunting_Doggo

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[Centurion_]

Frank, after having picked up the letter, frowned as he attempted a "speed-read" through the contents of the letter. This would have been a relatively simple task, but he was actually holding the damn thing upside down. Before the American could actually realize the paper was oriented the wrong way- again, usually a simple task- the brown-haired man heard a female voice speak behind him. Taking his attention off the "untranslatable" document, he raised an eyebrow at the young girl- the same one he bumped into a couple moments ago, he assumed. She seemed... Innocent in a way, he guessed. Under most normal circumstances, he would have probably belittled her for the strange costume- and the somewhat revealing skin- but, as he had been emphasizing for the last few minutes, this place was not normal whatsoever.

"T-that isn't my mail, sorry about that!" The girl squeaked, yielding a slight head tilt from the soldier as he looked slightly down to stare at her face, frowning. Did he imply that it was her mail beforehand? He didn't think so, but on the other hand he was kind of unsure about his own memory- a natural response, as he had no clue what had been going on before his "dream" or whether it was real alongside having no idea how he himself got to this weird world. The latter part seemed to be kind of universal with most folks at this train station, but he still wasn't so sure about his personal vision.

"Uhhh, did I ever imply that it was yours? It's a good thing it's not yours, though- whoever owns this stupid mailbox needs to take their freaking letters, not leave 'em unopened for the mailman to overstuff. Either way, it's their loss; I'm not a part of the S.O.G. without a dam- er, darn reason." The blue-eyed man responded, letting his eyes settle upon the letter again. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't exactly paying as much attention to the letters as he was to Niwatori. Hence, he completely missed the fact that he still held the dumb thing inverted.

The girl was also just as confused as Lann was. Damn it. So much for wondering if he could ask her about where the hell they were- but that was fine, since she at least spoke English. If he had to deal with some clown spewing insults in a different language like the jackass laughing at the other, more "conspicuous" group, Frank would have outright bashed the idiot in the face. Doesn't matter what kind of language you speak- actions speak way louder than words, in his personal experience.

"...'Sir'? I think you've got the wrong guy if you think I'm a nobleman. I'm just a soldier, kiddo- I take fighting orders, not sit at a table drinking tea," The CIA operative snorted aloud, although it- at least in his eyes- came out less pompous as it did slightly amused that she considered him a kind of gentleman. He was (literally) Frank- he was much more a down-and-dirty guy than a polite formal gent.

"But no, I can't tell you where in the world we are- literally. And from your looks, I'm willing to bet fifty dollars-" If that even exists in this world- "that you don't happen to remember today's date being somewhere close to 1969, or whether or not we're remotely near Vietnam and the war at all." This was more or less a test at his previous theory. If his hunch was right, the girl would say something probably way off- maybe even state that she has a completely different "calendar" system like Lann seemed to. He gestured towards the letter with his head, inviting the girl to have a look.



"Y'know, I'd say a letter from this place would at least tell us where and when we are-" A pause, sighing in frustration as he tried reading the letter again, completely oblivious to the fact that the letter was flipped over- "But it seems that folks here certainly don't speak or write English like we do." He wrinkled his nose in disdain, shaking his head...



...Until a strange-haired man snatched the letter out of the American's grasp and flipped it for him, finally putting together coherent wording. An address, more specifically. North-East? From this position, Frank guessed? But how the hell was he supposed to know which way that was, when he had no damn idea where the group-turning-squadron was? Or better yet: Who in the world is this newcomer who just barged in?

"And who might you be, pally? Another guy who just happened to magically lose their bearings on how they got here, just like me and literally a dozen others here?" The soldier inquired towards the guy who took the letter, trying to divert the 'light' of the scenario off of how he hadn't been paying attention to how he had been holding a fucking letter the wrong way. The newbie seemed much more like a "gentleman" that the girl had mistaken Woods for- decent attire, alright beard, and somewhat handsome, Frank had to admit. The only downside was his wacky-W hair, but he didn't really mind that compared to giant robots and interplanetary animals running around. But he digressed. Did this guy's identity really matter compared to figuring out where the group was?

...Nah. All that mattered was figuring out the group's bearings first. That was almost always first priority in Intel at HQ- knowing where you were, and taking in your surroundings. Frank had often left the "tactical" fuckery to Hudson, but right now he couldn't depend on Jason to get his ass outta this city. He'd have to figure out a way to gather knowledge- as much as he hated it and would prefer shooting shit up, he had no other options. He had a teenage kid, a somewhat shy girl, and a curious "gentleman" all seemingly crowding around him, expecting him to figure out what was going on. And he had no other options. Where could the others go if he didn't do anything? Hell, where could he go?

"Y'know what? Forget it, we can have introductions later. Right now we got bigger fish to catch," The Marine grunted before glancing around, spotting a map posted on a nearby wall. Gesturing for the other three to follow- just as he would to Mason- he walked up to the map of the big-ass city they were in. The title read "MAP OF MILLENNIUM CITY." That pretty damn well fixed their issues with knowing where they were- but the name certainly didn't ring a bell to Woods. Probably not in Vietnam especially since the map itself was printed in English.

