@Stephanie Dola

As The young magician Flew across the vast and seemingly unending city-scapes making up this particular portion of tor-6, leaving her pursuers in the dust to such a degree, that even the tracking team governing her specific finding and capturing was having issues locating her, she finds (probably) one of the few spots of green available to her in this planet-wide city with no notable people tending it and a small energy dome around it to help keep more than the healthy amount of pollutants out so the plants had something to process, but not so much that it killed them. Upon entering the sky-looking dome of transparent energy, she finds there to be seemingly no-one there, creating a lovely spot to hide for a while while she recovered enough mystical energy to top herself off at the very least.

Steven was a quiet lad and had a tendency to be over-looked even by magi specifically attuned to be highly sensitive to the auras of people looking to not be found, So when a magus girl landed and sat down at the base of the oak tree that served as the central piece at this particular garden, he wasn't surprised that she overlooked him. Instead of getting annoyed that he'd been overlooked like some of his, relatively, high stature might, the young gardener simply walks over to her and clears his throat to get her attention.

Even as Lina settled down to enjoy a quick nap, she heard the sound of some boy, most likely fairly young, clearing his throat right next to her, the unexpected nature of his arrival seeming rather odd, as though he'd just appeared right next to her despite the fairly obvious trail in the tall grass behind him that denoted The specific Rose bush he'd come from just to see to her. Though, the more surprising thing than that he'd snuck up on her, was that he seemed to exhibit an almost negative magical aura, as though he radiated so little, spot-able energy, that it almost seemed to suck some of it in like a black hole, creating a field where you couldn't really spot him unless you were looking specificaly for him, though, from his stance he seemed used to it and completely unknowing of his own gift.

"sorry to wake you up miss, just thought you might like some-place better to sleep than at the base of a tree in some strange garden" The young gardener offered with an automatic smile, being used to people not seeming to notice him until he made himself apparent. Even if it wasn't appearent from his overalls and gardening gloves, the generally happy aura the plants tended to give off around him denoted a kind and accepting caregiver despite his flaws.

@Dawn
A connection of worlds; the ability to phase into other areas of existence was not a skill unknown to Issei. Though use of the magics given to him as a pawn to the Gremory family under Rias, such dimensional transfer normally would not come to shock to him, the man who has traveled to Heaven, hell, and back.

There was, however, a difference in the current transfer he had been forced into. Although pocketed dimensions can be created by the strongest of beings: the ancient dragons, they do not consist of a full "world", but rather a fragmented visage of a time long past. As such, the idea of there being a "world within an unidentified dimension" was a construct foreign to Issei. His knowledge of the occult might not have been the most intensive, besides the spells given to him through his peerage, however if he did in fact go through a dimensional transfer unknowingly, it was within a world he had no knowledge of.

At the location if his spawn into this world, stood a single girl. Perhaps she was the "master" of this world? If she was, to create such a dimension might have been considered a feat by most magic users he knew. However, he somehow doubted this was the case. Though she did have the "cunning look" of a caster, somewhere in his heart he understood this not to be the case. Though not exactly well endowed by any means, she did not bear the childish figure of a certain rook he knew. Even so, she appeared to be the same age as Issei in terms of appearance, though appearance does not mean everything. He knew of an eternal dragon with the visage of a child whom he could consider a "mentor" of sorts.

"Errrr... Yo. How are you?"

Smooth as a kitten, Issei rubs the back of his head as if to hid a bit of his ignorance from the other. However, realizing the frivolousness of this potential conversation, he tries to redirect the flow of it before it had begone to take place.

"Do you know where I am? My name is Hyoudo Issei."

Issei would be considered to be somewhat of a carefree individual. Even a transfer of worlds was not something that would really "rattle his chain", as the idiom is. It merely brought upon him a bit of confusion regarding his current status. Because no hostile intent was detected from this girl, he decided it would be best to merely try to converse; an attempt to find out what is going on.

"What is yours?"

