How.

The hell.

Did he end up here?

'Here', of course, being in the middle of a crater, covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust and god knew what else. One minute, he'd been practically soaring, carried away by some sort of-- thing. Some bright, cyan, really, really weird kinda thing. The next, well, he was face down in the dirt in some place that- he decided with one glance around- was definitely not Seattle. Delsin pushed himself up with a groan, patting himself down to survey the damage, feel around for any broken ribs or open gashes or what-have-you.
Which was, miraculously, minimal to none. "Thank you, radical powers," He mumbled to himself with a slight smile and a roll of his shoulders, surveying his surroundings with more than just a passing glance now that he was sure he wasn't, you know, dying or whatever.

A decent way away from him was a ragtag group of what he, currently, was assuming to be hallucinations; or some sort of circus, probably, judging from the amount of animals. From over here, he could spot at least two (with one of them apparently winged) along with a freakishly huge dude-- Alright, no, scratch that, one freakishly huge dude, and one moderately huge dude. The rest of whoever was in on it looked normal enough from where he was standing but, honestly? He'd prefer not to take any chances with the circle of 'Probably-a-result-of-a-concussion'. Especially when turning the other way and trying to find someone who looked like an actual existing person was just as easy-- if not easier! He could deal with the circus-folks some other time. Or. Just, you know.
Not ever deal with it. Ever. That worked, right? Right. Live and let live.

So, going with the time-tested method of backing away slowly from stuff that kinda freaked one out, Delsin distanced himself from the group step by step-
Before dematerializing into smoke to dash around the corner of the building, halfway through and straight into what he in a splitsecond evaluation could confidently conclude to be some guy; and part of the way through a not-quite-shouted "Whoa- Sorry!" could continue that conclusion with some guy with an SMG. This. This really wasn't his day, was it?

@Shoryu

Sky above Mahora

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While they had all technically "arrived" at the same time, some of the group were obviously quicker to react to others, and some even had abilities or attributes that allowed them to recover quicker. Among those select few, Reimu was likely the most capable, and so she had no issue stabilizing from her descent long before she actually hit the ground. Instead, she allowed her innate ability to take over, causing her to slow to a gradual halt and remain floating a kilometer or so above the ground.

The sight laid out before her was troublesome. "This... isn't Gensokyo," the Miko observes aloud, taking in the sights sprawling out in every direction. If it were just her sight that was confusing her, she might have thought she was trapped in some sort of dream or illusion, but she could feel right away that she was no longer in the Hakurei Shrine, or anywhere else in Gensokyo. The reason was that she couldn't feel the familiar presence of the Hakurei Border, or any of the other qualities that defined the composition of the land she was familiar with.

"Being transported to some strange place on a whim... why do I get the feeling that I know who is behind this?" Reimu lets out a slight, exasperated sigh, and directs her gaze to the sky above. She could feel something, a faint presence of whatever force brought her here, but she lacked the means to trace her route back. She surveys the land below, and the horizons on either side, searching for any landmarks of note while she mulls over the situation in her head.

Today is shrine cleaning day, and if I'm gone for so much as a day, I come back to find all sorts of freeloaders. I have to find my way back to Gensokyo, but it doesn't seem like that'll be too easy... unless I can find the border of this place, or defeat its master. She considers the make of this strange, misshapen realm, observing the unfamiliar architecture and similar features of the city below. At the very least, it didn't seem like she was in the human world. She must have been spirited away from Gensokyo, possibly in a similar fashion to the interaction between the borders of Gensokyo and the Capital of the Moon.

"Well, there's no use in sitting around here. I suppose I'll just go and find whoever's behind this incident!"

Yes, thinking of it that way was good. If she treated this like any other incident that she was forced to deal with on a weekly basis, it would help her focus on the problem at hand. Ignore the unnecessary thoughts, all she has to do is go defeat whoever brought her here, and force them to send her back.

With this in mind, she descends towards the location she was headed during her arrival, coming to a stop above a small group of other living people. The first thing she does upon seeing them was reach for a few of her amulets, but she quickly realized even from this height that they were just as confused as she was. There seem to be a few explosions going on down there... well, it was none of her business.

...

Still, they might have some useful information. So, deciding against her better judgement to go ahead and speak to them, she lowers herself to shouting distance.

"Hey, you people down there. Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Hopefully, she could at least gather some relevant details, before heading on her way. And, if any of them wanted to tag along... well, she wouldn't stop them.

Mahora

Ranma found himself in the midst of several eccentric beings, some of them not even people like the purple pastel pony or the great ape with a red tie. And even the humans were pretty weirdly dressed. Really, the martial artist wasn't the least bit surprised considering some of the things encountered in his life. In fact, he was pretty darn used to such events happening. And at the very least, everybody here seemed to be much easier to handle than whatever he usually encountered. Made for a nice change of pace actually, being in a weird situation and not having to beat the sense into people.

Which was when the pigtailed teen realized he spoke too soon, considering some crazy hooligan were firing tiny rockets about at random. Frowning greatly and reacting instantly, the young man in question ghosted towards the guy that shot it as though he was a phantom. Only the slightest noises could be heard from his swift passing and in the span of a few second, Krieg would have found his legs swept and frame bodily flipped so that he was kissing pavement after a brief bout of vertigo and handily disarmed. All this took time to describe and yet less than the blink of an eye to happen. "Alright, big guy. Calm down before you hurt everyone else. I ain't getting off ya until you behave." And then the Borderlander would find himself in a painful arm lock with Saotome's steel hard limbs, unable to exert the necessary leverage to get up. "Hello, my name's Ranma Saotome. How are you doing today?" Drawling this out in his regular smartarse ways, Ranma settled down atop the guy.

