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The Regal Rper

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1 A.M.
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"Oyu Rae ginmaerd."

They were garbled, senseless, jumbled words- if they were even words at all which held no understanding. It was a whisper in your ear or perhaps it had been a thought that sprang to mind. As time went however these words would not vanish, they grew, echoed, until you gave them consideration. And when you inevitably did- you saw it out of the corner of your eye. An exit. A large one just outside your view. You saw it for the first time, something that had not been originally a part of where you were. And when you saw this arched doorway, its staircase made of books, light streaming in- that's when everything around you changed. But for each and every one of you, how your environment shifted was different.

Staring at the empty eyes of the deceased, you watched as a bag zipped itself up, obscuring the face of the dead. The glow on the zipper vanishing as your coworkers cleaned up the mess that had been made in this crisp, slightly rainy evening. In the distance a car waited; the yellow where white should be and slit eyes of your drug lord boss illuminating as he lit a match. Watching from his parked hovering vehicle in the style of a carriage fused with a van. The elegant rails at the top with horned ugly miniature statues standing guard above his rolled down window as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. A satisfied smile on his face and a puff of purple smoke floating up from out the window as his cigar lit up between the two out of four fingers he had while the match shook itself out and then was flicked outside into the muddy waters in the trench below. Looking away, you saw the exit. Built inside of a very large tree, the blurred face of your coworker heaving a body up and walking past the exit as if it weren't even there.

But as a arms dealer you saw no real concern for violence. Not in this setting where you too had your own small group of guards. Things of your own creation watching just behind you, as still as statues. Presenting merchandise in a emptied building on a slightly cloudy day.

You didn't really get to hear what they had to say, because when you looked back to them, they froze. Freeze framed in place and you saw the exit up ahead. In the same way the exit was in front of you, an arms dealer, so was it also in front of the finance officer crunching numbers behind his desk in front of a holographic display that featured the entire city. Red orbs hovering over certain spots with glittering messages floating up like smoke from them.

Whereas the pickpocket came across the exit in an alley after swiping the wallet off some poor fool, or the brawler saw the exit by opening their gym locker, or the desk jockey simply watched it spawn in front of them as they opened the door to their office of fraud forms.

While the gardener found herself exiting a rather opulent party by her host through a hall- a mistress got up on stage and with her hooved shoes clicking with every sway of her step and hips, she swung on the pole to perform before a crowd of flowers, throwing coins and blowing fox whistles. The changes were subtle, some not so much. But when you saw the exit- as you would inevitably- your world froze or undid itself and you moved to it.

It was a compulsion you could not ignore.


One thing became clear to you as you climbed bookcase stairs into the open grassy field.

You were not alone.

As you entered the field, others began joining you, not that you cared in the time. You were in a focused state, a trance. The night sky, the sun, all four moons, the stars, and the faint shape of what looked to be planets all appearing on the canvas overhead didn't even faze you. Sure you saw all of this, but it was at the back of your mind. You saw but did not process.

You only did when your feet came to a stop and the compulsion to move, vanished.

Stars twinkled above as you were joined by these strangers, in this strange realm, in this stranger reality; no one really got the chance to ask what was going on or what was happening. Quite suddenly the earth underneath you shifted. The grassy ground changed color. It shifted into yellow bricks and these bricks became a platform under you and these new faces also. The yellow platforms stretched, becoming a purple road that rose from the ground, going down the slope up ahead, deeper still towards a unknown location within the forest.

In the brief silence, you all said nothing. Did nothing. Your conscious minds slowly made sense of what you were experiencing like you had been in a trance and the hypnosis was slowly breaking. As you came out of it, realization and whatever clothes you were wearing earlier seemed to shift. Some gained more formal attire, others, an odd mixture of casual yet salacious. A part of your minds telling you that whatever was happening might not be real, but the faces you were seeing here somehow were.

You dismissed the thought, or maybe you didn't. Whatever weird trip you were having right now- it didn't matter. What mattered was you clearly had a place to go and so did these strangers who seemed to be following the same direction.

The forest remained oddly silent as you all stood there like a bunch of awkward idiots, uncertain of what to do- crashing from this weird mind trip you had all just been through. Distractions were minimal but one came floating by overhead.

Smiling clouds winked at you from above, brows waggling with some sort of strange suggestiveness like a joke had been made at your expense between them. It was weird, random even. And as you looked around, it became more apparent that you were not where you thought you had been.

The first person to do anything b cleared his throat. A tall light brown man, black hair that had a odd color to it in the light, sharp jaw. Said not a word and then without missing a beat, he walked off his platform and began following the purple brick road towards the destination ahead. He gave each and every one of you a single glance, sharp eyes behind his oval glasses and a rather detached expression on his face as he raised a brow to pause for a single second.


"Are you comimg, or do you intend to stand there?, his calm voice for this whole odd situation almost absurd as the face one cloud was making at you above.

Clearly he didn't care to wait for an answer. He moved on. Didn't even bother to wait for a response and he kind of gave off a bit of an asshole vibe. Disappearing down the slope within just a few seconds. The tapping of his polished shoes and the fact his features weren't blurred or grossly geometrically twisted the only sign he was real at all.

A thought, more like a prodding question came to your mind:
What are you waiting for?



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Mauve Wolfsbane

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A magenta, caprine ear twitched. An incessant voice ringing once more. The words made no sense. She had been upside down when her spotted pink eyes caught sight of the arching door, her white pupils expanding when she found it. It was so out of place, and so obvious.

The Safleuyr’s body moved without her telling it to, white hooves clattering against the ground in an even rhythm as her white hair, currently dyed a bright, neon green at the tips fluttered behind her.

Mauve thought of nothing as she climbed on those stacked books.

Grass tickled up to her pastern when she realized that she had been moved against her will. Well, technically.

Ears flashed back as her glittered face soured as she took in the tall strangers’ faces and the landscape before them shifted.

The fuck. I know I didn’t just take it. That’s against her moral code. Her rules.

Her outfit had shifted, covering more than what she had on earlier, which was saying something. The green dye no longer was in her hair or tail, leaving it as white as normal. The red dye on her legs had also disappeared, leaving them their typical bright magenta.

The clouds overhead made her eyebrow twitch, the fur on the ends of her ears standing on end.

An annoyed grunt came from her as she followed after, her cloven hooves thudding the ground, her tail flicking as she became increasingly annoyed at the situation.

She was supposed to be, well, not tripping out. What about her audience?!

With nothing to lash out about, she stayed mostly silent, though if someone listened closely, they might hear the irritated, quiet hum coming from her.
 
1608156199572.png Thomas heard the strange words and turned around to question the person, however all he saw was one of his looming golems twice his size standing silently in front of him... however it's legs had the strange scene of a stair case of books leading to a door between them instead of the usual warehouse walls. The obsession and curiosity about the strange occurrence soon took over and he moved towards the door to find himself elsewhere. The thoughts of his merchandise, of the typical need to bring the guards with him, the thoughts of his mission, all gone, entirely replaced with fascination for the door from nowhere as he reached for it. The next moment he found himself in a surreal landscape in which he took a second to process what was going on, his eyes slowly beginning to move about surveying his surroundings. The gears inside his head beginning to turn: was he conjured elsewhere somehow, who were these people, how did those doors appear, how did they bring him here, and many other questions raced through his head as he tried to understand his surroundings.

However his racing thoughts were cut short as the ground beneath them began to shift, his mind just stopped thinking about other things and turned to processing all that was going on, like a scientist observing his surroundings before deducting a hypothesis, no no, that came later. His mind focused on everything trying to break down his strange scene, but nothing broke down into it's typical order, it was the pure chaos magic could bring and to deduce logic from it would take far longer than he likely had in this realm, as such he gave up and turned to the others to observe them. As of yet none of them seemed hostile which made him sigh in relief, however his attention was soon drawn to his clothes as they didn't seem the same.

As he looked at himself, he found his black swallowtail coat, which housed many tools, weapons, and inventions, turned a sleeker and deeper shade of black, and the golden clockwork engravings which had faded since long ago began to turn to their golden hue once more, it looked as good as the day he had first bought it. His tophat, similarly filled with munitions and exploding golems turned from it's plain black look into a hat adorned with gears on the sides that blended with his coat. He wasn't sure what to think as it had been a year since his clothes looked like that as the streets slowly ate away at his once pristine clothes, he felt like he was stepping into business once more with a fresh start, something he hadn't felt since Tekkim. He dismissed the idea of this being drugs instantly, as he himself had never partook, and when he was anywhere but his home base he refused all manner of food and drink unless deemed necessary by custom, of which he tested. However he had no idea what else could cause such a strange scene.

