As soon as Damian had first woken up in this bizarre and unfamiliar city he had scrambled away and gone into hiding among its strange architecture and started observing from hiding. At first he had mistakenly thought he was back with his mother and grandfather, that this was yet another sadistic exercise meant to test his limits. A cursory examination proved that not to be the case considering he still had his Robin costume and all of his usual equipment with him and the last thing he remembered he had been sneaking out to patrol Gotham City on his own. Neither Grayson nor his father had caught up with him and transported him here or else he was sure he would be on the receiving end of some lecture or other. A foolish prank by Drake likewise seemed unlikely as none of this resembled that buffoon's style.

That left open the option that he'd been kidnapped for some purpose, but under normal circumstances he would have been bound up without his equipment and some narcissistic dandy in a colorful costume would be ranting about plans or riddles or worst of all jokes. As none of that had occurred, he was forced to conclude that if this was a kidnapping it was a very poorly executed one. So, with little information to go on Damian was forced to gather some on his own. He explored the city and its' strangeness for a while, being sure to keep out of sight of all those he observed and came to one main theory:

This place was very, very strange.

There seemed to be no real connecting patterns to the people that were here, the designs of all of the buildings were eclectic and mixed enough to look like they were from fifty different cities and the 'people' there were either in some very strange costumes or by-and-large only partially human. Some of the occupants looked quite dangerous whereas others seemed relatively harmless, but he did not trust a single one of them given his current situation, so he stayed out of sight and continued to explore. At the end of things he STILL had no idea at all why he was here.

That said his fruitless little exploration trip had taken what felt to his internal clock like most of a day, so he found a concealed-enough and defensible location and decided he might as well sleep and figure this whole ridiculous mess out in the morning.

When he next woke up it was to see a massive change washing over the entire landscape and rendering his entire day's worth of reconnaissance worthless. Now he appeared to be in some sort of massive...forest? If that was the case it was like no other forest Damian had ever seen. The 'fruit' growing from the trees was either other foodstuffs entirely or not any fruit he had ever studied or seen at all. Just looking at it reminded the costumed child that he hadn't had anything to eat in some time, but there was no way he was going to get tricked into eating what was obviously part of some elaborate trap. On the other hand, the city-altering wave DID give him some inkling as to what he might be dealing with now...

"-tt-, More than likely the work of some fifth-dimensional imbecile with too much time on his hands, like Bat-Mite or Superman's Mr.Myx...Myxzl..Myzxlp...those irritating things!"

The files on them had not exactly been extensive, but if he was dealing with a fifth-dimensional reality-warper then his life was about to become much, much more annoying. He would just have to track the being down and convince them to stop their foolishness and get him back to his reality already! He had absolutely no time for this sort of extended idiocy after all!

Before Damian could contemplate exactly how to find a being that lived outside time and could alter reality at will, he was interrupted by a loud roaring sound and several of the trees around him crashing down and spilling their culinary contents all over. What appeared to be a massive boar was charging him, waves of heat and the sounds and stench of sizzling grease rising from its' back. Acting near reflexively he rolled out of the way while dropping several adhesive bombs. Several of them burst just as he rolled aside, and the massive swine was encased in a cocoon of sticky, glue like material.

The massive fiery hog squealed its' rage at him but found itself unable to move nevertheless. That was good, at least. Damian would have hated to have to kill the poor thing, probably used to defending its' range from much more idiotic human trespassers than himself. More inconvenient though, was the fact that he seemed to have rolled over some kind of flan or custard in his dodge out of the way of the things' tusks. The dessert had completely stained his cape and armored vest...

If there WAS a reality warper, he was going to pay for this humiliation!

Though in hindsight, at least this particular custard hadn't violently exploded.

A golden ship propelled through the dark abyss of the fourth wall. One thousand ninety five days. That is how long the Witch of Space has spent on this cruise with her brother, an assortment of sprites and consorts, and lots and lots of cake to keep her company. Quite frankly, she couldn't wait to get to the new game session, if only so she could have space to herself! Between her brothers weird rants and her mopey ex-boyfriend, Jade felt completely and utterly exasperated. They were sooooo close to the new session and she was so sure everything would be better once they got there. What... what if she just zapped herself there ahead of them? They were close enough to the Green Sun that she could probably teleport.

Would it be okay to just leave Davesprite and John? Hmmmmmm, well, her paradox slime clone parents could need her help anyway! There wasn't any reason not to drop in and say hi at least. She could always just teleport back in a jiff before the boys even noticed she was gone.

With her decision made, green energy began to crackle around Jade. The girl instantly disappeared from her spot on the deck of the ship, leaving not a trace behind. She would soon reappear in a flash of light surrounded by a forest she's never seen before. Wait, was that tree made of chocolate?????

Was this one of the alpha's planets? She didn't remember her powers indicating anything about food planets. Speaking of her powers, how come she didn't just 'know' stuff all of a sudden! So weird!

She tried to teleport herself higher into the sky so she could get a better view... only to find she couldn't teleport at all. Wait, what? What was happening!? Oh noooooooo. She must have ended up somewhere outside of paradox space! But, how did that happen?

With a frustrated sigh, she flew up into the sky the old fashioned way. Once she reached the top, her dog ears twitched as she looked and listened closely for signs of anyone else. Or even anything else. That's when she spotted a boy in a weird outfit, as if it came straight out of her brother's comics, being attacked by a boar. She had to help him! A rifle appeared in her hand from the hammer space of her strife specibus, it was loaded with tranq shots that would hopefully put boars from different universes to sleep. She poised her gun and got ready to take aim, only to see the boy subdue the boar himself through her rifle scope. She was pretty relieved he didn't kill the poor creature.

Strapping the rifle onto her back, she floated down into the underbrush towards the superhero looking boy.

"Hiiiiiii!" She greeted, her voice bright and bubbly, "I'm Jade! Do you live here? I'm sorta lost! Do you know what universe this is?"

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If you told Kido five minutes ago that she would find herself dropped into a lake that tasted like miso soup, she would have called you a liar. Jokes on her, it seems, because that is exactly where she found herself after entering the hospital doors. She splashed and sputtered in the miso water. She was lucky that she knew how to swim... and that the lake wasn't hot.

After a little effort, she was able to swim all the way to shore and drag herself out of miso lake. Looking down at her drenched and kinda smelly clothes, she frowned. Where was she even supposed to find any spare clothes in, well, wherever she was supposed to be. She licked her lips, accidentally tasting the miso on them. Her stomach dropped and she felt the beginning of a panic attack set in. Be cool, Kido. This is something you can handle. Y-you survived that haunted house, right? So what if you fainted that one time, you can definitely deal with strange food places. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to get ho-

It sunk in. She had no clue how to get home! No. Nononononono! This was terrible! Where was Seto? Or Kano? Mary? KISARAGI?! Ahhhhhhh, what was she to do?

Deep breathes, pull yourself together, Kido. The Mekaku Danchou breathed in a big gulp of air and then breathed out. Phew, she could do this... maybe. First things first, finding a temporary change of clothes until she can get her usual clothing washed.

