[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191014/1b0487a12a72e0ec7fef7d93a35c8d81.png[/img] [color=BE17BD]______________[/color][/center] Loud. Very loud. Orsen was very busy currently admiring himself and the new world he'd found himself in, but everyone else seemed to want to occupy themselves with screeching. The tall man sighed and turned his back to the scene when some new woman had burst onto the scene yelling and glaring at himself and the horned chick - and, wait, why exactly was he getting lumped in with her? She was pale and much smaller, plus those large menacing horns. They were pretty much opposites... unless... Orsen reached a hand up to his head, groping around in the air for any sign of horns. Eventually his hand landed in his hair where he felt a small protrusion just above his forehead. It was probably just visible through the fluff on his head. So he and that young lady were probably the same species, and probably not one that was welcomed around whatever parts they'd fallen into. [b][color=BE17BD][i]"Whatever,"[/i][/color][/b] Orsender sighed under his breath. Can't have everything, right? The oni continued to walk around the area, though now he felt a little... naked. Vulnerable. The dude who apparently owned the land seemed alright, but his guard dog knight was a racist, or speciest, or whatever. What if she attacked them while this 'Sirius' man was away? He thought about what the others were saying. A creepy skull creature... a mission to save or stop something... yeah, he seemed to remember something like that too. With his attention now back on the large group, Orsender didn't miss the way that even the Lord Corbain glanced at him with what the oni could only assume was distrust. Orsender bristled and considered his options. Run? They had a horse that Orsen doubted he could outrun. Start a fight? There were so many things Orsen wasn't sure of in this new world, that most likely wasn't a bright idea. If only he had some form of protection... Suddenly the spark of a memory came to his mind. A woman, her sword. [i]A sword![/i] Orsen made his way back over the spot he'd landed in, and sure enough a gleaming sword with some foreign writing etched into it lay beside the crater. He picked it up, a wave of nostalgic fondness washing over him though he'd never even seen a real sword just... yesterday, or whenever he'd flung himself off the sixth story. Weapon in hand, Orsen looked back to the two area natives and couldn't really keep the glower from his face. Oh, and he definitely wasn't about to fill the craters though he'd been involuntarily volunteered. He didn't pick to fall here, not his problem. Orsender looked at the large obelisk that the Lord gestured to. He hadn't really paid it that much attention before, but now that it was brought up... The man hefted the sword onto his shoulder and made his way over to inspect it. The Lord made it sound like it was magic, so that might be cool. As he went he called out, [b][color=BE17BD]"I'm Orsender! [i]Or. Sen. Der![/i] I'm not gonna eat you or, whatever."[/color][/b]