Diego and OTA/MW: The party may now begin
The last thing he remembered before he found himself in the middle of town was a surge of heat and energy rushing through him faster than his brain could comprehend. He felt his body disconnect from what was happening as he seemed to be floating, and then all at once sensation came rushing back and he found himself standing in the middle of town.
He blinked rapidly. One hand pressed against his forehead, the other instinctively reached for one of his throwing knives. Clutching the cold steel in his hand, he looked around. Life was better with a knife in his hand. He was in the middle of...a party? A god damn Halloween party from the looks of it.
His siblings were nowhere around. "What the ever loving hell is this?" he muttered to no one in particular because he didn't immediately see anyone he recognised. No siblings. That might be a blessing. It might be a special kind of hell, depending on where the hell he was.