...Of course, the girl in from of him, though could not be considered "hot" to the degree that someone like a "certain queen" he knew, could be considered very "cute". He was not adverse to her current form at least. In fact, he considered himself blessed to meet such a cute girl, though such excitement was not currently the forefront of his thoughts, it was not like he could truly ignore such a promising prospect.

@thewizardguy
Mortis was drowning in this sea of fear, of nightmares, and he senses it...his death...his destruction, was coming to him. He felt his impending doom, he felt that which would end his life...but he felt no fear. Death did not scare him. Not anymore. Taking in a deep breath, Mortis summoned his power, his strength, his rage.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He roars, he roars like a typhoon, a hurricane, a storm of epic proportions. The fabric of the chaos realm shifts, and wane, bending, twisting. For a moment, he was free, and this moment was all he needed. Taking his hammer, he swung it into the air, opening a portal out of his cursed place. Stepping though it, he vanishes from the chaos realm, vanishing from Lucy's grasp...for now.....

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Rick was dangling by a thread, one hand mangled, one about to be crushed. He had dropped his gun into the pile of ravenous mouths below, so as to not fall. However, the nightmare notices something, after it crushes his hand...Rick begins to laugh, loudly. A laugh of madness...fear? Who knows. But, one thing is sure...to those there, it was a chilling laugh.
"Activate..." He says, as the nightmare brings its foot down upon his remaining hand. As the boot strikes flesh, the flesh holds strong, not like before. Where once it was tissue paper, now, it was steel. Pulling himself out of the pit with only his remaining arm, Rick looked at his adversary with a grin. "...This suit, is special..as you can tell. I was hoping to not need to use it..but, my hand has been forced. I'll make sure after you're dead, to take your corpse back so my lab geeks can cut you apart, and see what the hell you are. Who knows, maybe they'll learn something cool.." Rick says, before his suit turns entirely black. "......Hehehehehe.....DIE!" He says, vanishing, and re-appearing behind the nightmare, aiming to tear it in two with a devastating vertical chop with his good hand.

@ADamnFiddle

Strange. Incredibly strange. That power to step through worlds, derived from the gift that the Yoshino Reiji who was not Yoshino Reiji had handed down, should have been something that did not have a parallel in any other world. That ability at the root of Gaia:Uranus, who stands atop all magi, should not be replicable.

And yet, the second person to step into this world besides her had just appeared. Was this a world where the barrier to entry was low? It was possible for even people like that damnable game master to enter worlds within the world, so maybe this was similar to that, a world where those with sufficient aptitude could enter without difficulty, even if they were not at the peak called Gaia:Uranus.

Well, all the same, it didn't matter. That wish to protect her normal daily life would never die, but before it could be made, there had to be the hope for everyone else to have that same wish granted.

Momiji turned to face the new arrival with a curious expression that smoothed itself over moments later, looking him over. Though in recent times, the time she spent with Reiji, she hadn't maintained her usual visage, the fact was that when with those who were not her friends, Satomura Momiji was renowned for her coldness, particularly to males.

"...I'm Satomura Momiji." The magus replied somewhat curtly. The boy didn't seem to be a magus, but there was some sort of "pressure" he exuded that felt similar. Then again, if he was from another world, she could hardly expect every world to follow the same notion of magic as hers did. "This place...I think it's called Tsubasa. I've only just gotten here myself."

@Dawn
"You too then?" Issei asks rhetorically. The girl before him has also just entered this place. Truly, this was an oddity. It appears that there was a converging factor regarding their displacement.

"I guess I messed up my transfer spell again."

It would not be the first time that Issei had miscast a spell. Though not the most magical-versed individual, he would at least like to make the somewhat false notion he had passed the point of a "beginner". One might say that Issei had large magical banks to derive his strength from, however, inefficient in regards to the usage of these stored powers. That being said, he sometimes overshoots his magical powers, and presumed that is the reason for his current situation.

"Are you from Japan as well?"

Although seemingly cold in regards to conversation, Issei did not feel an exerting pressure of hostility from this girl. Although he had the ability to understand any language to be translated to his own as if his native tongue, names such as "Momiji" and "Tsubasa" would not be translated through this ability. Of course, he still felt her to be a bit apprehensive, maybe coy, therefore felt like such cleverly disguised smalltalk would be able to increase his own knowledge in regards to his position.

