Instead of using his little handguns, which to Alfonzo looked really cool, the guy made another decision instead to use his fingers to go through the wall. The guy was human, nonetheless, or was he? Was he some sort of magician or an illusionist, or one of those futuristic type people enhanced with abilities through some sort of nuclear accident or something? He probably was, plus noting the fact on how serious he was to get out of here, it makes sense. But due to the fact that Al thinks he is just seeing things in his dreams, he can only justify one thing. It’s not real. Just after, the young girl that made her way back from the hallway, which Alfonzo just noticed, she came to the conclusion that the building they were all trapped in did not want them to leave. What is this, a museum demon that consumed them all or something, making sure none of them leave? If so, it would be a nightmare, but this place looked friendly and peaceful so it couldn't be that. He also highly doubts that they are trapped, and that everyone is just in denial. “Hmm.....I doubt we’re all trapped in here” said Alfonzo.

The jaguar blinked out of his reverie and noticed that below the painting of his mates was a painting of his rainforest... he didn't have much time to stare at that, though, as the young girl named Ib started down the hallway he had seen earlier. He started to follow her, brushing past her and letting his furry, muscled flank rub along her thigh. He called over his shoulder, "Good idea... we won't get anywhere by sitting here." Whatever light was here didn't bother him. If it was dim, good. As long as it didn't get brighter. He stopped and looked back with a low "Hm?" as everyone turned and ran. He looked befuddled. The jaguar peered around the edge of the archway and examined the scene. Why was that... man... pointing that thing at the wall? His head turned and he peered at the wall he was aiming for. It was heating up and the molecules within were getting more excited by the second. That fool... these walls might not even be destructible. Where would they go, anyways? What if a group of enemy hunters swarmed upon them when they escaped? He couldn't let him try that. Darkhunter stepped out and sat down off to his side, thinking about attacking him, but then he put the guns away. "Thank you for thinking. Ib is right. Whoever put us here... we don't know what these walls are made of. Where would we go, anyways? I have never left my forest. We may be a long, long ways away." The next gesture he made was curious, and it made the cat look again to see if something was going to happen.

However unfortunate it might be, Tatsuya Shiba's efforts would prove fruitless. The materials of the pocket dimension they were trapped in didn't bend to the same rules his world did, and rather than the dissolved materials staying static, the scattered matter of the wall bent inward on itself. With it, the painting of Caesar vanished--was sucked in?--and a strange vacuum pulled on Tatsuya's clothes. For a moment, it seemed as if the wall was about to suck him in, but it must have changed its mind. It belched at him before solidifying.

Mizn for the past several minutes after asking Sayaka about her hair was staring silently at a painting of an arid. Unlike the organic in the room with him he didn't feel anything bad about the place. Mizn turn towards Ib after hearing what she said "Query: since you have been in this situation before how did you escape?" Mizn asked caching up to her scanning the hallway they were in.

Mizn for the past several minutes after asking Sayaka about her hair was staring silently at a painting of an arid. Unlike the organic in the room with him he didn't feel anything bad about the place. Mizn turn towards Ib after hearing what she said "Query: since you have been in this situation before how did you escape?" Mizn asked caching up to her scanning the hallway they were in.

Ib glanced at the large machine next to her. She blinked, thinking over his question. "I didn't. I was trapped there with G-..another person. All the artwork was coming alive and trying to kill us. There were many puzzles. We had been running away from a painting when the next thing I know I'm here. This place doesn't look like anything like the Gallery I came from. It's so...colorless..." She said, having been unable to say Gary's name. (She never went into the hallway, she was just looking down it. She is still in the room with everyone else.)

"WAAAAGH!" Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka was many things. A warboss, humie crusher, the prophet of Gork and Mork and other less than appealing titles. He was also big. Incredibly so. He actually prides himself on how big he is. So when he dropped in the room from even a measly 4 feet, it made a huge as noise. "CLANG!" The deafening sound echoed throughout the room, no doubt making some ears bleed. Of course, Ghazghkull Thraka did not notice this. The huge warboss still had it's huge cannons pointing at an invisible enemy, now currently a wall. The Warboss fired and fired "BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM". When he realised his predicament he stopped. "Where da humiez at?" Ghazghkull looked at the ceiling, seemingly unaffected by his cannon. That is when Ghazgkull realised where he was. It was a room. A humie room. He wasn't fighting humiez as he was before. Now that made him angry. "WAAAAAAGH!" He stood up and looked around the room. What he saw outright confused the green behemoth. There was a few humiez and a..... "Waz are you?". Ghazgkull aimed his huge claw at the panther, confused as he has never seen one before.

