Eye of the Falls

[Crow]

"Wait..." Stan muttered as the girl grabbed the broom, the old man instinctively backing up a bit once he saw the handle crack from her grip alone. His eyes widened as he slowly but surely walked backwards. "O-okay! Now let's not get any funny ideas, ya hear? I-I'll even give you a discount of one hundred ninety nine dollars instead of two hundred to stay!"

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"I always have funny ideas~. Zzz... zzz... That's what makes me me~ teehee~," the girl continued sleepspeaking. "You don't want to continue your training with me then? If you do, you'll become a strong, powerful magical girl, I promise~. Unless you need a break, then I fully understand~. Zzz... ..."

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  Johnson was about to enter the shack, when he saw a talking pony. A goddamned, bonafide, talking horse. Split-jaws, gas-suckers, Brutes, Jackals, actual oversized bugs, and not even the super-alien that was the Flood really fazed Johnson. But this!?!?!? This was too far.
  
  "Am I dreaming, or did I wake up in some cartoon? What the hell is this Mickey Mouse crap?"
  
  He swore to himself. The man was completely baffled, and almost dropped his cigar. He certainly drew attention to himself when he forgot about the Cigar in his mouth, and accidentally inhaled the smoke. The resulting coughing and sputtering would make Johnson take the cigar out as he looked over to see she was talking to the fat guy from earlier and a sort of young guy who looked to be the sort of guy that would get the local PD cracking down on the apartments where Johnson used to live.
  
  "Alright, one of you pinch me. Am I dreaming, or is this hell?"
  
  Johnson asked as he approached the knot of people.
  
  "Because as far as I'm aware, there isn't a worse hell for a Marine than sunshine, rainbows, and magic."
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"Are you confident in those words?" the pony spoke to Johnson as he used her hooves to open the door instead, gesturing for him to enter first. "The worst of hells are a concept more universal than you might think."

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[thatguyinthestore]

"Really?" Stan replied as he looked over the ant creature, placing his hands on his hips. "Because you sure look like an alien to me." He replied, before he approached the girl once more and just snatched it out of her hand, before approaching the ant creature. "Well, anyways, if ya don't have money then go take your party somewhere el--"

It was then that he heard someone yell from outside, something about silence. It was then that he made his way over to the door and peeked his head out through the frame. "Why don't YOU silence you weird... tall badger thing?!" He shouted as he even shook his fist at the creature.

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[thatguyinthestore]

"Uhh.. yeah, but England is like on the other side of the ocean, cat-dood." Soos replied, either having forgotten her name or he simply preferred "cat-dood". In any case, whenever she asked what year it was, Soos fell silent. "Uhhhh... lemme see..." Soos replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small calendar. As he began flipping through it, Julie would notice that each page had a different picture of an adorable cat at the top, each of which was in a different costume and position each time. There was one in a fireman's uniform, police officer's, chef's, etc.

"Oh! Here it is!" He exclaimed. "You would be in 2012, cat-dood."

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  Johnson tried not to shoot the buff...fish? that grabbed him. He shoved the thing away, pistol in hand, the surprise causing him to drop and accidentally crush his cigar. With a grumble, he looked to Luna, and laughed.
  
  "If you'd been, where I've been? And you'd beg for someplace as good a tourist spot as hell."
  
  Johnson said, ignoring the small girl. The girl didn't seem like a threat, and frankly, a broom was one thing, but Johnson had yet to see something that could grab a bullet from midair. Not counting the Spartans he'd served with. Those crazy bastards could catch plasma it felt like.
  
  "I'm just trying to figure out what the hell is going on. I dunno if I'm in some kinda product-placement or if I'm in some sorta afterlife, but I'm gonna find out one way or the other. Preferably without having to mar my good looks."
  
  The marine said.
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[Birb]

Epsilo Gamman



“..... fine I mean I’ll go in soon I guess...”

Insert more mumbling-

“S I L E N C E”

You hear a booming... ANNOYING voice...

What the hell was that....

You slowly turn around towards the.. wolf thingy.... breathing heavily. Your shoulders and chest slowly moved up and down as you stared at the creature...

“W h a t. T h e F r e a k.”