"Well, that solves our problem of having to figure out where on Earth we are... If we're even on Earth..." He muttered, frowning as he took his mind off of such an idea of living on a different planet. Taking his finger, he quickly traced a route from the "YOU ARE HERE" pin all the way over to where Grapevine Street was- up and to the right on the map, of course. Memorizing the route, he silently nodded before realizing a couple more folks were also flocking over- totalling seven folks including Frank himself.




"It doesn't sound stupid at all- in fact, don't be surprised or worried at all. I'd imagine half of the folks on that train don't even know where we are- just like me, just like all the other folks here," Woods shrugged mildly towards the other new girl. Again, under normal circumstances he'd be much more hostile- these weren't "normal" conditions. He couldn't blame the group for being so confused, so he pointed towards the map's title, and at the same time addressing the shit-eating (at least, it looked so!) man who had also picked up a letter and musing over it.



"Millennium City, folks. Dunno if that means anything to y'all, but in my world there's no such thing as a 'Millennium City'. I'm also willing to bet that none of you live in the late '60s like I do," Frank repeated. The more times he repeated himself, the more acquainted he felt with being stuck in some crazy-assed place with some whacked-out nutjob-looking folks. After all, it couldn't be worse than Vietnam, right?



Finally, an extremely young-looking juvenile girl walked up to the CIA agent- of course everyone flocks around him and expects him to be a leader!- and began speaking in... Another language?!?! Well, it was kinda bound to happen, and he was guessing by the little kid's confused looks that even she was 110% lost like everyone else. And he had a hunch the girl had no sort of parent or guardian- he'd have to take her under his wing, too, he guessed.

"Uh... Crud, how do I put this without words?" Frank frowned, shaking his head before picking up the letter- the same one that Wilson had "translated" just a few moments ago. Damn it, Hudson would probably be fluent in the kid's language- was it German she was speaking?- and probably even figure out how to talk to her. Chewing his lip for a couple moments- and mentally noting how his tongue seemingly felt like it hadn't even been bitten- before pointing at the address on the paper and then smacking his finger right onto the street the group seemingly was supposed to go to. He nodded vigorously- almost comically, considering that most of the time the guy was shooting up folks fearlessly, not helping little kids. Unfortunately, Frank had no gauge of knowing how well the little kid understood it. Maybe one of his newfound "allies" could help?

"Do any of you folks know how to speak German, maybe? Talk to the kid and explain to her what's going on with everyone here?" He was making a small gamble on the idea that since everyone was from different times and places, someone had to have learned how to be bilingual!

"In the meantime, I suggest we head over to this address. See what's going on, maybe get some info from around here. I don't like the feeling of being exposed out here without any idea what's lurking around." The American frowned at the notion of going into something blind. He'd normally be relatively undaunted by such an idea, but when one adds what seemed to be real magic- not just those stupid illusion tricks- and more fictional, spacey stuff, and the unknown gets much bigger and dangerous. It's one thing to take on the "unknown" when you've already explored everything within it- it's a completely different scenario when you're tackling new things without any idea what you're going into.

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Niwatori nervously chuckles in response to his comment about who's mail it was implied to be, she didn't really know how to respond at first; he never had implied that it was her mail almost making it feel like somewhat of a awkward thing to pick up on instead of accepting her apology. Two things soon became clear to her, the first being that this American was more of an analytical and logical thinker; opposed to someone more in touch with their emotions. The second being that upon the man expanding on his point, his remark had no hidden meaning behind it; it was simply a snarky remark.

'What's an S.O.G?', she thought to herself, taking a mental note of the acronym for later research; small details like these were important to her, it was part of her job, more-so her life to pick up on these sorts of things whilst working in the field of intelligence.

The Chicken stepped over besides Woods, his attention was focused directly on her; which was made entirely obvious by the fact that he was holding the letter upside down, which she managed to noticed instantly upon setting eyes on the piece of paper and more evidently his eyes had 'distraction' written all over them.
'Does he find me attractive or cute..? Or is he trying to read me and elicit some kind of response from me?', she questioned herself, looking up and smiling at him to show that he had her attention.

As he continued to speak, he began to answer her question about where they were; disappointment struck her as he first sarcastically remarked about answering the question, however her eyes widened with confusion and intrigue as he mentioned the 1960s and Vietnam. To her, Vietnam was a war of the past, one that the Niwa family played a heavy part in many many years ago.
"Vietnam..? Uhm.. That war ended years ago...", The girl said with a heavy tone of confusion in her voice.

Curious to see what else the man would do, she simply remained quiet for once in her life; there was no need to cloud his thought with words, nor was there any reason to try and figure anything out for herself when this man would do all of that for her. She simply observed him, playing along and mirroring similar emotions to him, smiling and giggling when he finally realized that the letter was upside down.

More and more people began to crowd around, there was far too many people for her liking, keeping a vigilant eye on the rest of the group, she continues to follow Woods and Lann, keeping her contacts small for the time being, she didn't need anyone else other than these two who already seemed more than accepting of her presence.

She could've spoken some German to that small girl, but she didn't want to people to know too much about her, being seen as cute and innocent was a good position to be in for her and would give her enough attention to be cared for by the rest of them. The Chicken continued to follow the American, at once point raising an eyebrow at Lann who for some odd reason didn't know what a street was, writing it off as childish behavior, she mostly ignored everyone else.

