[u][i][b]Basement Workshop, London[/b][/i][/u]

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Within the basement of a seemingly normal house, a brown haired male in a white lab coat sat dozing at a workbench, having fallen asleep while taking apart some age-old device for study, tools and schematics of various kinds lining the wall. The man in question wouldn't stir at all, as he was completely out of it. In truth, said man was already dreaming, and had been for a time, in which he was stood within a world where everyone was free of problems, and he'd created countless devices to make everyday life easier. But for some reason, that dream felt more real than usual... Up until it faded to black and he was dragged into a mirror.

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[u][i][b]Butter Daisy Forest[/b][/i][/u]

Unlike the others who experienced this same event, this one ended up a considerable amount of distance from the rest, and ended up wandering aimlessly through the forest, unknowingly away from the sanctuary of the forest... Up until the forest itself ended up a wasteland, and he was hiding behind the remnant of a stump, trying to calm his beating heart.

[i][b]"I am pretty sure I'm not dreaming anymore... That heat... I know the feeling of a naked flame in your face, and that was like several times greater... No imagination would voluntarily call something that threatening up in a dreamscape."[/b][/i] Mark thought to himself as he calmed down.

[b][i]"Would that I could have some idea where I am right now... Besides the fact that a whole forest was turned into a charred waste in an instant."[/i][/b] Mark thought to himself, checking the coast was clear before opting to move. Staying out in the open given that something or someone just incinerated a whole forest was just asking for a death sentence.

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[b][i][u]Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis - The Sun[/u][/i][/b]

Cronic took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he began to process what had just been described to him... Unaware of the time bomb in the guise of a child he was comforting until it was too late. When the rabbit flung Crobalt to safety, away from Snow, he hit the ground back of the head first, dazing him a little, but recovered just in time to witness the shadow dissappearing through the floor, and the ensuing explanations for what had transpired, and the laws of this world... And though he didn't get like this often... He was initially taken aback, but that quickly turned to fury that this happened, and a resolve for one simple goal; Not. One. More.

[color=003471][b]"...I just witnessed a young life with a whole future ahead of him... Snuffed out in an instant."[/b][/color] Crobalt said, gritting his teeth as his hands balled into fists. Lives were the most valuable thing a person could ever own in his eyes, and to see one ended so casually... He wasted no time in pocketing his Chronovoker in his right coat pocket and shattering the marble given to him. In one hand, a double-edged, one handed sword manifested, and in the other, a plain kite shield made itself manifest, a strap to support the shield on his back when not in use and a belt to carry the sword's scabbard materialized around his torso and waist, respectively.

[b][color=003471]"And you say there are countless more children who have met with an uncertain fate as well? ...They're gonna pay for this."[/color][/b] Gripping the shield firmly, letting his arm get used to any weight it may have, along with adjusting his grip on the sword to find a comfortable yet secure way to hold it, Cronic began to try to find a way to hold both steady without leaving himself open. Once their basic plan, find any stragglers who'd been dragged here too and guide them to sanctuary, had been established, and Alice, Adam and Jill leapt out to begin, Cronic was mere moments behind them.