The last thing Kieri remembered before waking up in this strange new place was hell. A metaphorical one of course, she had never been to the real deal, but with how the Angels had been treated and the abundance of hostile demons around, it was a very close approximation. She had been captured, had this collar slapped on around her neck, and dragged off to a bar where she just knew she was to be killed, likely even due to her friend's best efforts. If she could call them friends anymore-she was certain you didn't give your friends a shot of ice magic to the chest and call them weak and stupid, but she had done it anyway.

And yet, now here she was. The sky was a light blue, just a shade or two lighter than her hair, and the grass she had woken up in was soft, a bit moist from dew, and swaying gently where her body didn't hold it down. She breathed shakily, both out of remembrance of where she had just come and being in this strange land as she staggered up to her feet.

She had intended to fly in order to get a better lay of the land, but she soon found herself grounded. A quick pair of fingertips to her neck and the burning sensation that came with it confirmed her worst fears-whoever or whatever was responsible for bringing her here, they had neglected to remove the brace the demons had slapped on to her. The brace itself sapped away her ability to use magic, to fly, and even to speak. Kieri gulped, glancing around. She either hoped to find a tree with a strong branch or a median to help her remove the brace. She'd even take a friendly demon of one was around.

As Kieri looked around, she noticed several places where the grass didn't stand up to its full height and sway in the breeze like the rest of it. She assumed quickly that these were others that were brought here, or maybe even the one who brought them together in the first place. Now whether or not these indents were fresh because those in the, had just woken up, or if they were still there Kieri didn't know. But she had to find out. Steeling herself, she walked over to the nearest once, a light smile forming on her face as the grass brushed against her knees as she walked. When she got to where she needed to be, she looked down, hoping to find someone.

Harvey Alibastor woke up with a start. The last thing he remembered was confronting a good friend in the middle of Rando Land. No, that was wrong. The last thing he actually remembered was that good friend's foot punching straight through his swim bladder. This was quite unusual.

Harvey flopped to his feet and took a moment to assess his situation. Brad was gone. So was Rando, and his army, and Terry, and Ajeet, and... her. As a matter of fact, everything was gone. The grim, blue clay and the harsh plateaus of Rando Land that had occupied so much of the landscape now... didn't. This was more of a wholesomely generic, almost entirely flat grassland. More of a plane than a plain, really. All in all, it was better than being kicked to death.

Someone was approaching him, and they weren't subtle about it. Harvey tightened his grip on Dandy Boy and slipped it out of its holster. Years of life in Olathe had trained Harvey's senses, and taught him exactly what one should do to any stranger casually walking up to you. Entirely failing to grin convincingly, Harvey casually aimed his gun at Kieri. It was time for an introduction!

This next part, as Harvey understood it, was vital to establishing your credibility as a lawyer. The famous "gunpoint pitch". First, it needed a show of force.

"Hold it, pal!" remarked Harvey, waggling his gun threateningly. "You could've run into a bad situation, sneaking up on someone like that!"

Harvey made a show of twirling his gun and lowering it, as he was taught to. Flourishes were as much a part of being a lawyer as actually working with clients.

"Harvey Alibastor: Attorney At Law. Prosecution, Defense, and Persecution, at all rates, at all times. My card--" Harvey expertly flicked a small cardboard rectangle into Kieri's hair. "feel free to contact me when you've got something that needs suing. Now that you know me, how's about you give me your name?"

Kieri had never really seen anything wrong in simply approaching someone. As long as it was from the front anyway-if someone snuck up on her, she's have a reaction similar to what Harvey had been havi at that moment. Kieri flinched when the fish whipped out gun. Mind you, she'd never seen a gun before, but she knew how others held their weapons. That was to say, with confidence.

Her eyes widened as Harvey went on his opening speech, knowing she probably wouldn't have been able to interrupt even if she had the ability to at this point. Kieri winced openly when he tossed his business card into her hair, plucking it out shortly afterwards to read it over as Harvey wrapped up his speech, only pausing with her new reading material when Harvey asked for her name.

Kieri glanced up at Harvey, biting her lip and gesturing to the brown brace around her neck. She dared not touch it, knowing the east amount of pain that would come with her touching it-it would interpret her as trying to remove the brace and inject pain throughout her body. The last time she had gotten one of these off, it had mostly been through pure luck. Now she had to rely on body language to communicate what she wanted to this strange fish man. At least there wouldn't be a language barrier once she got rid of this thing.

"Cowboy up, boys!" The Engineer shouts, running out of the spawn room on 2 Fort. Running down into the basement he begins work building. He sets up a defense and takes a second to step back and admire his work. He chuckles at the thought of the poor sap to walk right into his Semtry Gun trap. He walks over and throws down a toolbox, right next to the Intelligence he's supposed to be protecting, and out of it comes chair, 3 shelves of beer and a tiny umbrella. He smiles, sits down and closes his eyes for a second before taking a sip of beer. As he sits there he begins to doze off.