Although Issei could feel a magical power from this individual, he could not discern any sort of magical race from her. She appeared, at her core, to be a normal human with a high affinity towards magic. Although this was a rarity in his own time, there was the chance she was also a heroic descendant or was born with a magical based sacred gear.

"You don't seem like an Angel or a Devil, but you are a student of magic, right? You're pretty cute. Are you the descendant of a Hero or something?"

To reach the level of a magical caster, one must take years of training if they are an ordinary human. Thus, human magical casters tend to be older than mythical race casters, as they must substitute their own lack of ability with knowledge. To be both young and able to cast magic, one must either have been blessed with a strong sacred gear, usually through the descendant of a hero. Issei knew of a strong human caster who was young, A descendant of Le Fay who seemed to have a bit of an affinity towards him. However, this was an uncommon occurrence.

Lucas turns to see if he was being followed by the girl, when he sees that he isn't he gets a bit curious although him not being followed was one of the possibilities he'd thought of he still wondered if anything bad might have happened to the girl. So sitting down Lucas closes his eyes and focus' his will into the raven spirit so he can see through it's eyes after this he tells the raven to go check on the girl. So the raven takes off and start to circle the area above the girl, Lucas can see that someone else had appeared from who knows where. Lucas then stops focusing, gets up, and heads back to the area where the girl was standing chatting with the newcomer, he stays far enough away so as not to be seen but close enough to be able to hear their conversation. He then dismisses the raven and calls out his three wolf spirits, because there is always strength in numbers.

@supertinyking@kishin asura@thewizardguy
Marcus stood off to the side, observing the events as they unfolded. The patterns on his feathers lit up slightly, confirming to him that this writhing feeling in his gut was indeed being caused passively by the creature before him, and somehow knowing that for sure helped him overcome it in his mind. Even still, he avoided drawing its attention. He didn't feel like being that thing's target just yet, but he held his bow tightly, a tail feather in hand, ready to shoot in a matter of moments if necessary. While he had agreed to help them for the sum of four hundred pounds of any metal he desired, he also had his own hide to worry about, and he felt this thing would be very bad for his health if he decided to play hero. He would wait, and attack only when he must.

@ADamnFiddle
"Hm?"

So, it seemed like this "Hyoudou Issei" was also from Japan. The idea that out of all possible worlds, she'd come across someone who was also from a world that had Japan, let alone Japan itself, was fairly unlikely. Maybe that had something to do with their concurrent arrival.

What made more sense in this light, though, was his subsequent mention of "Angels," "Devils", and "Heroes". The way he used those terms implied that they were some categorization of being in his world of origin. Well, it was easy enough to grasp what the first two meant; the idea of an angel and devil elicited fairly consistent images. As for being the descendant of a hero...maybe that referred to something along the likes of being descended from mythological beings? After all, plenty of magi's weapons were named after or had theoretical roots that were initially based on human mythology, even if the end result was completely different, so the idea that there was magic that drew its power from human history and legend didn't seem too far-fetched. Moreover, if this boy was one of those three classes of being, that would explain why, despite not feeling the presence of a magus from him, she could tell he possessed some power similar to magic.

"Yes, I'm from Japan. I'm not sure that my world's Japan and your world's are the same, but if they have the same name, they should at least be similar." Momiji replied simply, the crystals of her Grimoire glinting in the light as they hovered around her. "I wouldn't say I'm a student of magic, and in my world at least, Angels and Devils don't exist, as far as I know. I'm just a magus, in my world's terms; I don't know how magic works where you're from. The crystals are my magic weapon." She explained, not even bothering to address his compliment; even if she was the kind to respond to something like that, which was more than certainly not the case, she was decidedly "taken".

It was an odd feeling though, speaking about magic so casually like this. In her daily life, magic had been a secret. In Ragnarok, it had been a tool. In this, it was apparently a conversation piece.

