Well, the explanation Rachel had given apparently didn't come off as completely crazy, so that was a plus. On the other, it seemed to have made the other girl's panic worse. Good work...As Anno pulled out the necklace, Rachel tilted her head slightly. She adjusted her glasses, before taking a closer look at it.

"Hmm...um, can't say I do...sorry..." She said, frowning. "Um, i-in any case, do you want to head inside? I mean, this is probably a lot to take in, so sitting down for a bit might not be a bad idea?"

Anno took a deep breath. Pace herself. Pace herself and keep nice and calm. Okay. There we go. No freaking out over the whole... other worlds stuff. Yeah. Nice and calm. She shook her head and tried her best to remain relaxed and calm, putting the necklace away as quickly as she could and taking another deep breath. The other girl was trying to help, at least. That was nice. That was very nice. But now, well... she had to reply, and she could do that in a nice and calm, reasoned manner, right?

"YEAHITHINKWESHOULDGOINSIDEINEEDTOSITDOWNNEEDTOTHINKOHGOD"

... Well, she tried to make it a bit calmer, at least. The oh god was only at the end. But it is awfully hard to stay calm after you find out you're an accidental multiversal traveler.

"Pink portal? Huh... Might have to bring that with the Admiral..." Tommy muttered. "Whatever the case, a portal brought you here. You're not the first victim, though. I've went through this too. Simply put, you've been taken from your world via a portal and spat out at a random location, which in this case is here."

---

While the station was made for wagons in mind, it had a dock for ships as well, though it was somewhat hard considering the desert nature of the world. Thankfully, during construction of the station, the South Sea Trading Company made sure to include a connecting portal from Western World to its sister world Pirate’s East, so that ships can easily dock in one plane but do business in the other.

As such, the Jolly Roger managed to dock just fine. Didn’t help that captaining the ship was a feared pirate, after all. Though that didn’t stop Morgan from stowing away. He held a letter close to him before he hid it away in his robes. He hid behind the crates, waiting for the right moment to rush out and get off the ship before anyone noticed.

However, he might have mistimed his escape. Just as he got up, he heard someone singing to himself as he was going over to the crates. Morgan panicked as he pulled out a green book. Flipping through the pages quickly, he opened up a window and flew out, a gust of green wind propelling him. The pirate stopped to look at the crates, scratching his head as to what happened.

“Smee! Get back here! The captain wants ya!” One of the other pirates said as Smee headed back.

---

As Morgan landed on the station, he wandered about. Where does he go from here? He only smuggled onto the Roger because he had no idea where the recipient of the letter would be. As he looked around, an attendant found the kid.

“Are you lost?” She asked.

“Huh? No. Of course not! I know exactly where I’m going!” He said. Then he paused for a moment. “Where is here?” As he pondered that, the attendant noticed something.

“Look out!” She pushed Morgan out of the way as a snake with blood red eyes struck her. As it bit her, it merged into her body. Her arm became black with red lines cracking from her skin. She screamed and panicked as her arm changed to that of a tiger’s claw. She turned around. Morgan could see the tears in her eyes and her whimpers as she tried to mouth the words: I’m Sorry.

But her voice, now guttural, spoke something else:

“Sink… Sink… Sink…” As she came closer to the boy, Morgan tried to pull out a book, any book. He could nearly feel her claw dig into his skin had it not been for a sudden gunshot. The woman fell over as the darkness seeped out of her arm. Morgan turned around and saw a man with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white, fancy, Victorian-style outfit with a beret that had two silver, four-pointed stars on them. He held muskets that, like the arm, were black and red, but contrasting the arm’s jagged and cracked nature, the red lines were more straight and interwoven

“That was close… But at least you’re safe now, right?” He said to Morgan. Morgan nodded.

“Y-yeah. Is she?” Morgan asked, but the man quickly shook his head.

“No. I merely shot her in the arm. Don’t worry, my bullets are made from a special fibre.” As he said that, the wound on her arm began to sprout ribbons that had the exact black/red line pattern. They wrapped around her arm to make an improvised band aid on her arm. However, once the wound had been healed, the ribbon broke away and any bullet hole she would have had would be gone. The woman awoke and breathed in a sigh of relief.

