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PROLOGUE


  • ...24 hours ago before the arrival of the honored guests...

    In the lounge of the resort, a pale woman sat by the couch and placed a phone stand along with her phone by the table. She had begun to make a video call to someone rather unnatural in appearance. Someone who can give off an eerie aura which can instantly make someone's spine froze from sheer uneasiness. This woman doesn't seem to mind though. For this woman seemed rather off not very pleasingly. By then, she had finally made contact with the person she was trying to call.



    "Hey, can you hear me? It's me. I've finally done what you've asked for. Now I want to know what am I supposed to do with it?"

    "Excellent work. It seemed that you have made your work cut out for yourself. Indeed, the Hyper God may not know what's about to hit him."

    "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do now? I'm getting rather bored already."

    "Patience now. All you have to do now is to wait for the time to come. Eventually, all will know our intentions."

    "But I don't want to wait~! I want to have some fun! This resort has like swimming pools, beaches and all other tropical shit."

    "Wait until the guests arrive. Only then you will get to have fun."

    "Aww~ Okaaaay~ If you say so, Oyabu~n."

    "...Don't call me that."

    And the call has ended there.
 
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Zenitsu Agatsuma

"W...Why did the Demon Slayer Corps send me here?" Zenitsu Agatsuma said to himself. The young demon slayer looked around as he arrived on the island. "On my own without Nezuko -Chan! I'm missing Tanjiro and that idiot Inosuke too!" he whinned.
Zenitsu looked around. "It sure looks nice though. Still good for a vacation. I wonder if there is some cute girls here...wait no! My heart belongs to Nezuko Chan!" He sighs. "I do need a vacation. At least I'm far from danger..."

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WHITTY​

Paraiso Resort - Docks​


1693189835973.png"Come on, you should TOTALLY go! Honestly, I'm jealous that you're getting an all-expenses paid vacation. You'd be a fool not to take it. I know you're not fond of new places, but this could be the perfect getaway for you. Besides. I'm not always gonna be there. you know. You should take the chance to do some exploring on your own!"

Those had been the words that Whitty's best friend, Carol had told him when he got that mysterious letter in the mail. In fact, it was delivered to Carol's home mailbox as the ex-rockstar had been on the streets for as long as he could remember. Honestly, it was a shock to him that he got any kind of mail in his name. When he first saw the letter having his name on it, Whitty about had a conniption fit, believing it to mean that the Greater Good had found where he was hiding and Updike was plotting some way to sneak past Carol and take Whitty out. However, Carol's reassurance that she had only informed Whitty's friends (or more so, people who she felt would be a good support network for him) of his address change and that perhaps it was one of them who sent the letter.

The letter's return address was waterlogged. No part of it could be made out. However, Carol figured that by the nature of the letter, maybe it was finally the Dearests starting to come around. Afterall, these rap battles that BF, AKA Rio, had been doing to earn GF, AKA Pauline's, love have been making the once chaotic demons start to see the error of their ways. The letter did say that Whitty was invited to a party celebrating his accomplishments. Specifically, it was celebrating him as the rock star he once was, Rock Boom. The idea of being forced to have anything to do with music during the event made the bomb head all the more against the idea of going. However, Carol insisted. Even worse was the fact that despite the letter allowing guests, Carol had wanted Whitty to go alone. This was a time to finally explore and make friends on his own, Carol said.

The next thing Whitty knew, he was standing at the docks of Newgrounds City where indeed a boat was waiting to take him to this so-called Paraiso Resort. He'd brought some luggage with him too, not that he really owned anything of value. Whitty had been on the streets so long that he hardly built a list of essentials. It took help from Carol to even gather the basic necessities to pack along for the trip as the bomb head hardly had the idea of what he was supposed to bring. Still, it was all enough for him to have to drag this annoying wheel around bag with him. He supposed it was better than having to carry his luggage in a backpack but it was still inconvenient.
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All through the boat ride to the resort, Whitty was both nervous and annoyed. The very idea of going to an event centered around who he used to be irked him. That and the further the boat took him, the more the bomb head doubted that this letter was actually from the Dearests. First of all, there was no sign of Rio or Pauline anywhere on this ship and he was sure any party staged by Daddy Dearest would have definitely had his little baby girl be involved and undoubtedly, Rio also. Why Carol chose to overlook the fact that Pauline wasn't at the docks when he got on the boat was beyond him. He liked both Carol and Hex, they were both his very best friends - well, maybe his only friends - but sometimes they could be a bit too trusting for his tastes. Not wanting to upset Carol, Whitty had pushed his suspicions aside and gotten on the boat anyway. Maybe he was being too paranoid like Carol always said he was. Yet the signs were still there. No Pauline. No Rio. The ship wasn't even going to anywhere in Newgrounds anymore. He was sure he was going somewhere completely out of the Dearests' control. Where though, was shrouded in mystery.