You.. being the size you were... looked like you’d be able to tear this.. thing... limb from limb... now no, you wouldn’t do this, but you DID look angry at the interruption... you hate being told what to do...

“What do you want, small sized lusus.”

Your own rumbly deep voice almost challenged his sudden shout...

[a good voice example for him]



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[Sayo-Nara]

Morgana

“Whoa! Lookin’ cool Joker!” Shouted Morgana as the leader of the phantom thieves took out a group of shadows with ease. Morgana glanced at the map to the palace to see how far the treasure was. “It’s still have a while to go. We should head back for today.” The rest of the thieves agreed and they headed to the exit. As they exited the palace Morgana was blinded by a flash of light before going unconscious. Eventually Morgana slowly began to wake back up. He looked around his surroundings seeing some run down shack. He then looked down at himself noticing he was still in his Metaverse form.
“What the...? Is this the Metaverse?” He didn’t see any signs of the rest of the team. He decided to investigate the shack. He saw many strange people but still no sign of his team. He decided to just stick around until he found out where he was exactly.

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[Chungchangching]

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Shadman, the Controversy Artist

Shadman retracted his shaking hand from the inkling, approaching Johnson and looking at him from head to toe, wondering if he's packing anymore cigarettes with him since Shaddai could use some himself, this place is bonkers with people going left and right, he barely even knows these guys other than a few familiar faces here and there but to him, they're mostly weirdo's, not really knowing which franchise they belong to. . . This felt like a really weird fever dream, maybe a cigar or a can of beer would calm him down but there's no beer anywhere but this guy might be packing cigars with him.

"Hey man, got a smoke?" He asked Johnson, he had one with him. So, he has to have more, right? "I'm already tired of this gay ass place." Shad didn't really pay attention to his crew, he just wanted a smoke.​

 

[DapperDogman]

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Zacian

Big... portal... thing? The words float around in my mind for another few moments. Perhaps this Soos is talking about something like the rifts Palkia can create, though how he is choosing to compose himself is making it very difficult to understand. Yet, he was able to come out with something that is of use to me: this 'portal thing' is under the shack. I look towards the disorderly 'Mystery Shack' again, my eyes stopping at its front gate. Hm. It seems a tad bit too small for me to fit through, I'm afraid. Perhaps I could work with one of these smaller creatures.

It is now I begin to notice the panic in some of their eyes. Confusion is a plague, as is doubt and mischief. I see all three in this otherworldly band of beings. The shouting from inside the 'Shack,' the human with one of those cameras the people of Galar raise towards me if they catch a glance striking an unconscious woman, the troll creature seeking refuge in the shade away from the others- all of it blends together in a chaos I cannot bear to witness any longer.

Grandfather Arceus gifted me with a voice that commands the region of Galar. Surely it could command these mortals.

I rear my head back, opening my maw wide. My echoing roar pierces the air with a fierceness only a Legendary could make. "SILENCE!"

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Finally bothering to take note of the creature who had yelled, since apparently everyone else was so easily shaken by the display. The ant flexes his hands slightly, approaching the creature "Please be quiet. I'd hate to have to kill you, the small dog outside is adverse to violence, and personally, I'd rather not get your blood all over this lovely shop" his mandibles clicking together quietly betrayed a slight change in the ant's otherwise unmoving facial expression. He was decidedly more ready for a fight now. Four, lithe yet powerful arms hung at his sides, fists balled up tightly.

The Troll had the right idea, it seems, as he too stood in defiance to such a rude and unprovoked demand. Shooting him a glance, the arthropod nods in approval "It seems you are outnumbered, proud beast. Once again I'd like to say that violence is not a course of action I'd like to take here, given the long-lasting negative outcomes I can foresee" gesturing with one of his hands to the rest of the store, Kay adds "Please, let's just talk like civil creatures, needless violence is for the simple-minded"

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[Crow]

"Speaking of tourist spots, I do believe that we're currently in one," the pony comments, "ah, yes, I'm here to find a friend. I believe it would be ideal to use my Traditional Royal Canterlot Voice."

The pony took a heavy breath in, then exclaimed most loudly.

