"...Uh..." The man in the cloak made that eloquent sound as he came to, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and adjusting the circular lens of his glasses back to normal as he sat up. He was rather tall, and adorned as he was, looked much like a spellcaster from fantasy save for some modern bits and pieces here and there on his person. In his hands was even a patterned wooden staff. This was the adventurer Shiroe, who went by the alias of "Villain in Glasses".

He had just died in the game turned reality of Elder Tales and found himself to be revived, though not in the Cathedral as he was expecting. Instead of a stone altar surrounded by stained glass windows and pews, he found himself lying in a snowy field, more specifically a copse of evergreen trees. Cold flakes drifted from the blacked clouds overhead, dusting the terrain in white and chill. "This is much too strange..." Shaking off the powder from his frame, Shiroe stood up and regarded his surroundings.

Outside of the copse were... buildings. They were not derelict and overgrown with greenery like in Yamato, but tidily well kept. But... the architecture. They spanned many designs and time periods and yet they all existed side by side. Gothic castles, American skyscrapers, Chinese pagodas... There were even some alien buildings that looked like they came from another planet. Worse was the fact they looked much too real to be fakes...

From the corner of his eyes, Shiroe saw that he wasn't alone. Others were there, some awake and some still slumbering. Just what was going on? Was this even Elder Tales anymore? It was most certainly not the real world, the tactician was sure. "Why... are we here..." He said hoarsely, his throat dry and stiff from slumber. He needed to know exactly what was going on. "Does anyone know where we are..." He turned about to regard the others, inquiring those in similar straits.

Ba'al groaned as he shook himself awake, head pounding with the worst headache he had felt in...well, ever. Which was saying something. Blinking rapidly, he pinched his nose as he rose, hoping to dispel this nuisance as quickly as possible so he could get on with his mission. He had done something incredible, built a great device from a mixture of Asgard and Goa'uld technology that would allow him to predict solar flares and use them for time travel via Stargate, so he could use the knowledge he had to seize control of the Goa'uld Empire and subjugate Earth, not in the way that the others may wish, but in a different way, with Earth as an integral part of his empire.

But as he rose, cold biting at him in his garb of leather and black, he was struck with profound confusion. He was in a...copse of trees in a clearing, apparently in the winter. Snow, snow was good, but as he looked around, he was nowhere near the Stargate, and there were a mixture of eclectic buildings nearby, some he recognized, some he didn't. And he was not alone. There were other people in the clearing as well, some unconscious, some stirring, but not whom he expected to see.

His hand reached for his Zat'nik'tel as he rose to his feet, brushing himself off as he looked around. "Jaffa, kree." He called for his Jaffa, the men he had sent through the Stargate first to come to him, but there was no response. He looked around before calling again. "Jaffa, kree!" And still nothing.

There was another calling as well, inquiring as to their location and why they were here, and Ba'al turned to face him, though he did not draw his weapon. The man was...weird, dressed somewhat like a Goa'uld System Lord but wielding a wooden staff with strange markings on it. "I am afraid I know as much as you do,' he said, fixing on a sympathetic smile as he moved towards the man. "I was supposed to be on Earth right now, but I have a feeling we are far from that place."

As he talked, he worked over priorities. First, find out where he was, how he got here, and how to return home. Keep the nature of his being secret for the moment, lest he alienate this group here. He might need them after all. And then mete out his vengeance upon whomever had swept him away. It was not much of a plan, but it was at least one.

"Ugh..." the hooded figure mumbled as he came to. His vision, initially blurry, started to settle as his consciousness righted itself. He was... quite confused, to say the least. He was just one his way to school, so how did he end up... um... somewhere decidedly not on Itogami island? Because Itogami most definitely did not have such a diverse architecture. It may have been man-made, but it was hardly a gathering point for every type of building ever created.

The silver-haired teenager rubbed the side of his head, pondering. Did someone teleport him? If so, how and why? A quick glance showed that there were several others, which was worrying. Was it a mass kidnapping?
One of them had woken up already, and was just as confused as he. Looking more like a video-game character than anyone... well, normal, the guy with the glasses asked for their location, to which Kojou Akatsuki could only reply, "Sorry, couldn't tell you."

