August paused to consider things for a moment in terms of payment methods. Raw gold was probably most thematically appropriate, but he hadn't taken the time to sieve the gold from the coins he'd had on his person since he'd arrived on world and he supposed coins made of gold would do just as well. So with that in mind he reached into a pocket of his duster and drew out a coinpurse, fishing around for a moment. As he did he drew out several golden rectangular coins and deposited them on the bar. "You'll take these right? I should probably convert to whatever the standard is for traveling situations but I honestly haven't had time and-"

At that moment, August spotted a particular carrot-nosed/drill nosed snowman like creature sitting somewhat drunkenly nearby. His eyes lit up almost literally as he eyed the snowman-dog-bug...thing? with pure amusement in every aspect of his expression. He supposed that if all sorts of worlds existed then its' world of origin must exist too, but if Plue was in Cowboy World, that certainly opened up some interesting possibilities for the future. Thinking quickly, August reached into another duster pocket and pulled out a couple of lollipops and offered them to the creature. "So snowman...dog...bug...thing...where'd your master get to?"

Regardless of the result of his attempt to make friends with Plue, August drained his sarsaparilla and looked around the bar for further potential adventure as well as Plue's current master. Two girls that seemed to be in the middle of introducing themselves seemed like a good place to start, if nothing else because one of them was dressed sort of like they hadn't been in the desert for long and the other had a very nice coat.

"Do either of you know anyone who might've lost a drill-nosed dog-snowman-thing? Also where can I get a coat like that? Mine's nice but I'm not sure how well it'll do in other places..."

For a few moments, Anno stared in blank silence. So... so she didn't sound crazy? That was a relief, but also kind of terrifying. She had just... just randomly teleported! And... and it was to a whole different world... Eyes wide in fear as she looked around, the brunette girl slowly became aware of how terribly alone she was in this world. With all these unfamiliar people... it really was a completely different world. Anno took another deep breath, trying to calm herself down, trying her hardest to focus and stop worrying. Well, not stop worrying, but at least stop panicking and try and think rationally.

"U-um... so... s-so it's a completely... d-different world then..." Anno trailed off once more. She didn't even know such a thing was remotely possible before now. Especially not teleporting because of random gold necklaces. ... Speaking of which...

Retrieving the necklace from her pocket, Anno nervously held it up. "U-um... th-this was the thing I took b-before I... t-t-t-teleported... d-do you know what it is?"

Rather than being intimidated by the power fist as Rain had been expecting, since the girl herself was unarmed and this obviously wasn't the same type of post-apocalyptic world she'd just left, she was... excited over it? Definitely excited, and for some strange reason she even knew what the fist was, which was perplexing: two other people alive had even been to Big Mountain, and neither of them would've had the Toaster heat the weapon.

"Er, yes, it is. How did you know that?" the white-haired girl wondered, stretching out her left hand and, once the appendages matched, shaking it. She also took one of the available seats before giving her name, "Rain, Courier with the Mojave Express. Or at least, I was before coming here... when they had work for me, at least."

"And... no, no dog," she added, turning to the short cowboy, "I got the coat from the Divide. You don't want to go there."

The Bartender took the coins. "Thanks. Don't worry, the boss will figure it out." He then turned to Gojira, nodded and began to create a mix drink for the womanly Kaiju. As he gave it to her, he spoke to Shezow. "Well, ya can buy a ticket and hop on one of dem wagon trains." The Bartender pointed to a nearby building. Over at the building was a place that said INTERNATIONAL WAGON TRAIN. "They mostly deal with exporting or importing stuff, though, so unless you think you're a stealthy person and decide to smuggle yourself on one, your best bet is to see if you can temporarily work for one." He said.

Just then, the bar received a cold breeze, though for only a brief moment. Considering the heat of the weather, it was a relief to everyone there, like someone had just turned on the air conditioner.

"Two men walked into a bar. One ordered all the food on the menu while the other sat and watched as he scarfed it all down in minutes." A man with orange hair and an eyepatch over his right eye leaned back in his chair as he spoke, sighing as his white-haired companion didn't answer. "Of course I would say the punchline, if there was one. Slow down Allen, you're gonna burst your stomach."