"ATTENTION EVERYPONY! I AM SEEKING A FRIEND THAT THE LARGE CREATURE OUTSIDE HAD SUGGESTED MIGHT BE INHABITING THIS ABODE! SHE IS ABOUT THIIIIS TALL, HAS A RESEMBLANCE TO SOME OF YOU, WEARS ATTIRE RESEMBLING PYJAMAS, HAS A LIGHT YELLOW-PINK MANE AND IS ACCOMPANIED BY CLOUDS!"

She then covered her mouth.

"My apologies for the rudeness. I am merely attempting to hasten my search. Has anypony seen a creature of such a description?"

Meanwhile, the sleeping girl continued to hum in her sleep.

"Luna... Luna..."

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[thefinalgirl]

Be my
Valentine


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It was morning, Valentine had returned from her midnight shift and was currently taking sips of coffee at her home. She didn't like staying up all night trying to research on countless test subjects, who were mostly children, and their anomalies that made them perfect subjects to study and test on. The nurse didn't like this but, the researchers kept on saying that it's legal and approved by the queen. She was disgusted on how they would add parasites and equipment on them while they screamed and shook with pain. The nurse was disappointed in herself, she wanted to help people and not let them become mere test subjects. After the incident that happened in No Man's Land, most of the refugees turned into test subjects and lived in the labs. The queen didn't know about them, they were a secret.

She proceeds to unbutton her dress as some kind of thing warps her. Valentine felt like she was floating, right before she passes out mid-teleportation. When she woke up, she saw herself in the middle of a forest. She had her bone saw and things with her, Valentine was confused on where she was. She proceeds to stand and observe the environment around her. The closest thing to shelter was some kind of rundown shack named 'The Mystery Shack'. If she knew a thing about supernatural creatures, she'd very much tell the owner that most of his interpretations of them are wrong and are clearly just made to attract people to come to his 'shack' that's in the middle of a forest.

Valentine stretched her body as she tried to find a person who she could talk to. She found some random old guy with a camera who seems to be talking to an unconscious blonde girl. She was getting alarms but, she decided to talk to him after the woman went away. "Hey, do you have any clue where the hell are we?" She crossed her arms as unhappy with the situation but, Valentine had already been into too much that she was already used to unexpected encounters.

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[Birb]

Epsilo Gamman



“... Jegus Christ why are so many people shouting I’m gonna lose my shit over this....”

You mumble most of that sentence, and look down at the ant thing.

“Uh.... yeah what he said... I mean I don’t know exactly how uh... ‘civilized’..... I mean whatever though....”

You continue to twiddle your fingers, mumbling more nonsense and a few curses even...

“Ok but what’s with the- yelling hoofbeast.... blue.. blue hoofbeast..(the ‘hoofbeast’ is Luna). i- I don’t even know...- HEY LADY IF ITS ANY HELP I DONT KNOW WHAT THE F * * * YOURE TALKING BOUT!!”

You quiet down after that... your ‘yelling’ voice is a bit of a strain, and it’s deep and rumbly. A few shingles on the roof of the house even rattle...

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[SeirenK]

[ Omega ]



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As the nothingness around Omega faded into material form, his head clicked upwards, a strange, eerie noise whirring up. It subsided, and with it, Omega's blue, metallic eyes quickly spun, like a camera focusing in on an object of interest. The mechanical being his hands, stretching them gently, his expression blank and disinterested. He carefully examined his own body, his vision running diagnostics on his current operating efficiency.

Omega-M. Operating efficiency, forty percent. Current status, self-repairing active. Estimated time to completion, unknown.

The machine gave a conscious acknowledgment to this and began to look around, finally focusing his attention on things other than himself. It wasn't just him in this new, strange world-- there was a plethora of others around. They all...looked strange. Some of them different shapes, sizes...some not quite what he had ever seen in the safety of his interdimensional rift. His systems tried to analyze the details of each individual, but to no avail.

What sort of dimensional rift is this, Omega thought to himself, standing there while angling his head in thought.

As people began to move and mingle, Omega slowly took a few steps backwards, his blue eyes shifting from left to right, attempting to gather in as much information as possible. His systems worked quickly, as he continued to slowly shy away from the massive crowd of people. The tall machine found himself back-first against a large tree, moving his right hand outward in an attempt to conjure his sword--but nothing happened. He looked at his hand in confusion, the HUD in his eyesight blaring and flashing with the words, 'WARNING' and 'SYSTEM OFFLINE'. His eyes narrowed in thought, and instead rested his arms to his sides calmly, raising his head back up to watch the crowd.