Souji Mitsuka - Mahora

Souji had thought that his luck had been looking up when he had spotted someone at last, in this mess of food. Well, he'd seen other people, but they seemed a bit preoccupied at the moment, or they just hadn't heard him. Besides, it was a fellow redhead, so maybe he'd get more lucky? One could hope.

That luck had been dashed though as she presented some sort of giant spear, leveling it his way. That brought him to a halt quick, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. This was...not good. She was armed, and he could hardly turn into Tailred right in front of her. If she was going to use that thing, then he would need to figure out how to escape from her sight so he could transform and let Red handle it. He had no other choice.

But for now, he had to play it safe. He gave the girl a quick look over, noting the collected food and the costume, which certainly caught his interest. Maybe she was another Gear user, like him? That would be fortunate. "Sorry," he apologized with a smile, doing his best to leave a good impression. "It's just that I don't know where I am, and my GPS isn't working." Hopefully that would serve as an explanation.

Kyoko raised an eyebrow as the boy raised his hands in surrender. Huh. So he did have some kind of brains in there if he surrender. Though on the other hand if she was the type she could pretty easily kill him like that, but she wasn't just going to murder him for no reason. It didn't benefit her and why would she do that kind of crap anyway? The redheaded magical girl raised her spear and rested it on her shoulder, tilting her head to one side as she bit down on another chip. After a few moments of crunching, she swallowed and decided to give him a reply.

"Whatever. I dunno where this is, but you'd have to be pretty stupid to think a GPS'd work somewhere this weird," she said, walking over to the nearby pocky flower as she placed the potato chip bag aside. Grabbing two sticks and pulling them free, she bit into both at once. Yes, they were just as tasty as the pocky she usually ate. Even with how much the situation pissed her off, this was a pretty awesome place to go. If only it hadn't been against her will!

"I just got teleported her a few minutes ago," Kyouko continued, two pocky sticks in her mouth as she spoke, "I'm kinda ticked about just gettin' dragged here or whatever."

Raising her spear off her shoulder, she twirled it once, a fanged grin returning to her face. "I'm gonna be askin' whoever's in charge of this a few questions."

Ranma- Mahora

Gratefully using his pair of chopsticks to pluck the proffered treat from Chun-Li's hands, Ranma deftly flicked the cookie up into the air towards his face before chomping on the bite-sized treat with graceful ease and spilling not a single crumb. "Ehh, par the course for me. This ain't the weirdest thing I've ever been through, not by a long shot. Thanks fer the cookie by the way." It wasn't often that people gave food to the pigtailed boy and wanted nothing in return, which was honestly rather refreshing to the martial artist. Rustling around in his green kerchief turned impromptu holding sack that was humorously bulging with various pilfered meals, the boy took out a Japanese style curry bread and held it back to the Chinese officer.

"Personally though, I ain't ever seen people literally growing home cooked meals on tree before though I've seen ramen that gave people ridiculous strength and a man who's trained in martial arts dining that he can stuff a watermelon in his mouth and has a tongue the length of his body. That and Martial Arts Takeout. That's probably the closest things I've seen compared to this and that's just cause they're food themed." Directing this towards the person of indeterminate gender under the tree, Ranma plucked another bento and held it out to Kino with a smile. "You look like you need a meal. I can vouch for its edibility, so don't worry about it." The boy then had a strange look in his eye as he tried to connect the dots on this particular Challenge.

"Probably if everything's food themed, the Challenge will be either... cooking something up, or gathering something special considering there's food everywhere. Maybe our goal's to get to a rare food that ain't literally growing off the sidewalk..." Speaking his conjectures out loud in between digging into his bento, the boy had a thoughtful gaze. One did not experience much weird themed shenanigans without noticing a pattern, and the young man in question had a LOT of experience. "...Also judging by the size of some food, there might be things that are bigger than that... No such thing as a free meal." With the box finished up, he idly threw it backhand style so the emptied container spun through the air and into a nearby trashcan. "Gonna hafta get a bit of exercise today too since there's so much stuff to eat... too much..."

"I was sorta expecting a martial arts challenge, though that might just be due to it being the stuff I regularly have to go through back home. Martial Arts Eating Contest, Martial Arts Fast Food Delivery, Martial Arts Calligraphy, Martial Arts Tea Ceremony. Kept having to fight some weird yahoos due to this or that on their own home turf, with ridiculous themed stuff all the time. Heck, I'm expecting to have a literal food fight later on in the day!" The sad thing was, Ranma was only half joking as he talked with Chun-Li about the Challenge. That and the fact he WAS keeping an eye out on the stuff just in case it came alive and attempted to perform violent actions was just proof of the many weird events he personally experienced. "What came to yer mind when you heard challenge?" Idly leaning back against the bough of the branch, he gave off a small sigh of contentment and pat his stomach, enjoying the nice day while it lasted. After all, push came to shove, he'd probably have to fight sooner or later. He always did.

Wario was bashing his way through boulders, hard candy logs, and tremendous slabs of peanut brittle as he pursued a giant pink crab. The crab's long, spidery legs let it clamber over the landscape effortlessly, moving over tree trunks, cars, boulders, dumpsters, and creatures with relative ease. Its huge, meaty claws lifted and threw whatever it didn't climb over at the yellow-clad plumber.

Wario, however, did not have long legs. He couldn't go OVER the obstacles between him and his prey. So he just went through them. Jumping through one of the boulders, he finally managed to find a grip on the crab's leg, beginning to pull it closer to him. The crab continued scrabbling to get away, but Wario eventually tightened his grasp and began shaking the titanic creature. Small pinkish pearls flew off in every direction as Wario shook the creature up and down, leaving it with spinning eyes. With its coat of pink bubbles gone, the crab was only about the size of a basketball, most of its size coming from the disproportionately long legs that held it several feet off the ground. It looked up in terror as Wario dropped it, punting it like a football.

"GET LOST, LOSER!"

Wario ran around picking up the bubbles the creature left behind, stuffing a fistful into his mouth. After all, those rocks earlier were delicious, so why not this stuff too? As he swallowed another fistful, he was pleased to notice that it tasted like that gunk the kids put in their fancy tea drinks- Boba or something. It was then he took out a large sack and began shoving the boba into it.

"OH YEAH! This stuff's crazy sweet! I could make a mint selling bubble tea!"

Of course, this meant only one thing: He must hunt. He must find tomatoes, garlic, all the things that make Italian cuisine wonderful. That girl who dressed like Young Cricket was able to support herself with Chinese food- it stood to reason he could turn a profit with Italian!

The Overlord couldn't read this creature very well, and admittedly, he couldn't really read anyone too well due to the reactions of people either trying to send him into hell or groveling beneath his feet. He would just need to figure out the power of this... DIO. The incredible presence could already be felt, but he has yet to show any truly devastating powers rather than super strength, and reviving the undead... What other cards were up his sleeves? The Overlord was broken from his thoughts as DIO was on the move, the Overlord hefted up his rather large mace once again and started to move several paces behind. Soon enough, the steel brute managed to find something about this DIO already, his body seemed to be articulate.