Suddenly a Medic runs into the room looking badly injured. "Engineer!" the medic shouts "Need a dispenser here!" The Engineer looks up at the doctor and points to the corner where the dispenser is. As he puts his head back down the medic yells it again "Dispenser, here!"

"Look, doc, it's in the corner," the engineer says sitting up, "If you want it you just need to walk o-"

The engineer is cut off by the medic yelling "Dispenser goes here!" and pointing in front of him. The engineer stands up and this point and walks over to the Medic.

"Doc, the damn thing is in the corner just walk 3 feet and you're th-" once again the engineer is cut off by the medic. "You know what? Fine, I'll moved the damned thing if it gets you outta here." the engineer says, walking over to the corner. "I swear, you Germans sometimes make me wanna..." the engineer pauses hearing the sound of electricity. "What in the... SPY'S SAPPIN' MY SENTRY!" he yells realizing what was happening, but before he could turn around he felt a sharp pain in his back and fell to the floor with a scream.

After respawning he heard the announcer's voice "The enemy has taken our intelligence!" she yells over the intercom.

The engineer sighs and steps out of spawn, however he pauses when he sees another teleporter on the ground. "Huh, guess I ain't the only engineer anymore." he walks up to it to see who it belongs to but can't find any names. "Thats odd," he says, and then notices the cursor is pointing in the direction of the intelligence. "It'll be easier and quicker than walking, let's do it." he says to himself stepping onto the teleporter. A bright light flashes like normally, but instead of standing on a teleporter on the other side, the engineer awakens on the ground in the middle of an area unknown to him.

"Well, this obviously ain't 2 fort, where the heck am I?" he asks, rubbing his head to try to ease the pain he woke up with for some reason. He quickly grabs his shotgun and pumps it, ready for anything that may await him here in this unknown place.

"You gonna answer me any time soon, or are you just gonna stand there? I gotta meet with someone I owe a few dozen things to." Harvey said, nonchalantly scratching his pectoral fin.

He's not talking, Harvey thought. Either he's got no vocal chords, or he's putting on an act. Either way, this guy wasn't happy with his situation.

Harvey considered Kieri's outfit. Loose-fitting dress, tight-fitting collar, breasts, weird hair, and makeup. Harvey wasn't a pessimist, but he could recognize what's going on here. This poor fellow was some sicko's boy-slave, dressed up like a literal angel and forced to stay silent. Harvey briefly glanced around the field, trying to find this boy's master. Nothing.

"Well, kid, I dunno what to tell ya. Guess your, uh... your man up and left you here, huh?"
Harvey had to admit that talking to Kieri was... awkward. After the Great White Flash, most people just completely gave up on women, even people convincingly dressed like one. Seeing someone dressed up like a pretty girl, especially someone so feminine-looking, was a bit of a shock. Whoever owned this kid, they were clearly old-school. Still, Harvey would need some help if he wanted to survive, especially since there'd definitely be people after him.

"Sucks hard, doesn't it? Here, how's about this?" Harvey fished around in his briefcase, and pulled out a decent-sized stack of well-used pornographic magazines. "Twenty Mags to buy your loyalty. Enough to buy some Potato Liquor and something strong enough to get that neck thing off. How's about it?"

Kieri did wince noticeably at Harvey's statement about her man leaving her. Really, it was the othe people way around, but the wound was still fresh for her. In her mind, she couldn't really see any way to recover what had been a wonderful thing...But that was for the best, really. Buwaro would've gotten hurt if he stuck around her.

What got a far greater rise out of Kieri was Harvey's offer. Her jaw dropped when she saw the cover of the top magazine in the stack and she jumped backwards, her pa,e face lighting up red. She had heard of these magazines before, but the angel had always thought them to be urban legends. Seeing them in person was startling to her, and gave her all the more motivation t get her message across. She gestured in a more animated fashion at her brace, making a few ripping motions. She ended up touching it a few times on accident, her hand quickly recoiling whenever this happened. She did nod enthusiastically in response to his words about getting the collar off however.

The sound of a clicking shot gun gave Kieri pause. She turned her head to face the source of the noise and saw a third figure in the distance. This one was human, so at least she could identify that much (she wasn't quite sure what Harvey was. The closest she could figure was a merman, but his appearance didn't quite click with the descriptions she had seen. She glanced around for a moment, eventually finding a wayward stone on the ground. She crouched down to pick it up before tossing it at the Engineer's feet to get his attention. Perhaps if she couldn't get her plea across to Harvey...

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Approaching the planet's atmosphere, Samus Aran finally wakes up in her gunship, getting her mind situated after what seemed to have been an eternal slumber. The last thing she could remember was the destruction of a space station, where she encountered what appeared to have been another Metroid hatchling, only to be taken away by once again a resurrected Meta Ridley. She has just felt the shockwave of the blast when she suddenly felt very numb and rather nauseous coming from out of the blue. The last thing the bounty hunter saw before she closed her eyes was the distortion of the stars as her ship jumps into hyperspace. Yet she didn't issue any coordinates into any location whatsoever...