Hefting a huge sigh out of his mouth now that the threat was dealt with for the moment, the martial artist glanced up at everyone else before locking eyes with a spiky haired kid in black and white who asked him a question. "I dunno. Ain't ever been here myself." Ranma grunted, looking like he was taking out the laundry even as he continued his suppression of the insane man. "Do know that if we're all here and no one knows what the heck's going on, we've been kidnapped by some sorta smug big shot for something. Anyone got some rope? I wanna explore the place, since I can smell something cooking and Lug right here is already pretty wild. Chinese. Food... and the place doesn't seem to be as empty as it looks." Indeed, the boy was right considering there was the unmistakable scent of of Chinese cuisine drifting in the air after a breeze shifted enough to bring the smell to his attention. "Also we can ask whoever's cooking what the heck's going on." Jerking his head to the right, Ranma pointed with his chin towards a distant structure that looked like a pair of parked electric train cars.

---

The Yellow Flag, Roanapur

Quite understandably, the patrons of the bar weren't exactly happy with the random people popping up and well... doing stuff. Especially the armored guy that seemed to be tasering everyone. Guns were pulled out after the shock wore off, ranging anywhere from the inferior stuff from China to armaments so heavily modified its very existence was illegal even in places like the state of Texas Really, the only reasons why bullets weren't about to fly everywhere was due to the fact that there was a particularly scarred woman of higher than average height in the bar who was calmly puffing a fine cigarillo dressed up in a military coat.

Looking between amused and bemused, the stern Russian held up her hand calmly and everyone besides the new arrivals froze. They knew better than to disobey. Especially when there were various ex-soldiers around the building, both in plain sight with their large calibur weapons and those hidden away like the myriad snipers situated outside. "Hoh? Feel a need to make a dynamic entrance?" A bored and apathetic look was on her face even as the woman breathed out a long puff of nicotine laced smoke. "In any case... welcome to Hell, strangers. Anything I can do for you all?" The tone was still lazy, and yet her eyes were cold and lifeless as an abyss. Clearly, she wanted answers judging by the way guns were being cocked and aimed...

The Overlord's squinted eyes soon turned into a menacing glare, this Fawful had dug his own grave referencing that he was the ruler of another land that he knew nothing about. Although, the Land of Mushrooms and Koopa sounded like some kind of gnome homeland... He thought he exterminated the pitiful race after killing over one-thousand of them, seemed like he missed their homeland. The Overlord's hand started to spark once again, it was the signal that he was about to fire his spells, they all had a delay within them. As the lightning grew into a glowing ball, it was just about to be discharged at the Lord Fawful to be exterminated, though the patrons of the bar seemed to finally try to be the hero.

Strange contraptions were raised against the metal man, yet another object that the Overlord knew nothing about... This was getting annoying. His golden eyes scanned the entire room, most had the set to kill him, and one hand started to burn in a magnificent fire, it would merely take seconds to engulf the tavern in fiery pillars of death. However, everyone seemed to stiffen up, did they recognize his ultimate power? No, this fear was different. The Overlord followed the gazes of the frozen men, and it all lead to one person standing confidently in the middle of the room. He glared at the strange woman, he was the only person to control the weak-minded, and it seemed by the attitude of the entire room, she had their balls in her hand, ready to be crushed if they disobeyed. The Overlord knew the feeling of dominance over the weak, it feels good, doesn't it?

The stranger seemed to speak, her ignorance that she seemed to exude strengthened as she questioned his presence, the Overlord does as he pleases with nothing standing in his way. He almost made some sort of sound as she referenced this place as hell, Gnarl had told him about the stories of hell, the stories that his father had conquered the entire land after killing the god that resided in the bowls of the earth. This place, obviously wasn't hell, but he would make it so by the end of this expedition. The Overlord soon extended his arm in the smoker's direction, his palm facing towards the sky. A small ball of flame soon appeared at the center of his palm, and he crushed his construct allowing smoke to escape through the small slits of his armoured fingers. Just in case, his other hand was preparing one of his shield spells, using this much magic was a bad idea, but the Overlord had a image to uphold.



"That was too close, even by your standards, I hope you realize that the others may retaliate against your rash shots and I will allow them to beat us up."

"No pain, no gain!"

"Of course, hope you like getting punched in the face," Just as the voice ended his sentence, Krieg found himself falling to the ground with his mask slamming into the pavement, "Told you."

Krieg's eyes looked up, he tried to find the person holding him down and causing his pain muscles to be acting up once again. He could only see the face of the assailant, but the Psycho smiled crazily at the person under his mask. "Pitiful people prepare, plead plentifully plentiful platitude phenomenal patriot pounds, poundingly perverse puppets pulping, pleasantly, putrid pasties." It was evident that Krieg would never calm down, calming down was against his very being. The Pandorian continued to try to get out of the lock, it was just causing him more pain, but his nerves have learned to understand their master.

"Wish someone could hear me, that would be great," The voice continued to express his feelings living inside of this horrible body, "If you calm down, we can get out of this. Now, all you need to say, is like sorry or something, can you do that?"

"STOP JUDGING ME!!"

"Ugh, I deserve this." Krieg continued to struggle against the grasp of this stranger. It didn't seem like this would ever budge, but he heard them say something about food, and his head looked over to the sissy looking box things. The Psycho turned his head over to Ranma, and he happily said to his assailant.

"I LOVE to wait for my meals!"

Garie - Yellow Flag

The Autoscorer had wandered a bit around after her first encounter, confirming that the memories she had gotten weren't faulty or anything like that. With the situation she was in, she could take no chances. And as well, she wanted to confirm that all the damage from the fight she had been in was repaired, which it seemed to be. That would certainly make things easier for her, and with it confirmed she moved on.

But at the same time, she was taking what she could from those memories. Important people, places, things like that. And she found one, ironically near where she was at the moment. A woman, scarred, with a military coat, who seemed to be important in some regard. Well, it couldn't hurt to meet the powerful people, see if any could promise as good a time as SONG did.