However his attention was soon drawn back to the people before him, the man who spoke up first asked if they were coming or going to stand there. It was strange that he was so calm, was he the one who called them all there, or was this perhaps not his first time experiencing this phenomenon? As his unanswered questions swirled around his mind he looked around to the others to see their responses. After the transformation he couldn't trust appearances for social status or roles played in the various gangs, temples, or normal society. They were all mysteries, much like he was to them, at least he hoped so. It would be irritating if his cover had been blown as he had spent several years in Tekkim working on it from the ground up. While the man before him was a complete mystery, he still tried seeing what he could ascertain from the others.

The man who spoke up The second he noticed was the Safleuyr, who had began humming quietly, in a seemingly irritated fashion which he found strange. The others had yet to respond but he looked at the others, second he spotted was an Arachne, he immediately planned on avoiding as you couldn't tell which was what gender, it was frustrating from his time as a child leaving a bad taste in his mouth for the race. Next he saw a cute and pale person who looked human, though he couldn't be sure. He had a feeling she was a combatant of some sort as she had a dangerous feel to her that made him a little wary of her. Next in line was the Delinous with the living tattoos on the arm it was hard to mistake, however his small lithe form made him a bruiser unlikely. The Dryad was unreadable due to their race having such varied builds and small ones being able to be powerful fighters and giant ones being ancient mages who are physically weak. The final person he felt like bothering to give a look over was a rabbit person, and it was clear they were a physical fighter with their large build and huge muscles.

Unfortunately due to the presence of magic physical looks weren't often a good judge of role, and Thomas found himself increasingly unable to determine anything of the people in front of him. He started to wish he had brought his larger golems with him, but it was too late for regrets now. He was here, and if he had to fight his way out his small stock of tools was all he had to rely on. Then again considering where he was, and the fact he knew nothing about this place he would be unlikely to escape if combat broke out. He sighed, what was coming was coming and he would have to assess the situation carefully as each person, and the surroundings, responded to one another's actions.
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Adelina Valfenz (VIII)
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The female exhaled trying to calm her nerves as closed eyes opened being greeted by starlight amongst the expanse of the field she now stood her deep crimson iris trying to find a semblance of reality in the state she now seemed to be in.
The earth beneath her shook as what was once a staircase of books melded into this field now became platforms and brick roads.

What are you waiting for?...

The utterance of a mans words was the next sense she felt hearing it spurned her into movement once more where as before she felt as if she had simply been watching herself from afar helpless in any effort to cease her own actions.
Glimpsing around the others her eyes caught that of a Mortem now clad in a top hat assorted with gears but his gaze left her as she looked his way.
She took a step off the platform following the others but keeping her distance unsure if they were all being led into some sort of trap. Though at the thought she had no idea who would gather them all like this only for this meeting to sour on bad terms. She decided to ebb her accusations for now leaving them only to herself for the time being. Her arms crossed as she walked along the road the forest surrounding throughout awaiting the proposed destination that this man, the only one who had spoken and moved first guided them towards. There was only one way to go it seemed as she looked back not seeing where she had actually come from any longer. Nothing was what the group seemed to have in common although all were now dressed in various ways denoting higher societal standing even her own garments which had been more work friendly and combat oriented were diminished to a sleek black dress that cut short just above the mid way portion of her thigh the slit in the side allowing her to lengthen her stride.
Her heels clacking against the cobbled stone of the pathway they now walked.
One thing was for sure, she was working before this...finishing up a job in fact and now she was here. The most logical reason was indeed Magic however this seemed like she was tripping off that née drug that had hit the market. Had she been drugged?, was it even that simple?
VIII doubted that highly.
Continuing to walk she stayed lost in thought trying to work her way through the events of the day that had brought her here. Yet it all seemed a haze filled journey until she opened her eyes after seeing the book staircase.
The Variant wanted answers to the formulating questions in her.
“This is unlike anything I have experienced before”
The words slipped from her mouth absentmindedly as she looked around from the various Hresh, Variants, and Mortem and the scenery. This wonderland or dreamworld or whatever it was.
 
It had been.. time since vulmar first spotted the strange door and by the time it was more as if the Arachne had lost track of it. Waves of the surreal energy seemed to gush out from where his office should have been. But why? Why here? Why now? Was it just some stupid prank? No couldn’t be. The Arachne rubbed his eyes with his uppermost set of arms then again with the other too just to make sure. It was certainly there. Letting out an extended sign Vulmar would reluctantly step through and into... a field.. was this some dream? It very well might have been. Vulmar left too disorientated to really spend much time making out the other figures that had joined him as the grass became brick for some reason.

luckily it seemed as if everything had claimed down at least somewhat. The Arachne took note of his own outfit change it had been a simple uniform plane white shirt and cleanly pressed pants before. Now his previous attire hand been replaced with much shorter pants and a low cut open back shirt. Not exactly something he’d wear normally but whatever.

finally having time to take note of the others around him. The most noticeable was the delinous that looked to be quietly chatting with their dueinous or arguing? a little hard to tell But they seemed harmless. Next was the Safleuyr who just seemed annoyed to be here probably as much as Vulmar was. Then there was the rabbitperson that Vulmar mostly skipped over his attention quickly drawn to the human with the fancy hat. They looked as if they were assessing the situation or Maybe trying to recollect themselves?

two other humans were also present one asking them all to follow them and the other one echoing what everyone here was probably thinking out loud. Then last but not least a dryad. vulmar would Cross his arms in annoyance and just go along with this for now. “Mind if I ask why we're all here for then?” He’d querying the human that had asked them all to follow them. Hopefully he’d get a satisfactory response or maybe one just as cryptic as this whole place was.
 
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Laurel Lamiales
1F5DC22E-52AF-4906-B50F-3C51CA47FF44.jpegMumbles. Muffled murmurs and maffled mutters. Try as she might they were all Laurel could even process about the situation she’d found herself in, and despite that the disclarity of the words wasn’t the thing keeping one of her leafy eyebrows raised. Nope, that honour belonged to the fact that she had no idea where the gibberish was coming from. The words were repeated; louder, clearer and yet somehow even more confusing when she could finally make them out.

’Oh, you raw gym-nerd’? Or is it saying ‘Oi, you rare gin-head’? No, obviously not, those aren’t even—

A light killed her futile attempts at understanding, it was coming from a doorway preceded by a stack of books—a staircase of books. A staircase of books that Laurel found herself climbing no matter how much she tensed her legs, trying to get them to stop.

Her surroundings dissipated into a familiar hall as she climbed higher, extravagance encased her from all sides in the form of frivolous chandeliers, one-of-a-kind paintings and floor-tiles far too expensive for anyone sane to purchase. It was Lord Eigir’s manse; she was in her boss’ manse and so were a bunch of other people, that had to be the case and yet at the same time it just logically couldn’t have been.

The smell of alcohol and perfume disappeared along with the obnoxious conversations as Laurel found herself in yet another place—this time an open field. Whatever had been making her walk was gone too, at least she hoped it was, and as if things weren’t already making her head spin, her plain short dress had been replaced by a sleeveless amber gown. It reached the grass and covered the cages she now found her feet trapped in; high heels. It was almost as if she was dressed for the party she’d just left.

Then another voice came, it was deep and only startled her—far better than confusing her: “Are you comimg, or do you intend to stand there?” Even ignoring the condescending question, the way he was so calm in a situation like this reeked of arrogance. She was able to assess that he was a mortem before he disappeared, and although she had no reason to listen to him something in the back of her mind was urging her to go along with him. It was definitely better than standing still with a freaky cloud staring at her.

The mortem man, the grass and the clouds weren’t the only thing keeping Laurel company on this acid-trip down a purple brick road. There was a Safleuyr who was humming for some reason, probably to calm herself down but she looked more pissed off than anything—her increasingly annoyed expression not so different from Laurel’s own. There was also another human among them, he was wearing a suit and a unique hat that she knew she Lord Eigir would pay a really stupid amount of money for. Laurel couldn’t help running numbers in her mind just at the sight of it, but she did note that there was also a bunny-man and a Delinous accompanying the party. A third human dressed in all black spoke her mind seemingly quite freely and a towering Arachne did the same—the former’s words not as helpful as the latter’s.