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"O, ac felly mae'r ci yn siarad? Rwy'n falch iawn, rwy'n wirioneddol." (Oh, and so the dog speaks? I'm impressed, I truly am.) He said with a hint of sincerity. He glanced over the paper as he spoke, the blank expression of his face growing seemingly cold as his body language became less jaunty with emotion, and became stiff, stone cold, reading the letter.

"Nid yw'n ddiffygiol." (It's not in glyph.) He restrained himself from crumpling the paper in his hands and demanding a new paper for himself, but instead, he just held the paper a little harder, before releasing his rage. He tried to analyze the message again, keeping his mind open to the actual content of the letter.

'52 Grapevine Street North-East'

He didn't grasp the first two characters, or the entire second group of mon'keigh imitation runes, but he got the conveyance of 'Street' and 'North-East'. Immediately, craned his head to face the sky, he squinted his eyes. He traced his fingers in the sky almost absentmindedly, pointing to the moon above, then to what seemed to be nothing but a cluster of unrelated blips, not even stars charted by known man, or stars that would be easily recognized. He nodded to himself, looked downwards to his feet, and repositioned himself to face directly towards the group.

"Dyna'r gogledd-ddwyrain. Dywedwch hynny at eich ffrindiau, gwraig." (That's northeast, tell that to your friends, Sororita.) He said plainly, pointing directly forwards, past the group.

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[marc122]

Haz. FactionGuerrilla Centurion_ Daunting_Doggo

There was very little for Asuka to do other than walk along and watch, as tons of people here commuted to each other in the same language Corvo spoke to her at first. Maxwell was tackled by Wilson, whom he is currently being mauled by. Lann had noticed thwas realizing that he had the letter upside-down. Meanwhile, as Pat restrained his book from attacking Wilson, Niwatori was pondering over Frank Woods’ doings in the past. Finally, she saw Felnor talk in a language that she absolutely couldn’t understand, and was way more complicated than English.​

She was still hugely unfamiliar. After all, she was a young child out of Germany. So she decided to keep walking on and stayed silent.​

 

[Nightwisher]

~Shilo Saga: Interacting with Delsin ( QizPizza ), Baiken ( Zamasu ), and Asuka ( marc122 ). Open to interact with anyone.
Location: Train station

Shilo looked over at Delsin and those he had added in his introduction and gave a nod of hello,making sure she remembered their faces and names. "Hey," she murmured to Baiken as the female samurai greeted her. The assassin's teal gaze made its way back to Delsin when he spoke of "safety in numbers." "Safety in numbers is usually an illusion." She said, looking over at all the members of the group. "Often, there is one or more hero that ends up putting themselves, or the entire group in danger for personal gain or some kind of idiotic plan of some sort." And as this was an entire group of perfect strangers, the risk of having one or more idiots was higher than usual, however as this was a completely unknown area to any of them... perhaps there was a bit of safety in numbers. The raven haired woman sighed, then heard a smaller voice speak up in introduction and turned her head to see a small child. "Asuka? Hello." Shilo greeted, her tone softer than it had been with the adults she had spoken to, but still the assassin offered no hand to shake, being overly cautious at how close any one person got to her.

 

[marc122]

Nightwisher

Finally, it was the 4-year old girl who got paid attention to as well, as she turned towards Agent Saga. Although she didn’t speak in her native tongue, at least she spoke a word that could roughly translate to “Guten tag”, commonly used for greetings in, well, German. Needless to say, she did hope that the young woman would be able to speak to her in German, since she fid come from a different place from a different time after all, just like everybody else.

“...Guten tag. (...Guten tag.)”​

 

[Rhysie]

Handsome Jack
Status: Yet Confused, but a bit clarified about whatever's going on

"Well, this doesn't look like something out of ancient ages" The corporate madman stated "And if there were fucking signs, then I shouldn't have asked what the fuck this was. For the better no one's killing each other for a fucking train ticket just like back in my place.. no kidding, and usually people never end up meeting up in these kinda places right as someone went with a weapon and showing off how cool it is and then killing them"

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His burst of chortling and taunting set her off edge. A slow smirk began to slowly work its way across her features, holding back a cynical laugh herself. She was trying so hard to not make the stranger harrowingly make out with her fist.
She tore her gaze away from the masked figure before her, a hint of disgust still dancing across her face. "Well, it appears you seem to understand him." Widowmaker remarked to the white haired man, the corner of her lips beginning to tug downwards. "Warn him that I won't tolerate his mockery." She spat, glancing back at the unapologetic bumper.

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What happened? Why was the infamously placid and heartless assassin about to explode on some hooligan? She internally grimaced at this, still desperately scrapping for reasons in the isolation of her mind. The person who could possibly crack down on this predicament would be Moira, but now she had no clue where she was or if she was even the one responsible for this.
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The Stranger had previously interacted with no one and in the idle silence of his calm thoughts the sudden explosions of letters caused his to jump backwards quickly in a sudden reaction, the action deeply instilled within him. His hand went to his side, for either his gun or his sword but it found none and he quickly stands back up straight, grabbing a letter out of the air and looking it over. He grabbed a few others to make sure if they were all the same or different and looked over it for all the details. It seemed whatever force brought them here and decided to greet them.

 

[darkred]

Jak turned toward the crowd now gathering "Yeah, like Delsin said.. My name is Jak.

