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Steven Yu
??? — Dirt Road
Though he had expected some level of variety from the people who rose from the roadside as he had, what Steven had not expected was for the first one to answer his call to be what was unmistakably a small, nine-tailed kitsune with a maid outfit on. There were far more questions that this situation brought upon him than not, but it didn't take much more than the practiced introduction of the girl in fornt of him to sweep him in her pace.
Formalized customs and introductions really did transcend boundaries in more than a few ways.
"A-ah... Right. Steven Yu," he replied, bowing in turn just as culture had dictated him to do in turn before the voice of a third person pulled his attention towards them instead. When the mention of a plane came up, though, a few more things seemed to click in his head.
"A plane? Yeah, I certainly was on one. Wasn't particularly pleasant, what with all the explosions and screaming and all that, but I was," the kitsune responded as he nodded towards the knight. If that was the first question, though, then maybe the same would apply to all of them?
Mass reincarnation into a new world wasn't a novel concept, but it made enough sense to accept that as an explanation... Provided their stories—no, their deaths—matched his own.
"Uh... Can I assume you were on the same flight, maybe? Japan to US and all that?" he asked in turn. "If so, well... I don't know if it needs to be spelled out.
If anything, it might have been better for his psyche to not address the issue—at least, not for the moment. Maybe somewhere not in the middle of the road where who knew what could be waiting around... And doubly so in a fantasy world like this, where moral standards were by no means guaranteed.
@Raineh Daze@Sir Lurksalot
Steven Yu
??? — Dirt Road
Blue skies. A gentle breeze. The feeling of grass and rough dirt at his back.
If the last memory in Steven's mind hadn't been the terrifying acceptance of death before he blacked out, the young man might have presumed everything he was feeling right now to be a dream. In a sense, it could have been nothing but an illusion—a hastily-conjured construct of his mind desperate to shield him from the inevitable fact that his life had come to an end.
But here he was, feeling things too lifelike to be simply delusions borne of desperation—never mind if that was even possible to begin with, of course. With a groan, Steven pushed himself off the ground into a seated position as he attempted to process the situation as it was now.
He was here, in a wholly unfamiliar land, and given the way his surroundings looked there seemed to be no sign of any plane wreckage at all. There were a few others nearby who had yet to awaken, though obscured by the tall grass around him—maybe he could question them once they did?—but this entire situation reeked of cliche. That also meant that it was a good a time as any to try that all-important, ever-embarrassing test that was mandatory to perform at times like these.
"...Status."
Contrary to his expectations, Steven found himself staring at a tried-and-true menu with a thoroughly anachronistic look to it compared to the world around him popping in front of his face. Thereupon the young man took his time staring at the details, only to then realize that there was something strange about the race section. In his haste to check, the young man sprung upwards and glanced behind himself, only to notice that there was indeed a massive fox tail flitting behind him. There was also the matter of the new clothes he was only now realizing had replaced his old tried-and-true t-shirt and slacks, but really, those were but a drop in the bucket of things he had realized over the last few minutes.
"Well, uh... Guess being dropped into another world is better than being dead," he mumbled to himself before brushing what he could off of his clothes and tail (which was a strange sensation unto itself) and crossing his arms. As things were now, the logical thing to do would be to try and follow the road in some direction or another...
But with the others here with him, it seemed rather unbecoming of him to do anything but make sure that they were okay. If they were in the same boat—or, well, plane—than he was in, then any amount of company would be good company.
"Hey, wake up!" he called out, slowly walking over to those still lying prone on the ground. "Nothing good's going to come lying about... Or something like that."
@Raineh Daze@Sir Lurksalot
??? — Ruined Inn(?)
Where one would have expected the sounds and sights of a town full of life in the middle of the day, these four who had been given new life would find themselves in a rather odd set of circumstances. Each would awaken in an inn room of their own that had seen better days; though their beds were stiff and the air was stale, the rooms themselves seemed to be in perfect condition otherwise.
Who knew when they had last seen human use, though.
Peering out the windows would reveal a city nearly devoid of life, save for what seemed to be a few beings in metal armor that seemed to be limping around the streets for some reason or another. A keen eye might have noticed a few bones and rusted metal armaments lying about on the streets, but anything more would require further investigation.
