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Jonathan Paul Huckaby
Franziska's Lab/Heading Towards The Library

As Huck laid there waiting, he couldn't help but notice how many bones popped when he took this position. When she started talking Huck didn't move or respond. He would wait for her to finish. If he were being honest, he was ready to wait for hours, but found that he wouldn't need to. When she mentioned being curious about his world he smiled. He felt that this was right, like it was something that he needed to do in order to learn magic. His dreams were almost always filled with magic or some kind of unexplained superpower/ability. This was the first step in learning. When she motioned for him to follow he slowly moved as his body popped a few more times. Once his stretch was finished he strode quickly after her.

He didn't realize that she was going to stop. However, he didn't run into her either. As she stopped pressure built into his back foot, mainly on the forward ball. It was as if he froze in place depending entirely on his left leg. This caused the muscles on his leg to bulge as he did. Slowly he moved back onto it, creating a small gap between them. She informed him that he wasn't to mention the illuminated in public and he nodded in affirmation. Not drawing attention was hard for someone wearing his clothing and being as big as he was. However, he didn't allow that to get to him. At this moment he was focused on the situation at hand. He knew if he didn't he would doom himself, and thus he kept his mouth shut.

His emotional state was in flux and he didn't like this feeling. However, he pressed it down into the back of his mind and focused on his new master. His eyes seemed to have relaxed a little as if adjusting to the light. His body a little less tense. This action happened again when he went outside. However, the difference was that his body remained tense. He was not much of a people person, as in large crowds. His eyes widened as he scanned each person, darting to everyone and seeming to take in every possible path. When he saw the slaves at first he didn’t realize what was going on. He just through people were displaying themselves as nudists or something. However, that changed when he caught the smell of burnt hair and flesh. He was thankful that he hadn’t eaten in a long while, otherwise he would have vomited.

“Slaves?” He asked under his breath still following his new master. It was more of a presumption on his part given how the crowd was acting. He felt sad for them but was a bit thankful to them as well. This was due to the fact that everyone in the area was enamored or… possessed? It reminded him of an anime he watched where people were frothing at the mouth, to a display similar to this. His face seemed to lose all color as he tried to focus on his master.

”Just keep walking.” He whispered out loud through greet teeth as he fought the urge to play hero. His body was visibly shaking as he moved. One could assume it was due to rage. It was partially correct. However, there was also fear, malnourishment, sleep exhaustion and the fact that he couldn’t help. He hated knowing that he was weak in every sense of the word. Finally, they got away from the area with the slave auction going on.

“I feel that asking questions about the area or location now, without a map may only make me ask more questions. That is if you wish to answer them.” He thought out loud as they walked. Then two specific questions came to mind.

“How does one clean oneself, and may we eat something?” He asked as he looked around surveying the area. His eyes darted from road, to alleyways, rooftops, perches, and anywhere someone could hide or he could run if something were to happen. His body was still shaking and he was sweating, even though it wasn’t hot enough to cause this much sweat.
Jonathan Paul Huckaby
Franziska's Lab

As he landed on the ground, he groaned due to the impact. It reminded him of when he arrived here. This strange place. His mind was too filled with information. As usual, he was overthinking and snapping at the only person who would help him. Hunger and fatigue were setting in. His memory of the between realm was strange. He didn't recall sleeping much and when he did he would shake awake. Travel between realms was not instant and he was tired and hungry. 'Could be why I'm so irritable and crazed.' He guessed. 'Still not an excuse as to why you are being a dick.' His thoughts became depressed as he scolded himself. Again his stomach growled and he needed food. He was hungry, thirsty, tired, and needed to use the restroom. 'Gotta race like a piss-horse.' He recalled what his brother would say sometimes after a few too many drinks.

He laid on the ground just waiting for her to finish. At this point apologizing would do nothing. Him talking would probably just piss her off more. He didn't need to see her in order to tell how mad she was, he could tell by her tone. She was right and he was in the wrong. He knew this. Still stubborn as all hell but in an unknown realm. He needed help. She told him that she wouldn't help him and he nodded while face down. The stone floor was cold but felt good for some reason. His eyes were closed as he listened to her. When she spoke about the knowledge and understanding of magic, he yearned to learn, his body shook. It was with excitement that magic actually existed and then he calmed down when she noted that he wouldn't listen. His mind was too full of thoughts and he was trapped in it. Again not being able to speak like when he was a child.