The only sense of familiarity on his boat ride to the resort was that there were some other people from Newgrounds on the boat. People he didn't recognize but people who had boarded at the same time as he did in Newgrounds City. However, none of them got off when the boat arrived. In fact, as Whitty gathered his things to leave the boat upon its arrival to its destination, he saw a Tankman Soldier staring at him with one hand on his pistol. Right. Those officers were one thing that he wasn't going to be missing, wherever he was headed.

"Carol...what did you have me walk into...?" he muttered to himself as he dragged his bag behind him. He didn't recognize anything about this place. He didn't recognize anyone from the few people around him either. It was almost as if he were whisked away to some other world entirely. But that was impossible, right?

"Other guests, huh? The letter didn't mention anything about other guests..." he said as the guide began rattling off her speal and took his luggage from him without asking. Honestly, the guide was lucky that she didn't get a swift punch in the face. Whitty never took being surprised easily.

As ar as he knew the letter didn't mention other guests. Then again, he mostly skimmed it after he saw what the purpose of the party was. Maybe it had mentioned the other unrelated guests. Maybe it hadn't. Either way, he knew he had to stay here for the time being. Meeting the owner of this place was likely the only way he was going to get any answers on this. He'd already peiced together that this wasn't just some party made by the Dearests. Which meant that somehow, someway, someone else knew who he was. This certainly didn't just scream suspicious, did it?!

He decided that he will stay cordial for now though. Carol told Whitty that he often jumped to the wrong conclusions. Maybe this was still for a good cause. Even if it was in another world and some random unknown person knew who he was. Maybe they just wanted to throw him a pity party. Yeah, just thinking that in his head made it sound absolutely ridiculous.

He let the guide take his luggage to his room, left with his villa key. He examined it for a moment before just twirling it on a finger absentmindedly as he walked ahead. Well. Now came a task of trying to talk to these other guests. Maybe finding some answers. God, he was terrible with trying to make a conversation on his own...

 
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    It all started with a quiet day at the Agency. Barely a case going on--although business was definitely booming, just not the kind of cases the Detective herself was interested in. She solved cases to keep herself afloat in the quiet town of Niji-Tamura, for a future that she’ll have to face in a few years. Katrielle Wilford, the aforementioned lead detective of the self-named Wilford Detective Agency, was having a spot of tea in the quiet part of the noon. Where there’s rarely a case to barge in the summer heat of August.

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    --{[Katrielle Wilford]}--
    The Detective Blessed By The Eldritch​

    Quite serene, the Detective thought, lifting the porcelain cup from the matching plate that rested on the palm of her hand. With a sip and a quiet sigh, Katrielle glanced at the window as the sun shines down on the victorian styled interior of her detective agency. She was fortunate enough to purchase the lot with the help of her Father’s friend giving her money whenever she helps out with a case he’s stumped in. It helps to be brilliant sometimes.

    Emerging from the blue door made of oak at the back of the room was an elderly man clad in all blue. His large stature was about as big as the door he came from, engravings and all. The man had a chiseled face and a bushy mustache, his hair milky white, complimenting his golden eyes.

    “Oh, Walton.” Katrielle took note of the blue man’s appearance, not minding the fact that he came from what seemed to be a private area of the building as he was a tenant. “Something you need me for?”

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    --{[Walton]}--
    Cobalt Attendant of The Subconscious​

    “Hm, not quite.” Walton shook his head as he sat down at the blue couch by the window, crossing his leg as he glanced at the pale detective. “It’s but a whim of mine.”

    “When it comes to you, Walty, nothing’s on a ‘whim’.” Katrielle raised a brow as she placed her tea at her desk, soon standing up to approach her elderly companion. “So what is it this time? A new case? A big Shadow coming around soon?” She asked, settling down at her usual white chair in front of a glass table, notebook in hand. “Is it about that?”