Meanwhile, another figure slowly roused. The blonde, spiky-haired boy groaned as he opened his eyes. Like the others, he was confused to see that he was not in his bedroom, and instead outside in an unfamiliar forest, most definitely far away from Twilight Town, and his mind feeling rather hazy.
He rose to a sitting position, clutching his head as he tried to remember things in more detail, but nothing was coming to mind. He simply looked warily a the others, wondering if one of them was responsible for bringing him there.

Saber

... Where...

This... this was not where she had been. Saber's eyes looked of her surroundings... and it was so... odd. Her knowledge of architecture was... limited, even with what had been gifted to her due to her nature as a Servant. And yet she could easily recognize that these buildings that surrounded her did not belong together. Castles, skyscrapers, the buildings created by the Chinese... none of this fit together. And she had simply been eating... Saber's heard sank as she realized she had been utterly torn away from a delicious meal. Still... this was strange, and sudden... and Saber found herself wary.

Light flashed around her body, and the blue-and-white clothing she was wearing abruptly was replaced by her armored dress, the haziness of invisible air obscuring the form of her blade, Excalibur. There were... others, strangely, people nearby she did not recognize... had they, too, been taken here? Quickly, various worries entered Saber's mind. There were people she needed to keep safe... how was she dragged here? Slowly, she turned about and regarded those around her. A man with a staff of some kind... and somewhat elaborate clothing. Wearing glasses, and questioning their location.

There was no need for secrecy in her nature as a Servant here, thankfully, so she did not need to cover up what she had done.

"I do not know where we are," she stated, plainly and clearly.

---

Jakuzure Nonon

Okay, what the hell was this?!

Nonon rubbed her eyes. Whoever had thought of this brilliant idea to capture her... somehow(one second she was with Satsuki, then... she wasn't) had the worst and least cohesive taste in architecture ever. What was with all the random buildings in all different styles? They probably had a terrible taste in music, too... The small pink-haired girl folded her arms in a huff... and swiftly realized something had changed about her clothing. A... goku uniform? She wasn't wearing one before... slowly Nonon looked herself over. Huh. So this dumbass was even more of an idiot then she originally though? ... Oh, and there were a bunch of other morons standing around, too. Well, okay, amybe they weren't stupid, they didn't seem like her captors, at least... but Nonon had little hope for them as of now.

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

Now wasn't the time to be calm. Nonon was, in a fairly large amount of words, extremely ticked off right now. She'd been all ready for a day with Satsuki and then, suddenly, she was in the kind of place a a preschooler-no, no, that was an insult to preschoolers... A braindead idiot of the highest caliber would design.

"Finally. After much pleading and appealing to the fans, Saburo Hatte finally allowed for the continued existence of Akibaranger!"

Nobuo Akagi strode towards the copse in the most badass way possible.

"Although, I'm not really sure where I am... One minute I was in Akibahara, and the next I was here. I guess I'm going to do something awesome... Hopefully with the Super Sentai!!! Maybe... Maybe it's...

As he thought that, Nobuo held his hands to his mouth. He stretched out his arms and ran forth while screaming out: "IT'S SUPER HERO TAISEN TIIIIIME!!!!" As he ran, he tripped over a rock and fell into the pavement outside the copse.

"Itetetetetete!" Nobuo quickly got up and held his injured forehead. When he noticed that he didn't scrape his head, Nobuo looked at the mishmash of cities and buildings. "Huh, wonder what role I'll play... Oh! Maybe I'll be like with the Goseigers in Shinkenger Vs. Go-Onger and appear in a battl-"

"Does anyone know where we are..."

Nobuo was distracted by the random question posed. He noticed several other people, most of whom wouldn't be too far out of the anime he watches, standing around and talking about where they are. He began asking that same question too, but in a different tone. "Eh? Um... Where am I and what's going on?" Nobuo asked.

His mind began to connect the pieces that wherever he is, he's not in the newest Super Hero Taisen movie, let alone anything involving Sentai or Hatte.

