Phantasos

If it's not one shitty place, it's another shitty place.

[Look at how displeased he looks.]

What is the deal with these shitty places I keep getting stuck in? Edo with the stupid Amanto and Marina with the dumbass bots, and now whatever the hell this is.

Oh my kami-sama. Where's a magic lamp, complete with a genie when you need one?

( May contain various triggers for death, suffering, extreme fucking sadness, etc. )

[A soft sigh rattles in his chest as he slowly straightens out his back from where he sits, slumped forward, head hanging and arms draped over his knees as if he'd passed out on the spot. He lifts a hand to his head, rubbing the heel of a gloved palm against the corner of his brow before dropping it to lightly touch his bandaged throat.

His red gaze focuses as he lifts his eyes to his surroundings, blinking once and looking around with startled surprise. What is this? Where am I?

He slowly stands, chain rattling against the pavement and ringing as he gets to his feet. He didn't remember coming here or passing out for that matter. What was he doing here?

He started to walk the street, looking for answers or anything even relatively familiar.]

[You weren't planning on sitting on that park bench, were you? Because Badou is currently laying on its entirety, his feet hanging off the edge because it wasn't easy for tall men to rest on benches; an angry note he planned to send to bench makers everywhere for being so damn inconsiderate of those gifted in height.

Later, of course. He was much too busy now accompanying his smoking with whining sounds-- he was hungry and his money was all back home and this was clearly a very pressing matter. It's why he made it a point to turn up the volume whenever he heard footsteps approaching.]

[ Today? A very long nose peeps out from around the corner of an alley, followed by a face. He's scouting the land for any possible danger... Suddenly, a tanned boy in brown overalls rolls, James Bond-style, out of the alley and into the street.

Unfortunately, he can't roll very far for very long, so he hastily picks himself up and runs into the alley across the street, peeking from behind the wall once more.

He'll continue doing this all the way down the street, obviously very frightened and paranoid, until someone confronts him. He has no idea where he's going, but he's looking for a way out.

For all his pirate adventures, he at least knew how he got to scary places; this, however, was a complete mystery to him. And he did not like it one bit. ]

[Yomi's expression is focused, pointed as she examines the landmarks around her - stores, stands, streetlights. The Shishio's carefully wrapped in dark clothe, the shape not outwardly identifiable to anyone who doesn't use a sword often - but her fingers curl around the wrapping a bit tightly, the only clear sign that she's not entirely comfortable here.

Exhaling, shoulders falling,] I can't believe this.

[Fenris is wandering around the streets looking VERY WARY at these new surroundings, being all modern and 20th-century like. The snow, too, isn't something he's seen in a while. Everything is very strange, and he doesn't like it. Obviously he is quite an uncomfortable elf.

His toes curl in the snow because he doesn't fucking wear shoes, and there's a bite of chill he hasn't felt in some time.]

Blighted--- should this be the work of a mage, I will make it so that he never has the breath to warm his hands again.

EVENT

This new theme is:

Mistletoe

Clean white snow has coated the ground and the trees, a soft chill setting into the air. It’s always best to huddle with another person at these sorts of times, right? Do so, and don’t be too surprised if there’s a sprig of mistletoe suddenly overhead. It’s there now, and who are you to argue with festive tradition?

Please use this post for Questions/Comments. Events are optional.

[Lavi begins walking down a street, peering intently at all of the things he passes, with much curiosity. Where the heck was this place? He sure doesn't remember getting here on his own, which is odd, because he was pretty good at that.

It's pretty neat, though. Definitely something he'll have to tell the old man as soon as he finds him. But that in itself seems to be difficult, since he still doesn't know where he is.]

I was sure I'd gone t'bed not all that long ago... This one of Komui's experiments?

[...This isn't Paris.

Despite what the public may think, Clopin's not used to waking up in strange places with no memory of how he got there.

So there's a lanky dark-skinned man lurking around in the shadows, trying to explore the strange landscape and looking very disoriented. Very little is more confusing than waking up in a dreamworld that's a few hundred years in the future.]

Mon dieu. What happened last night?

[ Young man steps out of an alley, looking lost and quite bewildered. His clothes -- black waist-length jacket with blue piping over a white shirt, blue-black gloves with pants and footwear to match -- are relatively lacking for the cold weather. He looks up the dark sky, opening a palm to catch a snowflake.

His breath comes out in a white mist as he sighs, half amused. ]

... not again.


(( OOC: Have an AU-verse Haro! Yes, that Haro that a certain Meister is fond of carrying around. For canonmates' reference, he hails from post-S1. Also, beware Gundam-verse-smashing. ))
 

Alice stared at the ground as she continued to pace back and forth on the cool concrete floor. Just a second ago she turned a corner in the marketplace in town to buy some meat with Gilbert and Oz. The moment that corner was gone so was everyone else, not to mention the delicious smells she was experiencing on their journey there. Letting out a growl of annoyance, the young girl decided to lean against the wall. Truth was, she had no clue as to her whereabouts at the moment, nor anyone else and this wasn't good. Not to mention being lost and hungry, two deadly combinations. "DAMMIT!" she shouted while banging her fist against the wall, "Of all times to get lost and lose everyone."