They were all thinking It, or at least Laurel was; she needed answers about this racially diverse fever dream and would’ve said something herself if the Arachne hadn’t done so first.


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Harrison
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For Harrison, he'd not noticed the whole strange portal until he was too late as he'd smugly swiped a wallet from some unsuspecting idiot he'd have his eyes closed for just a couple of moments and now he'd ended up in a psychedelic hellhole. a dark red mass slithering up his arms forming a reptilian head across Harrisons called and half-scale-covered limb, hissing and whispering softly towards its host. "well why didn't you notice it then hmm?" Harrison retorted back to his Dueinous's angry hissing. huffing a little the Delinous would continue through the bizarre twisting terrain of hills and forests and.. oh the ground had turned to brick.. the entire time both seemed to casually bicker with one another ignoring the scene playing out around them. simply just ignoring the whole mess until Harrison realize there were others around him. Interesting well at least one of them was. the man in the fancy suit... he probably had something valuable.

what Harrison hadn't noticed was his outfit had changed to a smart more fancy-looking suit upon himself. not that it was too important to Harrison himself. the Dueinous slithering around upon the delinous's skin looking around at the others. It whispered gently to Harrison warning him about the dryad and the Safleuyr, as it found the entities to be possibly dangerous as well as the human that called them forward. Harrison looked up at the guy. that Arachne asking probably the best question here. Harrison would just wait for an answer after all. no point in pointing yourself out just now right?
 


Uthali

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If the...Arachne? Yes. That is what they are- thought he knew anything about this situation just because he was the first to speak, the first to react, and increasingly- it seemed- the only one not showing their visible confusion over the scenario they had all been thrust into, then they were going to be disappointed quickly. While he didn't give them a answer, he shrugged his shoulders. Just because they were strangers didn't mean they were civilians, not that the average civilian couldn't pack a decent hit- but against a Centurion? Someone like him? It was play. Their clothings told him little he could use either and if his memories were correct the rules here were different--

He paused at that thought while still moving. Enough for it to be noticeable by the others at least so he turned the pause into a stumble to save face by having his shoe toe hit the ground and cause him to trip clumsily forwards. As he caught himself and readjust his glasses, glancing behind him as if to check in hopes no one had seen that-- which would be impossible considering the forest they had entered wasn't dense and the path was straight-- a thought surfaced.

Have I been here before?

The answer was no, he felt. No idea why. The feeling that he had done this before in a different manner was evident. He wasn't sure how, he just knew that he had, learning something important.

The rules were different and often volatile.

Whatever that meant.​

Not exactly something he would share, because if anyone was trying to figure something out it made logical sense to point out him if he started dishing out information that could implicate him.

Back to counting. 1, 2, 3. He checked left then right. 4, 5, 6. His eyes went back up to the strange sky. A cloud sticking its tongue at them in jest from above, two other clouds behind it making expressions like they were giggling, laughing.

Time to try again.

Are you there? his eyes shifting around, head turning left then right.

No response. Not even a hint of their presence. So whatever was happening to them, whatever had brought them here- seemed to have even the power to sever the connection with his Familiars.

Yet there was that familiar feeling he just couldn't figure out. His brows slanted, it felt like there was a blockage in the pipeline that should have brought up the memory. Was something keeping him from recalling? A pinch of paranoia crept in for a moment, and when it did, he became increasingly aware of all surroundings. That irritating hushed whispering, muttering curses or aggravations under her breath was the loudest. Like his hearing had just been turned up to 100 and all he could hear from the shifting of clothes, the clicking of hooves, the tapping of heels, was her muttering--

Uthali inhaled deeply through his nostrils, exhaled slowly through his mouth, and his suddenly heightened senses returned to normal as he exhaled, though on the edge he was still so vividly aware of the Saflueyr's rambles.

Turning around and walking backwards the taller of the bunch looked down the road to those following around or behind.

"Miss," he called out to the shortest of them all, voice much more gentle and less dry than it had been before, snapping his fingers together in her direction to make it clear he was talking to her
"Hi, yes, sorry to interrupt- I understand if you are frustrated" his expression no longer a blank slate but now a somewhat empathetic look- "but your ramblings will not help. In fact, before things get too tense given this situation I want to introduce myself. My name is Elric" he lied. " I don't know about the rest of you but I have no idea what's going on either for anyone else that happens to be clueless. Frankly speaking until a few minutes ago I was at my office before I found myself here."

His eyes narrowed briefly, and he paused to look in the direction up ahead.

Bad timing. This won't make me look any better.

Turning back around to walk normally he continued. "I don't expect you all to trust me, but the least you can do is tell me your names. I'm not lying to you when I say I don't have a clue of what's going on. If we were all pulled into this together, the least we can do for each other is not be absolute strangers. Who knows what is outside in this forest? I don't know about the rest of you, but my magic isn't exactly that strong if something comes up. I'd rather not have the only beings around me, ditch me if things get suddenly tense out of a sense of paranoia or feeling I have led them into a trap."

Not that I can expect you to trust me at all anyway or listen to anything I say, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there won't we? He thought, keeping that to himself.




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Winning had always been important. Not to Cyracus, just to everyone else around him. He was expected to win, to be at the top of his game. The strong topple the weak, don't be the one to become the prey. Ingrained mantras like that had followed him around long enough.

So, when he started losing for a living, it was an odd but welcomed change. He was rewarded, not scolded, for not being a loser. If his mother and the Centurions could see him now, bloodied and beaten down, he was sure they would have been disgusted at what he let others do to him for some cash.

But then it was all an act too. It was all for a reason, to keep his cover. 'Thorpe' might have let people spit in his eyes and shove him through walls or into the ground for some easy money, but Cyracus would have refused to be a pawn long before matches began, and let rip into opponents. Not because of his pride or because he wanted to win, but because it was just engrained in him to fight back, to stay strong, just as he was taught and encouraged to.

Cyracus, discarding a blooming red tissue, figured he would be heading straight home to nurse his wounds there and stack up his earnings in the safe. He had planned to curl up with a book in that run-down hovel of his until he fell asleep, gather his strength before doing it all again the next night. Yet, as he opened the rusting locker door to grab his things and to get the hell out of there, that was when he saw the winding book staircase, an almost blinding light. If it wasn't an entire staircase built out of books that would attract him, it was something else that drew him inside. And surprisingly, he found it easy to just step in, and to keep walking.

Stepping into that wild grassy field, it reminded him of home. Late nights spent sleeping under the stars, sometimes alone, sometimes with a companion, or perhaps more than a companion. Though he was caught in a hypnotic trance, following along on a whim, he somehow knew it wasn't his home. He hadn't noticed the others that had joined him, at least, not at first.

So when he was coming out of the trance, wondering if that hoof to nose he got earlier had well and truly mucked up his mind, he tried to discern where he was, who he was with. And...what he was wearing. It wasn't terrible by all means. Perhaps odd to other onlookers - what barely counted as a shirt, and rather, two long, dark sleeves on his arms with adorned jewellery, some good, wide pants that at least gave him some decency. Something odd was at work here, but judging by who he was summoned here with, it was clearly of some great importance.

Cyracus's violet eyes had jumped between Mortem, Hresh, perhaps Variants in the mix too. His ears did twitch at that man's call for them to get moving, the humming coming from the Saflueyr, though not that it had bothered him. He was usually quite sensitive to such sounds, but here, was actually disappointed the woman was asked to stop.

Rather than answer straight away, the man thought to watch the others, listen to what they had to say first. He felt the gaze of one man on him, focused on him and clearly looking over him. He wasn't so sure what was so interesting to him. He was rather imposing he believed, with the way he was built, and being dressed in such an odd way as he was. But he didn't address it. He wasn't concerned by the stare. He put it down to common curiosity.

He was more concerned about where they were, what they were all being pulled into. Perhaps more concern should have been put to who he was with. Cyracus would handle that should someone decide it was a good idea to attack a Half-Blood like him. He could grow bigger, after all, tougher.

Cyracus opened his mouth to give his name, already having well trained himself to give one, and only one. "Thorpe," he answered, as he followed along. through this forest. "I don't run if things get a little rough 'n tough, so you don't need to worry about losing a potential teammate."