So she walked on, moving down the street at a good clip as she headed towards her destination. She knew it like the back of her hand, though it was still obvious that she was not a native, but that wouldn't be a problem as she at last arrived at where she had been aiming for. Time to meet this person.

Stepping inside, she found some sort of armed conflict going on already, involving the person she had come to see. "Well now, isn't this interesting," she noted to herself as she took up a position against the wall,suitably posed, to watch. It promised to be more than a bit amusing.

Still upbeat, Filia accepted Donkey Kong's banana and began to peel it. Almost without thinking she took a big bite, then broke off a piece and inexplicably pushed it beneath her hat. After the ape's introduction the focus passed to the enormous man, whose uncanny stature combined with a spotless and official yet distinctly unnerving appearance filled Filia with an acute sense of dread. This only heightened when he began to talk, speaking in a downright goofy voice and some how stretching his head while he was at it. The only possible explanation in her mind was that this Faust, too, hosted a grotesque and powerful parasite. If so, he didn't deserve her fear, but her sympathy. To her knowledge, Filia was one of the luckier ones. While she didn't trust Faust at all, as was prudent with any parasite-host duo, she did acknowledge his attempt to be cordial, and offered in return her hospitality. “Well, that's okay. It's only a matter of time. Nice to meet you too!” She took Faust's hand.

Meanwhile, more people were arriving. Filia was so preoccupied with sizing them up that she didn't notice Krieg's meltdown until he'd already pulled the trigger, and the ensuing clamor scared Filia badly. She leaped backward, yelping, and her hat ejected from her head. With all eyes on Krieg, though, Samson almost certainly escaped anyone's notice as he grabbed the flying hat with tendrils of hair and pulled it back on. Though the chaos, Filia managed to take note of Reimu, but the middle of a potential problem wasn't the right time to say hi and answer her question.

A moment later, another new arrival to the scene straight-up attacked Krieg to subdue the perceived threat. While nearly anyone was preferably to a masked psycho with a slew of weapons at his zany fingertips, the merciless and obviously supernatural precision and brutality with which Ranma dealt with Krieg made her think twice about immediately thinking of him as an ally. Though she winced, Filia failed to flinch or otherwise recoil, hinting that while she appeared to be one of the most mundane ones here, she in fact had experience with the strange and dangerous. Over the last few weeks, Filia had repeatedly found out the truth behind Samson's words: Trust nobody, 'specially not the ones that look trustworthy. And yet, it was this warlike peacekeeper that suggested moving elsewhere to find answers. Though Filia had been thinking about mentioning the possibility of asking the locals, she hadn't found the right moment to slip her suggestion into the general tumult of questions and introductions.

Therefore, despite her misgivings, Filia found herself agreeing with Ranma. “Food sounds good. Some kind of clue would be even better. It looks like none of us really know what's going on, so asking the city folk might be a good way to start.” Confidently, she began to walk in the direction of the cable cars.

”Careful, kid. These people are way dangerous. I can smell 'em. You feel threatened at all, I'll come out swingin'.” A gruff whisper came from beneath her cap. Filia could tell, however, that he'd liked the banana, and only now realized that she might have given him away. “Alright, I will.”



”Absolutely...adequate.”

In a short span of time, every window of the penthouse suite had been boarded up, shuttered, draped, or otherwise sealed against the eventual glowering sun. This had been performed by a miniature legion of followers eager to gain their master's favor. A lair not impervious to those beauteous but searing rays did not meet the standards of a vampire, particularly one whose only unconditional weakness was ultraviolet radiation. The status of the windows, however good, was not what DIO now referred to.

Giggling faintly, as if breathing her last, the drained body of the hotel's secretary fell to the plush carpet. No matter how hard one searched, they would not find a mark upon her, but all the same her blood and her body were now separated. DIO ran a finger gently across the scar that marked the point where his head met the body of Jonathan Joestar. Once DIO's greatest foe, Jonathan had seemingly beaten DIO all those years ago, only to be killed and his body stolen by the vampire he'd sworn to destroy. Much blood was needed to make the body totally DIO's, but the essence of everyday humans proved so dull and tasteless. It would help, but it would not satisfy.

Sighing, DIO watched as the body of the secretary began to fill back up. In no time at all, she'd returned to normal, with only a few minor exceptions. Her skin was pale, her irises red, her canines lengthened, and her mind DIO's, now and forever. What before was an ordinary human, having willingly given herself to the vampire, was now his spawn. Of course, vampire spawn lacked the power of real vampires, having been born of vampiric essence rather than the sting of a Stone Mask, but otherwise they were similar. And now, DIO had twenty-nine of them. ”There we go. My gifts have been given. Power, life, security...peace of mind. Humans desire nothing more. It is time for you, ladies and gentlemen, to return the favor. Tell me about this place.” He reclined leisurely upon a sublime sofa and listened.

A short time later, thanks to the combined efforts of all the spawn, DIO had a fairly accurate picture of the City, if not the reasons why he'd been brought here in the first place. ”I see. Miss, might I ask another favor of you? Please gather the staff of this place and bring them to me, then close the hotel. As of today, this lovely establishment is under new management. There's going to be some remodeling, reorganization, and so forth. I know I can count on you.”

Kino was perplexed for a few moments when she was given the banana. Not that she would complain about being given food for free, but it was still rather surprising, especially after she had been patted on the head like that. It wasn't something she was used to. She quickly slipped the banana into one of the packs on Hermes, who was currently rather perplexed about being granted his own banana, as well as the one that had been set on his seat. It was about then that she heard the explosives woosh overhead, and detonate far too close. The motion that followed was smooth, flowing almost elegantly. In a flash the small girl's hand had found her hip, wrapped its fingers around the Cannon, and drew it in an instant. All of this happened in an instant, and the revolver was drawn equally as quickly and immediately trained on their origin, the mad masked man.