Those choosing to open their doors would find that they did still function as intended, if not a bit more noisily than they might have in the past. All led into the same hallway, of course, but how these visitors from another world would react to their new circumstances remailed to be seen.
@VitaVitaAR@RolePlayerRoxas@Aku the Samurai@SilverPaw
??? — Dilapidated Shack
To call the place where these three souls ended up a "house" might have been a bit generous, to put things lightly. Though spacious enough to allow all three of those present a place to wake up from their slumber, the state of the building made it feel more akin to waking up after camping outside with improvised materials at best.
A quick glance outside would reveal that they were surrounded by much of the same. Though people were trying to go about their lives, the shoddily-constructed buildings that stretched and wrapped around the area did not by any means speak favorably to the situation of the residents therein...
Or what such a thing held in store for those here now.
@ERode@Zeroth@TheMushroomLord
??? — ???
The sound of water dripping down from the ceiling would be the sole noise heralding this group into the world. The odd presence of a small meadow no more than a meter wide in what was unmistakably a cavern would be an uncanny thing to witness in and of itself, but at the very least it meant that the four resting here would not wake up against cold stone.
There was only one way out—a small cavern leading into what had to be a wider cavern than what they had been brought into—but whether it was a good idea to explore the area without proper planning was another matter altogether.
@Crusader Lord@Thunder999999@Crimson Paladin@Expendable
??? — Forest Shrine
Betwixt verdant trees that gave cover to the wildlife below lay a small shrine, long since reclaimed by nature. The roof of the build had since collapsed inward, and grass and flowers grew where the light filtered in from above. Here, in this stone ruin forgotten by time, stood a broken statue. Whatever it had been mattered little, specially since the worn marble that had once composed it had since crashed to the floor into broken chunks.
In the middle of it all was a small pedestal, raised ever so slightly off the ground. Those who had found themselves here lay upon it as they slept, silent and unknowing as the world continued ever onward around them.
@Rin@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
@Expendable: Accepted.
Kochiya Sanae
Aventon — Deep Forest
Despite her own better judgement, Sanae had in fact chosen to see what sort of state Mokou was in—and was subsequently punished quite heavily for it mentally. Seeing an arm being mangled, scorched, and necrotizing all at once was hard to stomach, never mind the other injuries she had sustained.
Before she could even try calling out to the other woman about the situation, though, Sanae watched in shock as Mokou simply moved towards the centipede's still-flailing body and disappeared into a pillar of flame before promptly reappearing seconds later.
"H-how?! You-but that-how?!" was all that she could sputter out. Even if Gensokyo was a realm where residents treated common sense like it was their plaything, recovering from an injury like that near-instantaneously was on a different level of absurdity.
Though apparently undaunted by having one more enemy to face off, the centipede soon found the extent to which the two beings in front of it were a meaningful threat. Dealing with Remilia alone had been a drawn-out battle unto itself, but with Joker present—and his ability to cleave through it's carapace besides—the number of wounds it had was very rapidly growing in number.
All of this came to a head as the teenager cloaked in black swung up around it's body and used it at a footstool to reach it's head, at which point debilitating magicks were let loose upon it. Slowed and disoriented as it was now, dodging the Scarlet Devil's Gungnir was all but impossible.
A violent tremor shook the very air around them as the spear impaled the centipede's head dead-on, the force sending it flying backwards and crashing through multiple trees before finally pinning it's flailing body to the ground below.
@VitaVitaAR@EchoWolff@Izurich@Lugubrious@Raineh Daze
@Sir Lurksalot: Accepted.
Anyways, here's where I mention that I'm drafting @VitaVitaAR as my co-GM before we kick things off later today.
Anyways, here's where I mention that I'm drafting @VitaVitaAR as my co-GM before we kick things off later today.
@Crimson Paladin: Accepted.
Kochiya Sanae
Aventon — Deep Forest
Despite her own efforts to try and deal with the centipede, it seemed readily apparent that her attacks weren't exactly doing much, if anything. The sounds of further battle from her side and rear made it quite obvious that there were more, though, but given how durable the enemy seemed to be it was rather unfortunate that she couldn't actually do much in this situation.
Or, well, not in any sort of timely manner. If she had enough time and space to pound away at them all with danmaku, she could probably get them to retreat.