 
1608166263586.pngThe question 'What are you waiting for?' Popped into his head, however it was quite clear to him what he was waiting on: An assessment of the others to make sure none were hostile or harboring ill intent. Once he had that he would continue forward, as for now he felt safer with the group as the possibility of one turning hostile was lessened, let alone if they did their chances of removing the threat would be much higher. He was being especially cautious without his large golems beside him, and he only had one small golem shrunk within his satchel. Releasing it now would make him more of a threat, and playing it low was the safest route for now.

As he began walking with the others he watched the women who gave off a dangerous feel walk down the road, her clothes now changed into a slick black dress that accented her figure causing Thomas' face to lightly blush. In the underground of Tekkim he stayed away from the red light district and few gangster's, even amongst the female populus, wore revealing clothes due to the environment and the possibility of combat at any second. She soon spoke up, seemingly absentmindedly at that, but he couldn't help but agree with her on the matter. This wasn't like anything he had experienced before.

Next the Arachne spoke up asking why there were all there, though that was all Thomas paid attention to about them at the moment as he was more concerned about the others in the group... and the fact he didn't like the race due to how confusing they were in regards to gender amongst humanoids. His gloved hands clasped together behind his back as he looked out at the others, his body making slight movements to make sure everything was where it should be. Thankfully his magic tool that fired elemental blasts and was designed akin to a gun was still in place so self defense wasn't out of the picture, though he would rather not use it. His satchel was where it should be, and tightly kept against him with it's countless locks and anti-pickpocket safeguards, as he had dealt with pickpockets in Tekkim, and it took him about twenty times to be pickpocketed before he managed to get the design right. Granted now that he had nearly perfected it the pickpocket would indeed have a nasty surprise.

The dryad also appeared to come out of it's stupor like the rest of them, she ignored the man who left and seemed to be contemplating everything much like himself before she eyed his suit, he almost swore he could see dollar signs in her eyes as she looked at his hat. Strange since it wasn't worth all that much anymore, but he wasn't sure what to think as the delinious also began looking at him with greedy eyes, they were both probably pickpockets or scam artists. He would have to watch his belongings around them, well the scant few that weren't golems that is.

Finally the strange man who spoke up first spoke up again. He was the only one saying something with meaning, rather than remarking on their fascination or confusion regarding the situation. While it only deepened his suspicions and concerns regarding the man, he couldn't help but acknowledge the truth to his words. After assessing everyone, he found that the man before him seemed most likely to be a danger than the others, and seeing that he wished to be on good terms made Thomas unsure what to think now.

Next spoke up the fighter were rabbit who identified himself as Thorpe, who declared he wasn't one to run from a fight, which didn't surprise Thomas considering his build. "Very well then, I suppose I shall go next. I am Archimedes Gearheart. And all things considered we're safer in a group." He proclaimed, using his false name. It was likely they would all use aliases as they were still total strangers. "I doubt any of us know what's going on so asking what's going on is likely pointless. I expect we must keep moving forwards and observe for now."
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it seemed the leading guy wasn't gonna give up any information on what was going on.. this left Harrison... annoyed, it seemed as if no matter how wacky this place was no one knew what the hell was even supposed to be going on. looking up at the clouds for a moment Harrison would just sneer at them as he walked trying to look scary but mostly failing much to the snickering of his dueinous. "oh you shut up... let's just listen" Harrison whispered to his symbiote. As now it seemed it was time for introductions.

the leading man was apparently named Elric whom was interesting in getting everyone here to work together... yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he really should trust the fellow. just maybe? it was a gut feeling but that feeling was there nonetheless. next up to reveal their... name or perhaps a fake name since no one could really be trusted. was the were-rabbit who wasn't wearing all the much the gold did look nice perhaps he could take that later? but apparently, his name was Thorpe.. ok cool, and finally for so far... the top hat guy.... Archimedes... wait wasn't that a bird's name? Harrison was caught off guard by that. Yet he wasn't game on saying anything just yet... just in case this was all bullshit yet it did look like no one hand a clue what was truly going on..
 
Mauve Wolfsbane; AKA Button Rose

mauveannoy.pngAfter a couple of irritated moments of irritated humming, her pink speckled eyes continued taking in her surroundings. She was more concerned about the location than she was about her company.

Stupid taunting clouds.

She felt a vein pop every time she spotted one of the clouds making a ‘neener neener’ face.

It didn’t take her long to come to a for-sure conclusion that she wasn’t drugged. When the others were seeing the same things she was, it wouldn’t make sense.

That’s one worry to tick off from her mind.

A snap grabbed her attention, from the man who was getting further away with each step, thanks to his damn long legs, her irritated grumbling ceasing about as instant as that. She noticed the snap was to her.

Her lip curled up as her eyebrows furrowed down, her ears twitching, “Oh, gee, sorry that not everyone has the quiet way to process whatever the fuck’s going on.” Her eyes narrowed, her tone had been venom to match her own poisonous self, her tail flicking at the end of her sentence.

Everyone moved onto introductions as Mauve crossed her arms over her chest.

Button Rose. Just Rose is fine.” It was instinct to spout of her alias versus her true name. She didn’t trust any of these beings a lick. Nor did she trust the situation. Her eyes flicked to the snappy-fingers Elric, “And like Thorpe, I don’t like ditching from a fight.
 
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97CBDD42-EBC6-41F9-8F98-5A02F68E31EA.jpeg... Elric, Thorpe, Archimedes... Elric, Thorpe, Archimedes, Rose... The names had been cycling in Laurel’s head since the first name had been revealed, a new one being added with each new introduction. It was the only way she’d be able to keep track of them with so many coming at once, and she needed to keep track of them. Not only so that she could call them out if one of them turned tail and ditched the rest during something dangerous, but also because people liked it when stupid little details about them were remembered; it made them feel special.

Laurel was sure that Elric wasn’t telling the truth in his answer to the Arachne’s question; she was sure most of what was being said was a load of crap. The only thing anyone of them said that had some worth was the Saflueyr’s little angry outburst, and only because it affirmed that at least one thing in this world of insta-clothes and smiling clouds made sense; people who obnoxiously clicked at other people to get their attention got cussed at.

“Um, he-hello everyone... I am Cordelia,” Laurel said softly, frowning. Her brows—previously slightly furrowed—were pushed upwards and together in an expression of anxiousness as she sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m usually not a nervous person, this place is just kinda freaking me out. B-but, don’t worry! I’ll try my best to help if anything happens.” Laurel tensed up her shoulders as she spoke. Everyone else was being vague or showing some guts or both, and as such playing a panicky damsel in distress just doing what she could was probably the easiest way to seem non-threatening; earn some trust and maybe even protection from some of them.

Yeah, as if they’re really all not going to just ditch a group of strangers if things start to look bad.


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Vulmar would cross four of his arms underneath his chest in severe annoyance as it seemed that the leading human that had urged them to follow had no clue what was going on... perfect everyone was confused. And that delinous was still talking to themselves... hadn’t said much had...they? It only made them the most suspicious of the entire group here. The Arachne's attention quickly shifted back to the leading human. Who after getting annoyed with the Saflueyr's rambling tried to get everyone to work together... was there any choice anyway since it seemed people were gonna be freely giving out names to one another like it was a friendly gathering? Whatever Vulmar thought to himself if it did come to a fight these lot would probably so easy hed only need two arms to put em down.

and now with the name reveals. So far the were-rabbit had said their name was apparently Thorpe, the leading human then saying their name was.. Elric. wait that was a dude's name right? ok so the lead guy was a male. same with the tophat one.. at least it sounded that way... Vulmar still couldn't tell if Thorpe was exactly a male or not. again the delinous had not spoken up nor cared about the situation... very suspicious. next up on the naming thing was the Saflueyr their name was button rose? ok hard to tell what that was. and then the dryad spoke up... their name was Cordelia? sounded like a girl... so yeah the dryad was a girl... ok that cleared a lot of things up. and with a huff Vulmar stepped forward being the tallest of the group. "well hi.. names... Ryllae, and i guess we are all stuck here for now hey? so fine ill work with you lot.. for now" he'd say unfortunately for anyone trying to decern the Arachne's gender the fact the name sounded decidedly more feminine.. and that was the point... "soo we just keep going till we find something then?"
 