    “It’s something much urgent.” Walton sighs in response. “You see…The cards had foretold a change in your path.” He turns to Katrielle, eagerly listening in with a smile. “As for what it is, even I cannot foresee such events.”

    “So you’re warning me to be careful?” She giggles, “How sweet.” She cood, much to Walton’s dismay.

    “Please. As your Attendant, it is part of my duty to inform you of such things.” Walton responds, “Such callous carelessness could lead to your demise.”

    “I know, I know.” Katrielle says, right as the front door of the building opened, and a young man wearing a suit and tie walked in on the two, carrying a shoulder bag and an open letter in his hand. His face beaming with joy and excitement. Without wasting a moment, he spoke up as both the Detective and her Attendant turned to face him.

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    --{[Soseki Oka]}--
    A Moongazer Enamored By Heavenly Delusions​

    “Hey, can you go with me somewhere next week?”


 
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A very strange creature was stuck behind a barred cage, as it was making way towards its destination. Limmy had its hands on the bars, squeeking out repeatedly to let him go at once. The ship pilot didn't listen, and ignored him. The ship entered a storm cloud, and in a few seconds later, the ship exploded, as Limmy fell from the sky, waving his arms squeeking repeatedly in terror.

A long distance fall would spell doom for most, but Limmy would hit the surface of an odd cave (The Cabin), and bounce off, flipping over and smacking some random stranger ( SirPrompto15 SirPrompto15 /Zenitsu) in the face, before landing on his own back, squeeking as he struggled to get up. His arms waved chaoticly as he did so, as he was confused and scared.​
 

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    In the furthest reaches of space in an alternate universe on a green moon orbiting a dead alien planet, a film noir gangster kingpin with cybernetic enhancements sits in his velvet throne by a table surrounded with his closest and most trusted agents as they play an engaging round of go fish. This film noir alien gangster kingpin and his buddies have just defeated their most prominent rival gang and are celebrating the victory over spiked punch and rowdy mistresses.

    One of the ladies' butlers drops by to give the gang's butler a letter containing a parchment that's about to change this alien gangster kingpin's life for better or for worse. If only that alien gangster kingpin knew exactly what he was getting into, he would find the guy who sent the letter in the past with a time machine, break his legs and give him a free tracheotomy and then call the hospital because where that miscreant's going he's gonna need an ambulance.

    You are now the alien gangster kingpin. You've been handed a rather peculiar invitation to a stay at a resort on a distant planet called "Philippines" and you're a little pissed that it doesn't contain space flight directions. You guess you're gonna have to rely on some rather dubious travel methods if you wanna show up on time. That being said, you also can't find a phone number or any contact info regarding the people who sent the invitation. How the hell are you going to ask them how many guests you're allowed to bring? You don't go anywhere without your crew and you need to find out so you can make the right travel arrangements.

    What's your name? Oh, it's Spades Slick. You run life on this green rock and you own the biggest casino chain this side of paradox space. You dare say it's the biggest and most impressive casino chain in the universe. No, the multiverse. You'll write a medical check for anyone who says otherwise. In fact you've got a whole desk piled with pre-filled medical checks for anyone who dares speak ill of your casinos.

    While reminiscing about your many robust casinos you realize you almost forgot to deal with this invitation. You tell the gang you'll be right back, you gotta make some phone calls. You tell them to play whatever they want while you're gone, you don't know how long this is gonna take.

    You take the invitation and walk into the next room and literally find yourself in another reality. You turn around. Just your luck, you say, your throne room is gone. The lousy invitation must have some magical or scientific properties because your first explanation for what just happened is that you've arrived at the resort described on the paper.

    You throw your hat down in disgust. How the hell are you gonna bring your crew now? You would have happily asked them to walk through that doorway with you if you knew this was going to happen. If you had a time machine you would go back to exactly five seconds ago and tell your past self to tell everyone to walk under that one specific doorway. But forget about it. You'll just have to explore this place and find out what's going on by yourself.
 
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-[Vatallion, Legutus of the 14th Legion of Rome]-
-Status: Ok
Paraiso Island//

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The Legatus was looking at the others confused "Vacation? What is that? Never mind, the Roman Commander- General never had a vacation in his lifetime, that he doesn't know what one was in the first place.