Jonathan Joestar was an articulate and refined gentleman. When he spoke, it usually was thoughtful, mature, and considerate with what he said and when he said it.

"Where the hell am I?!"

...His grandson, Joseph Joestar, on the other hand, was not.

Standing at six feet, five inches and with a bulky muscular physique, Joseph wasn't the hardest person to spot in a crowd. Aside from his messy black hair, those who knew Jonathan may have mistaken Joseph for his grandfather in his prime. He smoothed out his tank top before looking around him. Many different types of strangers surrounded him, each one stranger than the last. Were they Ripple users? Did a Pillar Man survive and set this up as a trap? ...Could Joseph get a bite to eat?

These were the questions flooding Joseph's mind.

What was the strangest thing of all was the fact that the landscape looked like an intermingled mishmash of the world. While he did have to say that some of the buildings reminded him of back home in New York, this was certainly something to pique JoJo's curiosity.

But then again, he thought, he had seen things even more bizarre before.

As he woke smoke began bellowing from the steam engines that helped move his rather heavy armor. The first sense that triggered was a emptiness. He reached out magically to connect and re-awaken the several hulking engines of death that were under his command merely seconds ago. Nothing, Not even his ever loyal cankerworms were within his grasp. Keeping his surroundings in mind he calmly reached for the two metal cages that rested around his waist. One contained several souls of those he had collected in order to continue providing necrotite to his steam core, the other his own soul that provided him his immortality. While risky to carry to the Cygnar invasion, the other lich lords would surely seek it out if had left it in skell, if not them a servant lich may become ambitious enough to try and usurp him. An all too familiar scenario, aye Asphyxious? Mumbling softly to the soul that rested in his spear "Silence fool I need, not sarcastic remarks from one who could hardly defend himself."

Hearing the grunts and voices he turned to face others who seemed equally confused by the sudden change in surroundings. Many had arrived some earlier others still asleep, None wearing the colors of any faction that he recognized, except for three, and only one may have had any idea as they were whom he was besieging. Adressing saber "You, Cygnar fool, what kind of wretched place have you brought me too, and why did you bring two Khador brutes with you?" pointing to Vash and Hikonin. This seemed beyond Cygnar magic or Khador's for that matter however it was more likely the Scholars were responsible for this mess then anything the frozen north could muster.

"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.

"Kweh!"

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.

"IT'S SUPER HERO TAISEN TIIIIIME-!"

"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?"

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.

In the back of the "room" where many individuals of all kinds from all sorts of worlds awoke, an loud grown was heard, then a second. Two cloaked individuals wearing red stripped helmets and strange facial gear pulled themselves up off the floor. One of the men had a crosshair on his helmet and shoulder while the other had a more rounded helmet with a flame in similar places as the crosshair on the other guy. The Sniper man looked about the room while the Flamer guy attempted to recover.

"Did we get knocked out by those Yellows again? We should really start checking our six more often." The Flamer guy said, rubbing the back of his head. The Sniper guy slowly motioned to the Flamer to get his gun ready.

"I don't think that's what happen...." He said, staring the strange people before them. It now obvious to them that they were not where they had originally been and these stranger were probably not from the city they had just been in. They didn't wear protective gear, unrecognizable weapons, or even have color coded markings to tell who side they were on. A strange place indeed. The two men sort of crouched their, guns ready, but not speaking much to the people before them. Perhaps they hoped that their presence would go unnoticed.

Elsewhere in the open field, the mound of red in the snow known as Vash the Stampede slowly blinked awake. “Wha… have I been captured…?” he droned sleepily, before realizing that his hands and feet were unbound, and his gun was still at his side. Likely not an attempt at capture. Moreover, he realized he was… actually very cold!

His senses coming to him, he awoke with a start, sitting up swiftly as he shivered in the mound of snow. “Yowza that’s freezing!” he exclaimed, attempting to brush the snowy particles off of him. “What even is this stuff?” The scorching planet he called home provided a sweltering summer year-round, so snow was a completely foreign concept to him. Really it served as no surprise he’d be so unaccustomed to chilly weather. “Kinda feels like water… or really weird ice…” he mumbled to himself, running his hand over it.