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Adelina Valfenz
The group at the first mans behest who revealed himself to be Elric, divulging he in fact was in the same theoretical boat they had all been lumped into and tossed into this sea of one part confusion, two parts Magic and another part hysterical drug trip.
The vampires eyes listlessly moved from one to another as they all began to slowly introducing themselves. Her eyes catching the Mortem now known as Archimedes holding his eyes on her outfit and body a little longer than others accompanied by his flushed features.
The delinous whose symbiote seemed to do more speaking than himself.
Once the dryad had finished her introductions she supposed it was her turn.
“No one is going to run, we at least have that common aspect among us.... as for all this.”
The woman continued after a she turned her neck to the side in an effort to crack it and release of the pressure building non her joints.
“It appears we have another choice to make besides the simple one that had been forced on us...”
The female breathed her eyes aiming from the group towards the path as the Arachne had spoken on whether the group should just keep walking forward.
Whoever had created this scenario as that is what she had confirmed was going on here definitively this wonderland of sentient like clouds and Amethyst roads.
Was it a test? To see if they would keep huddling together like sheep or strike out on their own.
Not that they had many options other than walking forward at this moment.
The woman wondered if she could see through to the reality of the magic weaved to confine them.
Adelina tried to activate her divine eyes but to no effect. A small barely audible gasp being the result of the attempt. Her magic seemed useless here, and that in turn meant that they knew of her abilities to pinpoint and disable her magical abiliti...

A sharp pain came to her eyes as if the feedback was still present from utilizing her augmented iris. A forefinger and thumb reached for the bridge of her nose as to stem the pain as she winced a bit before shaking the remnants of the pain away.
Well that’s useless, who the hell manufactured this place? And despite everyone’s confusion they all seemed rather calm about the situation they currently are in herself included.
“Adelina”
She added to the growing roster of names that was being revealed.

Amidst the realization that her powers had no effect here and that this cast was here for a purpose she could discern no more than that everything else like a heavy fog.
Even the images of what she had been doing before the event seemed hazy again although she knew she had remembered them a moment ago. Had those been fabricated as well?
The vampire stepped forward to the front of the group looking up to the one that had introduced himself as Elric. She felt a sense of familiarity, like she had seen this man before... in some capacity. She had seen him before...in passing?, or more personally she couldnt
Her eyes held on him for a moment longer before returning to the task at hand of walking fowards.
“Well then, let’s go”
She said affirming to the others, they were not going to leave this place any other way, than to play the game set before them.
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The group come across a split where the purple road they have been following divides into three paths. A debate forms on which path is to be picked, and due to increased insistence by Elric who explains that there is only one right road to pick, suspicion is thrown his way. After a decision is made, Elric attempts to stop the group from moving forward but after argument with the others steps aside so the group may pass. The group take the central road which had the most votes. A lingering tension exists since the debate on what choice to make began.




  • As if in response to her gaze, Elric's eyes were cast in Adelina's direction, ending he moved forward.

    Up ahead the purple road split into three separate paths. One path on the left led to the sound of what could barely be heard as humming to some ears, or a somewhat faint mumbling of a song. The central road led off to a slope downhill where just a little ways past was some sort of city. Metal poles of some sort leading to it or what looked to be some kind of odd rail system that was for transport. The right road leading to blossoms that fell to the ground from branches above, carrying with it a peaceful air.

    The group came to a halt at the divergence and the conversation to pick a path began.

    "I suggest we go right." Cyracus stated, pointing down the path. "Looks safe enough--"

    "No."came Elric's rebuttal with an air of firmness, eyes hinting at distrust down that path. "We should go this way." Eyes followed the direction he pointed towards, the road on the left. Where that strange humming was coming from.

    Cyracus, who turned to him, regarded him with narrowed eyes. People would differ in opinions, but the distrust that lingered in his words and his gaze troubled him greatly.

    The suggestion obviously got some raised brows from him. One he noticed after glancing at the others upon their silence.

    Incredulously, Elric stated with confusion, "why are you looking at me like that? I'm right. We should go left."

    "And what makes you think that you're right?" The man in the Clockwork themed attire stated. Archimedes brow raising even higher. "How could you possibly be sure of yourself that you are right and he's wrong? Weren't you the one saying you had no clue of what was happening here? What about the rest of us?"

    Elric didn't respond, in fact he kind of just blinked at them, somewhat frowning at the insinuations and then after glancing down the road he had pointed to, turned to address the others. "What would you all suggest then if not the left road?" His tone implying a hint of displeasure.

    "The center path is likely the best option to gather information on this strange realm as there is civilization, and who knows what dangers lie in the wilds in these places?" Archimedes stated, "I vote we go straight through the center. There's a city up there--"

    "That looks more like a town to me" Elric corrected.

    With clear annoyance, "This gathered establishment of civilized people could be our key to figuring out what's going on around here."

    "Or," Cyracus added, "we could just take the least cliche route and go for the nice looking petal littered path. I'm pretty sure out of everyone here I can hear the best" he gestured towards the obvious satellites on either side of his head. "And if I'm being honest, this place is weird enough- what if that town is just as bad?"

    "And an innocent looking road like that isn't?" Adelina replied with a wrinkle touching the nose at her skeptical glance down the right road. "Sorry, but I think I'm for the town. I vote center."

    "Two for center, one for right, one for--"

    "Two for left." Cordelia informed. "I don't know why but I think we should go left."

    "I think the central road.” Mauve piped up. "Can't imagine why you want to go down the road with the weird humming but if there's a town, then there's people and if there's people there's answers we can get." Mauve nodded with affirmation, the added thought: Especially if it gets us away from those irritating clouds.

    Elric hummed with displeasure. Eyes glancing between all three paths. Something was clearly bugging him. Just why did he want everyone to go left so bad?

    "Ryllae? Various?" He asked. "Your opinions?"

    The eight armed being shrugged and with one of his set of arms pointed to the center. "I'm with the others."

    The bespectacled man turned to look Harrison's way, waiting.

    The Delinous glanced at the being on its arm, the two shared a look, and then Harrison pointed to the center lazily with a wave of his hand, moving forward before simply returning to the whispered conversation that they were so occupied with but then Elric moved and blocked the path, staying far enough away from the road but close enough to the group they couldn't get on. He walked right up and just stood there with one hand held out in reassurance to say "I really don't think we should go in this direction." For all the good that did, especially when he had just said earlier he had no idea what was happening.

    The thought wormed into your heads, fueling annoyance and frustration, perhaps a bit more so than it really should have and that simple thought was: why did his opinion matter?

    Vulmar would simply cross each set of arms giving Elric a death glare. “What makes you so damn sure you're right then mate?” the arachne would question.

    At the question Elric became quite distracted in his own thoughts. He didn't respond as a result, glancing at the roads as if keeping his eyes on them than the people in front of him was more important. "I can't answer that because I don't know why. All I know is-- where are you going?"

    "Through the center, I don't really see a point in staying together when we don't know each other. Let's just go our separate ways and that's that- so if you'll excuse me--"

    He cut her off, stepping to the side to block her.

    "Really?" Archimedes sighed. "I'm starting to think if we can't trust anyone here, it's you. Don't know why we can't take that path hm, or is it that you won't tell us why?" He asked with a narrowed eye and raised brow on the other.

    "Look big guy, just move out of my way, okay?" A hoof moved, a step followed the direction. Elric towered over the Saflueyr, looking through his spectacles down on her. A subtle shake of his head, a sign not to push for this.

    "Let's talk this out a bit more first."

    Irritation spiking, Mauve turned around and began walking back. "Fine! Be that way!" She sourly called back. Just as Elric was about to speak again, Mauve abruptly took off for the road on the right. In a second, like a defender, Elric was there. For a guy who was moving in a suit he moved pretty fast, at least as far as Mauve noted but it meant little when she was faster.

    "HA! Sucker~!" Leapt right over him, across the road and towards the central path. A mere two feet from landing, Mauve grinned in victory- only for a sharp sting at the base of her spine and a yank on her tail causing her to lose balance. Yanked on like a rope with one hand, then pulled backwards with a sharp and stinging yank, the Saflueyr went backwards in the opposite direction of her intended route. All motion stopping when two arms snatched her from the air and the person in question lands before turning around and putting her back down, slightly dropping her as he did a few inches over the purple brick pavement.

    "Don't make this difficult", came the warning as he leapt backwards and away. "You may be faster than me, but I'm pretty sure I can keep up with you." And then Elric's strange gold eyes looked up at the others, a hint of a smile making its way on his face. "And I'm serious, I don't think we should be hasty about this. Unless you all really suspect me and want to make this bigger than it really is. Then feel free. I invite you to cross. But I'm offering a better--

    First, you snap at me,” Mauve had recovered from her surprise that a mere Mortem had the speed to match her. “Then, you snatch me out of the air. What is your damn deal? You are making it very difficult to see that you aren’t the cause of all of this,” hoof met pavement as Mauve glared at Elric, her arm gesturing at their tripped out surroundings.