His first line of business was to gather as much information about these...people as possible. To him, it seemed like they were all flustered. He could use this opportunity to analyze each of these peculiar beings.

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[SpaceRavens03]

Outside of the Shack
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Rubbing his head in pain as he looked around the woods,the blonde gunslinger looked at the shack in front of him,and then at the illumination around where he is. Seems like a pretty good photo he should take,he thought to himself.

Well...probably wouldn't hurt to snap a shot. This is too good to miss.



His camera on hand,adjusting the view,exposure and contrast setting on the camera,Prompto was about to push the button when someone (Princess Luna) yelled really,REALLY,loud,as if she is the megaphone herself. Yelping (one could probably mistook it for a girl screaming due to how high pitched he sounded at that moment) in response to getting startled all of a sudden,the gunslinger unintentionally threw his camera up into the air,causing him to fumble to catch it. Luckily,aside from tripping forward and landing flat on his face,his camera landed safely unto his outstretched hands without crashing onto the ground.

“Phew...! That was close.”

Getting back onto his feet,he dusted his clothes before taking the photo.

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[Necessity4Fun]

"You would be in 2012, cat-dood."​

The Nekomata had given out a mindless nod at first, before letting out a huge 'Wait, what?' in the most baffled tone of voice ever. 2012?? That was... confounding!

"I've... I've travelled forwards in time?!"

With her fur standing on end, Julie widened her eyes at the sheer insane idea of it all. The England she knew was at the dawn of the machines, when manufacturers were gradually being replaced by metallic contraptions that did their jobs more efficiently, where workers of the heavy factories had started being considered nothing more than sources of raw muscle power. But this was the 21st century! In what kind of foot did her new home, apparently beyond the ocean even be at currently??
For the cat that existed since the Japanese Edo era, it was all quite difficult to grasp...

"Time-travel... is possible...", the cat had muttered to herself in a whisper as she began to sit back down.

...Only to have a barbarian order everyone to be quiet, causing her ears to automatically flop down trying to muffle out the awfully loud voice.

Annoyed, the Siamese had turned her head at the source, with a displeased flick of her tail. Lo and behold, it was a stupid canine. Raising a front paw in a mix of shock and contempt, the cat prepared an unkind retort, ears going back in a clear sign of aggression...

"Why don't YOU silence you weird... tall badger thing?!"​

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"​

THE OLD MAN WAS SUCH A DELIGHT! Julie just couldn't help but burst out in laughter at the way he had shunned the wolfish thing so promptly. Ohhh, she was going to like him, she was convinced of such.

"That's what you get for attempting to be all high and mighty dog!", she teased further, with such a smug grin on her face that shouldn't be possible for a cat to express. And yet, she did.

And then a new character decided to be loud. Urgh, where are these people's manners? Did they forget them back on their own homes???!

"And now it's a cartoon equine... Why does everyone have to be so damn obnoxious around here?!"

"No, I haven't seen your pet-human anywhere, you...odd pony thing.", the cat-youkai had replied with a glare towards the other, flicking her ear in irritation.

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[Sir Skrubbins]

Frank West
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"Ah!"

Wait, what?

Frank had not prepared himself for that. He felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead and his stomach tie in knots. She was awake? That whole time? If it was Frank's slap that woke her up, then he could not for the life of him, despite all of his years of photojournalistic investigative experience, come up with a fathomable explanation as to why her face was tomato-red from what looked like blushing, and how Frank would, if he didn't know any better, say that her face was contorting with pleasure, anticipation.. . Taken completely by surprise, his eyes and mind went completely blank, before booting back into reality.

"Hey. Hey, uh... you're awake?" Frank blurted out, in an attempt to vomit words to break the awkward silence between them. Briefly glancing from left to right, Frank was frantically trying to hide the fact that his face was starting to turn red, too. Better get off of her.

"D-Don't worry! I'm here to help. I'm - "

"SILENCE!"