Sitting along the boat ride across took him to the luxury island resort where maid ladies waited on his arrival.
He didn't really have much in the terms of clothing changes and all but hell he wanted to just relax for once in his life.

First thing, he headed for the hot tub area and let the heat melt his worries away.​
With minimal clothing changes required for this escape from his usual duties, the Legatus wasted no time. He was determined to embrace this rare opportunity for leisure. His first destination was the hot tub area, a haven of warmth and relaxation where the heat seemed to melt away the stresses and worries that had accumulated over a lifetime of military service.

As he eased into the bubbling water, a sense of tranquility washed over him. He closed his eyes, allowing the soothing sensations to envelop his body. The Legatus had spent his life in the constant pursuit of victory and the defense of the Roman Empire, but here, in this moment, he was free from the weight of command. It was a novel experience, one he was beginning to savor.
 
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Zenitsu Agatsuma
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Zenitsu looked at the maids who just greeted him to this island. "T...T..Those girls made the first move?!" He said to himself,blushing. He looked back. "I'm in heaven..." He whispered.
"S...Sure thing,you can take my bags! That's really nice of you!" Zenitsu replied,not looking at the girls because his face was red as a tomato.

Maybe this vacation wasn't so bad. He would relax in this advanced tech filled island. Maybe he vould go on the beach and get a sea shell for Nezuko.They say sea shells allow you to hear the sea.
His day dreaming was interupted when something smacked him,making fall on the ground.
When he got up a few minutes later,he noticed what hit him. A strange looking creature.
"D....D...Is that a demon?!" He said nervously,back abit from the small creature. He didn't even notice the roman centurion nearby.
 
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WHITTY​

Paraiso Resort - Docks​

1693260792242.pngThe anxious ex-rockstar made his way down the docks. Unlike some of the other guests, he didn't really find the need to monitor the maids who took his luggage. He didn't have anything important after all so them misplacing it wouldn't be much of a loss to him. This place was nothing like the streets of Newgrounds. It was much warmer. The smell of salt water was entirely foreign to him given that there was no ocean near Newgrounds either. He wasn't even so sure that he would enjoy this party, regardless of what the intentions were. He was always so anxious in crowds - it took everything for Carol to get him to go to a party Hex threw and other than the food, Whitty didn't enjoy it very much. It was too much hustle and bustle for him. Too many people he didn't know, too many people he didn't trust. He stuck his hands in his hoodie pockets as he took some time to examine the crowd before him in more detail.

Those two girls talking followed by the quick kiss were especially annoying to him. If there was one thing besides strangers that the bomb head felt awkward around it was strangers showing love to each other. If he ever saw kissing going on, even for a second, he would feel as if he were invading some kind of invisible bubble. He felt it a few times when he was forced to put up with Rio and Pauline. There was never any shame in their game - kissing hugging, whatever they could do to show they were a couple, they did no matter where they were. This was just what those girls were making him think of. He made a mental note to just keep his distance from them at least for the moment. Perhaps a time would come when those two weren't together in which he could possibly learn more about them and their intentions by talking to them individually. For now, he would keep walking.

1693262152492.pngSomething else momentarily caught his eye as he saw what resembled a giant plush-like creature run into a poor boy. As if this whole situation wasn't weird enough - he honestly didn't believe his eyes when he initially saw it. Here he thought that this situation couldn't get any more akward. There was a part of him that wanted to interact with the pair but another part of him was completely against it. For all he knew, maybe the boy deserved it, or worse, Whitty himself was next to get bombarded by something if he didn't get out of here.

He needed a moment to breathe, a moment to collect his buzzing thoughts. Yes. He needed to collect himself before something potentially catastrophic results. He knew full well the results of getting too emotional. He wasn't yet sure about this place. He didn't want to turn it into smithereens, at least not yet. Now where was a quiet place to calm himself down?

Orange eyes glowed as he scanned ahead. The shore looked peaceful and was pretty quiet. That should do well enough. Had a nice view of that ocean that was still foreign to him yet he had already found it to be peaceful. He was so engrossed in his own efforts to get away from the crowd that he didn't realize that he was on path to collide right into one of the guests that were also wandering the shoreline to explore (Katrielle).