Distracting him from the foreign precipitation, though, was the readily growing band of misfits not far from where he woke up - particularly their confused conversation on where they could possibly be. Vash could’ve been mishearing things, but he swore he heard someone say ‘Earth’.

“Huh, Earth? Who said ‘Earth’?” Vash echoed, scurrying over to the growing group. “How could we be on Earth?” he asked. Of course, in Vash’s time and place, Earth was a planet long-since dead, so it was much more a land of mystery than the home-sweet-home that so many others knew it as. As he said that, though, he looked towards the surrounding architecture, and while so much of it seemed so strange and unfamiliar he couldn’t help but feel that those same buildings were… strangely familiar. Were these the sorts of Earth buildings he remembered seeing in hologram form so long ago? Hard to say. But given everything weird going on… crazy as he thought it sounded, it just might’ve been possible.

Ba'al looked over the diverse group with growing interest as more and more people roused from their slumber to find themselves in this strange place. A near babble of talking arose, and it seemed that no one had answers here, some lashing out angrily while others just sat around in some sort of stupor. Then there were the embarrassing ones, like the guy who ran over and face planted on the ground while shouting. It did succeed in earning a chuckle from Ba'al in terms of silliness, but that hardly mattered here.

A man came over, with blond hair and wearing an overabundance of red, asking loudly as to whom had mentioned Earth. Ba'al knew that to be him, since he had been the one who spoke, and he approached this man, all while planning. They weren't from the SGC, none of them were, so if he twisted the truth somewhat to make them trust him more, no one could call him on it, and he wouldn't be able to break the subterfuge because he would remember what he had added to the deception already.

"I did," he replied boldly, stepping forward. "I am Ba'al, Supreme Commander of the Goa'uld Star Empire. Earth was my destination before I was swept away to here, but this, this is like no place I have ever seen on that planet. And given that I appear to have come alone, leads me to believe that we have been swept up by some powerful entity, perhaps the Ancients, and deposited in this place."

Saber

Saber's eyes narrowed. She did not know precisely what was addressing her. She hadn't seen anything like him, not as a Servant or prior to that. However, he carried an... air she disliked. Not only did he possess a rather malevolent air, and look... he simply felt wrong. Saber was immediately wary, to say the least. More than she had been before. He was also saying things the Servant did not understand. Cygnar? Khador? Neither were anything she had heard of before. This situation was undeniably a strange one, and Saber was unsure of what to do.

"... I do not know what Cygnar is, and I am not responsible for what has happened."

Her response was short and as clear as she could make it. Saber was not going to attack unless given reason... but this creature made her quite wary, to put it simply. Still, she was going to answer the question he had asked, while remaining firmly on-guard.

---

Jakuzure Nonon

"... So no-one has answers?" Nonon raised an eyebrow and irritably folded her arms. This was frustrating. None of the people around her seemed to have enough brain cells to try and begin working out their situation. "I guess you're just a bunch of idiotic slackers."

The small pink-haired girl shrugged. Oh, she was still furious, but the truth was the truth, wasn't it? With that, she turned away from morons. That guy in red seemed like the biggest idiot of all. How could they be on Earth? Gee, how ever could they be on the only planet inhabited by human beings. What a shocking conclusion to arrive at. How insane! Moron. Nonon had been ready to go out with Satsuki, and now she was placed in the middle of a bunch of slacker idiots.

Whitney wondered if she had fallen asleep while watching TV. This was definitely not her home, or any other place she knew, for that matter. So the most logical assumption was that she was in a dream. In an extremely vivid dream where everyone wandered around without knowing anything and where there were no cute normal type Pokémon. Quite an annoying dream. Whitney attempted to wake up.

She could not. She tried again and failed again. For her, there was only one logical assumption. Darkrai, the nightmare Pokémon, had captured her inside the dream! Whitney started to weep hysterically. I don’t want to die inside a stupid stupid STUPID dream of some stupid Pokémon! I’m too young to die, I still have many cute Pokémon to meet and many battles to win! Am I going to see my team my team never again? Oh wait, my team! Whitney realized that her Pokémon’s pokéballs were all safely with her. She was so relieved that managed to stop crying and panicking.