    Having ignored the situation harrison looked up again at the others “She’s right you know wasn't exactly any good reason for you to get so defensive over what path we take unless you know something we don't then just spill” he’d comment his symbiote slithering around upon his arm in agreement.

    There were two attempts at trying to make a reply, but in the end Elric just turned to look at the road. "...You're right. Maybe it's just anxiety getting the better of me." He sighed, running a hand through his shortly cut hair. "I genuinely don't know."

    Mauve continued glaring at Elric with a breathy huff, though none of the tension left her body after he had agreed with the Delinous, keeping her eyes on the mortem. Every action he’d taken so far only made her not trust him all the more.

    And with that, Harrison crossed the little distance left, and stepped into central road, and the moment his foot touched the path, was the same instant all the other roads disappeared, breaking up instantly into dust, the paths they led to eaten away by growing trees, shrubs, and distancing away as if parts of the forest were moving away.

    In that moment, as Elric watched this happen, a look of perturb on his face from the displeasure, he shook his head. Then wordlessly, followed down the only path to the distant town ahead.

    Cyracus had been silently watching these arguments take precedence over making a firm decision with all of them. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for him. Back home, North and South butt heads more often than two disgruntled Minotaurs. The Ixzea Temple often rang out with a bombardment of insults and arguments with both sides never quite agreeing on anything. Meetings could continue on for hours, even days, where decisions couldn’t be reached as a result of the each side bickering.

    So when the two roads disappeared after Harrison stepped foot onto the central path, the forest warped and shifted, the roads rising into dust, and moving far out of their reach, Cyracus wasn’t sure how to feel.

    The arguing had ceased. But it had left behind a bitter taste in some of their mouths, and left others without a say in their situation.

    He watched Elric walk on ahead, wordless, not even contemplating what kind of situation just arose. Cyracus watched him walk before turning and looking at the others, gesturing with a thumb, “So, we’re just ignore the disappearing paths?”

    Mauve swung her tail to her front, running her hand over the magenta fur that was yanked on under the white tuft as she decided to stay as far back and away from the rude mortem. With the landscape so far, it was hard to be surprised by the shift. Looking at Thorpe, she shrugged, “Whoever put us here-” her eyes shot over to Elric “-seems to think we should go the same path.

    “Well it’s rather clear now that we only have one path left, so let’s not tarry and let bickering sour our ties, lest we become enemies instead of allies in a foreign land of which we have no understanding of the various dangers and customs that we will find here. I say let us continue onwards now that our path has been chosen, though it was hastily the majority agreed with it so there is no need to fight needlessly.” Archimedes eloquently stated as he looked at the others before heading towards the settlement. “Worst case scenario is the locals are hostile, however it appears most of us are trained and capable of holding our own, and I believe as long as we stay together our chances of survival are exponentially increased in case of a fight against mostly untrained fighters.” He exclaimed before pausing to turn around and look at the others. “Now are there any objections of deathly concern before we continue on or are we ready to get to the bottom of this strange situation?”

    The remainders found that with other options out, there really was no choice but to follow.





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Staring at the display Trya couldn't help but consider emulating some of the woman's features. The thought floated around in her head before her hair shimmered slightly, going from orange to a brown before going back. Deciding against it she waited until the display was all said and done before walking away. Gazing out and into the street she watched the locals as they walked, studying their gait and the way they commonly held herself. Her mind set immediately to copying them, taking in their person, their styles and committing it to memory. While each person had their own way of carrying themselves, much could be learned from a people as a whole.

Moving across the street she looked to the others in the group she arrived with. She didn't know what to say to them but looked to the person speaking none the less. Their idea of going to the event could prove fruitful. Observing a peoples customs could give alot of insight into what she could expect. Mulling over where to go she didn't see a better choice and decided that checking out the event would likely be the best thing she could do in the moment. "Yes, this event sounds interesting." she spoke up before turning and heading towards the event.

As she walked she took in the sights, the people and most importantly all the sounds she heard. There was alot to take in especially when arriving at a new place and if they were right, they could be here for some time. Taking a deep breath Trya stepped out of the flow of people and into an adjacent alley. Running a hand through her hair her body cracked as she felt her body pulse with energy. Her red hair shifted into a spitting image of what she saw on Eisha. Flattery of the towns 'hero' could prove fruitful. The rest of her body began to shift, her body reorienting itself into one of a slightly shorter stature and slightly different body shape. Her face shifted, her eyes turning green as her apperance transition finally finished and settled into what she now looked like.

Clothing shifting the last bit of her modifcation took place as her clothes reoriented themselves into new garments, allowing her to don her new persona with some sense of confidence. Pulling on her jacket and shirt she looked them over before adjusting her clothing slightly. Running a hand through her shorter hair she made sure everything was settled before emerging from the shade of the alley and back out towards whatever event the bot had spoken on.​
 
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To keep up with the leg stride of every person in the group, Mauve had to almost trot to keep up, a pace faster than walking, but just before truly jogging. As much as she had intended on staying as far away from the Zephyrix-esque Mortem, she found she couldn’t help herself and was soon mid-group or near the front depending on the moment in their travels.

Besides, what was that saying… “Keep enemies closer”? She’d rather be in earshot if something was said, or where she could take the show if a fight broke out.

Approaching the vehicle, her eyes shifted everywhere else, trying to take in the sights and look for any sign that could prove useful to either get out of this trip, or clues to why they were pulled elsewhere.

Eyeing the rainbow in particular for longer than anything else, she finally had boarded the bus, though she didn’t trust it. She leaned a hand on one of the walls, staying standing even if seats were available.

Know what else she didn’t trust? The fact that Elric decided he’d be the driver.

She shuffled at the sudden lurch, almost falling face first ahead, causing her to shoot a glare. He probably did that on purpose.

When they were finally getting to this “Mirtha Town,” it seemed Elric wanted to be even more of an ass with the bus’ movements, and she was forced to sit down from being jerked around. Whether it was the bus or not, she felt more irritated with the driver, “’Ey!

As soon as the bus door opened, Mauve had leaped out quickly, hooves clattering loudly to pavement in her hurry to get out of the metal jerking coffin.

Coming upon the robot, Mauve had wanted to ask it questions, but she wasn’t sure if it was built on a smart AI, or if it had it’s planned script. Though, it seemed to be more sentient since it had, well, gasped.

Looking up at the ceiling when the painting was pointed out, Mauve decided to sit on the ground and lean back on her hands and hang her head back that way, rather than strain her neck from standing. The moving painting was rather entertaining, though if there was a higher meaning, it was lost on her. Eisha could probably use some extra color on her person.

Heroes were something Mauve understood well enough, and from her experience in Myion, it’s that you don’t trash talk someone’s hero. So, she held her tongue about Eisha’s lack of color.

Once the painting finished it’s production, Mauve hopped back up to her hooves.

Another lurch. What is up with this place and it’s unstable transportation!?

Once the platform had stopped, Mauve looked around. The idea of a music festival did excite Mauve at least. She enjoyed parties, and that might as well be similar enough.

I’m a fan of music, since that’s what that ‘bot was talking about. I think I’ll head there too.

With that, Mauve went in the direction where the event seemed like it would be taking place. She noted someone who looked eerily similar to the hero of the town. Mauve made a mental note to maybe keep an eye on them.
 
The debate over what roads to take and if they should really venture down this central road was soon silenced by the Archimedes fellow, who ensured that even if things were to go wrong, they could each handle themselves. Cyracus had no choice but to agree on that. They didn’t have anywhere else to go other than forward. He supposed that doorway he jumped through would have long disappeared before now. So, all he could do was agree with pressing forward.

The journey forward, at the very least, was pleasant. He appreciated the natural shading from the leaves above him and from the strange, mocking clouds in a foreign sky to him. He had to simply take the strangeness with a pinch of salt. He doubted things would become any clearer to them as they went.

And of course, they didn’t, with the honking red airbus. It had just the right number of seats, knew just where they were going, and was able to take them straight there - with no driver. Granted, all airbuses in his experience were able to do that. Yet, it just seemed eerily convenient. Cyracus was taught to treat everything with some slight suspicion, and he held that belief with all of the people around him. Perhaps some of them were so empty-headed about what was going on. Others may have been trying to throw the veil of deceit down by acting that way. He could never really know.