Despite Frank's best efforts to steel himself, the raw power behind the Pokemon's roar knocked Frank completely off-balance, and ended up falling face-flat on top of the unconscious lady. Great, he thought. If he didn't look fishy before, he was definitely raising alarm bells now - and the poor lady was awake, too. His face redder, he scrambled back to his feet and reeled his face towards the Pokemon, once his ears had stopped ringing and his brain ceased juddering in his head.

"Agh! What was that for?! Hold your horses, alright?! Can't you see there's someone unconscious, here? If you got something to tell me, just - just hold on for a second!" Frank nearly seethed, turning back to the not-so unconscious lady at his feet.

"I am so sorry." Frank said, quickly, in a bid to explain himself. "H-Here, come on, let's get you up from the ground." Frank offered, attempting to help the lady up to her feet by offering her an arm in a bid to lift her up. As he did so, however, he caught sight of another lady, approaching the two of them -

"Hey, do you have any clue where the hell are we?"

Whoa.

Frank gulped, having to consciously make an effort to keep his jaw from hanging open. Talk about leaving little to the imagination. Quickly composing himself, Frank attempted to lift up the blonde-haired lady and stand up.

"Ah... no, sorry. I woke up here about a minute ago. It looks like everyone else did, too - looks like they're trying to get their information out of the people in that shack, over there." Frank replied, pointing over and subconsciously raising his camera over towards the fat man and the shack itself.

"But it looks like you've got something important to tell us." Frank began, suddenly turning back towards the Pokemon. "All three of us are all ears. You know where we are?" This thing, Frank thought, must be some kind of legendary. Some of these are supposed to be akin to Gods - surely, Frank reasoned, it would have exclaimed because it was about to explain everything, right?

Somehow, Frank doubted it.​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"Well how the heck do ya expect to find out where you are by just loiterin' around in my shack!?" He shouted in response, throwing up his arms. All these new people, from the freaky blonde who seemed to get a kick out of being slapped, to the numerous soldier and animal looking people just made Stanley Pines very... uneasy. Plus, none of them appeared to even have any money to spare, so either way it was a dead avenue in his eyes.

Upon hearing the cat laugh in response to his shouting, Stan pointed down at it with a smile. "HAH! This guy gets it!" He exclaimed, before pausing. "Erm.... cat. Y'know what, forget it!" He shouted, throwing his arms forward and shaking his head, deciding it was best to not try and wrap his head around this. He remained silent for a bit, until something caught his eye. Some... blonde hippie thing was taking photos of his property! Without paying him!

"HEY!! PHOTOS COST TEN BUCKS EACH!" Stan shouted as he quickly ran down the steps and outside, directly towards the man who took it upon himself to snap some lucky photos of his humble business.

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[Critic Ham]

The Doom Marine

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I stared down the young female, debating if I should lower my weapon. On one hand she didn’t appear demonic in nature while the on other she could have been masking her demonic nature. During that time, the pig began trying to break out of my grasp. I loosened up my grip allowing it to escape from this confrontation. No need to carry around a living thing unless I was going to chuck it at this girl.

She held her own weapon aimed at me. It was a natural reaction, one I couldn’t blame her for. Then she had to mention some Succubus named Albedo. I glared at her. I wasn’t familiar with the name, at least not one of the few Succubi that were still alive. Did they go at it while I was naked in a coffin? Whatever, I’ll just drive them towards the endangered status again.

“Move it.” A man pushed the girl out of the way and stopped when he saw me while the pig slowly began wiggling out. He remained silent as he walked past me. I kept an eye on him as he examined the gift store and eventually went deeper into the shack. Poor guy was probably just a regular man who had no idea what was going on.

Then another man who appeared as though he stepped out of a Kung-Fu action movie entered the shack. He politely asked me to lower my weapon and step away from the girl. I shook my head at the request/demand. Forgive me for being trigger happy after I just tore apart hordes of demons, dealt with a cyborg thinking extracting fuel from Hell would be a good thing, and losing a rather important weapon to my people during the transit to here. I wish to communicate that, but how was I suppose to when I didn’t even know sign language?

Memories mocked me that I did know sign language.

FUUUUUU

When the pig finally slipped away to chew on some post cards, I began to sign from what I could remember.

