Unbeknownst to everyone, a set of footsteps had followed the group onto the plane.

Sure, they could hear a few footsteps from time to time, but a lot of it was lost between footsteps from those they could see, the plane's engine, and the various conversations taking place. It was only when a missile hit that any other sound than just those footprints were made. Yet, nobody still could see them. They were none the wiser about it, at least so it seemed, even as they were recovering and getting back up, finding themselves at a strange...carnival.

Just when the group thought they were just with each other, a pair of figures began to form from the top to the bottom out of pink, glass-like particles. At first, a head with orange hair and a bowler hat appeared. Then as the rest of his body formed, revealing his white coat and black gloves in the process, another figure formed next to him. That figure had brown, pink, and white hair, patterned like a scoop of Neapolitan ice cream, alongside a white-and-pink high-crop jacket, a brown corset, brown pants, and then heeled boots, as the reappearance revealed.

Both of them stood behind Joel. The man in the bowler hat in particular lightly tapped him on the shoulder with his cane with a devious smirk.

[center][h1][color=#f37934]Roman Torchwick[/color] / Neo[color=pink]poli[/color][color=sienna]tan[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=#f37934]"Miss us?"[/color]