But acting suspicious and uncourteous wouldn’t have done him any favours.

One very erratic and bumpy journey later, a journey that made Cyracus want to simply travel on all fours instead, they arrived at the pillar town, what looked on the outside, to be a picture of Utopia. Oddly cheery, oddly serene.

Cyracus did always find it odd, the merging of both rural and industrial. What could often be a picturesque scene was shattered by the interruption of bright lights, behemoth buildings, and technology that stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison to rolling fields and farmlands. Regardless, he swallowed back that frustration, stepped out onto the platform where other buses had stopped before each was given a strange greeting.

Dialects outside Ixzea were always so fascinating.

Quite handily, a robotic figure of sorts came to greet them, giving them some handy tips and instructions to follow for a smooth and stressless way to enter the city. Cyracus didn’t think it was necessary, since he would have figured it out by himself eventually. Violet eyes assessed the hallway before him, noticing it was deserted, devoid of life. Odd, for such a built-up town.

Until the robot mentioned closures, only staying open for more arrivals. So, someone was expecting their arrival after all. Stranger still.

Cyracus would have been happy to move on, though, they were put through an informational video involving Eisha, an honourable heroine of sorts. He struggled to recognise the woman. Usually, he was quite knowledgeable when it came to heroes and myths and legends, yet, Eisha wasn’t a recognisable figure to him.

A story for the kits, if I come back.

He chastised himself for such words and for even thinking of those little ones at a time like this. When he was safe - or rather safer - he would spare a thought for them. Not at this moment.

When they were finally allowed to depart, Cyracus’ ears twitched at the robotic voice. One that...distorted. He looked to his companions, gauging a reaction to see if any of them had heard the same thing.

He knew Elric had not, for he spoke as if nothing was wrong.

He would stay on his guard, nonetheless. He didn’t trust this town to be all it seemed.

“I’ll catch up with some of you in a bit,”
Cyracus said to the group. Though, upon thinking he may have seemed suspicious for just wandering off - no different than Elric - he added, “I want to explore more of the town first.” Music could be hit or miss for the man. The ears were a sensitive organ that he wished to keep in a high condition. Cyracus also wanted to see if there were anything about this town which would ascertain those off vibes he was getting from the place. “If anyone wishes to join me, I won’t refuse the company. Otherwise, I'll keep in contact,” he said, though, without waiting for an answer, he started wandering off.
 
with their path picked out for them things continued to be strange Vulmar at this point simply accepting this as what they would just need to live with this mess for now. the fact they ran into a station didn't even phase the Arachne as they just simply just accepted it sighing a little and scratching the side of his face with one of his arms. it seemed that they had some sort of desitation that being Mirtha whatever and wherever that was supposed to be. following the others inside the airbus their would be no driver again leading to a strange feeling something was oh so off. Vulmar still had his suspicion of the Delinous... they just really didn't speak much and it irked Vulmar greatly.

eventually, that eric fellow would get the airbus going the group arriving at another station the ride was bumping and jerky very very uncomfortable but the Arachne didn't bother complaining his eyeing many people with suspicion still tapping his limbs together as he waiting or the door to open. they were met with robotic greeters explaining that there was some sort of event well musical event. taking a moment to think something came to mind. "oh that explains the fancy outfits then though I wish I got something nicer than this shirt." Vulmar would say out loud grumbling a little to himself over it. honestly, he was still rather annoyed about it. the were-rabbit however seemed to be going on his own separate way. "yeah sure ill come long with ya, then make sure your floofy head doesn't get hurt" Vulmar replied with a cheeky smirk upon his face. catching up to the were-rabbit he'd look over at him with a bit of a huff. "so... what do you think was going on with this? thing" he'd ask idly trying to make some conversation.
 
1609109980364.png Thomas had been paying especially close attention to the little golem as he wanted to dissect it and find out it's inner workings and what he could glean from them, but alas he knew better than to do so as he could be immediately labeled a criminal in this new strange world as tempting as the knowledge was. While he studied the golem he passively listened to the tale which he quickly summarized mentally: Stations closed for music event in honor of Eisha who seemed to be a high level enchantress and sorcerer whom they called a heroine. While he memorized the information, his mind was more focused on looking into the intricacies of the crab golem, however as the group began to leave something seemed OFF, VERY OFF. He replayed the sound in his head and began processing the information, golems don't suddenly change tone like that without damage, and that golem was clearly in perfect condition by all accounts. He suddenly felt like he had lowered his guard now that they were in civilization, and he quickly raised them once gain. However he didn't notice that they had a new member, at least not in the traditional sense. It felt as if they had been with them the entire time.

Due to his raised guard he decided to hand out tiny golem earpieces so they could stay in touch, and in an emergency the earpieces could guide them to each other's location. "Here, take these so we can keep in touch, if there's an emergency call through them by pressing the outer ring or press this button here" he says pointing to a small pin in the center "and the others earpieces will point us in that direction." He explained before passing them out, after which the group he was in began to dwindle as others left one by one: first was Elric without a word, further raising suspicion of him; next was the lady who withheld their name, next was Rose who headed their for their enjoyment of music, next was bugs buff bunny who decided to explore the town, and finally the arachne went with Thorpe, dashing Thomas' plans of going with him.

The others had yet to head off or speak up so Thomas turned to them. "Would the three of you like to stick together then or do you have plans to head off on your own?" He asked, as he would rather stay with a group than be caught alone since he was lacking his typical golem guards and he only had a smaller unit in his bag. And he would rather avoid the Arachne even though there was protection to be had with Thorpe, they just too confusing a race for him.
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Harrison had kept to himself during the whole cart ride... still being suspect of most of the others especially the lead guy Elric when they eventually reached their destination they were all greeted by robots... very weirdly friendly robots Harrisons dueinous fell silent slithering away from view leading to Harrison great confusion on the matter... was it scared? did it know something he didn't? looking around with a worried expression he almost jumped when a little when the voice of the robot warped strangely leaving him with a very very eerie feeling... of course everything was gonna be off and wrong here... why did it have to be robots.... a shiver going down his spine. "err anyone else... you know nevermind" Harrison mumbled in annoyance knowing it was not loud enough for anyone to truly hear him. and it seemed people were going their separate ways out of all of them the fellow in the fancy hat Archimedes was it? yes they seemed the most reasonable. "yeah sure ill stick with you, Archimedes it looks like you would need someone to watch your back anyway" Harrison spoke in an almost smug way as if indicating the human would need the delinous's protection. walking up beside him with a smile on his face. "so where we heading then?" he'd ask finally a quizzical look on his face.
 
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Cyracus took the earpiece offered to him by Archimedes and gave him a wordless nod, appearing to fit it in his right ear. He grumbled to himself as he walked, however, his fidgeting with it to secure it tightly failing with those elongated nails of his. That, and it felt as if the earpiece wasn't utilisation friendly for the 'uppidy-eared' folks such as him. He had decided - due to his own frustrations as well as his own suspicions of the others in his group - to simply carry it on his person. He was sure to pick up something with hearing if they were to contact him in any way.

Any chance of him going off and investigating on his own had been well and truly shattered by Ryllae's eagerness to follow him. He scowled at the nickname 'floofy head', one he so despised having been called many similar things in the past. "My...floofy head," he uttered with disgust at the name Valmar had addressed him with, "needs no protecting. I am well-versed in handling myself." His tone and his words were sharp, perhaps more cutting than it needed to be. But he didn't know these people. He couldn't vouch for any of them to protect him like this one had.

Cyracus, by all means, was to keep himself, and many others by extension, safe. Safety was paramount in his eyes. He would not jeopardise it by letting his defences fall. He had too much on the line to let it all crumble through his fingers.

The investigation he had planned would unfortunately not be at the forefront of Cyracus' tasks, for apparently he now also had to make idle conversation with Ryllae. He looked over to Ryllae, furred eyebrows dropping. "This thing? I'm unsure," he responded honestly, violet eyes imposing on denizens passing by, ears twitching. "Something feels odd. That is all I can say." He would refuse to give away that this entire situation made him ill at ease. He guarded those emotions as much as he shielded his identity.
 