The eco warrior nodded eyeing the new crowd, Asura, Frank, Sage and looked over at the letter he had gotten and then back at Delsin and his allies "So you think we should head to this place? Could be some sort of elaborate trap. In my experience, something usually happened like that to me.."

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[FactionGuerrilla]

Frank took in a deep breath, listening to the young, scantily-dressed girl respond with stating that the Vietnam War was over- at least, in her world. He grunted aloud, furrowing his brow as he took a couple moments to think about that before answering her himself.

"Years ago? Well, you get my point. And before you ask, yeah- I know, this all sounds crazy. Just try to freaking bear with me with this- I'm not Einstein but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on around here," he noted before taking a glance at all the other folks gathering around. Smoke Boy and One-Armed Chick were both gathering around, resulting in their long-eared pal joining them too. The other woman who had joined him seemed a little more than irked at his lack of knowledge on the damn place, causing him to shoot the female a smaller glare.

"Hey, that kinda attitude ain't gonna be landing you any favors, Miss-High-Up, and unless you have any other knowledge on this huge city, I don't think we have a freaking option. If you don't think a buncha letters that literally have the exact same address posted on it isn't suspicious, then I don't know what is- especially with metal giants and whatnot running around the damn place," Woods grunted, hints of irritiation dripping through his voice as he shook his head, ignoring the strange-haired man's remark towards him. He frowned when Jak suggested that the address could potentially be a trap, thinking the possibilities out before responding.

"Do we exactly have any choice? Like I said, we have no leads- just some freaky letters that just happen to all have the exact same message on them- and considering we're pretty much the only ones that noticed or cared when that mailbox-" a glance towards it as he spoke, his frown deepening as he realized the mailbox had actually expanded when it exploded- "I think it already screams 'SUSPICIOUS' in bright bold letters in the first place. Besides, if y'all at least know how to beat folks up, we'll be fine. At least, hopefully." Frank grimaced at the last part, especially at the thought of being vulnerable and having to resort to fistfights in the first place. At this point, though, Wilson arbitrarily decided to go hurtling through the crowd towards the creepy dude- who happened to also be walking next to a damn voodoo-looking figure, who also drew the attention of Lann. The American grit his teeth as he watched the man who just berated him for his "intimidation" began to beat the living shit out of the creep, before moving towards the pair as quickly as possible, likely inadvertently drawing the others with him.

"Alright, pal- get offa this creep! He ain't worth our time, we should be getting outta here and moving!" The soldier snapped loudly as he began to pull Wilson off of Maxwell, grunting as he tried to pull the flailing man away- too late to stop Pat's curse upon both of them, unfortunately.

"If it makes you feel better I'm all for grudges, but now isn't the time to be setting it out on the streets in public!" He scowled, finally pulling the W-haired man off his archnemesis and moving on to Lann to get him away from the crazy-looking priest.

"Same with you- we've got better things to do than stare at random strangers, buddy." His tone was much softer with Lann than Wilson, although that was probably due to the boy being younger and somewhat less "savage" than the scientist. Grabbing him- somewhat firmly- by the shoulder, Frank nudged the kid away from Pat without saying a word towards the "religious-looking-gone-wrong" freak. He turned his sights towards a nearby street sign, reading what it said to reorient himself before jabbing in the right direction and shouting towards the group still confused on the train station- all the more dangerous-looking folks, to be more specific.

"Hey, how about y'all stop talking and start moving your hides? Unless you want to start a gossip club, you're not going to get anything done just sitting there!" He yelled before turning his back on the train station and moving him- and probably his newfound "squadron"- along and in the right direction towards the location the letter was directing the group.

Spoiler: Unabridged version of my post; be aware of the long length! If you plan on reading this, don't bother reading the abridged variant- it'll make things redundant.

Niwatori nervously chuckles in response to his comment about who's mail it was implied to be, she didn't really know how to respond at first; he never had implied that it was her mail almost making it feel like somewhat of a awkward thing to pick up on instead of accepting her apology. Two things soon became clear to her, the first being that this American was more of an analytical and logical thinker; opposed to someone more in touch with their emotions. The second being that upon the man expanding on his point, his remark had no hidden meaning behind it; it was simply a snarky remark.

'What's an S.O.G?', she thought to herself, taking a mental note of the acronym for later research; small details like these were important to her, it was part of her job, more-so her life to pick up on these sorts of things whilst working in the field of intelligence.

The Chicken stepped over besides Woods, his attention was focused directly on her; which was made entirely obvious by the fact that he was holding the letter upside down, which she managed to noticed instantly upon setting eyes on the piece of paper and more evidently his eyes had 'distraction' written all over them.
'Does he find me attractive or cute..? Or is he trying to read me and elicit some kind of response from me?', she questioned herself, looking up and smiling at him to show that he had her attention.

As he continued to speak, he began to answer her question about where they were; disappointment struck her as he first sarcastically remarked about answering the question, however her eyes widened with confusion and intrigue as he mentioned the 1960s and Vietnam. To her, Vietnam was a war of the past, one that the Niwa family played a heavy part in many many years ago.
"Vietnam..? Uhm.. That war ended years ago...", The girl said with a heavy tone of confusion in her voice.