“W-what was that?” Morgan asked.

“Asmodeus. A type of Shadowfax. Have you ever travelled via Black Portals before?” He asked.

“N-no. I haven’t. I haven’t even come here via portals.” Morgan said.

“Ah, that can explain it then. Shadowfaxes are demons that dwell within a dark nexus called the Abyss. Travellers of the Abyss would know them very well. The increased number of these buggers means that someone from that Abyss is coming. And telling from these winds, I know exactly who it is…” He held up a card. It wasn’t an ordinary playing card, as it was somewhat longer. Another gust of wind blew as he held the blank card in front of the winds. Slowly, a picture faded onto the card. It was a woman, her eyes closed and arms crossed, as her body covered itself with large wings. On the bottom were two letters on a golden banner: “THE WINDY”. “… As I feared.” He muttered.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Morgan said. The man looked to him as he took out a cup of tea and held it.

“I’ve been chasing this Devil for a long time. And it’s about time I got payback. Stick with me kid and you’ll be safe.” He said.

“Wh-who are you?” Morgan asked. With that question, the man took off his uniform. In its place was a simple black tuxedo, though the beret was still on his hat.

“My name is Thomas McKnight, and I’m a Hunter.”

"Ahhhh, moo juice. Clearly this is of high quality since cowboys are known for taking care of cows. Plus it seems to be so fresh I think I heard a cow moo!" Ran happily stated as she hefted the cup up, did a weird salute, and gulped the thing down in one go. "...Warmer than I expected, but rather rich and frothy."

Putting down the glass and paying up with what appeared to be a five dollar bill emblazoned with "Abraham Lincoln- Vampire Hunter" on it with the eponymous president fighting said children of the night instead of the Lincoln Memorial on the flip side. The fact that she had a magnificent milk mustache was also something she missed due to the fact she felt a hand patting her shoulder. Turning about, she saw what appeared to be a young man holding...

"...Is that Plue the snowmanpillbugdog?" What sounded like a strangled squeeing sound emanated from the easily excitable girl as she took in the doubly cute apperance of the duo, a big dumb grin on her face. Patting the hybrid creature and basking in the niceness of the feel of its fur, Ran then regained a smidgen of seriousness thuogh she kept on petting the sentient animal's round head. "Unfortunately no, I'm not its owner. And since no one here is reacting to Plue, my deduction is that if we walk outside the bar and shout out "LOST PLUE", someone should logically come running and claim the pillbugdogsnowman." A fist was clenched with the flames of youth and righteousness even as a fervent gleam entered her eyes at the sidequest flag she had triggered already.

Moo juice? Seriously?!

Something about that girl just didn't click right in Gojira-san's brain. She was the kind of girl the kaiju-girl did not like at all. Annoying, childish and weird girls that talk in the most arrogant and self-centered ways. And this girl seemed to be one of those kinds of people with the big dumb grin on her face and those squeeing sounds... oh those awful annoying sounds. She slams the now empty cup as she slowly rises from her seat, ominously looking over the girl with fire in her eyes. Why is she behaving like this? Who the hell knows... but it's surely not the Sake she drunk. Or so she thinks. Probably because of the military she had to fight back home, and how annoying they are.

"Damnit girl!" she growls aggressively at the girl, "Can you please shut up?! Your being annoying here!"

"I guess that makes some sort of sense. I guess the whole thing about 'other worlds' is going to take some getting used to though." Slowly, Lucy laid a hand on a nearby table and pushed herself back onto her feet. And then nearly collapsed again, clearly not quite having her land legs back.

"But who's the Admiral?"

"I didn't notice any chill," the hat-wielding cyborg answered, though that was easily explained by the fact that her face was just about the only part of her really exposed to any air, along with the fingertips of one hand, "And... uh, mind explaining how you recognise this fist?"

She seemed to have gotten sidetracked by both the question and the ambient temperature, so Rain waved the power fist in her general direction, as well as glancing over her shoulder at the hubbub. Seemed some girl was being excited, and... another oddly-reptilian woman was looking to start a fight. Definitely needed to keep an eye on that, then, the woman had far too much Deathclaw about her...

“A dog?” Martha echoed with some puzzlement.