I guess that if this is the dream of Darkrai, it should be there somewhere. Maybe if I can find and win it I can wake up! I need to ask people of this dream if they know where Darkrai is. Whitney looked around for a bit and noticed a girl which had a pink hair, just like her. That made her look like easily approachable, so she decided to talk her.

“Do you happen to know where I could find Darkrai from?”

"Wh-where is this place?"

Hayama "Master" Morito-formerly known throughout the world as a legendary mercenary, teacher and bodyguard-was well and truly lost. He'd woken up a short while ago not at all where he expected to be, and his search for answers had left him even more puzzled. No one had made demands or announcements or even attempted to interrogate him after he'd awoken, nor was anyone attempting to restrict his movements so far all of which ruled out several possibilities. In addition despite his having operated all across the globe and even in some very remote, hidden, and even ancient places, none of what he'd seen so far had matched up to any location he knew. Oh to be sure, bits and pieces of it matched up to things he was familiar with, but that was the strangest thing of all. There was no consistency to it, as if buildings from all over the place and maybe even through different time periods had just been snatched up and deposited here, without even getting into the weird, alien designs woven through a lot of it. The only reasonable conclusion he could come to then, was that he was no longer on Earth, or at least no place on Earth he recognized.

That left a much more interesting problem in the form of the small group of people he'd just stumbled onto. From what he'd overheard they all seemed just as lost as him with no clear links between them other than all waking up as he had. Still, it would pay to be cautious just in case things were more dangerous with this group than they initially seemed. Thus, Morito chose to approach them under a guise of weakness while conducting reconnaissance. Playing into his appearance to put a group at ease was a tactic that had become a specialty of his, a secret weapon even!

Because Hayama "Master" Morito-a mercenary with decades worth of skill and experience feared throughout the world-seemed exactly like a harmless little boy.

"U-um, e-excuse me but I'm l-lost and alone..."

Mokou blinked a few times, wondering why exactly everything was so cold. She'd been fighting Kaguya, that enormous temple ceiling had come out of her pocket somehow, then... nothing. Putting the pieces together made it easy enough to work out exactly what had happened: she'd been hit over the head with a seamless piece of wood big enough to cover an entire building, and it had snowed before she woke up. It had been early summer when she went to sleep, but that didn't mean terribly much in Gensokyo; there was that one time spring had been really late in arriving, and then the one where there were flowers everywhere for no reason she'd found out. Snow in summer wasn't something to make a fuss over.

Opening her eyes blew this conclusion entirely out of the water: there weren't this many buildings in the Bamboo Forest and the architecture was like nothing in Gensokyo. Here and there a few buildings would have fit in, but then there were all the grey boxes and the stone constructions...

For someone used to traditional Japanese architecture, this was all rather new.

People were talking but that wasn't really a concern right now; it was cold and she didn't feel like freezing to death today. She'd once died, gotten caught in a snowdrift, and died again. It had been a very, very dull winter until spring arrived; Mokou had been completely unable to melt it due to not being able to feel any part of her body. Thus, the person with more hair than everyone else present combined climbed to her feet, and set about providing a little warmth.

This was by wreathing her whole arm in flames, but it worked--even if a normal person would be rather on fire.

Planeswalking in, Sorin Markov was understandably surprised by where he found himself. He had been tailing the Eldrazi titans as they moved from plane to plane, taking note of the worlds they savaged. Perhaps he could discern some kind of pattern from their otherwise inscrutable motivations. However, this was not the plane where he had sensed their distinct Colorless mana signature. Rather, he was in a snowy grove, surrounded by an eclectic group of individuals with equally diverse scenery. This quite puzzled him, as he had no idea how he could have Planeswalked here. Perhaps a novice Planeswalker could end ip at a random plane by mistake, but he had six millennia of experience under his belt. Very strange.