Just as he was tackled to the ground by a boy in red. For a few moments Kino was silent, but as it seemed to have worked quite well in subduing the man she lowered her weapon and holstered it.

"Would you have shot him even though he missed, if that guy didn't tackle him, Kino?" Hermes asked.

When Kino replied, her voice was calm and collected. It was not a sarcastic comment, simply an honest one.

"What do you think, Hermes?"

After a moment's pause, the motorrad made his own response.

"Oh, I see."

Kino turned towards the directly the smell came from. It... did smell like food, certainly, and there appeared to be some kind of train cars there... That seemed to be the best option, for now, that's all she could say for sure.

Taking both of Hermes' handlebars in her hands, she turned the motorrad to face the cars, and quietly began to head towards them.

---

Donkey Kong, upon hearing the shots, ducked and quickly threw his palms over his head. THIS DOES NOT EXPAND DONG.

He stared up at Krieg, with a look that seemed to say, "Why would you do that?"

At once, Krieg was assaulted by Ranma and Kino, leaving Donkey Kong confused, and sniffing the air. He smelled spices, salt, and cooking oil, but he didn't smell bananas. Nonetheless, he was curious, and therefore, as Ranma subdued Krieg, Donkey Kong turned his head towards the train cars. Just in time, too, for Ranma to point them out.

In turning his head, however, he noted that Filia had broken off a chunk of the banana and put it under her hat. Eh? This wasn't a common practice for Kongs; perhaps it was some ritual of man, or some cosmetic application that would leave their hair shiny and lustrous. Donkey Kong resolved to try it himself when he got the chance.

Donkey Kong liked that prospect; he was, indeed, quite befuddled with the prospect of being pulled from his home on Donkey Kong Island. And so he plodded towards the train cars, unconsciously licking his chops and wondering how those scents would mingle with the taste of banana.

Twilight instinctively lurched back when the strange creature began shouting and growling 'at' her, she'd considered that his gibberish shouting meant he might be abit unstable, but she'd hope it didn't mean 'violently' unstable. She was also unfamiliar with human 'aggression signs' and didn't really know what he intended to do with the thing he was reaching for, but that arguably made the situation even scarier, and she didn't want anything to do with his 'goo touch' or 'cockatiel slaughter' and she was already angling her wings to slowly give herself more distance from him... She liked helping people, but this was ridiculous, the last thing to really shout aggressively at her was Tirek and she'd actually been royally pissed then, he blew up her home afterall, too angry to worry about fear, but here it had her already tearing up a bit.

She registered somewhere that the others were introducing themselves, but her focus ineffably locked on the screaming angry man... who had just been slapped by a monkey?... like some of the others her mental question was 'what in tartarus is going on here?... oh no, what if I'm 'in' tartarus?! are these creatures all evil and just acting nice? or demons in disguise? wait, no, only one of them is even acting mean, though that really big one walked right out of a door that appeared in thin air... He reminds me of discord.' Ahhh, thinking, ever a good way to calm oneself down... well, usually it is, in her case it distracted her from noticing the strange masked man readying a weapon, not that she would have recognized it anyway, but she'd surely never forget it.

The instant her ears caught the explosive noise of hearing her first 'gunshot' her head snapped back around just in-time to catch the muzzle-flash with comically wide eyes 'explosion?weapon!what?cannon?toosmall.Loud!projectiles.weaponathighangle.me?!SHIE.. me?where?' Some might have consiere that much though happening in a split second an impossible feat in itself, an some might take to mean more than it really did. She barely glimpsed the projectiles flying into the air, and then only because they were large enough to catch the eye even though she'd technically be late noticing. However, when she'd noted the high angle of the source weapon, she instantly curle up an her horn lit up brightly, encasing herself in a bright purple bubble as if expecting the crazy man to have been aiming for her... She curiously uncurled to peek when nothing happened, only to hear louder explosions an whirl aroun to see some fire and smoke in mid-air. 'explosive projectiles that explode in mid-air?! howhigh?range...gotit.I need to get higher.!'

To say she' ha enough of the strange excessively violent man with the little cannons that apparently explode a lot, would be beyon an unertsatement... Poor Twilight Noppe out of there so hard she left a freaking after-image!... well, maybe she only imagined she woul have ue to how har she wante to be nowhere near this angerous creature.

Either way it quickly le to her being high enough up in the air to 'hopefully' be out of range of whatever might threaten her. This coul be worse though, as now she ha a chance to let her min waner to her current situation, being alone in a strange place with noboy she knew in any position to len her ai, even her reality warping... er, 'frien' couln't so much as talk to her it seeme.

'NO!nonono. Twilight, focus on something else, think about other things, crisis thinking later, important thinking now! oh look! another flying person, looks like a she, pretty ress, think about 'that', not crisis, say hello or something! she might be angerous too! better than having an 'episode' aroun other people... right, much better. yes, better.'

She really was feeling terribly wary about strange creatures now, and kind of wishing she han't trie to offer help to the crazy thing. 'No! Ba twilight, that's mean, even he's really angerous, he might really 'nee' help. flying one first though, less angerous?'

She had actually bolted off higher than her target, and soon fluttered her way back own to the floating girl [Reimu] an spoke quite suenly "'Please' tell me you're not another ball of psychotic rage hiding behin pretty cloths? I don't know what going on an I coul 'really' use someone who's not going to suenly start screaming an attacking things." She was a mess honestly, frazzle hair, uncertain expression, not even noticing her eyes ha grown wet now.







Having little else to do while peeking aroun the wall Boss starte going over what he was in his head...

