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Naw, it's more like cry in a corner, wonder what's wrong with yourself, and then, after some more self-reflection, decide that you don't care at all. Apathy takes over, and even though you know it's not alright, you decide to simply skip the midterm.

And thus, you embrace darkness, your old friend, once more.
What if Tuesday were the day before their finals? What then, P-boi.
Wub wub time for Rakudai? XD
His most prominent ability, after all, is to be confident even when he has no idea what he’s doing, because, hey, everything’s going to work out eventually.


Dimensional Shift is only his second power. His first is Cheat Code: YOLO.
Blam, pasted. Darius perhaps gives too little fucks.
Well, someone was certainly excited.

Though Darius had seen many otakus during his Japan travels, this was certainly the first time that he’d seen someone so boldly, so seriously speak about her heroic aspirations in this new world. If it was, in fact, a new one. After all, the setting could just as easily be ‘the Earth, two thousand years after humanity got reset’ or some other silly sci-fi like that. Nevertheless, Rin was excited, the ikemen was super cautious (and terribly normal for someone that dashing), and the third member…

“Moshi moshi,” Darius said, his head tilted to the side, “Train ain’t gonna train with no tracks, and there’s no signal anywhere as well. So yeah, we all be spirited aw-”

“….What.”

And there it was, confirmation that they were indeed in a bland Euro-medieval world, instead of post-apocalypse Earth or a Far Eastern fairy tale. A pink-haired sword girl and a white-haired speed girl. Such impossible pigmentation. Such impossible physical ability. And yet, what was the strangest about this was…

“So…you two speak Japanese? Or is this something else…Ni hao? Bonjour? Hola?” He tried a few more scraps of languages that he picked up, but before a proper response could be returned, the normal guy spoke up once more, trying to get some information out. Good, that was smart. Darius could nod in approval at that.

He could nod all the way until, for whatever reason, consultation was needed in regards to the train?

The freckled youth scratched the side of his cheek.

“Like, what’s the problem here?”

With that, he took a step forward now, an easy smile on his face. “Ciao, I’ll be picking off from where he left off! Anyways, metal thing behind us is a ‘train’. Essentially, a giant carriage that moves itself, without horses. An example of…scientific witchcraft! Anyways, we were all basically just sleeping in it, but woke up to find ourselves here. Now, this is super strange because we literally came from another era or world or dimension or what-have-you, but luckily, we have at least one place to find answers in!”

A flick of his wrist produced his cellphone, and a series of taps brought out the message he just received.

“Turns out, funnily enough, we were brought here by someone. This ‘someone’ wants us to go down the beaten path to a nearby town, in which we'll get more information about whatever's going on. Now, my friend here,” Darius said, patting bishie boy in the back, “has a terrible fear of nature, what with the man-goring horns of a deer or the silent stalk of a tiger, so if you two mademoiselles could find it in your hearts to escort us there, that’d be real nice. Super helpful. Even helps you two out, keeping an eye on trouble-making foreigners such as ourselves. Truly a win-win situation.”

“So yeah. I'm Darius Jacks. Got anything to say, or shall we be on our way?”

Ok, time to post.
That sounds fairly likely. I sleep at 4AM for shits and giggles.

Then I regret it when I wake up for my 7AM work shifts or my 9AM classes.
Pleasant. It had been some time since he had woken up to the sun rather than to his alarm clock, and, as he felt the warm light carress his face, Darius decided to remain asleep a little while longer. The train was extraordinarily quiet. Was this the final stop? The final stop for a train that operated on a loop? How strange. The sun was up, but the train wasn’t moving, even though today should have been a Tuesday.

The foreigner opened his eyes, looked out the window, and found a verdant curtain instead of ad-plastered walls.

A low whistle passed through his lips, before his phone vibrated thrice. A prank then? Or perhaps…

Sorry~! I'm kiiiinda in need of some help here, so I dragged you and everyone else here to this world. Don't worry, I've handled all that messy stuff about possibly being missing, so could you please help me with some stuff? I know you're, like, not all strong or anything, but I've given everyone here a special ability~! The details are in the next message you'll get.
After you guys get your bearings straight, pop out of the train car and follow the road to get to the nearest town. You'll learn more there. Have a great adventure~!