Curious to see what else the man would do, she simply remained quiet for once in her life; there was no need to cloud his thought with words, nor was there any reason to try and figure anything out for herself when this man would do all of that for her. She simply observed him, playing along and mirroring similar emotions to him, smiling and giggling when he finally realized that the letter was upside down.

More and more people began to crowd around, there was far too many people for her liking, keeping a vigilant eye on the rest of the group, she continues to follow Woods and Lann, keeping her contacts small for the time being, she didn't need anyone else other than these two who already seemed more than accepting of her presence.

She could've spoken some German to that small girl, but she didn't want to people to know too much about her, being seen as cute and innocent was a good position to be in for her and would give her enough attention to be cared for by the rest of them. The Chicken continued to follow the American, at once point raising an eyebrow at Lann who for some odd reason didn't know what a street was, writing it off as childish behavior, she mostly ignored everyone else.

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Frank took in a deep breath, taking a glance at the young, scantily-clad girl respond with stating that the Vietnam War was over- at least, in her world. He grunted aloud, furrowing his brow as he took a couple moments to let that sink in. Damn, 'Nam had ended in her world? Well, at least he knew that his hunch had been right after all- the trio were definitely from different times, and maybe even places considering how the girl was dressed. What happened in the end of the war? Would her events play out the exact same in her world, though? He had seen some comics back in America depicting alternate universes with different endings playing out in each- so in theory, her "Earth" could still be radically different from his. There wasn't any way of checking- and besides, he was getting carried away again, dammit. He should be focused on getting the group moving around, not theorizing shit!

Baiken

The samurai would inspect the letter much like the rest. She didn't cared about the font, but what she did care is the address. "I guess this is some place where we should go." She says, and then a newcomer came in. "Hmm...the more people the better, like the more wolves in the pack, the more dangerous they can be." She thought before saying to the newcomer "Hey..."

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Delsin Rowe

"Allies? Sweet!" Delsin wasn't a hundred percent sold on the whole soft thing, but he could tell that was, at the very least, honorable. Kinda like a samurai? He examined the single sheet of paper that the envelope from earlier contained. "Anyways, what's this paper say?... 52...Grapevine St...Street, North-East. Agh, why did they have to use such a small font?" Delsin turned to Baiken and Jax, complaining about the font size. Before his companions could ask him what it meant, he shrugged his shoulders and shoved the paper into his pocket. "It has what I think is an address, but what the place is or where it actually is, no idea"

"This is going to sound stupid, but where are we, exactly?" Delsin turned to see a raven haired girl not much younger than him, addressing Jax and a small people. She gave off a very serious vibe, just like 50% of the people Delsin has seen. The other 50%? Random people that look like they got pulled straight out of video games or cartoons. She was attractive, but also looked all business. "What the heck? Why can't there every be just ONE person who doesn't look like they can murder me without a second thought here? At least it's not all bad. Most of girls around here are hotter than most I've seen in Seattle."

The girl got her question answered by a US soldier from the 60s or something, mentioning something about a Millennium City. The girl Heading to the address seemed like a good enough idea, especially when they had nothing else to go on. She eventually decided to go along with the plan and introduced herself as Agent Saga. An agent? Most likely government. She didn't look the part, but her attitude sure made seem possible. She didn't offer a hand, but Delsin moved past the others and offered his anyways, not missing the opportunity to make a good impression on the girl. "What's the worst that can happen? Wait. Don't ask that question."

"Nice to meet you, Agent Saga, name's Delsin. These two behind me are Baiken and Jax. We might as well stick together. Safety in numbers, right?"

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"Years ago? Well, you get my point. And before you ask, yeah- I know, this all sounds crazy. Just try to freaking bear with me with this- I'm not Einstein but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on around here," Woods replied before glancing towards all the other folks gathering around. Smoke Boy and One-Armed Chick were both gathering around, likely resulting in their long-eared pal joining them too. He wasn't very keen on the one-armed woman coming along, since she seemed to be a liability to everyone else around him- what if she happened to explode and take her anger out on one of them? He didn't need the woman siccing herself upon the group, especially when Frank was seemingly becoming more and more popular as a "leader" in the group's eyes- willingly or unwillingly.

But the guy who could shoot smoke could definitely be helpful. By the looks of it, he could potentially be the deadliest out of the entire group- but then again, nobody's really demonstrated any of their combat abilities sans the kid. But still, considering the guy could use smoke to his advantage that could open up a whole new can of worms and options within a fight- definitely a keeper. Maybe he could even help keep the crazy-seeming woman in check if it came down to that.

Shilo turned her full attention to the man who answered her question, eyes narrowing a bit at his answer. What the hell does that even mean... she wondered. How could none of these people know where they were or why. "Address?" the woman asked, not having any previous knowledge of the letter or any instructions that could have possibly been given. "Wait, you're telling me that none of you know where we are or what this is and you want us to head toward an unknown address with a small militia of strangers?" The raven haired girl looked up at the man she spoke to and sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her knows, playing through all the scenarios she could think of in her head... in all of them, from what she had seen of the strangers, she ended up alive and well. "Fine... I'm Agent Saga, by the way." She introduced herself, not extending any hand to shake, looking around at the entire group around her as if she was introducing herself to all of them.