'So... Talking motor cycle. girl with canon. Talking monkey. Screaming psychopath in a mask. Giant man walking through warps in reality. Flying purple horse with a shield an uses power through it's horn. Flying girl. Headshape robot... Hmmmm... Is it the thirteenth tuesday again?' He paused to check his Idroid 'no... Still not the weirdest thing I've run into...... At least there's no flaming whales or teleporting zombies this time.'

He glanced up from the device just in-time to spy a cloud of smoke materializing into a threat... He flashed back suddenly to a memory of disturbing pale thing in black suits 'smoking' from place to place and ignoring the laws of physics while trying to brutally murder him and anything associated with him...

In an instant he lurched back from the impact, with a motion he'd practiced to simplistic perfection an taught to thousands of other soldiers over the years, honed from months of experience with telporting assholes getting the drop on him, he gave his 'assailant' a firm jab to the gut with his mechanical fist while the other grabbed onto the collar of his armor and with a great twist of his body slammed him into the dirt before retreating several sudden steps and in another fluid motion slipped the SMG back into it's spot on his left hip with one hand while the other pulled the assault rifle from his right and both brought it to bear as he circled his target in a stance all too familiar of military experts...

In the very next instance he registered that his 'assailant' had in-fact 'not' been a skull in body armor about to try and rend him limb from limb, but appeared to be some kid in street cloths who had inexplicably 'smoked' the way they seemed to... Still, he didn't let his guard down, but he did extend an olive branch "Sorry kid. You've got to be careful startling people, they might be an abused veteran who's used to having to body slam an execute 'smokey things' that appear in their face." After a moment he relaxed his flesh and blood hand holding the gun and reached out with the other to offer a hand in picking the kid back up on his feet.

Mahora

Another of the shooting stars grumbled and got up from her spot. Chun-Li wonder what would have happened to have sent her into a crater, but got up to examine the area. It seemed to be that of a school campus... one of great wealth, apparently.

However, there seemed to be a ruckus happening, so she quickly ran to interfere in the situation. When Chun-Li got there, she found the ruckus that an armed man was causing had already been settled by a Japanese teenage boy in recognizably Chinese clothing. She then noticed the various odd beings around them, including a purple pony and an ape with a red tie. Obviously not a normal situation. The armed man being held down appeared to be protesting still though both he and the Japanese teenager holding him down noticed the smell of Chinese food, so Chun-Li sniffed the air... and the teenager was right.

"You will get your food when you calm yourself down," Chun-Li said to the armed man, ready to help the teenager deal with this criminal by approaching the criminal's head.

---

Yellow Flag

Another shooting star had gotten up from her spot. She knew something was wrong since her memory was hazy about how she had gotten thrown into a crater. She had a photographic memory, so she shouldn't have fuzzy memories and didn't when concerning events before and after being brought here. She did see a nearby bar that was open, which meant people to beat answers out of.

Juri Han soon slunk into the Yellow Flag with a sensual smirk and a death glare on her face, moving as a spider would towards her prey. She had noticed a few oddities in the room like the green skinned weakling with thick glasses and the heavily armored spikey knight kowtowing one of the locals, but she ignored them and instead looked at the Russian woman. All she cared about what knowing where she was and then killing whoever brought her here.

"Funny, I'd expected hell to be much warmer," Juri sarcastically responded to the woman, stretching her body as if she was ready for a fight. "Tell me where I really am and I might be merciful."

Fawful - Yellow Flag

One of the advantages of Fawful's cape was that nobody could tell what your hands were doing. Fawful had drawn his blaster, preparing to blow the Overlord's head off if he tried anything. And then suddenly, everybody else seemed to have the same idea. he didn't recognize exactly what they were holding, but they were clearly weapons, weapons that he'd like to get a good look at at some point. Silently holstering his blaster and adding Overlord to his List of People to Humiliate and Destroy When I Have Power (it was a very long list), Fawful sidled away from the Overlord, muttering, "For a clarity, I am not with this guy," to the woman in the coat.

Fawful hadn't heard of "hell," but the human with the oddly familiar hairstyle apparantly had, and this wasn't it. Now, how to get actual information out of her... It would be better if he'd had more of an idea of who she was; he'd just have to go on what could be assumed from the situation.

He stepped forward and spoke.

"I am thinking yes, there is, but also perhaps verse vice-a? I am wishing to know where I am, and how to be getting back. But you are not looking like a kind of lady who is giving something for nothing, like the foolish salesman who is soon using a house of cardboard and sadness. No, you are looking like a kind of lady who holds the chains to many chomps, yes? One who is weilding authority in a chaos, with a muchness of minions, and weapons - always in need of a repairing, so fragile! Perhaps even vehicles? So much money and time for maintenence! Such hassling!"

He sighed and shrugged in a "what can you do?" kind of way, then snapped his fingers and grinned even wider, if such a thing were possible

"But! You are having luck on this day! For you have encountered the great Fawful, top genius of mechanicals! I have chortles, and also should you, for both problems have solution now. I am here, offering to you my services for engineering, in exchange for the tasty morsels of information I am seeking for," he concluded, giving a small bow.

---

Mahora

"Hmmm..."

The bigger you are, the harder you fall. If you're big enough, you can fall hard enough to actually lodge yourself pretty far into the ground. If you're the size of, say.... a garbage truck, to pull an example completely at random, you could even end up completely buried with nothing but a large mound of disturbed earth showing up above ground.

It might even look like that mound that was directly next to the group heading for the train cars. And was now rumbling.

With an unusual mechanical sound, the mound erupted, revealing a tall, orange, confused-looking robot. He climbed out of the ditch he'd been buried in and looked around, brushing himself off.

"Hmmmm...."

He reached into the large metallic container attached to his back and pulled out a filthy old mop, a ratty looking baseball cap, and a wad of paper which he unfolded into an road map of Ohio from 1967. Holding it upside down, he glanced between it and the surrounding landscape, tryign to find the "you are here" mark.