She spoke about trust and how it was earned like respect. He knew this but his dumb brain was overcharged with what ifs. When she said "She was one of the most trustworthy people he would ever meet." He smiled. He has been told the very same thing about himself. 'Perhaps I can just apologize and explain. Peopling at this moment isn't my strong suit.' He thought as his eyes opened. Luckily enough, his glasses were undamaged from his fall. Slowly he sturred and collected his hat again. It had been knocked off his head by the impact. His chin seemed to be fine as it looks like his beard took most of the impact. Sluggishly he moved and collected his jug of water. He drank some of his water leaving a very small amount left. The cold liquid ran down his body almost as if it were the only thing in him. It sent chills throughout his body as he stood there. He couldn't help but smirk, a tired defeated smile if one at all, at the situation before him.

"Apologies." He whispered barely able to speak. Fear held his voice to a low murmur. 'Sometimes they have to debase themselves.' He thought from what she had said before. He moved up to her and placed himself in front of her if possible and if not near enough for her to see him. His eyes seemed a little clearer. However, the bags under his eyes clearly suggested he hadn't slept in a day or two, not restfully. "I apologize for my rude behavior. I would blame it on how hungry I have become, how tired I am, how sick I feel, and how much I have to use the restroom. However, that doesn't excuse me of my actions. I was ignorant, arrogant, rage-filled, self-serving, and speaking ill of you and yours. I'm usually mellow and don't speak much. My Brian isn't working very well at this time." He admitted as he knelt down and got on his knees. He did the Childs Pose, with arms extended.

"I'm sorry." His stated clearly and his words bounced off of the floor and around the room. "If you will still have me as an apprentice I would be honored to learn from you." He paused for a moment. He didn't seem to mind this pose or the situation. He had allowed anger to get the better of him and he needed to pay for it. 'It had been ten years since I have allowed anger to take me over like that. Longer since I actually struck with rage filling my body. Now that I think about it that was the same amount of time since I vomited last.' He thought as he made sure to press his body as far to the ground as he could. To some, it would be a bit surprising how flexible this big man was. He would prostrate himself like this for as long as it took, even if she left and didn't return. He only flinched when his stomach growled.
Sorry about my post. It seems a bit broken up. Like I couldn't get my thoughts all together. It happens sometimes. Anyways, I hope you all like it.
Jonathan Paul Huckaby
Franziska's Lab

Huck stood where he was and listened, waiting for a reply. Once she started to laugh he couldn't help but smile. He knew that deep down he didn't want a servant. She mentioned about only playing games she could win and it made him ponder a moment. Her array of thinking was logical and yet he felt a kind of madness behind it. There was a pressure on his head and then the cold pressure of a knife on his neck. Her touch to his head had made him jump as he didn't expect it at all. 'Seems I was too focused on her analysis of the trap.' He noted in his head. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. 'If she didn't press her hand against my head first I would probably be dead.' Another note.

The knife against his throat made him anxious but then he relaxed. 'My life ended when I came through that portal.' He thought as he listened to her. Dread filled him because she thought he threatened her. Again she demeaned his status with her harsh words. 'It was insanity to only listen to half of what someone had to say.' He thought as she vanished again and appear in front of him. When she started to speak again he listened to her words and his eyes widened a little. His smile faded. Once again it looked like he had a turd stuck and was on the crapper. His RBF kicked in.

"Well, that is a wonderful offer." He replied to her suggestion. "You would get a servant in the form of an apprentice." He noted out loud while looking at her hand. "I don't want to be a puppet, and this illuminated you speak of sounds like a religion. Furthermore, you sound like you wish to brainwash me with your religious beliefs. I will help you in any way that I can. However, I will not do "whatever you desire" as your desires are something of a mystery to me. I would truly be a fool if I accepted such a deal." He stated with air quotes.

"I didn't say that I would have my way with you. I said if I were a pig I would have tried. You seem to only hear half of what I say. I'm not sure if there are more minds within your own. However, I have a compromise." His words seemed lower than normal. Like he felt like this wouldn't work.

"First, I will not do anything that I don't agree with. Second, I will not have sex with anything here, that includes you. Third, you will stop touching my fucking face and head! Lastly, I will help you in any way I can as long as it doesn't conflict with the first three. If you agree to these terms I will become your Apprentice." His voice seemed to have picked up some volume as he spoke. He looked a bit mad, his brow was furrowed, his teeth were showing, and he seemed out of breath for some reason. This display would have been terrifying if she hadn't messed up his hair. His hair tie had become loose, his hat fell off, and his hair fell in front of his face. He now looked like cousin it from the Adams family but bigger. He let out a sigh as his posture returned to non-aggressive. With both hands, he collected his hair.