She remembered seeing something like Phoebe described waddling past her on the way over. She certainly wouldn’t have described it as a dog, more of some sort of snowman or a very, very small person.

“I think I saw it going off somewhere towards the shops over there.” She explained and pointed in the direction she had come from. “It’s pretty busy over there so maybe someone else saw…Blue was it?”

With that Martha began leading Pheobe up the street in the hopes of continuing the conversation or even moving the subject a bit more towards securing her a means of travel. Hopefully helping to find this persons dog thing would be a very good bargaining chip.

“Actually, if you don’t mind me asking but how did you open up that portal just now?” Martha then gestured with a nod of her head back up to the sky. “Got some sort of doo-hickery or something?

"Hey, let the girl enjoy her drink. You want a scrap, you head somewhere else."

John's voice was pleasant enough, but he'd already started dialing in his pocket. H. E. R. All it would take would be the O, and he'd be ready for action. He'd just have to hope he could make do with whatever hero turned up. Hopefully it wouldn't be Chief Mighty Arrow- that could lead to some problems in a town like this.

Rin - Western Planet Bar

Maybe the chill wind was just her imagination, then... Rin laughed nervously as the spiky-haired kid left to find a magical girl, and Rain jumped right back to questioning her.

Aw crap, I thought she'd forgotten! Um, um... Can I tell her I played Fallout? Would that make things weird? ...I mean she's obviously aware of other worlds what with being here and all but, um, uh, hmmm, uh... Boggling her mind trying to figure out some way to distract Rain's attention once more, she looked around the bar... Ah, great, a young woman being accosted by a- Oh, wait, some guy had already stepped in. Um... Quick, think of an excuse and make yourself scarce!

"Um, well, um... Eheh, um... I, uh, I travel a lot and, uh... And I hear about a lot of stuff and, and, um... And oh um look at the time I think I left the oven on got to go bye see you later!" Grimacing, she swiftly backed off towards the door, fiddling with the watch-like device on her arm, which yelled out...

PARASOL

...And as soon as it did, a red and white parasol appeared in her hand. As hot as it was inside, it was even worse outside, and it would at least help a little to have some shade. Unfortunately, she'd been so preoccupied retrieving it that she didn't pay attention to anyone entering the bar as she exited... And thus collided into a short ponytailed brunette, who seemed to be accompanied by another slightly taller brunette with loose hair.

"Ah, um, sorry, um, didn't see you there, um..." Rin quickly looked her over, partially to see if any damage was caused but mostly to spot any distinctive traits she could use to refer to the other girl with. "Um, sorry, Peaches, was in a hurry and, uh, um... Eheh, um, hope you're not hurt or angry or anything, eheheh..."

"Oh... Yeah..." Tommy chuckled a bit before he spoke up. "The Admiral is the guy I work for down at Zyguard's Juno-Jupiter Sect. I'm not sure if you've heard of it, but we're basically this group of people who track down a phenomenon where people are taken from their homes via Black Portals. Something tells me a similar thing happened with you."

"Nice, very nice..." The Bartender said as he observed the bill. "This will go into the collection for sure." He took the Abraham Lincoln bill and put it in his pocket. As he did though, the wind that came from the station entered the bar. In sharp contrast with the cool air, this breeze highlighted just how hot the desert could be as it circulated the heat around.

"Damned heat waves..." The Bartender muttered. Just then, Jason went downstairs. He eyed Gojira and like him, prepared for a fight. He took a small USB from his pocket, the same one he used in his fight. He had his fingers just shy of a button attached to it. He had to be careful not to press it and alert the others that he was planning on causing another bar fight.

Just as Anno was about to enter the bar... a taller girl suddenly knocked into her. Anno stumbled backwards and fell onto her rear with a yelp, managing to brace herself so she at least didn't completely hit the ground. For a moment she sat there, staring wide-eyed up at the blonde girl for a moment. Blushing with embarrassment that she hadn't seen her when she was entering, and already in something of a panic, the brunette girl sat there and trembled before finally managing to say something, anything, in response to being bumped into like that.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry I d-d-didn't see you c-coming!" she cried, waving her hands frantically. Anno didn't want to just upset someone as nearly the first thing she did when she was entering the bar... or a new world... or anything really. She didn't want anyone to be bothered, or anything like that at all... "I-I j-just... I... I-I'm s-s-sorry um... I didn't mean to u-um..."