The Overlord sat within the darkness of the hotel, it was rather strange for almost every opening completely covered not allowing even a single shred of light in the building. The lighting didn't hinder the Overlord's sight though, his eyes had already adjusted to the blinding darkness, but the pacified zombies roaming the building did make the Overlord question how long DIO had been in this world. Obtaining this many slaves or even zombies did take even the Overlord some time. So, he sat upon this unimpressive throne, thinking about the ways to contact his adviser and minion army.

The day hadn't taken too long to arrive, although the mighty man did feel something shifting out of place, a force that passed through him with a rather strange feeling. The Overlord rose from his throne, his glowing eyes glancing towards one of barred windows. He took a few steps, the wooden planks protecting the room from sunlight, and he smashed it open allowing the light to entire the room. His eyes burned for only a moment, and his body was already looking across the land when his eyes opened to view the even stranger land. The immediate action that the Overlord took to cope with this horrendous scene of a food styled world was to set it on fire. He raised her gauntlet almost immediately, his hand sparking in flames before letting go a rather large flaming ball into a nearby civilian. The calming effects of his dying screams seemed to calm the Overlord, allowing him stay sane within this sweet filled world. He venomously stared at the chaos filled streets, the scenery seemed to ruin the entire image of destruction and bloodshed.

The Overlord removed himself from the window, his eyes could no longer stare further into this world of food. He looked towards the entrance of his room wondering how DIO was faring with this sudden shift of land. Walking towards the fallen door, he stepped over the remains of the shattered wood before fitting through the destroyed doorway that he had previously made when trying to enter his room. Exiting, he made his way over towards the strange contraption of an elevator. Compared to the town of Nordsberg, this elevator was a lot more sophisticated, and maybe that was best for their rather small minded villagers. The Overlord entered the tiny box, pushing the button taking him to the lobby.

Exiting the tiny box, the Overlord found himself once again inside the floor filled with mindless zombies. It was time to start a new day of destruction and violence, but his eyes seemed to focus on the familiar figure. At the moment, the Overlord was being spared by DIO to be a valuable ally, but it wouldn't be too long before his army of minions joins into this world for him to rule everyone with an iron fist. The main problem was this Viewer, and the second would be DIO, but he would overcome this challenges like he always has in the past. The Overlord bent down exit the elevator, and moved out of the box with his noisy footsteps alerting the area of his presence. The Overlord's Apocalyptor bounced upon his shoulder, his path heading straight for the door so that the world can experience true power.



Krieg had been sleeping outside, exposed to the elements and laying upon the cold hard floor was the most smoothing action that didn't involve violence. He snored quite loudly, scratching almost his entire body while rolling randomly upon the concrete, it was the grace of dying walrus if someone ever watched him sleep. The voice was resting as well, mentally preparing the mind for the actions that Krieg will do with almost udder disgust. The voice didn't understand why he kept trying to calm the raging beast, but some kind of endless determination was deep within him to fuel this ever lasting ambition. The Voice wondered if it was Krieg subconsciously trying to be normal, but the idea sounded just a bit too far fetched even in Pandoran standards.

The morning soon took place, Krieg was still asleep when the drastic change of scenery took place, but it didn't take long for him to wake up. Food filled the nostrils of the Psycho, good food, and his eyes cracked open to find the new place he was inside. The Voice took longer to wake up, but Krieg's mind was already upon full alert, although it was so ready in the morning as someone always tried to kill them in the morning, almost like an assassin was his alarm clock. The Psycho looked upon the world with bloodshot eyes, they were scanning the new types of things like food based items scattered across the school, and even outside as well. "Ugh, no assassin to wake us up?" The Voice groggily spoke, looking upon the changes that had happened while they were sleeping, "I don't know if I should be happy or sad, but I think I'm going crazy." The voice was dumbstruck to find himself in this food covered world, but Krieg on the other hand didn't question too much rather just the question if he can get to kill something. So, his mind was already on the move while the voice was still trying to recover.

He managed to make his way towards the nearest tree, this tree was special, very special. Do you know why? It was the bacon tree! Tree filled with crispy strips of delicious pig flank! Krieg menacingly laughed, a buzz-axe digistructing into his hands for him to become the newest lumberjack of Mahora!

"MY BELLY IS CLEAR! AND MY MIND IS FULL OF BACON!" Krieg screamed out to no one in particular, and with several hard chops, the bacon tree was down onto the floor with the bacon in reach for his greedy meat hunks. The Psycho dove into the tree, eating the entire thing with the attitude that this was his first meal in months. Shoving branches, leaves, and bacon into his mouth, Krieg laughed with absolute pleasure.

"Ok. This is the fourth strangest thing to happen to us, and I'm not even counting the times that we went on an adventure with Tina and Brick," The voice muttered to himself, "At least he is eating something that isn't raw or still alive... I guess I can toast to that."

The Next Day

The weary Grandmaster after his immense battle with the psycho-warrior known as Krieg had decided to rest and take his residence in a small building with a grated window that seemed to overlook Mahora's main streets. His right arm still stinging the Grandmaster had chosen to use his robe as a blanket and to use a bed that at first glance had been in disrepair; now repaired. Suddenly as Jax was having sweet dreams about his "rival" he caught the smell of... Wafers? The Grandmaster blinked and in an instant his entire world was flipped upside down, if he was anyone else he'd probably like to take a minute and just sit right there but Jax was different. He was hungry and very curious as to what the hell happened to his room? The floor was suddenley made of crisp wafers, the grates on the window had been changed from their usual stick steel into thin layers of drink sticks. But what amused the master most is what happened to his bed, it had covers now that were really pink and puffy. Testing his luck Jax stuck a finger into the sheets and took a lick. It was sweet, like his father's old way of making special Ionian tea leaves mixed with sugar.

Cotton Candy? Thought Jax as he munched on the small sample he had collected from the bed. At first he thought that Krieg may have dug too deep but the taste, the feel of the room and the overall time of day made him think otherwise. Jax roamed over to the other side of the room, passing a gram cracker dresser and some lollipop lights. Has Lulu gotten her hands on this place?! Walking into the restroom the Grandmaster looked at his seven blue eyes in the mirror he took off his mask for a short while, his emerald eyes looking back at him. His robes were off, he had a very toned upper body with a scar across his chest. His hair was neat coat of Silver and very long to boot, he had kept it in a ponytail so that it would've been easier to fit in his robes.

Shaping himself up the Grandmaster put on his robes and mask. Jax took a look outside and then said, "What in the name of Baron's-" The entire street and the buildings that surrounded it looked like something out of a children's storybook, buildings were made of gram crackers, wafers, cupcakes even! They had windows that looked like ice cubes, outer features that included small pieces of chocolate, raisins, tarts and even frosting! The Grandmaster turned to the right to see the exact opposite, a tree that dispensed Bento? Dumpling Buildings? Rice bushes!? Foe grass!? Then something else caught his attention, a young martial artist and a monk were sitting up beside the tree, chowing down on the bento boxes that had obviously come from it. Wasting no time, the Grandmaster almost broke down his candy cane door when he realized, his clothes were ruined. He couldn't go out like this, checking his things Jax found a random weapon of his- The Summoner's cup.