Her stomach let out an agreeable growl and she sank to her knees, back facing the stone. "I'm so hungry..." she moaned dramatically while clutching her sides. "Stupid Seaweed head, he probably did this on purpose." she uttered under her breath. A sudden rush of motivation came sweeping in and she quickly got to her feet, "No way in hell am I letting him distract my Manservant! I'm hungry and desire meat now!" She shouted to no one in particular while drawing back her legs and kicking the stone hard as she can. Suddenly she screamed out in pain and clutched her foot while hopping up and down, "CURSE. YOU. SEAWEED!" All the while she was completely unaware someone was listening.

[Okay. Something was off. Way off. Where was he? Did he take a wrong turn somewhere? Not to mention, where was everyone? This was a problem. But Jr. wasn't one to just sit around, so have a 12-year-old looking boy (who's not, in reality) walking down the street glancing at the surrounding buildings as he did.]

What the hell? This doesn't look like the foundation at all. What is this place?

((ooc: New here. I apologize in advance for my lameness at this.))

[This... was not the Manor. Nope, definitely not. In fact, Piper was fairly certain she had never been here before, wherever here was.]

Oh... Well, this'll just ruin anyone's day, won't it? [She sat up, looking around for a moment to get her surroundings, then she looked up at the sky.]

Leo! LEO! Damn it... where are you? LEO!

[There's an scruffy looking middle aged man ambling down the street. He seems lost and mildly annoyed.]
Man, what a pain. I've woken up in weird places plenty of times, but this is somethin' else. I didn't even drink last night.

Looks like the kids went and ditched old Raven, too.

[This place was rather peaceful. It was nice for relaxing, for enjoying the silence while it lasted.

Being new to this place, however, it was somewhat of a concern — Is it always like this? While it was nice to relax sometimes, he had hoped for some excitement, otherwise it'd get too boring.]

Yikes! It's a little too quiet around here. Anyone else think this place could use a little more action? Looks like time here probably moves a little too slow for my taste!

[He looks quite unamused by the change in environment. One moment, he finally got what he planned so many years for and was simply waiting confirmation. But the victorious feeling and satisfaction was swiftly pushed to the side.

This isn't Tomanbetsu. It's far too peaceful. No riots, no wild children and teenagers running around with guns and weapons, no dead bodies litter the streets. This city isn't the anarchy he planned.

'Maou' try to call one of his associates, Alan, but cannot reach the other man. Tch. With a frown, he snap his mobile phone shut and put it in his pocket. He must go back, he risk too much for the past decade to have it go down the drain.

All because he's not there to see the finale he desperately want.

'Maou' looks around as he walk. It's time to gather information.]

(ooc: Maou from G-Senjou no Maou! I'll use his alias (Maou), since his real name is a spoiler.)

[ This guy might not look very determined right now, but he is a man with a goal. Said goal? To prove he can succeed without his family's help. He loves books, he wants to succeed as an editor own his own merits, even if his job consists of editing the kind of books he never thought he'd be involved with: Comic books for girls.

It's tiring, stressful and his work group, the Emerald branch of Marukawa Shoten, is full of freaks who are avoided by other editors.

Among those freaks there is his biggest source of dread and distraction: Genius Editor-in-Chief Takano Masamune. Takano is dedicated to his work and is capable in a way that he admires and feels jealous of. His boss is also a jerk! He takes extreme measures to make sure works gets done— such like harassing him on his first day of job, kissing him in front of a manga author just so she could have a kiss reference!

But you know what? That's not the worst...

Not paying attention to his surroundings, Ritsu sits on the nearest bench and lets out a deep and heavy sigh. Fate is cruel and has a twisted sense of humor: Why and how did he, of all people, end up editing shoujo manga with his former sweet heart from high school as his boss!?

{{ ooc: testing his voice, please come bother him~ }} ]

[It's an odd experience - one minute you're being crushed to death by a giant EVA hand, and the next you're in a strange city without a scratch or an injury. After a good deal of wandering, Kaworu quickly realizes that he doesn't know this part of Tokyo-3 - if he's still in Tokyo-3 at all - and that he's very much alive. What happened?

Well, he can worry about that later. For now, he's seated outside of a coffee shop with a quickly cooling cup of coffee beside him. It's bitter, and he doesn't remember that you're supposed to add anything to make it more palatable, so he's given up on it for now in favour of people-watching.

Not many people, though. What weird kind of city is this? It's in good repair, but barely anyone is here. Without thinking, he takes another sip of his coffee, then pulls a face and sets it down again; it's even worse when it's cold.]

((ooc: testing out a memoryless Kaworu in advance of an app. that means no memories of Marina or any of the DRs! Have at him.))

[She wakes in a place not familiar, but there's a peace to this place that soothes her. Perhaps she knows it is a dream. Perhaps not. Regardless, the long-limbed viera pushes herself upright, shaking herself lightly and combing her fingers through her hair. There were trees everywhere, and the grass was soft--sun-warmed. Just like she always wanted it to be.]

[She sees no reason to get to her feet and explore. Not yet. Anyone passing by will see her sitting in the middle of a park, her legs curled up close with her eyes fixed on the sun.]