"You worry too much Lavi." Allen mumbled around a mouthful of hamburger. "You've known me for, two years now? You know that'd never happen, and if it were gonna I'd have died of overeating years ago." He emptied the last plate, a stack of them about 4ft high on the table beside him. He took a look inside his wallet and became visibly depressed, putting his head on the table. After a minute he glanced innocently at Lavi. "Wanna play cards?"

"No. If you need me to pay I will. Just get some money of your own soon and pay me back, will ya?" Lavi stood and approached the bartender. "How much for all the food?"

Strange sounds that for whatever reason sounded like "squee" emanated from one of the alleyways between the old timey buildings, as the rather eccentric maker of those weird sounds moved about excitedly. Dressed up in a faded tan traveling cloak with a hood that somehow managed to look stylish as the same time, the garbed weirdo darted out from her hiding place to follow the thematically different people into the bar that seemed to attract them all.

This... this was what dreams were made of. It was almost like she was living out a cowboy movie! Looking really suspicious due to the fact she just plain couldn't walk like a regular person and was looking over everything in an excited and almost spastic manner, Ran's action was already pretty good enough to make those who look at her think her to be a Grade A loon. Too bad she hadn't had time to dress for the occasion... Though on the other hand, her duds were already pretty darn comfortable and nice. That dilemma over with, the oriental woman finally walked close to those iconic wooden swing doors.

Making her way inside, she spotted an open bar stool and eagerly hopped onto the somewhat hard seat with an eager and expectant look on her face. Oh boy, she could pull off THAT... "Excuse me, bartender. I would like to have a glass of milk. Of your finest quality please!" The cliche of all cliches... the dreaded glass of milk in a bar request! The ones that only country hicks or hidden badasses order! She was so pleased by this weird request that she was actually quivering and beaming brightly in her seat! Clearly the dimensional traveler had problems!

A flurry of pink petals and a slightly sickeningly strong smell of cherries heralded the arrival of the next traveller, as a portal of some description dumped a girl with short blonde hair wearing a school uniform onto the floorboards.

"Ow..." She groaned as she sat up, before a pink object dropped out of the portal and clocked her on the head, knocking her back down again.

"Where... where am I?" She asked no-one in particular. Although the fact that she was flat on her back in a stereotypical western saloon was clearly a clue she wasn't anywhere familiar any more...

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"Huh!? Wh-what!? What are you talking about, man?" The manager looked more to be a stoner from the 70's, complete with orange colored shades and a polo shirt. His beard was ruffled and ragged. "People come on their volition unless... unless... Shit, urban legends are true! There really is an Abyss, is there?" The man hyperventilated at Shezow's intimidating presence.

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As Lucy pondered that, a man with short blonde hair approached her. He had blue eyes and was clean shaven. "Hey, you good there, kid?" Tommy said to her as he offered a hand. She could notice a large golden bracelet on his wrist.

The bartender walked to the back of the room. The sounds of a cow's moo was heard. Moments later, he returned with a full glass of milk that he handed to Ran. He then looked to Lavi. "Hm... All you can eat burgers? I'll be lenient and say 25 Muros." He said. Before Lavi could do anything, two 10 Muro bills, with the face of a great Japanese leader by the name of Tsukasa on them, fell onto the table, with a golden 5 Muro coin on top of them.

"Will that be enough?" William asked.

"Yep!" The Bartender took the money and put it underneath the table.

Rin - Western Planet Bar

Rin's smile spread wider as Rain offered a hand in turn, the blonde girl shaking it rather enthusiastically. This was just so cool! Even if the bar was still too hot.

"Um, nice to meet you, Rain! And, well, um..." As she began to try and explain why she recognized the glowy heat fist of doom, however, a smaller, more male figure approached the two, inquiring about some kind of dog.

"Oh, um... Dogs, uh... I'm not good with dogs, eheh..." Rin chuckled nervously as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Sounds like a magical girl mascot thing, though. Any magical girls here? They'd probably be the best people to ask, really..."

And just for a moment, Rin shivered as a chill wind breezed through the bar, although the heat quickly returned. She wasn't sure whether she'd have prefered for the cold to stay, really, especially seeing how she was dressed for warm weather right now.

"...Hey, did you guys feel that?" she said, as the breeze disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Felt kind of chilly for a moment, eheh."

"Pupuuun!" Plue put down the bottle of alcohol, letting it roll across the bar. He appeared to have opted for the sweet treats as he reached out for the lolipops. He stuck the entire sucker into his mouth and happily enjoyed the sweet taste. The snowman-like creature looked up at August with bright eyes.