As he grabbed it Jax's appearance began to change, his purple robes dissappeared back into his body. His sandals transformed into leather boots. His mask disappeared and in place of it sat a high-tech white mask with six gunnar-type visors and a communication microphone. His ponytail was undone by an invisible force and a backwards baseball cap took its place upon the Grandmaster's head. A huge puffy jacket wound out around his body, two twin strings hanging down from the collar, the logo of an e-Sports team was pinned to the side which read, "SK Telecom T1, Pro Gaming Team". Finally from his backside a cape poofed out of the jacket, it was jet black and had the same team's logo on the back.



The Grandmaster, now suited up and ready to go headed out of his room, down the stair to the front of the apartment and out the door. The streets were crackers, the benches were made of wafers and the firehydrents shot... soft drinks? The hell? Jax set his sights on the hill and ran toward it as fast as his legs would carry him. In no time he reached the area and when he came in distance of the two eating, he waved at them and walked up the hill slowly because he wasn't sure if the road was soy sauce or just really ground up almonds. The master walked up the road and saw the two people he had been looking at earlier. A female monk with a nice build, matching pigtails and red eyeshadow. To her left was ponytailed kid, obviously a fighter- and Jax could sense the fighting spirit coming from him. The Grandmaster looked at Chun-Li and then at Ranma and asked, "S'cuse me. You mind if I eat with you guys?"

@GameGuruGG@Grey Star

"Oh no." This weird girl armed with a rifle had just floated down from the sky and she seemed to be exactly the most irritating sort of person. Not to mention she seemed decidedly strange even by Damian's standards. Still, he supposed he was trying to be a hero, which meant helping civilians no matter how irritating and worthy of stabbing he might find them. He would just have to grit his teeth and hope she wasn't too annoying.

"No, I don't live here and I don't know what world this is, but I have a pretty good idea why we've been taken here. We're probably playthings for some bored extra-dimensional being's amusement. This sort of thing has happened to my father before...allegedly. I'm trying to find it so that I can...convince it...to send me home." He paused for a minute and scowled "Preferably violently, considering how much it's already inconvenienced me."

Hopefully that would be enough information for this...floating woman to leave him alone so he could go back to looking for answers on his own. The last thing he needed was some bubbly civilian tagging along on what was sure to be a delicate operation.

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For a few moments... a few wonderful moments moments she had enjoyed waking to the scents of food... then the smells gathered together and became terribly oppressive to the senses where the sheer variety of different 'things' that made a smell overwhelmed any pleasantness that individual foods had, causing her to jolt right out of bed and take a look. Upon realizing that she had somehow come to be sleeping under a syrup stained pancake instead of a blanket, her first instinct was to scream "PIIINKIIIIIIEEEE!" as she was the only source she could imagine being able to pull that off!

Then she caught sight past the window, and again her first instinct was to scream at Discord, but the tower in the distance reminded her like a brick to the skull of where exactly she was and what this meant... Finally, her brain settled on "Huh... pinkie would have a ball here, but she'd probably try to eat the whole world if it was made of food..." Naturally, she was mumbling to herself about this, being alone in the room and all... at least, as far as she registered, at the moment she didn't even quite remember the guy that she'd offered to share the room with her.

She extricated herself quickly from the sticky 'blanket' and began examining it, quickly finding that it was indeed an actual giant pancake, yet considering the strange world she was in currently she was not in a hurry to suddenly start eating it... That said, She 'did' sheer off a couple dozen roughly 'normal pancake sized' slices to stuff in her little pocket dimension storage, carefully sorted away from her precious paper and writing utensils! If she found herself starving later then it might be a useful thing to have on hoof.

That done, she elected to perch herself in the nearby window of the dorm room, looking out over the landscape as well as observing the various scattered individuals from the previous day as they went about taking in this new foody world as well... "Jeez, It looks like Discord vomited on this world while I was asleep..."

She was not especially keen on leaping into the fray of interactions at the moment, at least not until she had some idea of just what to 'do'... She also had to compensate for a little PTSD from back when Discord did this same thing with her world, though it wasn't entirely food themed back then. It... also didn't have meat themed stuff to it, and she honestly wasn't sure how to feel about that. On the one hoof, here were things that probably didn't come from something sentient, readily available to satisfy her indiscriminate curiosity. On the other hoof, it was meat, she was probably going to have some terrible indigestion if she tried, and what if she found she liked it 'too' much? By Tartarus, what if it caused her magical biology to respond by shifting towards a more predatory style?... Again, she was torn between feeling disturbed by the idea, and unquenchable fascinated by the possibility.

......

"Screw the consequences, I'm a princess and if I want to try meat, I will!... I've been dragged into another world to be some sociopath's piece on a figurative chess board, I'm getting 'something' out of this, and I'm not likely to have a better opportunity to try this without sacrificing my moral values!"

*Ping*... *Bamf!*

In a purple flash of light she teleported from the window to the most obvious meat based thing she could see... It so happened to be a bacon tree that a certain psychopath from the previous day was feasting on like a rabid animal... She allowed only the tiniest bit of spiteful glee to enter her mind as she 'stole' a branch from the Psycho who'd been mean to her before, at farthest point of the tree away from him of course, then quickly felt kindof bad for feeling that way... Still, she teleported again, quickly, uninterested in letting him have time to try and attack her.

*ping*...*Bamf!*

This time she teleported closer to the 'least' crazy seeming group, made up mostly of seemingly rational and sane individuals she had observed the previous day... which, considering that this included some strange human with a pony-tail who was climbing a food tree and stuffing himself, spoke volumes for the amount of sanity that seemed to refer to the 'high point' of this group.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but you all seemed like the most stable individuals yesterday... I don't suppose Either of you know why it looks like my world's local Chaos god vomited on reality do you?" She spoke with... small tears in her eyes, but not from the previous days reasons, she'd already cried that out as quietly as she could in the night. No, now it was because bacon... BACON!... Why? WHY?! Why was it so. damn. good?! She even had a little piece still being chewed on, and just... Wow! Did Griffon's really eat this all the time?!

Meanwhile, Big boss... Was nowhere to be seen, perhaps he was hiding in a cake somewhere and spying on everyone.

After a hearty and breathy sigh at the dashing of her expectations, Filia rose to contemplate the scenery. No matter how strange things got back in New Meridian, this truly took the cake. Every moment of starting at the edible world brought new discoveries: a phonebooth of butter, telephone wires floppy and yellow like colossal noodles, even pigeons for whom sizzling, steaming flesh did not mean death. Were those shreds of mint leaf filtering through her hair along with the cool wind? Though no longer hungry, the schoolgirl found herself craving an exploratory mission of the city, for no better reason than to observe what ludicrous things the imagination of the Viewer had wrought. Perhaps, within the apartments and casinos of downtown, she might even discover something more fantastical and rare than a bizarre confection: a clue about who she was. In this world, anything was possible. Thinking this, Filia stared off into space, watching some sort of flying chocolate whale wheeling around the sky, sucking in cotton candy clouds through candy cane baleen.

”Get down!”