Luckily for the guest in question, Whitty managed to stop himself before he could completely collide with her. He glanced down at her, his 8'11 height making it that he towered above most average built people. Her detective's outfit made him tense as it reminded him of the sort of attire that Updike wore. That too fancy for the streets style outfit. The outfit gave him the vibes of someone who was observant, who would look for clues from anyone who was suspicious. It also didn't help that her hair somewhat made him think of Mother Mearest.

It seemed as if this effort to calm down was going to go in vain.

"Well, this is akward....sorry for almost running into you like that." he swiftly apologized, certain that he probably gave her at least a little of a scare.
 

  • --Katrielle Wilford--
    Interaction: Icee Icee (Whitty)

    The Philippine shores at this time of year are quite mesmerizing. Especially on sunny days like this, where no cloud would dare to obstruct the view of the great abyssal blue. The roaring waves make for a soothing lullaby, as the summer breeze cools her off, even in her hot clothing. Well, aside from her Bufu Spellcard on standby to aid in cooling off, Katrielle found the scenery very relaxing. As she brushed her hand at the side of her head to her curled locks, a shadow now loomed over her, accompanied by the rhythmic footsteps approaching her. As she turned, it seemed as though he was absentmindedly about to crash into her before stopping right in front of her. Katrielle caught a specific scent right then and there; the ashy smell of gunpowder. The raw kind. Looking up roughly 4 more feet, Katrielle would find the bomb headed individual she saw at the docks earlier.

    Did he follow her here? Or is this simply a coincidence? Either way, as he apologized for his carelessness, the Detective simply let out a giggle, as if attempting to help calm him down a bit. It doesn’t take a Detective to know when someone’s feeling a little on the edge. In a vacation hotspot to be like this, that’s no good. Beaches are meant to be relaxing!

    “It’s fine. The view here is quite lovely, innit?” Katrielle nodded, her voice seemed to have a british accent, matching her rather formal attire. She glanced back at the sea afterwards, as if giving attention to it. “You’d rarely see something this pretty in the big city, you'll bound to get distracted one way or another.” She deduced that he’s a city boy like herself. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out. Judging by the invitations alone, this place does look expensive. “...Say, is something on your mind, chap?” She asked, taking note of his awkward demeanor as she looked up to the man's bulbous head. “Aside from the comical fuse, that is.” She teased, taking note of his literal bomb shaped head. Wondering if it's an actual bomb or just some fancy mask. If it's the former, it would explain the smell she caught earlier.

 
Gorlog
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Waddling off of the luxury boat that had brought him here. The mighty Gorlog was greeted with complimentary beverages and towels. His scales had been getting a bit sweaty on that boat ride. Luckily the provided drink was placed within a cup that didn't break so easily within his claws. This obvious trap had its benefits it would seem. Yes Gorlog had seen this little invitation for the trap that it was. Obviously there was to be some kind of mischief on the part of the organizers. Perhaps the other guests would soon be gobbled up by a sea monster or forced to endure EDUCATIONAL TELEVISION. Gorlog shuddered at the very thought of that last one. His home Netherworld of Dragons Peak was currently undergoing a restructure. Which meant Demons from all across Dragons Peak were vying for the position of Overlord. Gorlog had no interest in that competition or the stupid title. His only desire was to enjoy himself. Hence why he was HERE as whatever evil lay in wait was likely going to be MUCH quieter than things back home. Finishing his fourteenth ice cold soda. Gorlog DIDN'T say Thank You to the nice ladies who had provided for him and waddled off while they were forced to clean up after him.

Noticing a weird looking naked Roman guy relaxing in a hot tub. Gorlog immediately decided to join him because relaxing in a hot tub would be good after being forced to be out in SUNLIGHT. He also assumed this was Human World sunlight because Celestia Sunlight annoyed him. Waddling over to the hot tub and climbing in. The majestic and powerful Gorlog asked the staff to bring him food. He wanted pizza, french fries, ice cream and NOT A SINGLE VEGETABLE. If he saw something green that wasn't green jello. Gorlog would be forced to set the place on fire. Shoveling food into his gullet like the well mannered Demon he was. Gorlog tried to find a good position to fall asleep in.
 