She trailed off for a few moments, not really realizing that she was being asked if she was okay.

... and without a warning, the blonde was off like a shot. Cursing, Rain grabbed her half-full beer and ran off after her. Now that was definitely suspicious. Had she broken into the Big Empty? That was a disturbing prospect, since it meant even more of the wildlife could get out... or, worse, she might have supplied the Think Tank with more human experiments or left a way for raiders to get at advanced technologies.

That it could, in fact, be someone from the same sort of world she hailed from in the first place, who knew it from a game, had slipped Rain's mind; after three years of being stuck in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, the fact that her knowledge of the world's history was so broad being down to video games rarely occurred to her.

"Can I please have an answer?" the coat-wearing courier asked, coming to a much better stop than Rin herself had, and drinking from the bottle again, "I just need to know nobody's broken into Big Mt."

"Murple." Ran stuttered as she felt someone looming over her, looking like the anthromorphic personfication of the King of Kaijus himself! Except as a lady. Just the sight of that was enough to knock her brain of kilter seeing how... destructive the source material was. She was fairly certain that the girl based off of giant monster was just as bad tempered given the baleful glare she was given.

"Ah... sure... Yeah. I'll be quiet, yep yep." While by no means submissive, the young woman really didn't want to tick off someone whose resume had "unnatural disaster" and "excessive property damage" on it. Nervously palming what appeared to be the stereotypical fluffy feather used to induce a sneeze in one hand from under her sleeve, Ran got ready to use a certain spell should things go FUBAR. Her plans after that was to use a certain secret technique that anyone could use to relocate, get a better handle on the situation, and come up with an according counter.

Wincing as she was part of the cause to the current almost reaching explosive level of reaction from the other patrons, the girl stood still and hoped that things wouldn't go the way she thought it would be. Though if it did, she could then cross "Cause a barroom brawl" off her list of things that she couldn't do prior to multiverse hopping.

Gojira-San heard Ran say that she will be quiet, but upon her saying that, a chill of cold air began seeping into the bar, tingling the former's senses. Her spines on her back issues a slight spark of blue energy as she tries to keep her body cool and radiated. But in addition, she can feel the heat of unrest and worry in the bar. Rain was the first to issue such sense, then John, then the Bartender, and the sense of Jason can also be felt from nearby. Even Ran's sense of nervousness also contributed to the heat as it was already igniting anger from within Gojira-san. She issues a guttural growl just as John finished his words.

"I think you should butt your ass out from this situation." she growls angrily.

Just then, Goji's spines began to spark again multiple times, issuing a slow and faint hum coming from her spines. She looks around angrily as her eyes and mouth began to slowly issue an aura of blue. She was preparing a devastating atomic breathe, one that was feared by all back in her universe.

"All I want is to drink in damn peace..." she says slowly as she tries to calm herself down by pounding the desk violently, but yet seems to fail calming herself down that way, "And yet I get this sickening and uneasy aura from you all... all of this... ANNOYANCE.."

Her nostrils flare steam as she still tries to calm herself down, only to seemingly make things worse.

"Do you know who you are dealing with IN THIS BAR?" Cause if you don't, you don't want to know what comes NEXT."

Now she was at the height of her anger and it seems as if all HELL is going to break loose in this bar. If nobody succeeds in calming her down now, then the whole bar has the greatest probability of burning to the ground...

(0:00 - 0:002 - Goji-san's growl at John)


(0:25 - 0:44 In 0.5 speed.)

"Plue," Phoebe corrected, following Martha where she had indicated. The woman shrugged, nodding her heads towards her back. There you would see a very large sword strapped there. It looked far too large for someone as small as the redhead to be carrying, yet here she was, walking as if it weighed nothing at all, "I can just sorta cut space with this sword, I guess? Its something to do with the powerful magic connected to this sword. I didn't stay around long enough to really learn the details."