By now, Filia knew her parasite well enough that she didn't feel the need to argue, question, or even try and figure out why. The schoolgirl threw herself to the ground, cushioned from the sudden drop by the spinach-grass upon which she stood, and right on cue a compacted wad of meat and vegetables sailed over her head and smashed into the pancake hill, which to Filia's shock exploded into maple syrup and bread. Samson took the initiative, meanwhile, and jammed several bundles of hair into the ground, tunneling through it at high speed. Following the path, Filia caught a glimpse of her assailant: a Tacodile. It was gargantuan, as tall as an elephant with a mouth nearly as wide as two of them, and upon that jaw taco sat a beady olive eye fixated upon its next meal. Filia gasped, and before her eyes the cookie road beneath it erupted into a half-dozen Ringlet Spikes, drilling upward into the beast's red pepper feet and spilling out seeds and taco ingredients from the wounds. The Tacodile roared ferociously, loud enough to rattle several blocks with its rage. It then began to charge, prompting Filia to assume a crouching position and jump, pulling her hair from the tunnels and leaping above the clashing jaws. “Eeeeeeat...” she began, stretching bunches of hair backward. ”This!” Five tentacles of hair shot downward, wrapping around the snarling Tacodile, and pulling in Filia on top of its head for a double-kick.

Unfortunately, the Tacodile had other ideas. Furious, it shrugged off the blow, and with a single wrathful spasm threw Filia and Samson across the street before plodding after them in pursuit. The instant Filia regained her feet, she began to run, saying, “Samson, it's too tough to grab and too dangerous to try and cut it apart! We need a Trichobezoar!” The parasite grunted in approval, watching from the back of her head as the Tacodile gained on them. ”Good idea, kid. Look out for somethin' hard. I'll tell ya to jump if that thing spits another ball a' fillin' at us.”

Something hard? A corn cob, a peach pit, or Trinity forbid an actual metal object—any of them would do. Filia rounded a corner quickly and dodged out of the way of a killer bite using an Instant Hair Dash, and spotted two strangers: a little girl in magenta and a pink-haired boy in a dapper, beige suit. Noting that they looked way too interesting to be actual occupants of the city, Filia shouted as she ran toward them, her raven hair billowing behind her, “Hey! Help, help! This taco monster's gonna eat us!” Growling, Samson reached out with a hair tentacle, grabbed a breadloaf mailbox, and hurled it at the Tacodile. All this managed, however, was to chip an onion tooth and make the monster even madder, frothing garlic sauce as it bore down on Filia, Souji, and Kyouko.



Truly, his was an insane and farsical world. DIO strode down the sidewalk, turning cracker into dust with every step, and watched with a blasé and cavalier eye as the local populace either rejoiced in the bounty or battled one another for a choice specimen. Today, his charismatic aura bore a particularly forceful twinge, snaring the attention of anyone around him but preventing them from being able to stand in his path. No man, woman or child, having beheld those orange eyes and that wild, blonde hair, or his utterly disdainful, mocking smile, could willfully obstruct him. Sneering, DIO hopped over a broken part of the sidewalk, wherein lay a puddle of chocolate pudding that might have, in a previous and more sensible existence, been mud. In front of him next he discovered a gaggle of people moving around and waving their arms chaotically, apparently cooperating to create some kind of grand confection and too excited to pay the approaching vampire any heed. No matter; the next instant, DIO was on the opposite side of the hubbub. There was no time to waste.

As he arrived at a street corner, he suddenly became aware of a new scent, one far more interesting than the useless, useless food that surrounded him: good blood. With utmost ease he looked to his left, and witnessed, seated on the sidewalk, a peculiar woman. As humans went, this one seemed an outlier, for her pale skin, odd hairstyle, and unconventional garb were at total odds with anything DIO had come to expect from normal people—not that he was complaining. Hers was an alluring body, full of energy and power, and DIO felt that he would enjoy a servant such as she.

He strode forth, approaching her with a tranquil and austere ease. While she was facing him, she looked to be too involved in a buffalo wing at the moment to notice. How inconsiderate. DIO took no note of Clementine as he came within five feet of the sitting Juri. The wheels were spinning in his head. His eyes, cold as ice, sought to invade her heart. From him poured that piercing feeling, a dubious sensuality. ”I hear you have a special ability beyond that of an ordinary person. It would please me if you would grant a small demonstration.” His every word was dangerous sweetness, enough to calm even the Tae Kwon Do practitioner's heart.

Taco... Monster...?

... So it was a taco monster. Jeez, the food was fighting back? Kyouko almost felt conflicted. Almost. The blade of her spear hissed through the air as brought it up, swallowing the last remnants of her pocky as she did. It was a monster, she had to kill it first if she wanted to eat any of it anyway.

"I dunno what's goin' on," she began, simply, twirling her spear as she advanced towards the oncoming monster formed of food, "I'm pissed off even if this place is kinda awesome. I didn't ask to get dragged here. 'N now I see this ridiculous thing goin' around like some kinda garbage movie monster?"

Giving the girl with the prehensile hair a sidelong glance, Kyouko grinned another one of her fanged grins. "Ya'd have to be some kinda idiot to be scared of this thing, right?"

Her focused returned to the advancing taco thing as she placed her spear's shaft firmly in both hands, the tip glinting as it pointed towards the creature. "Since I'm so pissed, I think I'll take out my anger on this thing, it'll help me warm up for the asshole who brought me here."

There was the sound of rattling chains as Kyouko's spear suddenly lashed out. She swung it in an arc, the bladed tip slicing swiftly through the creature's leg. It let out a roar of pain but kept going in spite of the injury. Kyouko didn't stop for a moment before advancing on it, swiftly darting to the side in order to attack its flank.

Souji Mitsuka - Mahora

Souji listened on confusion as the redhead talked while she ate, revealing that she had been mysteriously transported here just like him. Well, that was a coincidence if he had ever heard of one, though he might not say as such. It did confirm that it was probably the work of an active intelligence, rather than sheer fate though.

"I had to try," he pointed out calmly as he stood in place, doing his best to keep from drawing her ire or to get that spear used against him before he could shift to Tailred. But he moved on, choosing to comment on the other odd part of their situation as he scratched his chin. "Weird, the same thing happened to me."

Then, things went to hell.

A call for help drew Souji's attention instantly, and his eyes widened in shock to see a girl wit....sentient hair? running from what looked to be some sort of animal made from....taco parts. Well then, that was odd. And terrifying. Of course, he could hardly ruun when someone needed help, but even he recognized the wiseness of this situation and how to act off the bat.

"Watch out he cried as he leapt out of the way, breaking into a run to get to a safe distance before turning around to watch the fight as it raged. He was impressed as the redhead with the spear went to it, revealing that she really knew what to do with that as she began to fight the creature, slashing and stabbing at it.

For the moment he chose to keep out of it and watch, though he itched to jump into the fray. But for the moment it seemed that she had it in hand, and now that he had gotten to this point he could always duck out of sight and shift to Tailred at a moment's notice. So he could afford to see how good of a warrior Spear was before he leapt into the fight.