-[Vatallion, Legutus of the 14th Legion of Rome]-
-Status: Ok
Paraiso Island//

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Vatallion, the Roman Legatus, carefully observed the demon figure sharing the hot tub with him. The steam rising from the bubbling water created an eerie atmosphere around them. Vatallion had dealt with many strange and dangerous situations during his time in the Roman army, but this was entirely different. His training prepared him for human enemies, not supernatural ones.

He eyed his Gladius nearby, but the demon looked harmless enough, right?
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Zenitsu Agatsuma
Location: Near the hottub
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Zenitsu just noticed that he ended up in the hottub area after getting hit by the strange small creature.
"Eh....Ah...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you!!!" the young demon slayer cried. His face was red like a tomato. Was it because of the hottub's heat...or because he was embarased.

When he heard the sounds coming from the two men in the tub,Zenitsu focused again. The roman centurion was human,no doubt about it...but the other.
"No..." he whispered. "You,'re a d...d...demon!!!" Zenitsu shouts.
"AHHHHHHHHHH....Wait..." the young demon slayer added,as he quickly calm down." Yo're srill standing in daylight! Where I come from,demon are weak to sunlight, It burns them!"
 
Cole Cassidy
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Cassidy observes over the side of the cruise into the ocean. Cassidy pulls a cigar and a lighter out of his shawl, he puts the cigar on his mouth and lights it. He puts the lighter back in his shawl and takes a puff out of his cigar. Cassidy reaches into his pocket and pulls out the letter that was addressed to him, he looks over it again. He puts it back into pocket and awaits for he cruise ship to dock.

The cruise docks on the island, Cassidy walks off the cruise while pulling a suitcase full of his clothes behind him. The resort staff walks up to Cassidy and goes to take his suitcase and bring it to his room. "Thank you kindly. Just be careful with it, my favorite cigars are in there, and some grenades." Cassidy says, smiling as the staff member grabs the suitcase carefully from his hands and walks off with it. Cassidy walks around the entire island locating every landmark, even though he is just trying to find a bar or a shooting range.
 
R. Jacqui Montpellier
Paraiso Resort - A Tikki Bar Near You​
Paraiso.

The name did justice to the place; a islet with a South Pacific flair tucked away in the tropics like a treasured pearl. Secure in alabaster beaches and verdant waves, it was a "Wish-You-Were-Hear" postcard brought to life. The attitudes on the greeting committee were similarly, downright genial. Wide toothy smiles and crinkled smile lines came in a welcoming parade; a hand offered to assist in the disembark, another to gently lift luggage cases, and always with a 'Pardon', or 'Excuse me'. As each travel case found its way to the baggage trolley, a placard with the name R. Jacqui Montpellier emblazoned on was gently attached to the sides of the trolley. After a brief exchange with the greeter, her trolley took its leave with its porters. She would see all her things later at her assigned villa -- for now, she wished to explore. After the guided tour of course. Wouldn't do, she thought with amusement, to get lost -- even in heaven.

Jacqui made complimentary small talk with the greeter-turned-tour-guide but otherwise kept to herself. She noted some of the other guests in her travel around the locations, and with some hesitation, wondered if everything was alright with this place after all. She believed she was well-traveled. Certainly, libertine enough to not get hung up on specifics when among other people. But some of these guests looked... odd. She decided to keep her distance from the social knots, where chittering conversation rang among the friendly strangers, and stake her claim to the end of a tiki bar counter. Resting on one of the empty stools, she observed the goings on. While her eyes were watchful, her mind wandered; she mused about what brought her here. That curious invitation, the circumstances of the trip, as well as what the length of stay here would be. Due diligence had lessened her sense of foreboding. Her research into the island, and the invitation hadn't uncovered anything nefarious. Just, again, something... odd.

The distant sound of water brought a memory to her mind. And she began to hum a little ditty. A shame she couldn't bring her friends with her. Alas, no plus one! The invitation has been open-ended on the date though. She might use that as an excuse to shop for some more tropic attire. Maybe even see if an exception could be made. A smile upturned her full lips; she knew just who she would smuggle here, given the chance.

"Paraiso indeed."
 
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WHITTY​

Paraiso Resort - Shoreline​

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Unfortunately for Katrielle, her British accent didn't help her earn much more trust from Whitty. It only made him think of Updike even more. It was as if this person was another Greater Good member. For all he knew, she very well could be! He didn't know anyone on this island. Knew not of their motives nor their intentions. They could all be plotting against him. If the owner of this resort really thought that he was seriously going to beleive that all this was in good spirits they must be even more out of their mind than Whitty already thought. The owner most definately knew who all was coming here beforehand. Who was to say any of them didn't have some weird plan to have him terminated?