@Dawn @Snarfulblast

"A different Japan, huh? This seems like the plot to some really bad light novel..."

It appeared that although the two could be considered "Japanese", they were of different worlds entirely. Issei remembered reading a manga somewhere explaining there infinite possibility of worlds connected, but he simply imagined that this was a concept beyond normality, rather than an actual fact. Though, he was not one to fret over such details. If anything, he wondered if there were variants of people he knew within the confines of an alternate reality. Though he understood he might not be able to connect himself to his own world, he did have remorse regarding the fact he was not able to see his "president", more accurately his "keeper" and the other members of his peerage.

A world without devils and angels though? Maybe only a year or so ago he would never have believed that magic, let alone the idea of mythological beings, were something that existed outside of story-telling and the like. However, as he had come to realize after he was reborn as a devil, magic was something that existed, and was hidden from the masses. Devils fighting Angels and Fallen Angels alike, a constant battle for supremacy that only recently had an adequate resolution in regards to sorting games.

"I also have something similar to a "Magical Weapon"," Issei said, a bright red light shinning from his hand, soon after replaced by a red gauntlet that seemed to resemble a dragon's claw, almost sentient in a way. If Momiji was able to detect magical power before, the presence of such an artifact might have exerted more "pressure" in regards to magical ability, assuming the former was keen in regards to these sorts of measurements. "In my world, there are those born with these sorts of weapons inside of them called "Sacred Gears [Artifacts of God]", though, I suppose mine is better than most others, one of the Longinus."

As the name implies, the Longinus are weapons said to be able to kill gods themselves, and are one of a kind compared to the multiple Sacred Gear duplicates one could obtain. The Red Dragon Emperor was one of the strongest of the possible Longinus.

"It appears we have found ourselves in a similar situation, you and I. I am not sure what sort of dangers might exist in this world, thus I would like to make a proposition of friendship for the time being. After all, there might be dangerous elements within the wind; figured it would be best to stick together. OF course, if you are not interested, I understand, but I do not like the thought of sitting idol while a cute girl such as yourself gets hurt."

Issei felt as though the two were being watched, though was unable to see any individuals around where he and Momiji were talking. The other might have been hidden, but it might have also been his imagination. Perhaps Momiji had also been privy to the presence in the area; maybe even working together in an ambush with the individual in question. Though, if this was the case, there would have been some sort of degree of malice from either of the parties, which he did not find currently. Thus, he felt it would be best to pronounce a friendship to dissuade any sort of engagement.

@Snarfulblast@tyki@thewizardguy@supertinyking

From his position, Eclipse tilted his head toward the several giant hydra heads that were popping out of the ocean in various locations. Being a demigod, he could tell that they were all part of one being, and that being was intent upon revenge. Fortunately, this meant they were not directly in danger. Indirectly, however, was another story.

Albert stated that he wished to remain in Tsubasa to harass the Dragon King.

Like Eclipse, Mithias also knew the Hydra wasn't after them, but he really had no attachment to this place. He looked at King. "I don't care where we go, as long as it's less dangerous than here."

Eclipse got out of the ropes and stood up. "He's right. This place is still dangerous, but that hydra isn't concerned with us. We only need to stay out of its way. Surely if we get onto shore we'll be safe."

@Wraithblade6@supertinyking@thewizardguy@Snarfulblast

markus watches the hydra with a bit of boredom, saying evenly "we should help the people here, the dragon emperor's lackies feel off. something's not right here" before stepping away from the railing and finding a nice spot for a nap.

"Your Japan has light novels too?" Momiji commented, noting it relatively odd that two strangers from different worlds would have said worlds bearing such similarities off the bat.

Even Issei's "Sacred Gear", as he called it, seemed to bear heavy similarities to the magical weapons of Momiji's world. Items that were the essence and manifestations of a user's magic, that emanated magical presence, that seemed to be named in part after human mythology and history, that even seemed to possess a "will" of some sort. The sheer amount of similarity was honestly mind-boggling.