Achievement acquired; new friend unlocked.

As such, when August walked over to the two girls, Plue scrambled off the the bar. With a soft thump, he landed on his butt and began to trail after the nice candy giving boy. The lolipop had remained in his mouth the entire time.

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"O-okay Ma- Mam." He said. He got up and brushed himself off. "The Abyss is, like, the space between spaces... You need to get somewhere quicker than a simple wagon, you take that. But shit's like the black market! If you don't know what you're doin', you're gonna get lost and maybe even wind up in a place you don't even know of! Worse... that place is home to nasty little buggers. They stick to your heart like a wolly on tar and- shit..." His pupils shrink as he simply raised his hand to point. If SheZow turned around, she would notice a long, snake-like entity covered in a dark miasma. The only thing that was visible was its beedy yellow eyes, blood red fangs, and a thin white line going down its back. It bared its bloody fangs before it swooped to strike at SheZow.

Gojira-san nods at the Bartender as she handed him her coins and began to slowly sip on her drink. As she drank, an oriental woman came next to her and asked the tender for a glass 'of [his] finest milk' in an arrogant way. A quiet growl of annoyance escapes Gojira-san's mouth, disgusted by her personality so far.

She has problems... Gojira-san thinks to herself aloud, probably enough for the other woman.

Just then, a flurry of pink petals and a slightly sickeningly strong smell of cherries heralded the arrival of the next traveller. The tall woman just snorts as she continues to drink annoyingly.

Lavi looked at the man in wonder for a moment before calling Allen over. "Hey, forget paying me back. Now you owe him." Then turning to address the man he said, "Thanks, but you didn't have to do that. I'll make sure Allen pays you back."

"Hi I'm Allen, and this is Lavi. Nice to meet you!" He introduced them as he walked over, shaking the man's hand when he got there. "We're Exorcists with the Black Order, although most people we've met recently don't know what that means."

He smiled at the man just before he felt the sudden chill go through the bar, his left eye activating at the same time. After not too long Allen became focused on one of the walls of the bar, a frown forming on his face. "It's not an Akuma, I can't see any trapped souls, but whatever it is it's not good." He looked from Lavi to the man and back to Lavi again before saying 'Excuse me please.' and rushing out of the bar.

Lavi stayed behind, Allen could handle himself. He turned back to the man and spoke. "Hey, don't mind him. He'll probably be back soon. I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name."

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"Y-yeah, I think so." Lucy pushed herself up into a sitting position. "I mean, aside from having no idea where I am, how I got here or what I'm meant to be doing."

She looked around.

"Since I'm pretty sure that five minutes ago I wasn't in a bar."

"My name is William. You don't have to pay me back. I have a lot more Muros where that came from. It pays being a merc sometimes." William said.

"Have you gone through any sort of portals at all? A Black Hole might be your answer." Tommy said to Lucy.

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As Shezow grabbed the snake by the neck. As she held it to his face, the manager shied away from it. "Aaaah! Don't let that thing near me! One bite and I'm a goner!" He said.

"Right then, I'll take your word for it on the jacket and I'll...look for someone like that! My name's August by the way! Multiversal traveler and wandering swordsman extraordinaire!"

Augustus, you know there's a war on boy. Shouldn't we be doing something other than returning a lost pet?"

Like I said 'Rari', the situation will reveal itself in time and besides, building up allies among the traveler community can only help us in the long run...plus would you look at him!? Isn't he the cutest little snowman...dog...bug drill-nosed...thing you've ever seen!?

I don't think I have ever seen one of those. Your faith in your crowbegotten Narrative Causality theory aside, just find the thing's owner so we can get back to the war effort.

If only to stop the grumbling voice in his head, August went back over to the bar and tapped on the shoulder of a Japanese woman who seemed just as excited as he had been to be in cowboy world. Maybe she was Plue's secret owner! More importantly she was drinking a glass of milk! So he addressed her, putting on a tough facade as he did.

"It takes some serious guts to order milk in a place like this. So which is it, naive country dummy or secret wandering butt-kicker? Also, is this your Pluedog?"

As August mentioned Plue he picked the snowman thing up and held him up for inspection, although careful not to stab anyone with Plue's unnaturally sharp nose.

"It seemed more pink than black, but that was definitely my first portal."