"Unngh..."

The dark-skinned man groaned a bit in strain as he lifted himself from the cold, frosty ground beneath him. He sat up, rubbed his eyes a bit, and then firstly checked himself. Still had all the equipment and clothes as he last remembered them. No, wait, not the pistols: the intricate Solar Eclipses were just his standard Vega 42s now. Which prompted the idea: was it all a dream? Every battle, every strain, every emotion, just a figment of imagination. Sazh quickly tapped his chest, at an open spot beneath his collarbone, and then glanced down. 

The brand was still there. It was different than as he had grown to remember it, but same as it was last: nothing but a blurred mark, bleeding silver from its contour. No, Sazh was still a l'Cie. Orphan, Ragnarok, the war, it had all been real. So then he was in the future, awakened with a new Focus. But he recalled no vision, no glimpse of his destiny. If Sazh had a new Focus, he would've seen a glace of it. So that was out of the question.

[i]"Kweh!"[/i]

The older man snapped to attention, catching sight of the ever-faithful chocobo chick coasting down with rapid wing-beats to come in front of his face. Letting out a light chuckle, Sazh held out a hand for the chick to land on. "Of course... heh, of course you're alright," Sazh muttered kindly to the chick, who bounced and flapped and 'kweh'd in appreciative response, before swinging to his backside as if to point out something. He looked up.
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[b]"IT'S SUPER HERO TAISEN TIIIIIME-!"[/b]

"Jaffa, kree. Jaffa, kree!"

"Where the hell am I?!"

"Does anyone know where we are...?"

"I do not know where we are-"

"Sorry, couldn't tell you."

"I was supposed to be on Earth right now, but I have a feeling we are far from that place." 

"... Okay, so what's going on now? If this is a joke, then the humorless idiot who tried it better be prepared to to face the consequences."

"You, Cygnar fool, what kind of wretched place have you brought me to, and why did you bring two Khador brutes with you?"
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Sazh found himself looking at the scene before him, and merely ended up sighing through his teeth. All good questions, not likely to get answered anytime soon at the rate thing were going with this hodgepodge of characters. The place they were immediately at, a snowy clearing in a host of unfamiliar trees, got no answers of Sazh himself, either. Maybe this was some faraway place back on Gran Pulse? Hard to tell, especially with all of the radically different company. At least all the people in the last party he was in hailed (mostly) from his general world back on Cocoon, there was so many different styles of people and dialect here that any local comprehension was lost to everyone else.

"Guess our adventures ain't over yet, eh?" Sazh remarked in semi-hushed tones to the chick in his hand, who merely gave a light 'kweh' in acknowledgement. She fluttered back into Sazh's nest of hair as he got up, stretching himself to get all of the strain out of his aging body. Dusting the wet powder off his clothes, Sazh shrugged in conceit, "Welp, guess we oughta pick who we trust more." And Sazh would've started, if he had any idea who any of these people even were.