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Disturbed and discomforted. Elric may not have waited for the others but even in this strange reality that he now suspected to be fucking with their senses- their ability to detect and perceive, he understood clearly that there was a shift in the group's mood at the distortion that accompanied the Station Bot's voice. Perhaps he hadn't seen it visibly but he saw the stiffening of shoulders and the widening eyes in surprise of others or the scrunched face of one individual among his travelling conpanions.

Suffice to say it seemed his hunch was correct. It seemed for once, at least in this moment- whatever dark things were happening here must have pierced into the minds of some of his peers. The fact Archimedes deposited with them items that allowed them to communicate and meet up with each other again was proof enough it seemed that he was not the only one.

Taking the device and offering the well dressed man a nod of his head in thanks, Elric about turned and immediately left. Walking after the Saflueyr with ease and catching up in short notice. Looking around he easily lost sight of the girl that had joined them but something told me up ahead that he would be seeing her quite soon.

In the city people moved into the town square where booths or stands waited along the sidelines, people playing what seemed to be open festival style games. Darts with prizes, using magic to hit a buzzing object. But despite all this activity, the talking, the games, and food to be bought that was being shouted out for being on sale- grills with delicious meat or an assortment of stands lined up along either side of the open town square that catered to the appetites of all kinds of species, human, ghoul, vampire, etc; scents and aromas wafting in the air- there was a flow to the crowd. A direction they were all headed. People moved to town square's central spot. A large circular ring that separated the cross road intersection. A stage had been set here, a podium waiting.

Elric moved in that direction, height giving him an advantage as he came up to the front to see what was happening. A variety of bands that played songs in each area of the cross road slowed their plays and turned to the attention of the stage up ahead where the electric sting of crackles popped to life from small square speakers attached to lamp posts.

Hello hello! I hope you're all having a good time! the male voice said in a cheerful tone, a burst of smoke exploding on stage and from it stepped out a being with pale skin, fins sticking out on either side of their head and a somewhat humanoid appearance.

The crowd cheered as the aquatic humanoid wearing a dark blue suit, grinned a happy smile at the people of Mirtha. Chuckling the suit wearing fish man said Well well well, I'm happy to hear you all are doing so well. You are doing well aren't you?

From beside him, Elric frowned as his ears were assaulted by the frantic cheering of the people beside him. So loud in volume he honestly was glad he wasn't Thorpe right now.

Good good, The either planner or mayor or spokesman for this little festival said through the speakers. No Mic even in sight. I'm glad you all are so excited because this my friends, is only just the beginning. We've got something special to share with you. The male Piscean's voice cracked over the mics then returned. And here they are! Say hello people of Mirtha, to The Melodies!

And that's when the music started:



It started low, then it quickened tempo quite suddenly. Emerging from the crowd a robot wearing something almost like a poncho, strummed away at the guitar in their hands. Smiling wide, the bots glowing green eyes somehow twinkling with delight as it gained quite the bit of attention, moving through the crowd and towards the stage. The guitar solo followed quickly by the playing of a clarinet. A female emerging, a Lamia. Serpentine swaying from side to side and twirling in circles as she danced almost hypnotically towards the stage. As the two splayed another person with four shakers, a four armed bug looking creature shaking maracas in tune to the beat, providing accompaniment. The upbeat energetic music seemed to capture the crowd and almost instantly the speaker's voice echoed: Let's give it up for the glorious day of Eishaaaaaaaaa!

The whole town screamed 'YEAH!' And the sick curse of funk seized bodies and the act of dancing spread like fire. People of all species, of all sizes began dancing in the massive crossroad paths. Partnering up or going it solo. Bodies bumped into Thorpe and Ryllae, Harrison and Archimedes, Rose, Eria and Elric, as more musicians moved from crowd and played their song as they joined towards the center of the town square.

While the town was seized with music, music had not entirely seized the group of strangers. Oh the feeling, the urge to get freaky was a powerful need within their minds. But if they so chose, they could resist it. And Elric resisted for all he was worth. Left arm jerking out in a twitching motion as either a sign he was trying to resist or a sign of something else. His head however bobbed to the beat of the song but his eyes scanned their surroundings as more of his fellow stranger were being forcefully pushed and moved up. Trying to move around meant getting blocked by happy, friendly dancers who stepped in the way of their path. Trying to push and shove was met with surprisingly powerful resistance. Often times being grabbed and pushed towards the stage with foolish cheering and hooting.

Elric trapped already nearby the stage watched as the music continued but the players no longer fiddled with their instruments. It ran as if on record by the speakers and the spokesman- that Piscean humanoid with the suit that had addressed the crowd, he grinned like a piranha. Three rows of sharp teeth visible in front of the less painful looking ones.

Elric looked around, trying to find a possible exit but the bodies of citizens were now blocked off by a wall. One by one, each stranger was shoved by the crowd through the wall into the center of the circle. Ryllae, Thorpe, Harrison, Rose, Erie, Elric, Archimedes- all of them pushed into the center where the stage had been because when they looked it was no longer a stage but a tent. A large circus tent. Where standing in front of it were the same strange musicians that had used the crowd to pull the group forward and blocking their exit out was a mystical wall that emerged from the ring of thr circle, trapping them in but leaving the crowd out.

Heroes! said the spokesman said to them still beaming. Skin a darker shade. We've tried so hard to get such a chance like this. Why don't you come inside! As our special guests, we'll show you a wonderful show! the gentleman fish person stated with a twisted smile. The clouds up ahead mirroring his twisted grin. The sky itself draining into a darker shade.

One thought popping into your minds as the music began playing when no one really responded.



Fight.

In that moment the walls seemed to fade. The crowd cheered, oblivious to the tension among the group between the speaker, the musicians and the hidden Centurions. And when they cheered at the sight of the sudden appearance of a circus, they moved forward. Pushing Rose, Archimedes, Eria, Elric and all the other incognito Centurions towards the entrance as the Piscean speaker stepped aside for the crowd to push them forward inside.

Musicians playing an ominous tune. The clouds giggling silently above. The smiles twisted smiles just as sinister as the speaker's.






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1610224353168.png 1610227190811.png"Excellent!" Thomas responded to Harrison as they agreed to join him. As he turned to see the responses of the two girls, they were gone, they disappeared in the crowd, seemingly ignoring him. Rude and unpleasant it seemed, a shame since the one was interesting to him. Perhaps they just didn't hear him? Unlikely but he wasn't going to write it off the list of potential possibilities. Perhaps something caught their eye and they made off, or perhaps they were dragged off by the crowd. Regardless of the reason, it was clearly just himself and the delinous now. "I'm hoping to find a parts shop or weapons shop to salvage some items to make more golems with if the need arises, while I hope that it does not, circumstances aren't always optimal. While I do trust my creations, I'm not sure that one golem will be enough right now if this crowd suddenly turns hostile. Regardless precaution is always useful, no?"

However as Harrison finished responding music started kicking up and he felt the urge to join in on the wacky dance, as the inhabitants of the town began bumping into them without a care in the world. Well something was clearly amiss, however before he could investigate he was bumped into a nearby dancer, but whatever his head had hit was soft, as he turned around to see what he ran into, he realized he ran into a lady's chest causing his face to turn a deep crimson as he moved away from the area. "Harrison we need to get out of here, something's not right." He explained after having heard the voice change. He relied on the ticking clockwork rhythms from his machines to resist dancing... mostly. His legs were clearly dancing as he made his way around but he couldn't stop them, but he was moving where he needed to go so that's what mattered. However the further he tried to move from the stage the harder the resistance got, before he knew it he was in front of the stage and unable to move past the wall of people.

However it wasn't a stage anymore, it was a circus tent. Now in front of it stood a strange fish man 'inviting' them inside for a 'show'. These words were clearly being used for double meanings, and he doubted it was going to be a pleasant one. However he had little choice but to enter due to the crowd closing in on them. The man's expression and twisted smile made it clear as well. He sighed and walked forwards into the tent, putting his hand into his satchel where he kept a golem that was kept miniature through a sustaining energy crystal. He was probably going to need this.

No later than his hand grazed the golem did he hear the dramatic fight music and they were pushed into the tent by the crowd and the sudden intention of fight came into their minds. Considering he was vulnerable at the moment he threw down his golem and let it expand at his feet before he slid inside the open hatch before the head closed over top himself. He now stood 10' tall as Thomas tucked himself away in the chest compartment under it's layers of reinforced armor. At least now he was safer as he waited for whatever their opponent was to appear.
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