Tatsuya, now ignoring everyone because they were irritating him, started walking down the hallway. "I'll go check what's ahead. All of you stay behind, just in case."

Even though he thought that they were nothing but figments in his imagination, they all seemed to have their own sort of problems, figuring that they didn't belong here, like they came from other places or other worlds. But for Alfonzo, as of now, it didn't matter to him. “Well…….tell you guys what. You can all keep discussing whatever you are discussing, I’m going this way over to these paintings. Won’t be long before I wake up, so I want to enjoy what time I have left in this dream, before I have to go back to work.” Alfonzo made the attempt to excuse himself from the conversation, and began to walk back towards the artwork on the walls. He stopped for a minute, and turned around back to the group to ask a question. “Would anyone care to join?”

As a child, Sayaka's parents spoiled her with naive fairy tales and similar story books, giving her the idealistic mentality she had today. One of those books was "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland", and she believed one of the quotes could be aptly used here right now, for things had certainly became "curiouser and curiouser." The way the wall had sucked in Pistol-Boy's clothing was alarming, but it was the way it had spat the fabric out that caught her interest. He didn't pull it out from the vacuum, the wall instead bent outwards and performed a spitting action, suggesting that Ib's implications might have been accurate, that the structure they were trapped in might be sentient. None of that mattered, however, when the giant cyborg ogre carrying a big-ass gun materialized out of thin air. As if the boy threatening to vandalize someone else's property wasn't enough, now they had to deal with this bellowing orc-like creature who seemed confused, angry, and from the way he randomly fired his cannons at the glass ceiling for reasons unknown, a violent barbarian. Sayaka instinctively reached for her left ring finger, where an iron ring was adorned. Though she was obviously distracted by the hulking beast and his potential to indiscriminately attack everyone in the room, she wondered why or when she had the ring on her. She could sense that it was her means of transforming into a magical girl, but gaps in her memory left her ignorant of why this was so. She decided to put aside the trivial query for later and focused on the larger threat in the room. Though she could tell that battling this creature would surely cause her demise, if she had to protect the people here from this raging beast, she would.

"Uh, he's a type of cat? What creature are you, as I have never seen an alienous creature such as yourself," questioned River, turning towards the creature when he appeared.

"Uhhh Wudz a cat?" Ghazghkull scratched his head as he kept staring at the panther. "Is it sum thin I eat? And waz alienous mean? Iz it sumthin I can eat as well?"

River sighed, obviously frustrated. "No, you do not eat cats. And alienous means...ahh, nevermind. Just, what creature are you?" she asked again.

Ghazghkull looked at the humie with a look of confusion. Didn't everyone know who he was? He was the leader of the biggest WAAAGH! in the history of ever. Millions if not billions of Orks served under his name. He was the Prophet of Gork and Mork! "Me da Ork, humie. Da rufest, tufest speeshies aroun'! We da ork, skull smashas, smurf killas, humie slappas and de biggest! We have da biggest Warband in da place! Billions of Orks, Nobs, Mad Doks, Burna Boys, Gretchlins, Midgets, Big Nobs an' da like surv unda one Orks!" Ghazghkull leaned his face down to the frustrated human and put up a savage grin "GHAZGKULL MAG URUK THRAKA, HUMIE! DA BEZ ORK AROUN'! KILLA OF ARMAGGEDDONZ, LEADA OF DA BIGGEST WARBAND IN DA PLACE!" Ghazghkull stood up and looked around the room, grin still in place. He let out a belching roar, savage and primal, a roar only conducted by a killer of billions of souls. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!!!" Ghazghkull raised his cannon and fired his cannon into the ceiling "BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM." He let out a bloodcurdling laugh and looked around the room.

Despite her initial wariness about him, the more the ork 'spoke', if one could call it that, the less Sayaka could take him seriously as a threat. He reminded her of those cartoon ogres who would speak in one-syllable sentences. Though this one was obviously convinced he had a more coherent language going on than that with his gibberish, it certainly did not further Sayaka's belief in the existence of any intelligence coming from this primitive grunt. His empty threats of being the baddest badass 'in da place' was so ludicrous to her that she had to stifle a chuckle. As he harmlessly fired his cannons onto the big bad ceiling with a maniacal laugh, Sayaka rolled her eyes so hard she swore they had popped out of their sockets.