Well, if nothing else, that could be useful. Momiji certainly acknowledged that she was out of her element, and considered herself clever enough to recognize that galavanting about on her own without knowledge of the world was practically a death wish; she wasn't at the level of a true Gaia:Uranus yet after all, even if she had been a de-facto winner of Ragnarok. As that was the case, a temporary ally could be useful. While he seemed to be intent on flirting with her, this Issei didn't seem like a nefarious person.

...then again, a certain string-user was one of Momiji's close friends, and she-

-Ah, that wasn't important. The presence of a bird circling her in the air mere moments ago was hardly important either, as it didn't seem to have any malice. It was probably someone trying to gather information on her or Issei, but nothing had been displayed regarding that; simply seeing Grimoire wasn't enough to know even a bit of how it operated, so she saw no need to shoot the bird down.

"For safety's sake, we can travel together." The magus replied calmly. With that said, she would need to set something straight, though. In a single blow, she would crush her new traveling companion.

"-Please stop trying to flirt, though. I'm in love with someone else."

@Tyki

Mithias rounded on Marcus. "Help them?" The vampire was having a very bad day. "What about helping us?!" He glared and bore his teeth at the man, venting like he just didn't care. "In fact, I don't even personally care for any of you all, seeing as I am still bloody certain that you are all figments of my imagination and none of this is real. I wish I had never heard the name Mortis! If I ever find him, I am going to tear his head off with my bare hands!" Exacerbated, he yelled at the sky, struggling for... fucking words. "Curse this meaningless... p-purposeless! ...world-jumping trap of irrelevance!!"

@CreedTheChimera@supertinyking@Kishin Asura
Mortis escapes the grasp of the nightmarish horde, fleeing from the impending danger. He escapes into the Multiverse, emerging on some far off world. However, he leaves behind him the very warriors whom he had gathered, stranded in the Chaos Realm. And with his departure his forming realm broke to pieces, the Chaos Realm once more descending into it's own chaotic nature.

Even as Rick struck out, the change was palpable. Gravity seemed to turn off, causing his attack to miss as he floated aimlessly up into the air. The creature's eyes glinted, as nightmares took complete control of the surroundings. The air seemed to be sucked out of the surroundings, as Rick and Marcus found themselves unexpectedly floating in space. The Nightmare held Rick by the neck, fingers digging deep into the fabric with inhuman strength. Rick might punch, and he might kick, but the creature would not give. He had no momentum, and yet the creature seemed to be standing on a solid plane all of it's own. The vacuum tore the air from their lungs, sniffing out any flame instantly, and they could feel themselves beginning to suffocate. Rick in particular would feel his blood instantly boiling in the low pressure, being pulled out of his wounded hand like a red mist.

If nothing was done in the next few minutes, both Marcus and Ricky would inevitably die, the Nightmare hordes rushing to their location as they struggled to fend off their current adversary.

@Tyki

A quick nap could never hurt a growing young lady, especially in the looks department. Not that she really needed any help there, but a lady should always look their best, especially if they're going to be hunting bandits. She had plenty of magical energy left, Raywing was a simple spell, but making sure her pool was full couldn't hurt. Just a quick nap was all she would need, then she could find a safer place to relocate to, and plan things out for the future.

Well, that was her plan, until someone interrupted her. People here were really rude. Who interrupts a young, sleeping beauty? Only a bandit would do such a terrible thing, but when Lina opened up her eyes, the boy she saw looked nothing like a bandit. Of course, appearances were deceiving. The Hellmaster was in the body of a child, he was even shorter than her.

Not that she was short, or anything. She was a perfect height. Who would want to be 5 foot? That is to tall for any guy to like.

The boy really was strange. The aura he gave off was terrible. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something about this boy told her to stay away.

" I'm fine, this place is relaxing enough. I've slept in far worse places, now if you don't mind, could you leave me in peace? "

Even if his smile looked genuine, walking off with strangers wasn't a good idea. Last time she did that the boy turned into Hellmaster, and she really didn't want a repeat of that.