Either way, it didn't feel particularly great being relegated to covering fire duty, and even moreso when the white-haired woman fighting alongside her was brought back down to earth with a sickening crunch. Even in the heat of the moment, it was nigh-impossible for Sanae to not instinctively cover her mouth and stare in abject horror as Mokou, despite her impossibly-grievous injuries, shoved her broken arm into the centipede's mouth and blew it up.
This time, things were far more explosive in a different way—a scene more fitting for a low-budget guro-horror film sort of way—as the bug's head had next to no way of handling an internal shockwave. One generous splattering of centipede brains and carapace later, and the headless flailing corpse spraying blue blood all over the place fell to the ground.
It was still moving despite that, of course, but it had to have been undeniably dead by now. That didn't stop Sanae from staring at the bloody sequence in pure horror, her brain still trying to process what exactly she had just witnessed. She had the brutality of people the day before, but that was different from seeing a scene as gruesome as this play out in front of her. After what felt like an ages-long pause, though, the shrine maiden finally worked up enough nerve to float back down towards the white-haired girl who had most certainly received a few more-than-lethal blows. A part of her hoped that the scene wasn't visceral enough to make her physically ill, but given what she had seen that didn't seem likely in the least.
All the while, the third centipede—the one that Remilia was facing down—was having a far less pleasant time than the other two of it's ilk. Despite being far less dead than the other two were at the moment, it was struggling far more in trying to strike it's prey down. Second after painful second, the arthropod swerved and twisted it's body, coiling around to and fro as it attempted to land any sort of meaningful blow on the vampire fighting for her life in front of it. Every stab from the spear within the girl's hands left a gash, every slash deepend the wounds made already. The natural armor upon it's body did not make it impervious by any means, and while the others found swift release, this one kept fighting tooth and nail with a being that did not wish to die.
But maybe that was how should have been to begin with?
As the battle raged on, the centipede grew ever more desperate to finish the small girl in front of it. By now, multiple limbs had been broken off, and it's movement had begun to grow unsteady as exhaustion began to set in. As it attempted to go for a wild bite upon Remilia's torso, however, the monster would find it's head parried by a metal knife and diverted ever so slightly to the side.
Joker's intervention, while timely, did not mean that the arthropod was willing to flee. No, this simply meant that there was one more annoying enemy to try and strike down with impunity.
@VitaVitaAR@EchoWolff@Izurich@Lugubrious@Raineh Daze
Aventon — Hunter's Lodge
Though confused about Anne's rather brusque dismissal about the situation at hand, Millie chose to simply accept the woman's words at face value and nodded her head. It was weird that there was a farming incident that warranted a scream that loud, but...
Maybe the windmill had come down or something? It would've been a problem if they couldn't grind any wheat, after all...
Either way, though, the topic soon returned back towards her dreams—a topic that the young girl was more than okay with elaborating on.
"Um... Right!" she said, nodding her head, "There was that weird stuff about walls, and binding stuff... And I think there was something about 'accidents' too? It's sort of fuzzy, but I think that lady was talking about other people or something like that..."
With hew brow furrowed and eyes closed for a moment, Millie crossed her arms and tilted her head every so slightly to the side as she tried to remember that fleeting dream. A few seconds seemed to go by without any sort of progress, but almost as if a bolt of inspiration had struck, the young girl seemed to perk up almost instantly.
"Oh, right! She also said something about the country being in danger very soon! Something about the capital, I think...? But papa said the capital is super safe, so I'm not sure how that's possible..."
@Drifting Pollen
Aventon — Eastern Fields
With the stampede having been handled with (relative) haste and the farmhands shocked out of their fear-stricken stupors, it only took a bit of prodding to get them back to work. None of them had truly shaken the feeling off by this point, but at the very least they were able to move anything small enough to carry back to their (comparatively) unbroken pens and cages.
If anything, though, the opportunity provided here was a good a time as any to make some small talk while the cows were lugged back to the barn, one body at a time.
And the pigs. And sheep. And the horses too, really. Honestly, it was a miracle that the only real casualties of the whole situation were the fences and, unbeknownst to Fran, a bit of Rayne's and Anne's sanity.
@DracoLunaris@Rezod92
@Crusader Lord: Accepted.
@SilverPaw: Accepted.
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