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The other woman who had joined the group earlier, however, seemed a little more than irked at his lack of knowledge on the damn place, causing him to shoot the female a smaller glare. Who was she to take his kind of sarcasm? Well, that really didn't bother him too much. What did was her attitude towards him, like she considered herself working with filthy rats. He wrinkled his own nose towards "Agent Saga", shaking his head in mild disdain towards her truculent behavior.

"Hey, that kinda attitude ain't gonna be landing you any favors, Miss-High-Up, and unless you have any other knowledge on this huge city, I don't think we have a freaking option. If you don't think a buncha letters that literally have the exact same address posted on it isn't suspicious, then I don't know what is- especially with metal giants and whatnot running around the damn place," Woods grunted, hints of irritiation dripping through his voice as he shook his head, ignoring the strange-haired man's remark towards him. On a normal day, he would have simply decked Wilson in the face- but this time, he didn't. No point in bothering making enemies when he had absolutely no clue who could be a potential threat and who was completely harmless to the group. However, the strange-eared fella suggested that the address could potentially be a trap, forcing him to think. Odds were that the letters were invitations for a surprise attack- but what if they weren't? What if they actually led to some evidence and a way to figure out what the hell was going on here? Maybe a way back to Vietnam- as much as Frank hated the Commies, they'd certainly beat out having to actually think this shit out and wrapping his mind around the fact that everyone was basically complete foreigners from different... Timelines? Was that what the term was?

Jak turned toward the crowd now gathering "Yeah, like Delsin said.. My name is Jak.

The eco warrior nodded eyeing the new crowd, Asura, Frank, Sage and looked over at the letter he had gotten and then back at Delsin and his allies "So you think we should head to this place? Could be some sort of elaborate trap. In my experience, something usually happened like that to me.."

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"Do we exactly have any choice? Like I said, we have no leads- just some freaky letters that just happen to all have the exact same message on them- and considering we're pretty much the only ones that noticed or cared when that mailbox-" a glance towards it as he spoke, his frown deepening as he realized the mailbox had actually expanded when it exploded, seemingly defying normal physics- "I think it already screams 'SUSPICIOUS' in bright bold letters in the first place. Besides, if y'all at least know how to beat folks up, we'll be fine. At least, hopefully." Frank grimaced at the last part, especially at the thought of being vulnerable and having to resort to fistfights in the first place. He preferred to have a gun in his hand 24/7, and without it he felt a little more than vulnerable. But for some reason, the idea of both tongue and hand wounds having healed up abnormally quickly popped up in his head- like he had his own trait to compensate for being unarmed. Maybe it would help in an actual fight? He doubted it would save him from bigger, badder wounds- like a gunshot- but the only real way to find out would be to get into a fight in the first place. But field testing his abilities wasn't on his list of what to do for the time being- getting through this weird, tech-heavy city was.

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Handsome Jack
Status: Yet Confused, but a bit clarified about whatever's going on

"Well, this doesn't look like something out of ancient ages" The corporate madman stated "And if there were fucking signs, then I shouldn't have asked what the fuck this was. For the better no one's killing each other for a fucking train ticket just like back in my place.. no kidding, and usually people never end up meeting up in these kinda places right as someone went with a weapon and showing off how cool it is and then killing them"

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Frank's less than pleasing demeanour didn't seem to be winning him any pleasantries from the gentleman, whose teeth-grating and brow-furrowing were an obvious tell as to what he was thinking. He's known some folk with less-than pleasing attitudes, yet none really flaunted it as much as the gun-slinging soldier. Sure, serving in the military was likely a tough experience, but what even was his problem? The question puzzled the stranger, yet he didn't bother to dwell on it. Likely just a cranky drill sergeant, or a gender-shifting hag.
"Yes, yes, you're probably very busy practising your intimidation tactics..." The man murmured, scratching his temple with a look of mild aggravation.​

The gentleman's heart skipped a beat, face pale and eyes wide as the maw of a shark.

"That face..."

From a calm and collected, yet mildly annoyed expression, his face morphed and contorted into a sharp scowl, baring his teeth as his murderous gaze focused on Maxwell like the look of a predator closing in on its prey.

"MAXWELL!"

As though he were a charging bull, the man broke into a hasty sprint, shoving past the crowds of people that flocked all around the streets, panting like he'd just run a marathon.
Before anyone could process anything, he leapt into the air, tackling the magician to the ground and slamming his fist into his abdomen.
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! Where did you take me this time, hm!? Another one of your twisted playgrounds, I presume!?" He grilled, snatching his familiar's collar and tugging at it with a vicious intensity in his eyes and words.


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Daunting_Doggo

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His thoughts- and potential response towards the "shit-eating" man when he stated something about killing- were interrupted, however, by Wilson's loud and furious screech as he charged at the creepy dude. Of course, the fucking hypocrite calls the CIA operative for being "intimidating" when the guy goes completely apeshit onto a random guy on the street! The American grit his teeth as he watched the man began to beat the living shit out of the creep- did he have a vendetta, or was he just batshit insane?- before moving towards the pair as quickly as possible, likely inadvertently drawing the others with him. As he walked forwards, he also realized Lann had left his side and was now looking up at some freak who looked like he dealt with voodoo for a living. That left him with the task of getting both away from the sinister-seeming duo, since he had a feeling nobody else would want to give a shit about either of them. The American sucked in air through his grit teeth before jogging forwards to the man beating the living shit out of his rival. He was kinda too late to stop either from something entering their bodies from that shithead priest-looking guy- not his problem considering the scientist was the one who had gone crazy in the first place.