"Hmmmmm..... Aha!" he shouted in triumph. "I'm completely lost!"

Seemingly satisfied with this result, he shoved the map back where it came from and looked down, noticing the others for the first time.

"Hello, I am Wreck-Gar!"

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Donkey Kong turned around, momentarily distracted by the scent of banana peels and other refuse. He turned around, then realized he was looking at the kneecaps of a rather large, rather orange mechanical entity. His eyes traveled up and met Wreck-Gar's smiling metal face. Donkey Kong, more surprised than afraid, staggered back and fell on his rump, before ducking to dodge a mop headed his way. It seemed more like the massive machine was carelessly rummaging for an item and less like an actual act of hostility. Donkey Kong got whapped in the face by the stinking baseball cap; he unfolded it and adjusted the size before putting it comically on the tuft of hair upon his head. He grinned at himself, looking up at the lopsided cap.

DK then took the cap off and tossed it over his shoulder, before grunting up at the robot, who introduced itself as Wreck-Gar. Donkey Kong stood upright and thumped his own chest, grunting "Donkey Kong," and slamming down to the ground. He was very proud that he could grunt his name in the first place.

The curious gorilla then jumped onto Wreck-Gar's left leg and ascended up the robot's frame, before resting on his shoulder. Donkey Kong nudged Wreck-Gar's cheek and fingered the top left side of Wreck-Gar's head.

Silently observing from the structure's roof, Kuai, in his masked form, watched as a group of differing races interacted with one another. He saw a quite cartoonish gorilla, a purple horse, two gigantic robots and a group of maybe humans with differing clothing. No different than if all the defenders of Earthrealm had come together to chat and mingle. The cryomancer figured he would get some form of answer if he approached this group but at the same time, they looked unbelievably unpredictable and he might be better off to go investigate the matter by himself.

Overhead, he saw a girl with the clothes of a Japanese shrine maiden floating in the air and after a few moments, she was approached by the purple horse who apparently has the ability to fly and speak the human language. Sub-Zero continued to watch and soon some of those in the ground had left to go somewhere. Another mystery to add along with where he was, how to get back to Earthrealm and how to make sure this incident never repeats again.

Letting out a sigh, Kuai figured it would be better to go solo but then again, these people could be his first leads to solving the problem. However, they looked as lost as he was and their appearances suggest that they did not come from the same place. If so, then they might not lead him anywhere but they could be potential allies in the endeavor.

Looking up the sky again, he saw the aforementioned shrine maiden and purple horse still talking to each other. He had heard the girl ask what was going on and decided to entertain the question. "You two there! In the sky!" Sub-Zero called out to them. "I may have insight as to what is happening here."

@Shoryu@Black Alice

Nobuo looked around to see just what he'd be dealing with. The first thing he saw was-

Oh Crap. He's only seen this thing on the image boards. He didn't realize that they were a real thing. Anime Horses. That's when he heard explosions and gunfire. Wait, they're fighting already? Nobuo ran to hide. He checked himself out. If he was recruited back for... whatever this is, would he have that on him? He smiled in relief followed closely by a squee as he pulled out a figurine of an anime girl from his world: Aoi-chan. He held it close to him, followed by a short peck on the sculpted hair.

"I won't leave you ever again, Aoi-chan!" He said. Then a giant garbage truck robot came. And this elated Nobuo. He went up to it and marveled at it. "OOOOH!" Nobuo began to think of what exactly Wreck-Gar is, especially with him talking. "Are you a mecha from some Sentai team I haven't heard about?" Nobuo was prepared to eat his scarf if he said yes. If only to muffle the screams of excitement.

Trying to begin a movement toward the Chinese food place hadn't worked quite as well as Filia hoped. Not only were there a couple of new people on the scene, including a tall and muscular lady in blue who carried herself with confidence, but also the ones here already almost entirely failed to get moving. Only Kino, the motorcycle girl (or boy? Filia was judging by voice, here) had gotten moving.

Even Filia felt it necessary to pause, however, when a huge, wacky, and possibly insane behemoth of a robot rose from the very earth to declare itself both lost and 'Wreck-gar'. Though she stood with mouth agape, Filia could tell she wasn't the only one struck dumb by the Transformer's arrival. She watched Donkey Kong clamber over him, closing her mouth and swallowing nervously when she realized that she'd had it open, before raising a raven-hued eyebrow at Nobuo and his doll. Everything...baffled her. Only one thing was for certain: she needed to get away from this crowd of strangeness and get some air.

To that end, she took off at a brisk pace, tracing the trail that Kino had taken. After following her toward the tram cars, Filia joined the traveler at her picnic table. A moment passed before the amnesiac could discharge a deep breath. “Wow,” she intoned slowly. “So many strange people and personalities and...it's just kinda nuts. I'm a little used to weird things happening, but this tops it all. I'm just glad nobody's trying to kill me this time. Poor Carol...” Her red eyes looked out into the distance past the tram cars as if searching for answers, then alighted on Kino's face. “Sorry if you wanted to be alone, and I'm, uh, intruding. I...you just seem the most, y'know, normal. And you haven't even broken a sweat! How are you dealing with all this?” Filia laid her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. Barely noticeable, her hat moved slightly.



Thirty minutes passed before the ding of the elevator announced DIO's return to the lobby. At a very leisurely pace he sauntered forth to behold a scene quite satisfactory. His vampire spawn had made quick work of the hotel. With great haste they'd blocked the front door, pinned down any resistance, and begun closing off all windows. Now, the great foyer loomed eerily in flickering candlelight, and in it the terrified faces of the captured humans, who'd all been assembled in the main lobby area to await DIO's judgment. With his hand loosely at his sides, he paced before them, letting his presence flow over them like the rising tide. ”Good evening. I wish to offer each of you the chance to serve me. You did not jump at the chance as the first bunch did, so the benefits might not be as plentiful, but I'm sure arrangements can be made. Please do consider it while I'm out on my stroll around town. If not, don't worry. Simply tell my underlings that you want out, and they'll...take care of you. Oh, and you're welcome to call the local constabulary, though I daresay it won't do you much good. So long!”