“Excuse me if I’m trigger happy because I had to deal with a cyborg who thought extracting energy from Hell was a good idea. Waking up stripped naked to a demon invasion didn’t help either. That and she apparently knows a Succubus. If that one belongs to the demons I know, I can’t let it run around sucking the life force out of people.”

At least that’s what I tried to communicate.

Screams of terror and surprise interrupted our little get together and shortly after an old man in a black business suit and a maroon fez walked in demanding to know why we were here. He said we were aliens. I had the distinct feeling that he meant illegals for some odd reason, but it nonetheless broke the tension as I refocused on the man.

He didn’t appear demonic either nor did he appear dangerous. He did proceed to try and bat a girl who slept on his counter with a broom. I snorted when the girl simply grabbed the broom before it could hit her. Well, this was something. Who would win. A grumpy old man or a young, sleepy child?

The man submitted to the power of the child, even attempting to weasel his way out by giving a discount. Though the child muttered something about training to become a magical girl. Wait, magical girl? I stared in horror at the girl. Demons hunted down any with even a spark of magic with a casual cruelty. Those caught were subjected to whatever method a species of demon used to drain the magic and life away from their victim.

Imps just ate them whole. Hell Knights and Summoners used blood rituals to lessen the amount lost during the transfer of power. Succubi and Incubi did their dirty little deed by force. Barons and Lords of Hell only chose the most powerful, making it into a twisted party with the victim as the main course.

The demons of Hell stopped their hunts after I thoroughly depopulated several portions after I saw the aftermath of such events.

I glanced at the other young female. If this Albedo she mentioned was truly a Succubus like the ones I know then she needed to be watched.

Then some insect waltz into our growing party. Seriously, did this shack have some kind of attraction magnet? There’s several people in here now. In case a fight breaks out, innocents are going to get hurt. The insect claimed he couldn’t pay because he didn’t have any gold on him. I rolled my eyes. In my view, this man just wanted to scam us out of money. The only thing he would receive is a spell called I cast Fist.

The old man still claimed we were alien. I sighed. He was correct in some sense I suppose. He still wanted money though and started to say we should leave when a yell cut him off. He promptly stormed over to the door, stuck his head out, and shook a fist while saying that a tall badger thing should silence itself. I simply looked at the man in annoyance. He was really starting to get on my nerves. Perhaps it was best just to jump out a window and leave this area. I could take into account various things in that time.

The insect went on to try and intimidate the wolf-like creature that was outside. Brave little insect, foolish little meal.

Then somebody yelled out that she was searching for a friend. She had a resemblance to someone(be more specific lady, there’s at least a dozen anthros running around), wears pyjamas, has a yellow-pink mane(hair?), is accompanied by clouds, and might be inside the shack. Shortly after I heard the female child mutter Luna. I glanced over to see she was still asleep.

Hm, if the creature outside was a friend then perhaps she could look after this potential magical girl instead of me. I can’t be a guardian of a child, not anymore.

I looked over to Kung Luo and signed to him.

“Think the sleepy kid belongs to the.. Pony?” My hands stopped when I saw a black as night pony with wings outside. Well, that was something, but it wasn’t demonic. And I suppose my slip up was correct since the person yelling said anypony instead of anybody.

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[Ineptitude]

Slugcat​

They didn't know where they were. They'd just been in their hibernation pod, sleeping their life away, when they suddenly woke up to this strange, alien world. Everything was so bright, so loud, and so different from the land they once knew. That's not to mention the odd creatures that lumbered about, looking around with wrinkles in between their brow and a certain unease in how they moved.

Their nose scrunched up adorably. Were these creatures also taken from their homes? They didn't know for sure, and perhaps it didn't matter. There wasn't much they could in such a situation, and in the face of being separated from everything they knew, they could only do what they've been doing their entire lives.

A bug scuttled past, only to be caught and tossed into the waiting maw of a small, cat-like creature.

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[SpaceRavens03]

Once again,before his finger could even tap on the button,through the camera Prompto saw an old man marching towards him like an enraged behemoth hunting for his flesh. Freaking out momentarily,he raised his hands up in a surrendering position as the old man got nearer towards him.

“Woah woah! Alright alright! I didn't take any photos! Well,not just yet anyway,but still! I really didn't take any before you insisted on payment! See?”