He turned his back on her in order to collect his hair tie with his left hand, his right holding the massive amount of hair in a ponytail. Even while doing this his hair still past his waist. As he knelt down he looked around for his hat. Absentmindedly, he tied his hair back and retrieved his hat.

"I feel lost." He admitted as he looked at the hat. Slowly he stood up he moved back to her.

"I want to trust you. However, my past is my past and it is hard for me to do so. I know that I know nothing here and making you a foe wouldn't be good." Again he gave her some information.

"I could say that information is power and it has its costs. However, friends information is free. I would like us to be that. I don't like when people are hurting or causing conflict just to do so. I'm no god in a human coil. I'm Jonathan Huckaby and I deceived you because I can't truly trust people. That and words have weight when one has always been called names." His words almost seemed to crack as he held back his emotions.

"Enough about that. I would like you to know more about me so you may understand. My Girlfriend and I have been together for over six years. I wanted to go into debt in order to purchase a house and eventually ask for her to marry me. However, that will not be something I can do now." He started sounding very depressed.

"I know that she will feel like I just vanished just like everyone else but I am not that guy!" He stated as he started to look her in the eyes, tears welling up.

"If you accept those terms and eventually send me back then I will join you. Also, sorry for the long-winded speech." He apologized with a smile as he held his hand out allowing her the choice of agreeing or not. As he smiled his eyes closed making the bits of moisture in them become tears. He looked a little sick like going through a portal for several days with no food had taken its toll. This was confirmed as he fell forward. What stopped his fall? Either the floor or the only other person in the room. His stomach once again let loose a growl as if someone had just started up a chainsaw. It was embarrassing or would have been if he wasn't in another world.
@Landaus Five-One Let's not forget I have my smartphone. Sadly it isn't directly connected to God and has a new map and all that other stuff. Just my phone and survival PDFs, music, movies, and a few other interesting things. I plan to have entertainment when the Zombie Apocolypse happens. I want to know how to live with things that would work as power generators. Thankfully I work for Crucial and when I started Micron still had Lexar. Lexar develops micro SD cards. I have a 512GB one as well as a 128GB. I cannot recall the exact numbers. However, they are packed with information and entertainment.

The End Times Are Nigh!

Seriously though, I just like to know how things work... and just in case the crazy people are right. Never hurts.
@Landaus Five-OneI recommend watching Rise of the Shield Hero, Overlord, and That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime. Please note that the characters in the last two start out a bit OP. Rise of the Shield Hero has a bit of character development and a sad story. Hope that helps you pick.

Furthermore, don't feel sorry for me. I am how I am. Honesty is one of my flaws/merits. Honest John as the saying goes. I am glad I could help you laugh. Why else do we choose to RP? To have fun, right?
Sorry if my post seems off. It has been a while since I RPed on this site or at all.
Jonathan Paul Huckaby
Franziska's Lab

Jonathan spent some time between worlds, so much so that he fell asleep. It wasn't the best idea but he didn't know when or where he would appear, or if he ever would. So, sleep it was. He drifted through the smokey greys and blacks, it was cold and empty. However, eventually sleeps embrace too him. He didn't dream as much as he did when he was a child and never understood why that was. A quick jerk woke him like he was riding in a car and someone had pulled out in front of their car. Still groggy he looked around and noticed a vortex. Terror filled him as it looked like an even darker place than here.

Flaw Anxiety - Flaw Depression - Low Endurance

His eyes went wide as his heart started to pound faster and faster. It was the only noise in this dark realm. He nearly choked on his own breath as his body started to hyperventilate. Quicker and quicker his breathing became, as his vision narrowed onto the hole. Feeling as if everything was coming to an end he had to ask. "Why?" This was the last thing he said within the realm between realms and he was unceremoniously out of the portal onto his stomach. The air that was in his lungs was no more and he was gasping for it. His body felt starved for the necessary oxygen.

EX. Survival - EX. Awareness

He made a motion that looked similar to someone coughing up water and took in a breath. The entire front of his body was numbed from the impact. Then the pain started to fill him and he let out a small whimper. 'Someone was speaking to him and in a language, he didn't understand?' His thoughts were blurred. Slowly he focused the words became clearer. 'Perhaps it had to do with the impact or not hearing someone for a day or two?' After the thought, he noted that he was hungry as his stomach growled as if a beast ready to kill. This happened to time up perfectly with the word "pig" from the lovely female that stood before him.

