[center][b]Guts[/b][/center]

Guts took savage delight in the thought that fate, and destiny, had absolutely no hold on his life. He carved his own path, through bodies and bone, blood and soul. Ever since he was a young child, it seemed as if life wanted to guide him down a specific path, and each and every time, he would delve away, creating his own quest and destiny. However, hearing this white-haired female's monologue, the warrior was feeling a tugging at his gut, the usual tug that accompanied him doing something risky. The usual tug that accompanied him choosing his own path. He knew what he had to do, in this weird facade, dream, or whatever the Hell this was. To stop worlds from being destroyed, and his own life being snuffed out indefinitely? Yes, he'd help, if only because it would assure his survival. The God Hand, and...Griffith. They could - no, they would all wait, for he would stop the deterioration of the worlds, so that he could kill each one individually. His vengeance would be sweet, and never-ending. He was not doing this for the innocents, no matter what his heart may have said. The weak deserved to die - he was doing this to further his own revenge.

Nodding his head slightly, the ever stoic Black Swordsman swept his gaze across the crowd that he stood behind, being able to see each person due to the height advantage he seemed to have over everyone. This would be the ones he had to fight alongside...and the disappointment was major. This was definitely no longer his world. Everyone here...they seemed too...clean, too innocent, unmarred by scars or any sort of toughness that came with survival or training in war. Guts felt his lips tilt down into a scowl, his one open eye visibly narrowing as he heard a small female speak.

"Goldibanne thinks this is a good time for everyone to introduce themselves!"

She spoke in third person, it seemed like, and Guts gritted his teeth in annoyance. He would have to fight alongside children. 

"My name is Tachibana Hibiki!" Another female, a child again, spoke up, "My favorite food is rice and rice! Since we'll be working together, we should get to know each other!"

Guts wanted to leave. Now.

"The name's Narancia Ghirga, member of Buccellati's Gang, first things first, how old are all of you?" It was a male, this time, although he seemed to be a bit older than the first two girls? Regardless, Guts stayed where he was, arms crossed as he observed the crowd. He'd stay in the background, for now, waiting for vital information. He wasn't exactly in the mood for light conversation, especially since he was transported here while in a very...vivid nightmare. His mood was already shot to Hell.