Some of the structures and peoole surrounding Sorin seemed familiar, while others were completely new to the ancient vampire. He was reminded somewhat of the time distortions on Dominara, but was otherwise quite intrigued. He stayed at the outskirts of the group, silently observing the others bicker and boast, postulating various theories as to how they could have ended up on this strange plane.

Slowly gliding up to the girl and grabbing her face and pinching it still as the green light in his glass eyepiece did something so close to a squint that to many it would be unnerving considering he lacked any form of eyelid. The light coming from his chest licked at her form, knowing from other research subjects that it offered only a cold chill opposed to the warmth of regular coal he would have grinned if at all possible.

While the accent was proper, she had no power armor designating her a Warcaster of Cygnar, nor did the magic emanating from her make any sense. It was almost Khador magic in nature but, it had no magic circle sequence to it. Something unheard of in Immoren let alone Cygnar. "No I suppose not, and any Khador Soldier even a spy would rather be dead then butcher the enunciation as you have." He simply let her go after that, suddenly uninterested in the events that have been transpiring only taking head when the words 'idiotic slackers' was used. "Girl I have ignored your insolence to the point of obliviousness, to state the difference in our intellect would be like trying to compare the vastness of the ocean to the accident you most likely still leave in bed."

As the other arrivals appeared and woke up he sighed at the flaming girl "Menites, How I despise Menites. No you are off as well must everyone here be such an eyesore without having anything useful to explain this . . . Sudden change in scenery." The smell of dark magics however lightened his mood, at least he would not be the only crusader of Toruk. Turning to face the aura led to a darker mood then previous. The lack of power armor and the lack of metal mixed with flesh was more then enough to tell him this one was yet another disapointment.

"I am Ba'al, Supreme Commander of the Goa'uld Star Empire." Ba'al said. The mention of the words "star empire" triggered flashbacks of another Space Empire, Zangyack, within Nobuo. He began to draw a conclusion.

"Could he be the villain we have to face!?" Nobuo thought. He shook his head. "No! Don't delude yourself! Remember what happened when Mitsuki was out of town? Besides, the villain doesn't just up and reveal himself without bringing mooks! He's probably here as part of the main cast of heroes." Nobuo thought. He exhaled.

"Wait, Khador? Me?" Nobuo pointed to himself when Asphyxious talked about the Cygars and Khadors. Nobuo has not heard of something like that in his entire life. Nobuo was puzzled by all the new terms that's being thrown his way. However, one struck his mind.

"Do you happen to know where I could find Darkrai from?"

Darkrai. Just that name alone is a warning sign of 'here be the villain!', more than the Goa'uld Star Empire. What's more, with a name like that, it could even refer to someone like the main villain. It would be stupid to form an army now and march to Darkrai's Fortress, especially this early on. He's yet to meet people. Might as well get to know his potential allies... If they're his allies. Still, without his other Akibarangers to back him up, he's gotta find people to ally with. Start with the friendly introduction.

"Um!" Nobuo raised his hand. "I say we should introduce ourselves, like how Ba'al," Nobuo pointed to Ba'al. "introduced himself. My name is Nobuo Akagi." He's not sure if he's supposed to reveal his identity, but usually that's a big no-no. He looked around and notice a girl with her arm on fire. This was concrete evidence that he was in something... Maybe a different kind of Super Hero Taisen.

Saber

Saber was almost stunned by how the armored creature simply grabbed her face. But her reaction was almost immediate as well. The second she felt his fingers on her flesh, she raised her arm and strongly brushed him away. This... creature felt even more wrong simply trying to touch her, though it still had not outright attacked... It was skeletal, and armored, and it was talking about things that Saber did not understand. He was clearly confused, that was to say the least. She had never heard of any of the things he was mentioning once. Gifted with the knowledge of modern languages(though given where she had been summoned, only modern English and Japanese), she was not aware of any error in her speech.

The strange and malevolent air from this creature made her even more wary... and she was tempted to ready Excalibur, suspecting a hostile move at any moment.

However, she was rather quickly distracted. A young boy, lost and alone, had stumbled into the scene. Saber paused for a moment, and then approached him. There were too many potential dangers here... and he hardly seemed to possess any sort of ability to defend himself on his own. Especially with the flare of fire nearby... Needless to say it was important to make sure he was safe.