Had he been spirited away by a God of the Land in order to serve as warriors meant to banish evil spirits from this sacred realm? Darius smiled, scratching the side of his cheek. He was taking this too well, huh? But then again, who cared? Peering over the plush headrest in front of him, he nodded with some approval. Two ladies still dozing off and a young man taking his first steps out of the door.

His phone vibrated again, and Darius made his decision. Hopping onto his feet, he finger-combed his messy hair as he exited the singular train car. A dirt road and sunny day, in a lush forest largely unspoiled by man’s touch. Birdsong wafted through the air, and a faintly sweet aroma danced by as the youth turned around, drinking in everything.

“Looks pretty safe here,” Darius replied as the dark-haired man muttered darkly about dangers and priorities, “And dunno why you’d ask the air if you could just check yourself, but there’s two girls still dozing off in there. Glasses and rock.”

The freckled youth thought for a moment, before smiling mischieviously.

“If you’re in a rush to go down the road, feel free to wake them with a kiss.”


Age: 18
Appearance:
Darius Jacks is pretty much a normal teenage kid, standing at an average height of 5’7, with messy brown hair and light brown eyes. His complexion could be considered on the darker side of things, but definitely not enough that it’s tanned. Freckles can be spotted on his face and shoulders, which he attributes to that one-eighth of Irish blood that pumps through his veins, and his hands are large, callused not due to lifting weights or playing sports, but through handling tools. While he’s a little fat around his stomach, his arms are well-defined and sturdy. He can’t run like a marathoner, and he can’t stop swords with his one-pack abs, but Darius prides himself in being the undefeated champion of Shot for Shot, Mercy, and Arm Wrestling.

Personality: Darius Jacks is an individual that’s amiable and relaxed, taking everything in stride and calmly responding. His experiences have made it difficult for anything to really take him by surprise, and regardless of the situation, he is a firm believer in his ability to chug along swimmingly. To him, the world exists because he exists, and thus, there is nothing that is out of his reach if he reaches out for it. Unfortunately, there is also nothing significant that he really cares about, leaving him to simply be an ambitionless individual who lives life at his own pace. A slow and steady pace is ideal, after all, because there's too much he might miss if he went too fast.

Abilities: Darius has worked in a variety of jobs, from being a daycare volunteer to tech support to a line cook to construction work. He’s a fast learner, especially when it comes to hands-on work, and his confidence in doing well shows in how he interacts with others. His most prominent ability, after all, is to be confident even when he has no idea what he’s doing, because, hey, everything’s going to work out eventually.

Cheat:
Dimensional Shift
No creature or creation on heaven and earth can bind him.

Total, unrestricted flight. That is the cheat granted to Darius upon crossing the boundary into another world. With clockwork wings, he flies in ways that even birds can not, ignoring inertia as he acrobatically maneveurs through the aether. And if he can ignore the laws of physics, then there is simply no way that mere magic can stop him. As long as he is aware of it, he can negate any sort of curse, bind, status effect, or magical barrier that is placed before him. As long as he's willing, as long as he can imagine it, there is no place that those clockwork wings won't take him.

At least until he bugsplats against a transparent window.

History: His parents taught him to stop dawdling and get shit done. His teachers taught him to do what he wanted to do while he still could. His employers taught him to suck shit up, because the world’s a cesspool. His friends taught him that life was much too short to stagnate in. With all those inspirations, Darius cruised through life trying to experience all that he wanted to experience, and, by the time he became 18 years old, he came to the realization that there wasn’t much else that he was interested in.

That was somewhat disappointing. He had thought that the world was a bigger place than that. So, with some help from his parents, he went off travelling around the world, searching for something new in the world that he had been born in. Mexico, England, Brazil, Russia, Tibet, Mongolia, and finally, Japan. On that last stop, he took the midnight train on a whim, and found himself a new world.
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