With that, DIO pushed open the newly-reinforced front doors with ease, despite them being made many times heavier by his minions' work. Outside Hotel California, the world seemed so...mundane. Ordinary didn't quite fit given the odd scenery off in the distance, but these streets couldn't have seemed more usual. He paused for a moment on the corner, arms crossed, surveying the local people. Now that he wasn't really trying, his mere aura did not intoxicate the weak-minded as much as it once did. After a couple of seconds, he began a steady walk down the street, back the way he came. Perhaps it was time to take a second look at some of the crater-inhabitants he'd glimpsed before making his own way.

On the way, he found his path blocked by an individual whose attire, though scanty, marked her as a woman, though admittedly it was difficult to tell beneath the excessive makeup. This woman took one look at DIO and strutted his way, attempting to walk alluringly despite the offending musk of smoke and booze milling about her. “Hey there, hunkie. Gimme a ride home? Jusch got outta this wild party, don't know up from down...” She reached up to put a hand on his face.

The next instant, she tripped and fell hard, banging her head on the sidewalk. One of her knees had given way beneath her, and like a sack of bricks she had collapsed. Without a word, DIO stepped over her and continued walking. Though he hadn't seemingly moved a muscle, one of his fingertips was drenched in blood, and after a couple of moments he raised it to his face and took in a deep breath. ”Only a worm,” he whispered, ”Could have such...filthy blood. No worm may lay its hand on me, DIO.” Anyone nearby could only see that the drunken woman had tumbled over and knocked herself out—after all, DIO hadn't moved an inch.

Leaving that street behind, he gradually grew closer to the impact site.

"WOAAAA-HOHOHO!"

A yellow streak cut through the sky as the pudgy plunderer, Wario, rocketed towards the earth. He'd been enjoying a light snack of fancy cheese wedges and tomato juice on his hoard-watching couch. And then he was up in the sky, falling. Landing was going to be unpleasant, but he had at least one way to make it less so. Raising up his legs, he crashed into the ground, leaving a crater and a dented sewer pipe. He looked around to try and get his bearings. This certainly wasn't the Mushroom Kingdom, given the weirdos surrounding him. But as a smell wafted towards him from the Chinese food stall, he jumped out of the crater with surprising agility and ran toward the counter.

"I smell garlic! Delicious, malodorous garlic! Outta the way, losers! This one's mine!"

Not even ten minutes ago Jax had been in the Ionian badlands talking with the Daimyo if Ionia about a potential job. As he was talking in the language he knew for so long he saw something above him, it at first looked like a star but then it got closer. Jax immediately knew what it was and pushed the Daimyo out of the way. It was a red light, and an eerily familiar one to the hardened mercenary- It was a Zaunian. At a closer glance there wasn't just one light- there were at least thirty of them. He knew that it was the work of the Machine Herald, he obviously knew where the Daimyo and Jax were meeting. As to what Viktor wanted Jax didn't know but assumed a battle stance, the Ionian Daimyo began hysterically yelling at Jax to do something but Jax merely stood up at the sky with Lamppost in hand.

"Goddamnit. Can't I at least have one contract NOT go awry? I swear this is like the third time and what's even makin' me even more pissed is that it's Viktor. AGAIN."

The Lights descended further downward and now Jax could see what looked like mechanical people, they were armed to the teeth and looked about a menacing as Baron Nashor himself. Just as he was about to jump up and strike the first one he saw in the face- he saw it. He saw another light, this one not red- but gold. Jax pondered for a moment and then said to the Daimyo:

"Koko kara deteike! Kore ni tsuite to to shite watashi no tame ni shō o shirasemasu..." - "Get out of here! Tell the Ministry about this and as for me..."

Jax looked back to the golden light, without hesitation he ran toward it all while jumping up and swinging his lamppost around. After about 60 seconds, all the machines fell the ground with various parts missing from him. He called back as he jumped towards the light:

"Watashi wa ue ni iku tame no aratana bōken o motte imasu!" - I've got a new adventure to go on!

After a bright flash, he was suddenly in the sky. If he were in an actual match of League, a summoner would have probably would've used the, "Enemy Missing" ping. Confused and now plummeting towards the ground Jax did what only the "Artisan of War" would've done, he stuck his feet outwards and brought his lamppost downwards. This increased his gravity and because of it this had made him fall faster. He had just reached terminal velocity and now had flames beginning to form around him. Jax simply smiled under his mask as he saw the ground become clearer, this- was a nice change of scenery. Nothing was really off or complacent except for the little girl and knight that were far below him so everything was-

Jax's thoughts were interuppted. Wait a minute, a girl and a knight? He looked down again to see them both sort of fade into view. He realized that if he didn't change his direction now, he'd probably hit them both. So with that notion the Grandmaster veered just a bit to the right so that he'd hit the roof just a little bit away from the two. The school was rapidly approaching him the air around Jax was getting to it's burning point, he hadn't felt this type of rush in a while- not since Season 3. As the roof was merely yards away Jax leaned himself on his lamppost and began to give it even more pressure. He then swung his post around in the air once, then twice and then finally he rested it at his side as he came within jumping distance of the roof. With a fourth of his might Jax turned the lamppost around so that it's backside would be facing front, he then thrust it forward- a mysterious yellow energy forming around it. The lamppost hit the roof fairly hard, so hard that it left and indent. Because of the Grandmaster's quick thinking though, the pressure from the Grandmaster's Might propelled Jax upward ever so slightly. This removed all of the air pressure and with it, the weird flames.