As they walked along the road, she heard a loud racket coming from the bar. Probably just a random bar fight. However... call it instinct or maybe slight paranoia, but she had an inkling of a feeling Plue just might be involved. Why did she always get pulled into these messes? Biting her lip, she contemplated if it was really worth the trouble. He might not even be in there?

...

Ugh, dammit, she couldn't just leave without checking first. "I'm going in," She told her companion as she began to head toward the salon, "You can stay out here if you want, I'll just be a sec."

Well, things had gotten eventful rather quickly. The girl she was trying to help out got knocked over by a blonde newcomer running out of the bar...And the other brunette seemed to be apologising for getting run into, which seemed kind of backwards. Not that Rachel's response would've been much better in the circumstances.

"..."Peaches"? Really?" Rachel thought to herself, offering a hand to help the shorter girl back to her feet. Granted, she hadn't actually gotten around to learning the other girl's name yet either, but still! Giving someone you just met (if running into them as you fled a bar counted as meeting them) a nickname like that seemed really embarrassing.

"Um, is ev-" Rachel began to ask, curious as to what caused the blonde's quick exit. However she cut herself off as another person exited the bar. This one was wearing what looked to to be a nice coat...and some kind of power fist. And she seemed to have some business with the blonde. Something about some place Rachel had never heard of.

"Right...shutting up."

"I think it might have something to do with this." Lucy pulled the pink jewel from her pocket. "Since I fell into the portal as soon as I picked it up."

...Wait, I wasn't wearing a skirt ten minutes ago.

At the same time, the Smile Pact jumped up off of the floor and smacked her in the back of the head.

And why is a toy Smile Pact attacking me?

Well...things certainly did get tense awfully fast. In a situation like this there was only one thing he could think of doing that could diffuse an entirely different sort of bar brawl from erupting here, potentially along with a lot of innocents-incinerating nuclear fire. It would cost him dearly, perhaps even cost him everything. But for the good of the bar and all of its' patrons and for the sake of peace itself it had to be done.

"FROM HERE ON OUT EVERYONE DRINKS FOR FREE!"

August slammed his entire not inconsiderate coinpurse down on the bar, manipulating the metal of the coins within subtly so that the sound of coins hitting the wood jangled out audibly but musically and rather pleasantly to everyone in the room, hopefully shocking them out of their rage with surprise if nothing else. At the same time he jumped up from his stool with a calm, flat little sort of smile on his face and positioned himself as directly as possible between everyone else with his hands on his head to show he was completely non-hostile.

"Now, we can get into a fight and obliterate the entire bar and likely get a lot of innocent people killed in the process and waste a lot of paid-for drinks or we can all prove we aren't so bad by just sitting down and enjoying some free drinks." Addressing the Gojira-girl specifically he gave a wary little smile "It's fine if you just wanna be left alone, I can respect that. But obliterating the bar and the people in it just leaves you without a place to drink. So...let's just sit down and talk this over."

Already the bodyguard in his shard had noticed that there were two metal trays nearby and he could potentially jerk them over to serve as shields if people's attacks did wind up being unleashed to increase his chances of survival, but August hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Gojira-San was just about to unleash her devastating atomic ray when suddenly she hears someone shouting out something she could not ignore. Something a lot better to participate in the senseless violence of rage and anger. Something she in fact desperately needs at the moment. The moment when you can literally drink 'FOR FREE'. Her eyes widened in surprise as her spines began to cool down and revert back to her normal state. She quickly takes a few calm, deep breathes until August spoke for everyone, eventually towards Gojira-San.

Gojira-San realized what she had become. She almost let herself go in obliterating the entire bar! She could've killed people, waste all the sake she could drink, and cause misery to the whole town, let alone the bar! She looks around in shame as she takes another deep sigh. She sits back down on the stool with her head down on the desk.

"Apologizes for my... break up." She says slowly yet calmly, "I didn't mean to be like this. I just got into a fight with a nemesis of mine... Must've rustled me up a bit, even though I thought I was calm."

She then looks at the bartender as she opens up a leather bag in her coat, revealing 100 gold coins.

"While I do like free drinks," she continues, "I don't mind to pay on the behalf on everyone here. A token of apology if you will."

She then looks at the rest of the people in the bar.

"All of you drink up."

She then gets up from her seat and heads towards the exit, leaving all the others in peace.