@thewizardguy@CreedTheChimera@supertinyking@Kishin Asura Just as quickly as the void formed around them was it replaced but this time the air around them felt heavy and slowly from all around the sound of music can be heard, and not just any music, this was HEAVY METAL.(play any heavy metal song you can think of.) The sound grew louder, and louder until the sound was almost deafening, then the source of the sound was seen a man wearing the most intimidating armor wielding the most menacing of axes appears before them."HAIL YOU BUNCH OF FUCKING LOSERS,I'M HERE TO HELP YOU THREE BASTARDS BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT'D BE FUN!"

And just like that, the vampire flipped the bird and blinked out of existence, at least, out of existence in that world. The ship rocked gently on the water. Eclipse stood watching, withholding judgement.

Mithias appeared back on the balcony in Hawaii. It was very, very late at night. He put his middle fingers down and looked around, verifying that he knew where he was. It was just where he had been when he had left, in the Compact world, after his dream. He took a step, and then realized his boots were still wet.

Stopping, he looked down. He was wet and even still dripping. He asked himself what the living hell had happened and went to a mirror. He looked like himself, but the freaked out look in his own eyes surprised even himself. He calmed somewhat after that and resolved to change his clothes. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

Doing that, he put on his most protective wear, armor, for modern times. It was made mostly of kevlar, with some plates of puncture resistant carbon-fiber plating, black of course. It gave him security, but the honest truth was, he didn't know why he wanted it. After what had just happened, he expected a battle, either back in some foreign world, or in this one. He cleaned and prepped his weapons and the morning light began to break outside. The peaceful sounds of gently crashing waves were not enough to placate him.

Armed and seriously suspecting treachery, Mithias began his search of the castle. Who was here? What did they know? Was this world unaffected?

King seems to ponder. Think, and think, and think. It seems like days he stands there, thinking, when it was only a few moments.
"...Ya know what?.....Now that the moody vampire is gone..I say we go fuck up some samurai!" King shouts out, like a battle cry. Quickly spinning his boat around, King flies back towards the dragon Emperor's lands, grinning. "Now, any of you know how to drive a boat? If so, come over here, and take the wheel. I'll man the weapons, and we'll give this dragon bastard what for!" King yells out, now full of courage and vigor.

Mithias searched the castle. He found some humans who thought they were just starting their workday groundskeeping, etc. He ignored them, as they did him. His father was nowhere to be found, which was just as well, fairly typical even. The other vampires that had been present last night were also nowhere to be seen. Daylight had sent them away.

Mithias was a bit of a scientist and an investigator, and he simply could not rest until he had some answers. Of course his father's home was not the place for the kinds of experiments he was planning on. He marched himself down to the beach, in the brightening morning light. The talk of war, space lasers, zombies, and world domination all seemed so secondary now. Mithias had become detached from his own world.

Now much more prepared, armed, and mentally ready, he forgot the life behind him and focused on shifting realms again. If that was what it was, he he apparently had control over it. He should be able to do it again. He opened his eyes a few minutes later to see a warped image of his own world in front of him, then with a nudge, it spit open into a window.

Perhaps it was a window, perhaps it was a door. Mithias willed it to stay open then chucked a rock through it.

No splash was heard on the other side.

"Amazing." He uttered.

@Wraithblade6
And the pebble, is cast right back, striking Mithias in the face, doing nothing to the vampire, bouncing off in a comedic fashion. Poking their head out of the window Mithias had created, a metal masked face appears, a red hood over the fellows head. Lenses, rather than eyes stared at the vampire, but even without true eyes, there was a soul behind them
"...Mind not throwing rocks into portals you open willy-nilly, it's a good way to get yourself killed...." The robot speaks, as clear as a normal person. Then, seemingly leaping out of the portal above the robot, is what appears to be a woman with red skin, black hair, and purple eyes. She tackles Mithias, or, tries to, as her tackling him is like a normal person leaping up to tackle a brick wall, her not being heavy at all. "Damn it Gorda, I am not a pebble to be used as returning fire, you asshole!" The woman yells at the robot.
"You are the lightest, and you don't mind the pain of being thrown..you are the best canidate, and you know it..." The machine, apparently named Gorda, responds.