However, there was just one thing stopping the bomb head from completely losing his temper on the detective before him. As much as she reminded him of the Greater Good there was no way she was affiliated. The organization's main base was in Newgrounds. All of its members were focused on that city - mostly in an effort to take him and the many others they had deemed as monsters out. Updike wasn't for expanding the organization past that until all the threats of the town were eliminated. If there was one thing he knew about the cloud monster, it was that he always moved in the traditional one step at a time fashion. Complete one task before starting a new one. Whitty's time on the streets meant that he knew just about every resident in the town as well and he didn't recall ever seeing this girl before. Plus, had she been in Newgrounds, she would have likely boarded the ship in the same fashion he did, right? That only meant one thing: she wasn't from Newgrounds. So she couldn't possibly be affiliated with Updike. That meant that perhaps, he coud afford to give her a little slack. Very little but some was better than none. He supposed that Carol's lessons were starting to rub off on him.

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After taking a moment to clear his thoughts and to brush off the rather annoying pun that the detective just made about his bomb for a head, Whitty turned toward Katrielle. His expression still was cold and uncertain but his eyes showed a bit more calmness, no longer glowing as intensely as they were before. Still, his expression showed that one wrong word could change that.

"First of all, never make a stupid joke about my head again. It's annoying." he started bluntly before glancing at the shoreline for a moment. He had to admit her statement about the view was true - there was nothing like this in Newgrounds. No ocean nearby. Nothing but the busy streetlights and neon signs from the buildings. Honestly, sometimes it made his head hurt to look at that hustle and bustle.

"I guess you are right about the view. I come from a busy city myself. The activity there is...annoying." he said, his tone still gruff but softer than it had been before. He then turned back toward Katrielle tensing up a bit at the idea of starting to discuss what was on his mind. He was horrible at saying what he was feeling, especially to a stranger he didn't know yet so he decided to just lay things out dryly.

"Aren't you even one bit suspicious about all this? I don't know you or where you're from but if you're in the same boat as me, then you've got to be wondering: why would someone you don't know call you to a random island just for a party?"

Then again, for all he knew, she could be in affiliation with said owner. Deep breaths, Whitty. One step at a time. It never pays to jump to conclusions...
 
Limmy
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Limmy was still down and couldn't get up. No matter how much he tried, he remained stuck, and squeeking in panick. Limmy discharged a weak shock of electricity, with sparks that when anyone else comes in contact with they'd feel a small prick from it.​
 
Zenitsu Agatsuma
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Zenitsu heard the sparks of electricity from where he was. He turned his attention to the small creature that bumped into him earlier.
It seemedvto have trouble getting up. Zenitsu heard the sounds coming from the small creature. It wasn't a demon,so that was a relief.
Zenitsu came closer to the creature. He was hesitant at first before of the sparks it discharged. Zenitsu slowly picked up the creature,only yo be shocked.
It seemed that acvidental lightning strike that hit him a few years ago did not only gave him his signature blond and orange hairdo but electricity immunity as well. It still stings though.
Despite all that Zenitsu helped the small creature to stand up again.
 

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    As if getting lost in another dimension weren't bad enough, getting lost in the actual island resort has started to make you hungry. You hear the muffled roar of your stomach as you place your hand over your rumbling belly. How the hell did you manage get yourself in a situation like this?

    Much to your surprise however, you stop in your tracks, suddenly mezmerized by a gentle humming. You glance around, attempting to trace the source. Your glowing red CYBERNETIC EYE detects a heat signature over by a tiki bar you didn't notice before. You guess you were so hungry you ended up zombie walking for quite a while, since you have no idea where you are.

    Making your way over to the bar you notice a pretty little thang sitting by herself. From the looks of it, she must fancy herself the femme fatale. You can dig it. You would slick your hair back, if you had any. But your hat looks spiffy enough. You suave your way over to get a better look.

    "Hey doll... what's a birdie like yourself doing at the bar alone? Waiting for me, aren'tcha?" you say with a wink.