"Uh... I think... Huh." The Voice stuttered. Krieg hadn't seemed to notice that one of his branches went missing from the teleporting purple pony, although in his rabid state of devouring sweet delicious meats, he doubted that anything could get his attention. So, the voice idly watched the surroundings of food converted world, he was impressed that something like this could merely happen while they were sleeping, but he had heard about this all powerful being, and he wondered if they were as bad as Handsome Jack... No, this one truly has the power to rule over worlds. The Voice sighed, he would have to keep Krieg on his best behavior around these other players, teamwork was the best option for the rather strange group, and at least Krieg knew something about teamwork from working with the vault hunters. Looking back to Krieg, he was continuing to eat the rest of the tree... The bacon ran out a few seconds ago... Why did he have to be this way?

Finishing the tree, wood and all, Krieg stood upon his two feet feeling quite revitalized from his morning meal. "We're going to have a painful day in the bathroom," The Voice muttered, Krieg only laughed at the statement, giving his own two cents about the situation as he laughed in a short maniacal manner.

"RAFT!"

"Why do you even try? I mean-"

Both of them paused, it was a very familiar sound, and it was the sound of fighting. "Wha- What? A fight that wasn't started by us?" The Voice questioned to himself, wondering what kind of situation was happening in the school. Krieg on the other hand was already up to his feet, his buzz-axe digistructing into the air, dropping into the firm hands of the psycho. The last fight with Jax had ended too early for Krieg's taste, so he would have to put all of his previous aggression into this one. He grinned with a smile of a man with no regrets, running at a moderate pace towards the sweetening sounds, the Voice was rather worried to find what kind of situation would take place without them to cause a fight.

"Ok... Ok, this world might be different from the one yesterday. So... there might be something that is different in this world? Maybe the food actually makes you insane? Or, maybe, food animals? Is that even a thing?" The Voice was trying to rationalize this situation, he knew that none of these good people would attack each other... Only Krieg did that... Right? Krieg only smiled happily, the taste of salty blood was getting closer, and closer. "Don't get too excited Krieg, people might be sparring or something, just don't go crazy... I mean don't kill anyone."

"BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOOOD, BLOOOOOOD, BLOOOOOOOOD!"

"Great, he's probably all pissed from the fight from yesterday," The Voice growled, it is extremely hard to take control when Krieg is pissed, but the Voice would manage. A roar of pain sounded from the distance, the pace started to quicken.

"I'm here to shank and smile!" Krieg screamed out, his sight upon the fighting of a... What the heck? It was some kind of... Taco.

"Aw shit, Ellie would have devoured that thing in a second." The Voice said, amazed by the monstrosity of the walking meal. Krieg, surprisingly was affected by the creature, it was completely different from the natural wildlife of Pandora, but they shared one thing in common with Skags, Rakks, Bullymongs, and Threshers. They were aggressive. Dropping his buzz-axe onto the floor, another weapon digistructed into his hands, this time it was his SMG, the Slagga! "Uh... I guess, kill it!"

"TASTE THE PURPLE! FEEL THE PURPLE!" Krieg yelled out, pulling on the trigger.

Several bullets, covered in some sort of purple slime poured out of the barrel of the gun, the aim was almost pinpoint accuracy towards the ginormous monster. This was it, this is what Krieg was meant to do, kill the biggest and baddest monsters for sweet loot to kill even more things! It was the natural order of Pandora after all. The bullets, being bullets, hit their target with great speed, piercing through the hard flour shell of the beast. However, the slag was working its magic. Just as the bullets entered the being, the purple material covering the bullets almost instantaneously covered the entire monster inside of a translucent flowing purple. "PURPLE TASTE GOOD! MAKES THINGS HURT MORE!" Krieg screamed out in delight, maybe unintentionally telling the others that the slagged Tacodile would take more damage to any other attack rather than slag. Krieg continued to fire at the monster, short burst of bullets directed towards the mighty monster.



The Overlord winced as his eyes set sight upon the endless world of normal items turned into horrible food replicas. His grip upon his mace tightened, this world was too cute, he needed to add a bit of hell flames and torture in every block just to make this place bearable to his glowing eyes. He looked both ways down the street, and something rather interesting caught his attention, it was a rather large gathering of people... Great, new slaves for the Overlord. He looked to the side to see DIO exiting the building as well, his partner taking no time to start moving towards some random direction. The Overlord wondered if he had some kind of plan in mind, or just walking randomly in the streets, but the Overlord had something else in mind rather than regarding the powerful man.

Walking behind DIO, he suddenly lost sight of him right as he walked towards the crowd. Surprised, the Overlord looked around for a few seconds to find him missing... Did he just teleport? Well, he guessed that was another power that this being controlled, a rather annoying power. He stretched out his shoulders before looking back at the chaotic crowd making something that the Overlord didn't really care about, all he cared about were his new slaves. Walking towards the nearest person, the chaos seemed to allow the Overlord to enter a crowd without being instantly noticed by the civilians. The Overlord grabbed the nearest person by the face, their muffled screams against his metal palm, and soon enough lightning spawned from his hand, and skillfully entered the body through the eyes. The Overlord glared at the others near him, his intimidating presence making people look away from the sight at hand, thinking him merely as some kind of debt collector or brute from some criminal organization.

Chun-Li, Mahora

"This is Food Wackyland!" Chun-Li nodded to Kino in agreement that this world was very strange, having decided to dub it that as she ate her Bento, and turned to Ranma again, smiling. "Welcome."

"Cookie! Cookie!" Chun-Li tossed Kino and Jax each a cookie from her bag with pinpoint accuracy, and then accepted the curry bread from Ranma, biting into it. When Ranma began to go on about his world of Martial Arts Eating Contest, Martial Arts Fast Food Delivery, Martial Arts Calligraphy, and Martial Arts Tea Ceremony, Chun-Li looked rather dumbfounded as she tried to imagine how each one worked. She eventually decided they were like their normal versions only with a lot more fighting. Chun-Li turned back to Ranma, "Thanks for the bread."

"You live in Martial Arts Wackyland, Ranma," Chun-Li then glumly said to the pigtailled martial artist as she finished her curry bread and continued back with her Bento. Ranma then asked what she was expecting, and she frowned as she thought about it. "I'm not sure, but a literal Land of Plenty was not on my mind at all, though you could be right about having to fight living food."

"I saw some potato chip butterflies when getting here," Chun-Li had noted to Ranma and the others. "If there are butterflies made of food, there will be other, larger beasts made of food who might want to make us their food."

"It's also possible that the Viewer is telling us to gather what food we can for the next few days," Chun-Li added her own opinion on the subject of this day where food grows on trees. "Like a calm before the storm, if you catch my drift."

When Jax had asked to eat with them, Chun-Li responded politely. "Sure, you can! Want me to toss a Bento down or do you want to climb up!"

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Juri, Roanapur

"I guess..." Juri responded to Clementine. "Pretty stupid challenge if it--"

It was then she noticed DIO in front of her. Those strong muscles, those washboard abs, that kooky outfit. While others might have dismissed him right off for his outfit, this particular person was definitely a fighter of notable skill. Juri stood up and tossed her Buffalo chicken aside. Her irritable mood had instantly faded at the thought of someone who could actually challenge her. It also helped that DIO felt both sensual and sweet.

"Hmm... You look like you're in good shape," Juri smirked seductively at DIO. "You heard right... I do have a... special ability, and I'm guessing you do, too."