Location: The train station.
Mentions: Haz. ManyFaces
Location: Near the train station.

Pat was following the book leading him to the address slowly and with a couched back, his boredness only able to only reinforced by his struggle to keep his eyes open and not to yawn. Luckily his boredness was able to be somewhat lowered by Maxwell posing him a question, something to talk about while walking to the location.
"Well you see the codex quendam excessum, is actually a connection between this realm and the immaterium, it allows me to give it something in return for something it deems equivalent..." As his explanation was interrupted by Maxwell being tackled on the ground.

His book almost jumps to tackle Wilson but Pat quickly makes it sit, he then sits with his legs crossed as he taps on his leg. That signals the book to come sit on it, pat then puts his fingers in the eye on the book pulling out a blue substance;
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted with this book I am able to siphon the essence of conscient living beings and then create impossible feats. Such as". He then pulls apart the blue substance into two rings, he somehow phases his hands through both Wilson and Maxwell's body leaving a ring in each of one's body.

"Right, now I must congratulate the new couple. The two rings placed inside of you are a thing of my own concoction, I meld a soul into two rings able to make two people connected feel whatever the other is feeling through their skin. So now how are you the new person with a bigger than average head? Is that a normal thing in this universe?."

"Alright, pal- get offa this creep! He ain't worth our time, we should be getting outta here and moving!" The soldier snapped loudly as he grabbed Wilson by the shoulders, still trying to beat up Maxwell, grunting as he tried to pull the flailing man away with - unaware of Pat's curse upon both of them. At this point, Wilson's dialogue made it obvious that he wasn't just targeting some arbitrary weirdo on the streets- he had bad blood with this guy. Frank kind of empathized with the guy especially when it came to vengeance, but the guy couldn't just go out targeting his enemy in the open! Who knew what kind of police lurked around here? He definitely did not want to have trouble with the authorities now of all times, else the group get themselves into an even worse pickle.

"If it makes you feel better I'm all for grudges, but now isn't the time to be setting it out on the streets in public!" He scowled, using his strength- something inherent with the Marines- to finally pull the W-haired man off his archnemesis. He only took one glance towards the downed Maxwell before moving on to Lann to get him away from the crazy-looking priest.

Lann also hadn’t noticed that the letter was upside down. He gave a simple ‘oh’ before turning to regard the one who had snatched it up. The man was dressed rather nicely but as soon as Lann noticed his rather...eccentric hairdo, the boy began to snicker. This soon broke out into full on laughter.

“Dude! What’s with your hair!? It looks extra crispy!” Lann exclaimed in between fits of laughter. He eventually settled down and simply smiled at Wilson, a curious look in his eyes upon hearing about the letter’s contents. Haz.

“Uh, what’s a street?” He tilted his head in confusion before following Frank’s lead and heading over to take a look at the map. Upon glancing at it, the boy’s eyes seemed to begin rolling into the back of his head. He had no idea how to read this. He’d never seen a map this huge before! In the end he decided not to bother and just follow the group when they started moving. Looking around again, he noticed an ESPECIALLY unique looking individual. He immediately ran up to the magical robot looking man.

“Whoooooaaa! You look really cool! Where’d you get that helmet? Do you have a giant super robot!?” Daunting_Doggo

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"Same with you- we've got better things to do than stare at random strangers, buddy." His tone was much softer with Lann than Wilson, although that was probably due to the boy being younger and somewhat less "savage" than the scientist. He sternly grabbed the boy by the shoulders and slowly led him away from Pat, taking one glance at the monstrous-looking thing. He looked dangerous. Not someone to fuck around with- and with him having done something to Wilson, Woods would know in a little while what he had done to the guy with a funky hairdo. In the meantime, it was probably best to keep his distance from this thing.

With the situation finished, he turned his sights towards a nearby street sign, reading what it said to reorient himself. It was about time the squad stopped talking and started moving- but what of the others who seemed to have enough brains to comprehend what was going on with the letters? Frank looked over towards his squadron, nodding at them to follow close behind him, before looking towards the more outlawish-seeming group. He pointed towards the direction he was about to lead his squadron to before letting loose his loud, drill sergeant-esque voice, allowing it to do the work and get past the voices of the more "average" citizens of this "Millennium City".

"Hey, how about y'all stop talking and start moving your hides? Unless you want to start a gossip club, you're not going to get anything done just sitting there!" The American's voice boomed before moving onwards, beckoning for his squad to follow along too. He didn't know if the others would catch the gist, but it was worth a shot, right? If not, it wasn't his fault- they hadn't exactly come to him looking for help, he just figured they were about as confused as the people who did come looking for Frank.

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[Haz.]

• Wilson
• Game Master

• Just as Wilson’s punch connected with Maxwell’s gut, the scientist recoiled in agony, grasping at his midriff as though the impact of his own fist transferred to him, which it indeed did.
  “Yeah, right, Maxwell. When were you ever one to get lured into this kinda nonsense…!?” The genius scoffed, spitting blood onto the magician’s suit as Frank dragged him across the pavement and away from his 'arch-nemesis'.
  