EX. Learning - EX. Awareness

Everything she said and did fill his mind as he recalled the situation. He slowly rose to his feet standing six foot two weighing 260-270lbs. There were noticeable amounts of stubborn fat hanging onto him. However, his arms and legs carried almost no fat in them, or was it that it wasn't as noticeable? Either way, he didn't want to be a burden to the person that summoned him. 'She seemed like the magic equivalent to a mad scientist... possibly one that had been overwhelmed with the "lack of love" type sex. She had mentioned not enough tentacles and he knew only two or maybe three reasons behind that. He only made this observation after surveying the room. There was no technological equipment scattered around and the room smelt bad... perhaps that was her breath?' Another observation as he considered his options.

Flaw Depression - EX. Survival

'Great now she thought I'm something that I'm not! It always seems to happen. People think he is useless or too scary to even talk to.' He let out a depressed sigh. On top of that, he was away from the woman he loved and his family. He pushed back the tears. 'It would be bad to give a bad first impression. However, she did say something about enhancements via animals. It was an idea I had once.' He stood there not ignoring her but choosing his words with care. He could be the crazy god placed in an out of shape body due to her attempts. Perhaps, Rumpelstiltskin would be interesting to try. He let out a sigh and looked her over.

Flaw Almost Always Smiles - Flaw Too Trusting - EX. Survival

'She didn't look half bad but that almost always came with a cold heart. Living in L.A. where god and goddess level beauties walked, taught him that quickly.' He hated himself sometimes as a smile crossed his face. He bowed not knowing if it was proper or not.

"My name is Aku." He started by pulling one of his RP characters names... Well, nicknames. He wasn't sure if this realm of magic had true namers and didn't want someone to control him with his true name if they existed. His mind quickly delved into each character he made or played as well as characters he liked from shows.

"I feel at a loss of words when they are not naturally my own." He continued as he hoped that would buy him time to think more. He started by dusting himself off and moved closer to the small, mostly everyone to him was small, woman. He stood over her and knelt down so they could see eye to eye and put his hand in front of her.

Flaws Too Trusting - Almost always smiles - EX. Charisma

"Nice to meet you." He stated clearly as an uncontrollable smile crossed his face.

"I feel that a chimera would raise questions and if done correctly I'm not against it. You seem to like to experiment and do questionable things." He reasoned with a pause. If she shook his hand he would shake firmly but not overpowering. If not he would place it on his leg acting like he was dusting off more dust. Afterward, he would rise up and move across the room. Not wanting to make her chase him, he stayed away from the door.

EX. Awareness - EX. Survival

'If she could summon me to this realm, then it stands to reason that she could have devastating spells at her disposal.' He thought and his face fell to his all too famous resting bitch face. That only happened when he didn't look at her. It mostly had to do with him thinking or focusing on something. After a few moments he looked back at her and his smile returned. What was odd was that his smile was genuine and had a warmth to it.

"In fairness, I recommend a game. Winner takes all. I will pose a question. Guess the answer correctly and I will help you get your ingredients and apply what little knowledge I have to your next summoning. If you guess wrong you will not only apologize for the insult but you will teach me magic. He paused briefly.

"If those stakes are too low then we could say servitude. In which the before mentioned matter will still exist. If I win then you are mine to do with what I please. If you win the same goes." He laid out the challenge for her. 'She was powerful but she was a gambler. How else would he have gotten there?' He guessed.

"I would like to point out that I'm not a Pig. I just like food. If I were a pig I would have overpowered you and had my way with you. Unless the trinket in your hand is a knife, then I would be bleeding out right now." He shrugged as he started looking around the room, a smile still across his face.

'I doubt she would take either of those bets.' He guessed as he looked around. He was excited and sad and found the feeling strange.
I think they work better for comedic purposes than actual drama. Scoobynatural is one example of what I think is great Isekai style works. Taking Sam, Dean and Cass from Supernatural, an already humorous and 4th-wall-breaking show, and then putting them inside a Scooby-Doo cartoon was genuinely hilarious

It was great. I loved that episode of Scoobynatural.
I did until the last few episodes. I have watched more than a few of the Isekai anime.

I know I have seen more but I'm too tired and lazy to list them all.
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