"Do not worry, little one, I will ensure you are not harmed," Saber began, extending her free hand to the boy.

---

Jakuzure Nonon

Oh, someone was actually asking questions. Well, so were a lot of people, but at least she was asking questions that seemed to have some kind of direction. The problem was they were asking her, when she had no idea what was going on, and asking about something completely and totally irrelevant.

"And now we've got someone who can't even tell reality from fantasy," Nonon commented in response, raising an eyebrow. Seriously, what did that even mean. Darkrai? From Pokemon? How did that have any relevance to this situation? Was this girl just that obsessed with the video game that she was worried about it after getting kidnapped? Jeez, talk about some kind of lunatic. Was she even dressed like one of the gym leaders? Really, Nonon couldn't remember the name but that didn't matter right now. What matters was finding out what was going on here and getting back to Satsuki.

... And the ridiculous skeleton man started insulting her. Actually, trying to insult her because wow. Bed-wetting? Really? That was the best he could come up with? Nonon folded her arms, turning to face him once more. He talks like some kind of fantasy villain and then tries to make a bed-wetting insult? Oh please. She couldn't even be angry about something as stupid as that.

"I don't even think a ten-year-old boy would think that's a good insult," she began, "But I guess if you're a skeleton all your brains must have rotted out too."

Sazh had initially thought this situation was weird, given all the different sparks of speech and style among the people scattered here, but as they all kept going, it only got outrageous. People talking about being supreme commanders, trying to figure what snow was, or not even doing anything besides, well, setting their own arms on fire.

But at the same time, people were starting to come up with theories, determining that this place was not any of the worlds each of them came from. Among the many foreign and varied buildings off in the horizon, Sazh could make out what might have been a Sanctum-built business building. It gave Sazh the impression that, hell, this might be a mix-up of several very different worlds; by extension, perhaps this place wasn't actually real, or at least wasn't supposed to be real.

Which left only the million-gil question left: Why were they here? Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be an answer they were going to get anytime soon, by just sitting around and hoping somebody has an answer. Not that there wasn't someone who perfectly knew why these individuals were here, but in Sazh's experience, it usually ended up being the thing that eventually tried to kill you, as well as the thing that you had to go incredibly out of your way to find.

So, in the meantime, Sazh and everyone else was stuck here with no firm answers, and no particular fondness to anyone else. And wasn't that just fan-freaking-tastic?

"Kweh! Kweeeeh!" The chick peeped from its afro nest, trying to get the old pilot's attention. As Sazh was looking up, he witnessed the plucky little chocobo fluttering around the gathering of people, aiming for what looked to be a young boy. The kid was meekly looking around, stammering for some help as any lost, lonely child would. Sazh lightly shrugged again, tilting his head in indifference to the chocobo's attraction in and of itself. Plus, one of the women, clad in some sort of bulky, plated armor, had already moved in to grant her chivalry. Still though, he paced forward in preparation to give whatever aid he could to the boy and the lady. God knows nobody should have to endure being in this situation on their own, as young as that boy was. Misery loves company, after all.

The l'Cie couldn't help but give a clever smile to himself. The mighty, determined soldier girl and the lost, frightened boy. He was getting flashbacks to Lightning and Hope already, back when they had all first met. Maybe this wouldn't be so foreign after all.

"I think we're all a little lost, here," Sazh carefully coaxed the pair's attention, the older man aware of his chocobo chick trying to warm up with the child, letting out gleeful 'kweh's and sweeping around the boy's head with soft, cheerful intent. "If you don't mind the company, we can all be lost together. Heh..." A hand came up to rub at the back of Sazh's neck as he trailed off, craning his sight off to the side to observe the horizon of buildings. Inadvertently, Sazh was exposing his silver-blurred l'Cie brand to the two in the process, which seemed to briefly glow more defined with orange light.

Hearing the male teenager's announcement, the older man turned back to the woman and child, his face still in the neutral guise he had twisted into while trailing off. "Well, how about that? My name's Sazh. Sazh Katzroy."