"I don't usually do demonstrations, but for someone like you, sure," Juri said to DIO. She'd rather just train and kill fighters, and began stretching her muscles.

She turned towards the Buffalo chicken stop sign, and swung her leg around in a circle, gathering purplish ki into her foot. Then Juri swung her leg around again firing that purplish ki from her foot right at the stop sign, breaking it in half even through the thick enlarged chicken bone that made up the center. What she had done was what she called Fuhajin, a move that showed her power off more than the mere kicks that the normal humans she fought so far got.

"Food World's not the best place to show off my power, but will that do as a demonstration or do you want something... more?" Juri asked DIO, smirking sensually at him.

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Clementine - Roanapur

After Clementine had last spoke, a moment passed while both of them ate in silence. During that time, a figure was approaching from down the street. He was a little bit fascinating and a little bit absurd, but mostly something about him immediately set Clem on edge in the worst kind of way. She put a hand behind her waist, thinking about what sort of day she could look forward to when she was reaching for her gun a second time, less than half an hour after waking up.

He ignored Clementine completely and stopped a nonthreatening distance in front of Juri before calling attention to himself. As Juri brought her focus to the man, Clementine allowed her attention to wander once again. Between the man Juri had kicked in the bar, and the five that were unconscious in the street, Clem supposed she could probably handle this. Time spent traveling alone had told Clem that being unaware was usually more dangerous than any person she'd met.

While Clementine was looking around, she heard Juri and the man talk for a moment. She spotted a pair of large shapes down the road and was trying to figure out what they were when a flurry of action forced her attention back to where she was. Juri kicked at thin air, but a flash of purple light smashed the chicken she'd taken her meal from. It was like nothing Clem had ever seen, kind of cool and a little scary. Not, she thought, as scary as the hungry look in the man's eyes before Juri turned back to talk to him again. Clementine was even more convinced now that Juri had it under control, though, and so she turned her attention back down the street...

..Only to see that the noise had attracted the attention of the shapes, which were now approaching. They looked a little bit like Hippos, which Clem had seen pictures of in books from time to time before books became a luxury she never had time for. They looked a little bit like baked potatoes, too. Their backs were open a little bit as though they had been sliced and left to cool, and steam was wafting out.

"Hippotatomus" Clem said to herself, feeling just a little bit clever. "Oh, shit" she said, still mostly to herself, as the closer of the two picked up speed and started to charge towards them. "Look out!" she shouted, as she ran past Juri and the man, the first Hippo thirty feet behind her and gaining speed.

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Hearing a voice answer his question Ed looked around unable to find whomever just talked because of the hat covering her head. Before he could ask the girl about the voice she told him to follow her. Turning to face Filia he saw something weird about her hair as she took off running. "Hey! Get back here!" Ed took off running after her. Ed followed Filia the best that he could and watched her pull herself into a train car. He pushed himself as the train started to leave and jump on at the last second. Facing Filia again he say that see was already asleep. Ed slowly walked to her side and looked at the back of her head to confirm what he saw. Just as I thought. Her hair has a mouth in it. Walking to the other side he sat down tried to get some sleep but could push all of the things that happened to him or what that girl might be out of his head.



Ed was woken from his sleep from a hard jarring from the train as it traveled down the tracks. Getting up and rubbing the back of his neck he noticed Filia was nowhere to be seen. Leaning his head out of the train he saw the world was now made of different kinds off food and Filia on top of a giant stack of pancakes. I haven't even been here a day and this place has broken some many laws of alchemy and physics I don't know where to start. I need to get to that girl. Maybe she can answer some of my questions about this place and her hair. Looking ahead he spotted a giant pile of ice cream and jumped into it. Landing with a squish in the dessert Ed made his way onto to the candy cane ground careful not to get anymore ice cream on him then necessary. He started running towards where he saw her eating. As he got closer he saw a giant taco creature rampaging about and what looked liked Filia running around a corner. Seeing she needed help ed put his hands together into a circle and placed them on the candy cane ground. Lightning came from the ground as it started to recede. Ed used the Carbohydrates of the sugar and hardened the carbon to form a makeshift sword. The sword Ed made was mostly white with a red line going down the middle of the blade and red swirls on the hilt with a red skull on it. Continuing hes pursuit of the taco creature Ed ran up to it and jumped at it from behind. Sticking his sword into his green pepper tail he held on as it kept charging.

Kyouko and Filia passed within inches of one another as the schoolgirl ran past and the magical girl stepped up. From the back of her head, Samson smirked. If a competitor was actually willing to risk her life to help out, good for her. With a smidgen of annoyance, however, Samson noted that his host had yet to stop running. ”Hold up, I wanna see this.” The crow-black hair whipped around, swiftly coagulating into a humanoid shape behind Filia that set down its own feet and lifted her off the ground. Now full-bodied, Samson crossed his arms, still wearing that fanged sneer of amusement. On the other side, Filia curled up into the fetal position, assuming a vaguely backpack-like shape while making it easier for Samson to move himself, and she pivoted her head to get a better view at the same time.

The pair watched, as eager to see the voracious and ferocious Tacodile knocked down a couple of pegs as they were to witness the capabilities of these new folks. Unfortunately, it didn't appear that the salmon-haired boy wanted to be of much use, but the girl unfurled a bladed whip and went to work. Unfortunately, a single, thin cut wouldn't bring down the rampaging Tacodile, and Kyouko barely managed to avoid the beast plowing straight into her. Instead, the massive jaws snapped shut on the Oreo road, ripping a huge chunk out of it. The next instant, a familiar face appeared—the haughty blonde guy Filia rescued from the slimy and malodorous confines of a dumpster just yesterday. When had he followed her? Parasite and host watched, yellow and red eyes wide and intrigued, as Ed leaped onto the monster's tail and buried a blade within the vegetable's verdant skin. Another roar issued from the Tacodile, and it span around, threatening to hurl Ed off into a building and squash Kyouko beneath a red pepper foot. At the same time, another combatant entered the scene: the psychotic masked man from yesterday, who wasted no time in riddling the Tacodile with an SMG, though his bullets of choice were more colorful than they were critical. Filia, meanwhile, spotted something useful. A nearby stop sign appeared to be made of buffalo wings, whose bones would suit a Trichobezoar excellently. Grinning widely at her good luck, she pointed it out to her partner. ”Samson! There!”

He understood immediately. With a single bound the parasite closed the distance before he let Filia down, deconstructed his body, and opened his mouth wide enough to crunch down on the entire stop sign. For a few seconds while the battle raged, he chewed with a bestial vigor, mashing meat, bone, and more into a single mass. Filia groaned all the while; Samson's activities weren't doing her intestines any favors. Finally, Samson puffed up, becoming a wad of sentient hair, complete with face and arms, twice as big as Filia herself. His ink-black cheeks bulged, and all at once he disgorged their contents with a cry of ”Hairball!”