The things that happened when the human attempted to slip past the wall caused a look of intense alarm to pass over Darkhunter's face. He had never seen anything like that before... he began to creep towards that spot in the wall, peering at it intensely. Some chatter happened and one of the cat's ears flicked, but he kept up his intense gaze on the area. He was trying to see if that wall was still... just a wall. Faintly, his spots and his eyes glowed, but he couldn't glean anything. He blinked a couple of times and the glow faded. Darkhunter turned around, paused, then followed Alfonzo. He did a little trot to catch up, then sat down next to him, looking up, "Look... Alfonzo... you won't help anyone with denial. You'll never simply wake up out of this... I do not think it is a dream..." The cat was sent sprawling as some sort of creature dropped into the room and made such a racket that Darkhunter had to press his paws against his ears to try and save them. He was in so much aural pain that he could hardly even think, let alone talk, but the cat only took so much before he stood up. The rosettes covering his body glowed with a bright, white light. A similar light emitted from his eyes, turning them into solid glowing orbs. He roared at Ghazghkull with the loudness of a rather violent thunderclap, shaking the walls if at all possible. It was a roar that would be a lion to total shame. The luminescence of the feline continued and he started yelling, "WILL YOU PLEASE CUT OUT THAT AWFUL RACKET?" It was like the voice of God was booming around the room. The glow faded slowly. Darkhunter panted softly while his still glinting eyes tried to burn holes in Ghazghkull. Figuratively, of course.

When Ghazghkull had first materialized, Joxter had been crouched in a corner, waiting for the taller bi-peds to settle down, and hopefully not blow any black holes in the walls. He'd been lucky enough to find that he still had a few apples in his pockets and was munching on one, contentedly. He blatantly ignored the eyes of his childhood friends boring holes into his soul from the portrait across the room, because he didn't think he had the energy. In fact, he was nearly about to call out to that Alfonzo human that he wouldn't mind taking a nap with him. "WAAAAGH!" BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. That roused him from his thoughts a bit. He gazed upward, genuinely confused. Then proceeded to watch the exchange that took place between the shapeshifter and the monstrous beast with growing amusement. This was great. This is what he lived for. These little moments. When the ork fired at the ceiling again in an excited, puppy-like rage, the Joxter lost it. He didn't even care if Ghazghkull blew a hole in the ceiling and inadvertently killed them all, this was the best way to die he could think of. "Oh--oh--you're a special snowflake, aren't you?" He managed to choke out from under apple slices and peals of laughter.

"One, please DO NOT YELL IN MY GOD DAMN FACE! Two, I'm not a 'humie', I'm a different kind of creature," River said. She so badly wanted to slap this Orc in the face, but she knew it probably wasn't a good idea. No matter how tempting it was....

London, Great Britain 1999 A.D. As the old children's rhyme once said, London was burning. In a single night of carnage and blood, three great armies - Catholic, vampiric Nazi Germanic and Briton - had clashed amid the now burning remains of Britain's capital. The few British Army units within the city, those who fought in vain to protect their families and fellow civilians, had fallen long ago. The knights of the Ninth Crusade were martyred in droves. The Letzte Battalion was annihilated to a man, drowned under a wave of undead souls and the blood of everyone who had died this night. "No, not all of them." Integra F.W. Hellsing had reflected as she stalked along one of the vast smoke-filled hallways of the grounded airship Deus Ex Machina, flagship of the Nazi army. "The snake who had orchestrated this Wagnerian orgy of death must die by my own hand for his crimes!" Yet, this simple objective had not proceeded as smoothly - or bloodlessly - as the leader of the Hellsing Organisation would have preferred. Despite eventually tracking down the bespectacled SS-Sturmbannfuhrer to the command deck, she was robbed of both a clean kill (due to the massive pane of bulletproof glass that protected the Major) and her most loyal vampiric servant Alucard, thanks to the Major's final masterstroke. Integra had been forced to watch on helplessly as the poisoned vampire - her most loyal companion - died before her eyes. "Everything I had, I gave for this moment." the Major had coldly boasted in his triumph, ignoring the sudden arrival of Integra's protege, Seras Victoria. "And in that moment, I stole away everything that Alucard - and you - had." Everything in the moments after had been a blur to Integra as, enraged at the loss of Alucard, she had ordered Seras to finish off the Major; it was a rather explosive firefight that followed. As the smoke cleared, Hellsing glared at the now-revealed, yet clinging to life, cybernetic Nazi. "Look at you, Major." she calmly admonished the half-destroyed, twitching Major's corpse, shaking her head. "A clockwork monstrosity." "Deny the facts as you wish, but I am just as human as you are. The same soul, the same human will!" the Major spat back in defiance, reaching for a holstered Walther P08 on his belt. "Something that your precious fraud of an immortal was not! For that, I hated him more then anyone in this world and sought ways to cast that- that subhuman down to the depths of Hell. If you think you have the stomach to do the same, Fraulein, then you're welcome to try!" The Major awkwardly aimed his drawn pistol and pulled the trigger, sending rounds hissing past the slowly advancing Integra. Unperturbed by the whizzing bullets, Integra calmly reached for her secondary sidearm and, coming to a stop about a pace away from the fallen Major, took aim. Two shots - one from both of them - rang out ... ---- Unknown Location The "Present" Light and air flooded into Integra's senses as she awoke. Still befuddled by whatever had knocked her unconscious, the twenty-two year old woman fumbled over her body for any wounds she may have taken from the siege of London. Nothing - not a single laceration or bullet-hole. It was a puzzle made all the more confusing when a quick check revealed that both of her pistols and her sword were on her person, as if they had never been used. "Impossible!" she hissed to herself in disbelief, trying to reconcile both her recall of the events of the past few hours and the reality of her apparent survival. It was then, however, that Integra managed to get her first good look at her surroundings. The crisp, off-white walls that she glanced through her glasses were a stark contrast from the charcoal-blacked steel walls of the zeppelin she had been stalking through. Nor, however, was the room she was in reminiscent of a recognisable landmark, though the labeled paintings that hung on every wall hinted at this location being an art galley of some kind. Yet I saw practically every building in London razed to the ground! No fire, no blood, no bodies ... No! This is NOT London! "Where ... where am I?" she weakly muttered aloud to semingly no-one, a gloved hand pawing at the wall she had been leaning against as she struggled to get to her feet.

