[b][u]Mahora[/u][/b]

Ranma found himself in the midst of several eccentric beings, some of them not even people like the purple pastel pony or the great ape with a red tie. And even the humans were pretty weirdly dressed. Really, the martial artist wasn't the least bit surprised considering some of the things encountered in his life. In fact, he was pretty darn used to such events happening. And at the very least, everybody here seemed to be much easier to handle than whatever he usually encountered. Made for a nice change of pace actually, being in a weird situation and not having to beat the sense into people. 

Which was when the pigtailed teen realized he spoke too soon, considering some crazy hooligan were firing tiny rockets about at random. Frowning greatly and reacting instantly, the young man in question ghosted towards the guy that shot it as though he was a phantom. Only the slightest noises could be heard from his swift passing and in the span of a few second, Krieg would have found his legs swept and frame bodily flipped so that he was kissing pavement after a brief bout of vertigo and handily disarmed. All this took time to describe and yet less than the blink of an eye to happen. "Alright, big guy. Calm down before you hurt everyone else. I ain't getting off ya until you behave." [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/baki/images/5/5a/Armlock.png/revision/latest?cb=20140924100133]And then the Borderlander would find himself in a painful arm lock with Saotome's steel hard limbs, unable to exert the necessary leverage to get up.[/url] "Hello, my name's Ranma Saotome. How are you doing today?" Drawling this out in his regular smartarse ways, Ranma settled down atop the guy.

Hefting a huge sigh out of his mouth now that the threat was dealt with for the moment, the martial artist glanced up at everyone else before locking eyes with a spiky haired kid in black and white who asked him a question. "I dunno. Ain't ever been here myself." Ranma grunted, looking like he was taking out the laundry even as he continued his suppression of the insane man. "Do know that if we're all here and no one knows what the heck's going on, we've been kidnapped by some sorta smug big shot for something. Anyone got some rope? I wanna explore the place, since I can smell something cooking and Lug right here is already pretty wild. Chinese. Food... and the place doesn't seem to be as empty as it looks." Indeed, the boy was right considering there was the unmistakable scent of of Chinese cuisine drifting in the air after a breeze shifted enough to bring the smell to his attention. "Also we can ask whoever's cooking what the heck's going on." Jerking his head to the right, Ranma pointed with his chin towards [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/mahousenseinegima/images/0/08/ChaoBaoZi1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130410225800]a distant structure that looked like a pair of parked electric train cars.[/url]
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[b][u]The Yellow Flag, Roanapur[/u][/b]

Quite understandably, the patrons of the bar weren't exactly happy with the random people popping up and well... doing stuff. Especially the armored guy that seemed to be tasering everyone. Guns were pulled out after the shock wore off, ranging anywhere from the inferior stuff from China to armaments so heavily modified its very existence was illegal even in places like the state of Texas [url=http://www.zerochan.net/984903#full]Really, the only reasons why bullets weren't about to fly everywhere was due to the fact that there was a particularly scarred woman of higher than average height in the bar who was calmly puffing a fine cigarillo dressed up in a military coat.[/url] 

Looking between amused and bemused, the stern Russian held up her hand calmly and everyone besides the new arrivals froze. They knew better than to disobey. Especially when there were various ex-soldiers around the building, both in plain sight with their large calibur weapons and those hidden away like the myriad snipers situated outside. "Hoh? Feel a need to make a dynamic entrance?" A bored and apathetic look was on her face even as the woman breathed out a long puff of nicotine laced smoke. "In any case... welcome to Hell, strangers. Anything I can do for you all?" The tone was still lazy, and yet her eyes were cold and lifeless as an abyss. Clearly, she wanted answers judging by the way guns were being cocked and aimed...