Jax gracefully landed on the roof, feet and hand first. Slowly cracking his neck he stood up, looking around Jax saw a bright blue sky. It was still light out. Good. Monsters usually don't come out at this point in Ionia. But when do they come out here? Welp. Only one way to find out. Jax looked downwards to see the knight, was he Demacian? Jax had no idea. Then he turned his attention the girl who was oddly floating above him. He tilted his head to the side to see if he was still dizzy from the falling, but nope. She was still right there, brown hair, red dress and everything. She looked strangely Ionian, but judging by her outfit she definable was not from there.

What does she speak? Ionian maybe? No. No. No. Jax, you're approaching this all wrong. Use the Summoner's language! Jax regained his composure and looked up at the strange girl, without missing a beat he said:

"Who're you? You from around here?" Jax looked down again to see that the knight was still lying down, smoke radiating from his armor. "And is he gonna be alright?" the Grandmaster questioned, staring back up at the weird maiden. @Black Alice

Kino stared blankly for a few moments at all the commotion behind her. There was some ind of giant robot, and... so many new arrivals. So many things were happening. She wasn't intending for them to follow her, but if they had it only made sense. It seemed only a few of their number had even begun in the direction towards the strange cars and the scent of food... Kino was unsure of if they would follow. But that was their decision, of course. No-one else could make that for them. She wasn't God. All she could do is offer her help if she so chose, and it did not appear that the others needed or wanted it. At least, from what she could tell. Of course, it seemed the dark-haired schoolgirl had followed her.

"... I don't mind if you follow," she replied, smiling slightly. "I was going to see what was going on with the silver train cars. It almost smells like there's some kind of food there."

Naturally, Kino was not about to pass up a chance of getting food, especially if there was a chance of it being free. When the girl asked how she was keeping calm, she paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing her face as she did.

"Hmmm..." for a few moments she was silent. Indeed, she'd never expected half the things she had seen today could possibly exist. And deep down it did shock and surprise her. People who could fly? Strange horse creatures? Giant robots? Certainly she had no suspected to run across such things. But then... she never had expected to run across a flying machine, or any of the countries she had ever traveled to. "... It's not that I'm not surprised. But you find a lot of surprising things when you go on a journey."

In truth, Kino was surprised that she wasn't reacting more. But inside, she almost felt as if this experience was so overwhelmingly strange that it had an effect almost like it wasn't strange at all.

Of course, her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a loud thud from a piece of nearby cover. It was a distinct sound, a body hitting the ground.

Kino turned, facing the wall.

There was someone watching them.

Roanapur

The tense silence continued on for a bit longer before the scarred woman gave a dark smile, waving her hand while regarding what appeared to be a giant bean wearing glasses. The guns in the immediate vicinity were uneasily holstered, though the snipers peering through their scopes had their sights trained on the Overlord's rather showy glowing eyes. Any sudden moves from the guy would result in armor piercing rounds being fired. Her eyes sweeping the surroundings and taking in yet more arrivals to the bar including that of a particularly small girl that reminded her of certain... children, the Russian finally spoke. "That would be interesting. This pirate den has already stolen quite a bit from the surrounding areas, from places with tech bases that are at odds with ours. Someone who could show us how it works would be a boon." Still, the woman wasn't that foolish. She would see how much benefits could be reaped through.... mutual cooperation, while keeping a close eye on the seemingly affable thing in the future should they work together.

Taking in another drag of nicotine stick, the Russian pondered for a bit before taking in the rather motley crew standing in front of her before narrowing her eyes. "And also... you seem to be important pieces in His game if you were brought here in such a way... You poor fools..." Audibly smirking now as she looked the villains over, the crime boss then smiled cruelly. "Yes, the Viewer has a vested interest in you all. The Being who created the City... And the one who brought hundreds of different fragments of the various dimensions together into giant sprawling birdcage... And the one who brought everyone, including you all, into this place. Hopefully you entertain Him more than the last lot."

Mahora

"Damn, no rope..." Muttering under his breath as no one helped him tie up the psycho, Ranma muttered under his breath before glaring at the guy under his grip. "You try shooting up stuff again and I'll knock you out." Getting off the vastly bigger man, the lean martial artist then slowly followed the various people that were congregating about the train cars while giving those staying further away a brief glance. The giant garbage truck, that took more than just a second of his time as he stared dully at it. "...Okay, that's... new..."

Just when enough people were close enough to the carts did someone finally come out: a teenage girl of Chinese descent and mannerisms clad in a qipao. "Hello, dear guests. Would you like to try out a bit of my humble Chao Bao Zi's menu before we discuss why you've been brought here? Or would you rather get straight to the point and find out why you've been transported to an utterly exotic place such as this?" Fanning herself and hiding her mouth, the cheerful looking girl giggled a bit, finding it fun as always to be the person who had all the answers. Glancing at the respective members of the group, she then nodded. "We can also adapt our cooking to meet most anyone's dietary needs, so don't be afraid to speak up about that. I, Chao Lingshen, am a consummate businesswoman among other things. Such things are no trouble.~"

For his part, Ranma shot the girl a dour look before pulling out a chair and sitting down. "Give me some fried rice, extra large. I ain't much tactful, so I'll let the others question ya. They prolly know how to word things better than me, so they'll get things done better." When said platter of requested food came out in the blink of an eye piping hot and steaming, the boy almost facefaulted at how quick it was before cautiously prodding at it. After all, he's been hit with his fair share of drugs and poisons, especially in food. Finally trying a bite and ready to spit it out if necessary, he froze at just how good it was before scarfing it down in his usual manner, the party sized plate disappearing down his gullet at a speed which was quite frankly, rather ridiculous. If anything, the girl's Cheshire Cat-like grin grew even larger at this.