With the old man now glaring at him an inch away,Prompto quickly showed the list of photos he had taken in his camera to the owner of the shack. And true enough,all the photos he had taken are from the times he was still in Eos,none of which contained the shack belonging the old man. He doesn't know what a "buck" is (though judging by what the old guy has said,it's probably the currency in the place he's at.),and very likely doesn't have even a cent of it either. Speaking of Eos....is he even in Duscae anymore? The woods doesn't seem to look like there's any Sabertusks roaming around,picking in anyone they could find.

“Right uh....I guess this is gonna sound pretty stupid of me to ask but...where exactly is this place?”

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[CocoaMarshmallow]

Zacian

I glare daggers at the old man who responds to my call as if he were a child, but my gaze softens as I look towards the other humans, especially the one helping the woman. In my thousands of years as a child of Arceus, nothing has ever brought me more joy than mortals reaching out to one another. My expression quickly resumes an emotionless state when I turn my attention towards the creature who looks something of a Durant made of a flesh shell. His words remind me of my own. I cannot help but feel regretful as I speak to him. "You misunderstand. I call to you not for violence, but for peace." Then, I affix the troll. "You have my deepest apologies. We must band together first if we are to find out what has happened to us. It appears to me that you- we- do not belong in this 'Oregon' region. There was no other way to call you all to attention other than using the voice that was gifted to me by the Elders. Please, forgive me."

My eyes turn to the black-clad man with the camera box, glowing like small beacons of light. "This human, Soos, told us that we are now in a place that is named 'Gravity Falls' somewhere on the Oregon region. But anything more..."

Sadly, my head falls, unable to make eye contact with the human. I am a guardian of Galar, born to be a guide and protector to humans. I was blessed with knowledge when I was conceived from the womb of Arceus' mind. Yet, standing here next to this Mystery Shack, lost in a forest I have never traveled before, my sword stolen away from me, I feel powerless. Pain is all I can feel when I say...

"...I know nothing of."

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[DapperDogman]

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Zacian

I glare daggers at the old man who responds to my call as if he were a child, but my gaze softens as I look towards the other humans, especially the one helping the woman. In my thousands of years as a child of Arceus, nothing has ever brought me more joy than mortals reaching out to one another. My expression quickly resumes an emotionless state when I turn my attention towards the creature who looks something of a Durant made of a flesh shell. His words remind me of my own. I cannot help but feel regretful as I speak to him. "You misunderstand. I call to you not for violence, but for peace." Then, I affix the troll. "You have my deepest apologies. We must band together first if we are to find out what has happened to us. It appears to me that you- we- do not belong in this 'Oregon' region. There was no other way to call you all to attention other than using the voice that was gifted to me by the Elders. Please, forgive me."

My eyes turn to the black-clad man with the camera box, glowing like small beacons of light. "This human, Soos, told us that we are now in a place that is named 'Gravity Falls' somewhere on the Oregon region. But anything more..."

Sadly, my head falls, unable to make eye contact with the human. I am a guardian of Galar, born to be a guide and protector to humans. I was blessed with knowledge when I was conceived from the womb of Arceus' mind. Yet, standing here next to this Mystery Shack, lost in a forest I have never traveled before, my sword stolen away from me, I feel powerless. Pain is all I can feel when I say...

"...I know nothing of."

Interactions:
DapperDogman (kthx- I mean, K'Thix'Rax)
Birb (Epsilo)
Sir Skrubbins (Frank West)

Mentions:
thatguyinthestore (Grunkle Stan)
thefinalgirl (Valentine)​

Letting out an audible breath, the arthropod relaxes, his shoulders slouching slightly and his fists loosening once more "I'm glad there was no need for violence, I would be unable to repay the shopkeep for any damages incurred" turning to face the rest of the group, he adds "And I'm sure no-one here desires to fight before we can unravel this situation"
Turning once more to face the creature, Kay bows his head slightly "I am unaware of who you are, but I have seen many proud creatures in my time, are you perhaps a divine emissary? You carry an air similar to the messengers of the gods" Kay's compound eyes soaked in the beast before him, its mannerisms, speech and appearance all reminded him of the angels, demons, and various other divine creatures he'd met while searching for the Orb of Zot. Of course, as things went, he was an Emissary of Xom. Though that title meant relatively little, given Xom's ever-changing mood.