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Gorlog
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Gorlog wasn't very interested in how the the Roman man or the Samurai Boi were reacting to his presence. Humans should be pretty used to things that go bump in the night by this point. Scratching his stomach with his claw. Gorlog was less than pleased to find that people were interrupting his attempts at peaceful rest with their SHENANIGANS. Sighing, Gorlog looked over at the Roman Man before squinting at him. Next he addressed the concerns of the Samurai Boi. "Very astute, Thunderhead. Yes I, a large firebreathing reptilian; am a Demon. Now come claim your reward.... a fat load of NOTHING. What kind of weeny demon shrivels up in regular sunlight? Sunlight from those morons up in Celestia, maybe. So try not to-" remarked Gorlog before he was so rudely interrupted by a random little cocoon thing. Apparently they had invited some kind of mutant to this get together. Gorlog frowned at this thing that was attempting to shock Samurai Boi. Sighing at this turn of events before scratching his stomach once more. The mighty Gorlog sank back into the hot tub so he could get his well deserved nap. Perhaps the trap would snap down on them soon and Gorlog could find out why exactly they had all been summoned to this place.
 
Zenitsu Agatsuna
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"Wait,WHAT DOES THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?! Thunderhead? My name is Zenitsu Agatsuna!" Zenitsu shouts at the demon. "Muzan Kibutsuji,the demon kings and his demons are weak to sunlight and attack humans! I'm a demon slayer,part of the Demon Slayer Corps,even though I hate it,because every mission,I'm scared of dying!" he added. He was still recovering from the electric shock. "And what is Celestia?!"
Another foreign sound coming closer.
This one not human.
He turned to face the strange large creature in black that came to them and who asked about the hottub. " I just arrived here! I'm not enjoying anything yet! I was about to go to my room when that living plushie smacked me in the face and made me fall in the nearby huttub area!! Wait what are you suppose to be?!"
 
Hearts Boxcars
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"Eh? What am I?"

You're not sure what that question is supposed to mean. What are you? The question should be who are you, but it seems the kid is concerned over your species. You are surrounded by aliens after all, and you seem to be one yourself.

"Listen sport, I ain't a what, I'm a who! And I ain't no demon or whatever the hell you're yelling and shouting about!" Ah, youth. You can't help but release another booming laugh.

"Name's Hearts Boxcars! I'm a Carapacian and a member of the Midnight Crew. You can say I'm something like an alien, see? I'm not from this planet, whatever it's called! So what's your name, Lightning boy?"

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Zenitsu Agatsuma
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"Cara...pa...cian?" Zenitsu was confused. " Alien...as in...not from Earth...At least your not a demon. And your sounds. You are benevolent so I trust you."he added. " My sense of hearing is sharper then that of a normal human being. I can detect emotions and the true nature of beings by their sounds." Zenitsu explained.
" My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma. Like I said before, I'm a demon slayer,ever though I didn't want to become one at the first place."
 
Hearts Boxcars
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You're half-listening to the high-pitched proselytizing of Z-Lightning (that's what you decide to call him) and you get enough basic info about the planet you're on. The kid's a human, he kills demons, and this planet is called Earth. Good to know.

"A job is a job, kid. Whether you like it or not. If a demon slayer's what you call yourself, it's what you are. I dunno why you'd wanna slay demons anyway but I guess if there's a name for it then it's gotta be done. If it's anything like slaying leprechauns then it's gotta be a service! Boy, do I love killin' me some goddamn leprechauns!"

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“Take a vacation, she said….” A beautiful ebony skinned woman muttered to herself as she nursed a glass of wine. She sat alone at a table, ignoring all the chatter of the civilians around her much like she had on the way here.

It wasn’t that the emerald beauty had zero interest in socializing, far from it. But she hated being away from her post by Kitana’s side.

With Kronika defeated, Outworld and Earthrealm were repairing their damaged relationship thanks to Empress Kitana and Fire God Liu Kang’s union.

Jade of course, had been personally appointed by Kitana herself along with Mileena, her reformed sister to be bridesmaids.

After the wedding, Kitana ordered Jade to take a vacation despite the general’s repeated statements that she was content to guard the royal palace. Jade eventually accepted, and that is how she ended up here, sipping cheap Earthrealm wine. She heard a man flirting with a young woman and decided to keep an eye on them.

Discreetly, of course.
 
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