[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qVsCSwh.png[/img][/center] [hr] What the fuck? Was this seriously happening? Ashton may have enjoyed talking about grand plans, but from where Kimura was seated, he could clearly see Alistair drop dead, no more than a half foot away from the entrance, his skin an abnormal complexion. Black and blue, like corpses frozen during a nightmare blizzard. A lost cause. And a half-beat later, knights dressed in impossible armor burst in, heralding the appearance of another anachronism: a smaller individual with a gas mask. Outnumbered. Outmatched. And they had no information at all that'd make any sense. Yuuki sucked in a breath, about to try to explain everything, before Nakkun acted first. Acted. Betrayed. Not just the group, but himself, personally. Priscilla burst into tears, the scent of pine splattering against the room as she accidentally knocked over the mug. The pressure Yuuki felt intensified, yet more decisions spiralling before him like a flowchart that stretched out to infinity. Dying wasn't a problem, but he didn't want to go like this. Not knowing a thing. Not understanding a thing. Not having even stepped outside yet. He shifted from his seat, hands r- [b][i]"Hope's Heart!"[/i][/b] What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Are you for real? This heaterfucker! Huh?! Nope, nope, NOPE! A flash of light, almost blinding, but Yuuki could see the changes that emerged within, a thousand threads of radiance weaving themselves into new attire, new weaponry. Dumbass dumbass dumbass. Aggression would only exacerbate the situation! Nakkun, as much of a lying dick as he was, proved at least that there's a way to not [i]die[/i] in this scenario. And even if they escaped, they had no information at all, while these folks looked to be at least on the upper echelon of society! It grinded into his cranium, a thousand black words bursting for release, and the first one that he chose was... [i][b]"STOP!"[/b][/i] It didn't matter if it may have been too late for Ashton to stop his first dumbass attack. Only that he stopped the second one. [b]"Holy SHIT, Ashton, why the hell are you getting swept up in this?"[/b] Yuuki spat, throwing his hands up in the air. [b]"There's literally no reason to attack these people! As far as we know, they're just doing their jobs! Don't make it worse for literally everyone involved, you ratsucker!"[/b] A deep breath. He stepped in front of Priscilla as well, hands raised, his large pack jingle-jangling from all the trinkets within. [b]"Alright, here's what we know: basically nothing. We woke up in this room [i]together[/i]," [/b]the brunette began, shooting a sharp glance towards Ashton, [b]"and spent the rest of our time trying to figure out what happened and where we are. I have no idea what this witch is, nor what this cultist thing is, but I [i]do[/i] know that the person you just hauled away called himself an archer, and asked us to get him a bow and arrows immediately."[/b] He breathed deep. Hoped they could read how bewildered and genuine he was being, the truth behind his proclamations. [b]"My name is Yuuki Kimura. The girl behind me is Priscilla. The person who just transformed is Ashton Andrews. I don't know the woman in the far corner, cause she hasn't spoken yet. The person who you've just lead away called himself Nakkun, because his real name was too complicated. The person you just [i]killed[/i] was named Alistair Archibald. Alongside that, we know of two other names: Od Laguna and Cameron. Do any of those names ring a bell at all?"[/b] Ugh. He was talking too much. His mind was scampering in too many directions. He felt like throwing up and he felt like running away. [b]"I'm willing to talk about everything we know, which, I should warn you, is hardly anything. In exchange, please tell us what these witch cultists are, and what this world even is. Let's begin a dialogue, okay? Please? It shouldn't be hard to tell, but we're all strangers to [i]this[/i] place. Seriously, just look at our clothes. Except for Ashton. I have no idea what's up with that. Promise. But I don't think he means harm. Cause why would he spin a story like that? Amirite? Makes no sense if he's super evil. So yeah, don't kill him too. If he brainwashed us, he could be using us as shields or distractions. So hey. Peace peace yay??"[/b] Holy fuck he was going to diediediediedie. Before his feet could give out, Yuuki tried to sit down on a chair, only for his pack to knock the chair away and for him to fall down on the dusty, wet floor for a second time. [i]Fuckkkkkkkkkk.[/i]