As for Oregon, Kay was likewise mystified. No such place existed where he was from. At least not that he was aware of. Not unusual, given his subterranean nature, but still not comforting. Either this was another plane of existence, or another landmass entirely. Neither possibility was particularly good for him.

"A shame. This foreign land could house any number of dangers."

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[Thepotatogod]

--Whisper the Woof--
Rysesaka thatguyinthestore

Whisper continues to lurk near the group, remaining completely silent as she hid behind a tree. Whisper wasn't used to crowds of people she didn't trust--and for some reason, her Wisps aren't responding to her...What happened to them? She pondered as she observed from behind a tree what would be a human dissimilar to Eggman walk towards the forest, only for him to come back to the vicinity a few minutes later as if he got lost. Somehow, the lone wolf doubts the man simply got lost. Surely, there's more than meets the eye.

Nodding to herself, Whisper prompted her Wispon on her hands like a rifle and began to walk into the forest, aiming to see what happened to the man herself. She glanced behind to keep the shack in view ever couple of steps to make sure it didn't suddenly appear in front of her...

Somehow, I have a feeling it all loops back to the shack.

 

[DerpyCarp]

Fulgore approaches the building, seeing people inside, maybe one of them are the one who purchaced it. It climbs the poarch, the wood creaking under it's weight, and walks inside. It's baleful red eyes scaning the people inside. Faint blue sparks are emited from it's forearms when it see's the people in Armor, it's programing is eager for battle. thatguyinthestore Anyone

 

[Hahli Nuva]

Kung Lao couldn't read sign language. Was this brute mocking him? It had to be that. He might not have known how to speak Mandarin, but English?

Even heartless monsters like Baraka and Reptile knew how to speak English.

The fighting monk took Doomguy's efforts as a sign of disrespect and returned a dark glare in his direction. He grabbed Doomguy's arm to pull him away from the children. Someone had to stop this man before he hurt anyone else.

"Enough of this! You're coming with me. No more lies!"

Critic Ham

 

[archur]

Achilles
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"Is that so, demigod? I would've thought you were better than to do that to somebody like him." Said Athena disapprovingly, shaking her head at the warrior as if she were a mother scolding a child.

"He slew my friend! He slew Patroclus..." He grew quiet at that, before his anger flared up again. "What he did was unforgivable!" The goddess's eyes were unimpressed, set underneath a frame of blonde hair and a spiked crown of a regent. "You immortals wouldn't understand, you've never experienced loss." He said, turning his back to his patron.

"Hector was a good man Achilles, It was wrong, and you let your temper and grief wrest control of your greater judgement. You must admit your own shortcomings to truly push the siege on Troy! How else will you be able to give Patroclus the burial he truly deserves?"

"You know nothing!"

"I am the goddess of wisdom! You will not defy my wishes!" Annoyed, she dismissed him from her temple, sending Achilles back to the realm of consciousness. His mind lurched back into his own body, feeling as if he was flung from the far reaches of mount Olympus down to the realm of mortal men. That is to say, he felt uneasy.

Eyes weren't used to the bright light that shone above him, patches of shade swaying over his face as if a sheet or leaves were dancing over his face, and as they slowly opened, he found himself lying on a bed of grass, rather than one of cloth. Immediately, he sat straight up, eyes darting everywhere, trying to put together where he was, and how he got there. Was he abducted in his sleep by the enemy? Why was he in the middle of a... forest? Troy was too close to the shore for a forest to be this thick. Who else could've took him this far? At the very least, he had his armor, and his -Patroclus's- xiphos at his hip. Strange, very strange. Slowly, he stood to his feet. Words were being spoken around him by human tongues, but he couldn't quite hear it.

He wheeled, seeing some sort of strange... building? He hadn't even seen something of it's construction ever before. Maybe this was what the storied "far east" was like? The legends spoke of more sand and spices, but this was just as mysterious. Words, or some sort of intentional scribblings were written largely in front of this building, but he couldn't read any of it. Voices got closer, but he still couldn't understand a lick of what they were saying. Is this the eastern languages? The thought of being in enemy territory sent a shudder through his spine. He decided that maybe, somebody who knew a little greek would be in the shop, from the way the building presented itself.

Anybody