Ib had to admit, the 'orc' as he claimed to be was unsettling her with all his loud yells and wildly waving his weapons around. The fact he kept asking if they were something he could eat didn't help matters either. So the girl decided to go join Darkhunter and Alphonse, wanting to be away from the gun-wielding people on the other side of the room. She joined the two, not as unsettled by Darkhunter as she had first been. She had probably gotten over the shock that he could talk. Then again, dolls were not supposed to talk either and she had encountered many of those disturbing things in the Gallery. She glanced across the room as the orc started yelling again. She resisted the urge to cover her ears to block out the noise. She wished she had, however, when Darkhunter bellowed at the orc to be silent. Having been right next to the feline, the noise was deafening. The child yelped in surprise, stumbling and tripping over feet which sent her tumbling to the floor. She clapped her hands over her ears and curled into a little ball, squeezing her eyes shut. She had never liked loud noises, the sound scaring her ever time. She was terrified of thunderstorms and the fact that Darkhunter's yell had been louder than that sent the child in a panic, hence her fetal position on the floor next to the feline.

Sayaka was deeply annoyed. Aside from the unbearable noises being generated by the animals in this echo chamber, she was still not any closer to finding out where she was or what was going on. She gently pummeled a clenched knuckle onto the wall behind her, restraining her strength so that she wouldn't catch any attention to her tantrum. A curse word was at the tip of her tongue, but she suppressed the urge and swallowed it down. Her head felt heavy, but she tried her best to ignore the stress and looked around. The uniformed boy who tried to blast his way out of the building before had trod down a hallway nearby on his own. Giving one final leer at the boisterous creature who was even more trigger-happy than Tatsuya, Sayaka gave another set of glances towards her other cellmates. She whispered a silent prayer that they would be safe from this volatile brute and began to follow in Tatsuya's footsteps. Standing around here was not going to get her anywhere fast, and she certainly was not going to leisurely take in the sights of the gallery in self-denial, thus she decided that she might as well be moving somewhere that might bring her closer to the exit. As Sayaka began to move, she stumbled upon a beautiful lady with flaxen hair, the latest arrival in this world where people materialize from thin air. And she was indeed beautiful, well-dressed too, even more than the shapeshifter from before. She was donned in a classy military uniform; a little outdated from the style of uniforms one would find in the modern day, but the clothing was polished and ironed, and she had worn it with such elegance one would not pay much attention to the era her outfit had belonged to. A faint blush surfaced across Sayaka's cheeks. When she realized she was rudely staring at the woman, she pivoted her head away, sharply, and continued her trip past Hellsing's broad shoulders. It was just as she was about to leave the confines of this room when something else dragged her back in; the sight of the little girl with the rose clipped on her hair, the one named Ib. She was huddled in a fetal position not unlike the one she herself had been in just moments before. Breathing a light sigh, she made a sharp turn towards the girl, giving a light bow at Hellsing as she walked in front of her. "Are you okay, little girl?" Sayaka carefully asked as she squatted down to Ib's eye level. When she gave a brief sideway glance to the jaguar standing near her, she realized the cause of Ib's trembling. "Hey... it's okay," she continued as she tried to put her hand on Ib's shoulder with much hesitance, hoping she would not startle her, "he's not going to hurt you."