A boulder-sized ball of bone, hair, and other debris shot from his mouth, straight at the Tacodile. With its focus on Ed and Kyouko, it wasn't aware of the incoming peril until the Trichobezoar tore into its side. Thanks to the monster's slag coating, the hole blasted through its midsection was both extra large and extra painful. Screeching in agonized rage, the Tacodile stumbled, but managed to keep its feet. Samson coughed out a few stray follicles and deflated to his normal size for Filia to turn around and face the threat. Though critically wounded, the beast not only lived still, but now threw itself around more powerfully than ever. Frightened, Filia dropped to the ground, and a fresh crop of Ringlet Spikes burrowed through the Oreo road to erupt beneath the Tacodile and drill into its feet, pinning it in place. “I've got it! Take it down!”



The immediate vibe given off by Juri furthered the interest DIO took in her. As her eyes swept over him, he returned the favor, examining every muscle and curve concluding that this individual would not suffice as mere sustenance or subservience. If possible, he would attempt to win her allegiance with nothing more than his charisma. At the very least, she seemed attracted to him, and he found himself not repulsed by it. More so than the Overlord, who the vampire judged to be nursing ambitions of his own, Juri struck him as the type who would be happy to serve as long as she could do what she pleased.

Her demonstration surprised him. No Stand manifested, and she did not seem to be employing the breathing tricks of Hamon users. From his reading, he knew that great martial artists of the east were able to harness their vital force, somewhat similarly to Hamon, in the form of chakra or ki, thereby enhancing their abilities far beyond mere those of an ordinary human. The force of the purple wave interested him in particular, for range constituted one of his only combat weaknesses. When she was through, he broke out into a wide, predatory, and perhaps even familiar smile. ”I can feel it within you...a lust for the intimate art of brutal combat. It would be my pleasure, and yours too, I think, to test our respective mettle against one another.”

At that moment, Clementine darted past them. Annoyed, DIO looked past Juri to see the approaching beast, and sighed to see another ridiculous, food-based abomination. Not displaying any further concern, he set one foot forward and waited for the starchy beast to come near. Mere milliseconds before the Hippotatomus would have trampled him, he lunged forward in an upward kick, sloppy in technique but terrifying in strength and speed, catching the animal beneath the jaw before hurling into the air, its head flopping around grotesquely. ”The World,” he coldly intoned, his face severe, and with a flash his Stand appeared. Of course, it wouldn't be visible to anyone else around here, but that did not hamper its effectiveness. ”Muda, muda, muda, muda!” he scorned, as The World unleashed a hail of upward blows into the airborne beast, punching out sections of potato and cheese with each vicious strike. Then, DIO held his arms out to the side, opened his palms, and clapped his hands together at great speed. Overhead, The World imitated the move, and the Hippotatomus exploded into a deluge of mashed potato that coated the cracker sidewalk and Oreo road like snow.

Of course, to Juri, Clementine, and any onlookers, it would have appeared that he'd destroyed the animal with telekinesis or some similar trick. DIO tilted his head toward Juri as his Stand disappeared, smiling again, and said, ”But isn't this a charming distraction? Such a pity that the other wretched creature is now alone. It would only be fitting if you reunited it with its friend, don't you think?”

"Oh, thank you."

A few other people had appeared, as Kino took the bento box from the black-haired boy, and caught the cookie tossed to her by the woman. She wasn't about to reject the free food, after all, even if she wasn't intending on eating it immediately.

"If everyone eats all this, aren't they going to get flat?" asked Hermes, half curious and half cautionary. Kino briefly looked at the motorrad for a few moments before laughing. Flat? Hermes had made some blunders before with sayings, but this was certainly a new one. Hermes, however, was less then pleased with Kino's reaction.

"If you're going to start laughing, at least explain why," asked the motorrad, indignantly. Taking a breath, Kino stopped laughing, and gave the vehicle a smile.

"That's fat, Hermes, not flat," she began, patting the motorrad's seat as she tucked the bento box in one of her bags. "And besides, I don't think anyone can eat all of this. This is a lot more than anyone could eat."

"Oh, that does make more sense."

Kino took a bite of the cookie as she took a step away from Hermes. Considering what the woman in blue had said, she decided the best option was simply to be wary of her surroundings. After all, there wasn't really anything else she could think of that could be done to prepare for creatures made entirely out of food.

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Kyouko lept to the side, swiftly avoiding the monster's foot as she did. Some other people, some crazy freaks or whatever, had joined in the fight. There was some guy with a sword, too, but she wasn't paying much attention to that. They could at least keep the monster distracted. Kyouko re-attached the links of her spear, jabbing when she could as the beast stomped around. The stupid thing had to have some part she could get a good hit in, it was made out of food...

"Just die already, you-" she was interrupted, however, when the beast stumbled, something huge blasting into its side and tearing a hole into it. She lept back as the food beast stumbled, to avoid the creature's pained staggering and trashing. But... it wasn't dead yet...!

She didn't need to hear the girl tell them to finish it off.

"It was dead the moment I saw it!" Kyouko declared, grinning, as she charged, rushing towards the beast's underside. Deftly dodging slamming feet, she swung her spear upward, burying the blade in the bottom of the monster's head. The parts of her spear separated once more, as she forced the blade up into the roaring beast's head, the shaft thrusting higher up inside. She swiftly turned and sprinted back out, wrenching the chain, shaft, and point forward.

Somewhat less satisfyingly then blood, various sauces splattered across the ground as Kyouko split the taco monster's head entirely in half down the middle.

She flicked her spear clean, then rested it on her shoulder, as the corpse fell sideways behind her with a resounding thud.

"What would you even call that thing?" Kyouko wondered, tilting her head to one side. She shrugged. "Besides 'kiddy monster movie reject'."

Juri, Roanapur

When DIO smiled at her impressed with her abilities, Juri's face flickered into a frown for just a moment. That smile was too much like M.Bison's for her to not reflexively frown. However, remembering that this person in front of her was not that man she had vowed her revenge on, Juri calmed down to return a sinister, seductive smirk of her own.

"You're ri--" Juri was about to say when Clementine passed between the two, and turned around to see one of the 'hippotatomus's' charging right at them. As she prepared to kill the massive potato beast, DIO had destroyed it with what looked to her to be telekinesis. Juri actually showed a bit of surprise at the suddenness of the potato beast's death. She wanted to know how he killed such a creature that fast.

"Huh," Juri crossed her arms, returning to smirking back at DIO. He suggested to kill the other one, which suited her well enough. She licked her lips sinisterly as her left eye flashed purple, and she ran towards the remaining 'hippotatomus' with blinding speed. With a flurry of kicks enhanced by the purplish ki of the Feng Shui Engine, the potato beast did not even have a chance to defend itself and exploded in its own deluge of mashed potato. However, unlike DIO's attack, Juri's was able to be seen by everyone. Once the purple light of her artificial eye fade, Juri looked annoyed at having gotten mashed potato on her pants. However, she turned back towards DIO and returned to having the sinister, sensual smirk back on her face.

"I can already tell that you know how to show a girl a good time!" Juri replied to DIO, figuring out already that he was the more powerful opponent, and stretching to prepare for the battle of her life. Should she still be there, Juri would only give a momentarily glance at Clementine with a look of dead seriousness on her face, the type of look that Clementine would translate as someone preparing to face zombies so that others may flee and survive. Mainly, it served as a cue for Clementine to run and save herself.

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