  After a brief moment of silence, the man regained his composure, wiped his brow and rose to his feet.
  “W-With that out of the way, the fellow’s right. We should probably get going. If the night isn’t trying to kill us then something else will be or likely already is.”
  Without awaiting a response from the rest of the group, Wilson snatched up his Moon Caller’s Staff and trudged after the American.
  
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• With little left to say or do, the group set off in search of the enigmatic address, with little knowledge of what to expect when they would eventually arrive. Would you be faced with an unconquerable challenge? A battle of the ages? A trail of mystery to follow, or something much, much worse...?
  
  After an hour or so of what felt like ceaseless prancing, you came to an abrupt halt. Here it was: the illusive 52 Grapevine Street. The area was completely barren, desolate, devoid of practically any and all life. The stark contrast between the heart of the lively city and the deserted outskirts you set foot into was disquieting, and the feeling of pent-up anxiousness tugged at your sleeves, begging you to leave… Yet you, for some indiscernible reason, persevered. The concrete sidewalk was riddled with broken, sparking street lamps, rodents and critters roaming the dark alleys that you dared not set foot into. Most peculiar of all, however, was the faint flicker of light emanating from the cracked window of a grim, disrepaired warehouse located towards the deepest, most unsettling part of the street, and coincidentally the furthest from you. Against the will of your mind, however, your curiosity drew you ever nearer to the abandoned building. Without a moment to register, it was a mere few feet away from where you stood by the time you’d came to your senses. You weren’t being tugged away from it anymore--you were being tugged towards it.
  
  
  
  “Oh, I have a very bad feeling about this…” Wilson murmured, anxiously clenching the handle of his Moon Caller’s Staff. Surely, a rusty building couldn’t house anything bad for the anticipating wanderers, now could it?
  

 

[Zamasu]

Baiken

The samurai looked up at the deserted building that is addressed by the letters. She felt no fear, driven by the desire to kill the person who sent them into this mess. She takes a step forward, and without warning, sprints up to the door and kicks it down. "ALRIGHT ASSHOLE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" She angrily yelled, her sword drawn out and swinging it in a wild manner. She is really pissed at this point, and not a single one of the people behind would try and dare to stop her, with a few exceptions.

Centurion_ FactionGuerrilla QizPizza darkred Nightwisher Rhysie Haz. Drakerus​

 

[QizPizza]

Delsin Rowe

Location= 52 Grapevine St. Northeast

Delsin followed Baiken as she walked to 52 Grapevine Street, with the rest of the group catching up quickly. Along the way, he picked up the names of several more people, including the soldier boy, Frank; the chicken whore, Niwatori; the W-haired dude; Maxwell; and the capitalist douchebag, Jack. When they got there, they found a rather bland looking building. "I don't know what I was expecting, but this was not it. This looks like Uptown Seattle. What do you guys think?" Delsin looked at Jax. "Perfect place for a nice little 'mural,' don't you think, Jax."

Delsin admired the blank canvas of a build and began planning his 'project,' only to realize that he didn't have any of his templates or spray paint. Regardless, he looked around the building, looking for anything suspicious.

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[Drakerus]

After a bout of short lived resistance to being dragged away from
Pat, Lann followed Frank and his other new companions to the specified area. Apparently a decrepit apartment or something? It certainly gave the boy some bad vibes. Fortunately Baiken provided a small sense of enthusiasm as she...challenged the building? Regardless, he stuck close to Frank just to be sure.

“I don’t know about this guys. Creepy is written aaalll over this place...” Lann commented, trying to see into the windows of the building with little success. One hand gripped the crystal cube in his pocket instinctively.

“Please let there be no vampires...”

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[Nightwisher]

~Shilo Saga: Interacting with Asuka ( marc122 ), Delsin ( QizPizza ), Baiken ( Zamasu ), Frank ( FactionGuerrilla ), and Anyone
Location: 52 Grapvine Street Northeast

"Guten Tag... Du sprichst Deutsch." Shilo said to the young girl, it wasn't a question. "Mein Name ist Agent Saga, aber ich lasse Sie mich Shilo nennen."("My name is Agent Saga, but I'll let you call me Shilo.") The assassin offered the little girl a small smile. Shilo didn't very often allow people to call her by her first name. In fact, there were only six individuals who were allowed to, well seven now with Asuka. The assassin turned her attention back to the rest of the group, Jak in particular. "Probably the best bet." She said, though it wasn't very good insight as that was practically what everyone else was saying or thinking. Finally, Shilo turned her attention back to Frank who had finally spoken to her once again. Agent Saga stared at Frank as he spoke, her teal gaze hard and harsh, even with just the one eye that was visible. "Favors? From you?" there was a hint of a dark smirk tugging at the sides of her mouth. "I never said it wasn't suspicious. It's rude to assume things and imply words and thoughts." That was all the twenty-one year old had to say in response, however, as she followed the rest of the group in silence to the address. When Baiken burst into the building, Shilo merely watched, unimpressed and clearly a bit agitated. "Ah, found one of the heroes," she spat under her breath in annoyance. What a dramatic and unintelligent way to approach the situation. Thought the assassin as she watched the rest of the group approach. Finally, Shilo sighed and followed suit, walking slowly and still being very conscious of the space set between her and all the others.