Regardless, Samus finds herself in an uncharted part of space, fully unaware that she hasn't just jumped a star system... but rather a whole dimension away from her own! She flies her ship down to the planet's surface, the engines humming loudly as she boosts across the blue sky and over the vast and luscious green plains. Her ship could be heard for miles, with many on the ground noticing her gunship roaring through the sky. After a minute of searching, Samus finally finds a nice flat space on where to land. The ship hums as steams as it lands softly on the grass, opening a sliding hatch at the top of her ship.

From the hatch, the bounty hunter's Varia Suit gleams in the sunlight, her armor making her entire body shine for just a few seconds as she was lifted up by the elevator. With her visor, Samus scans the location around her, inspecting the land as far as the eye can see. Initially, she saw no signs of intelligent light, when suddenly a light beeping sound alerts her to activity going on to the east. Acknowledging the signal, Samus jumps down from her ship and begins slowly walking to the direction given.

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While Samus had a rather smooth landing on the planet's surface, there was one that wasn't as fortunate...

Several miles to the south, one can see the smoke coming out of a wrecked star fighter, a TIE Advanced x1 to be precise, as well as a large trail of kicked up dirt as it screeched to a halt.. It's entire right wing was completely wrecked, having large holes on its side, with some fire coming out of the mechanical wound. The rest of the ship was also not in prime condition, but regardless it wasn't as badly damaged compared to the wing. Regardless, it won't be getting off the ground anytime soon.

From atop the burning wreckage, a lone, dark figure stands ominously over the landscape. The only thing you can hear is the repeating sound of a breathing organism... imposing and mechanical. Lord Vader has happened to have yet another bad day, and by far was he not happy about it. Gripping his right hand into a tight fist out of pure hatred and anger, he remembers the battle that took place over Yavin. The Empire had finally located the secret rebel base hidden on Yavin's 4th moon, after setting a tracking device on a rebel ship known as the Millenium Falcon. In an attempt to utterly wipe out the remaining rebels, they called upon the stupendous might of the mighty Death Star, a moon-sized superweapon that can destroy an entire planet.

The rebels launched a daring assault on the battle station, in a one-time attempt to destroy it, which couldn't be done thanks to them having stolen the plans for said weapon. Vader piloted his personal TIE Advanced starfighter, flanked by two of his most elite pilots, as he attempted to protect the Death Star from the rebel threat. However, while he was targeting an X-Wing star fighter while down in one of the various trenches, the Sith Lord's craft was knocked out of the battlefield after an unknown laser shot struck both his flanking pilots, the impact having also damaged the wing. As he spun out of control, he saw a huge blast of light as it signified a rebel victory... and a devastating Imperial lost.

Before Vader would report this to his master and get his ship stabilized, he mysteriously went to light-speed, ultimately placing Vader into this unknown planet. If only he could sense how really... REALLY far away he is now. Vader hops down from atop his craft, his cape blocking out the sunlight as he lands rather softly on the ground. He then heads to the north-east, in an attempt to find a ship to get him off this planet and back to his master, Emperor Palpatine, despite what punishment that will await him there.

"Well, guess I gotta start walkin' someway, might as well be north..." The Engineer takes one step forward before suddenly hearing a rock fall to the ground behind him. With reflexes like lightning, he spins around and shoots behind him, only to see not a soul there. He looks around, confused and finds a rock at his feet and reaches down to pick it up. "That's odd, rocks don't just fall from the sky, so I wonder who threw it."

He looks up to see 2 figures in the distance. "Well, I sure am glad to see some people, maybe they know where in-" he stops after staring at the figures, a large fish thing and what appears to be an angel. He hesitates not knowing what those things are or their intentions, but decides to walk their way. "Only people for miles around and they're a giant fish and what I think can only be an angel." He continues walking "Good news, if they aren't friendly, looking at the fish I've got meals for a few days." he chuckles at his own joke. As he gets closer he sees the fish holding a stack of porno mags. "What even... Did someone switch my lenses with Pyrovision or something?" he takes off his goggles, wipes them off and looks at the scene in front of him, no difference without the goggles, so he puts them back on. "This is gonna be a long day." he says continuing on.

As he gets close, he readies his shotgun for anything that may happen. He scans the two things to see what they are. Thinking about it, seeing neither have a gun, he decides to take charge of the situation."Hey!" he shouts at them, drawing their attention, "Y'all better tell me where I am, else I got a shell with your name on it!" he hopes that they fall for it and tell him without a fight.

Jake....Susannah...Ka-tet...

The words floated ephemerally through the sleeping mind of the gunslinger. A restless sleep has overtaken him this night, but only after a long day of marching with his party, his ka-tet, dusk til' dawn. They walked the path of the bear reverse, in order to find what they were looking for. This night, no matter how ordinary it seemed, was destined to be different. Radiant rays shined warmly onto Roland's face; the light warmed his skin as he lay upon a patch of lush green grass.

Roland's eyes forced themselves open as his subconscious mind warned him of his foreign environment. His piercing blue eyes darted around his field of vision, revealing only the sky to him. Last he checked, he was sleeping under a tree-line with Jake, Eddie, and Susannah whom, upon sitting up to scan around him, he discovered were no longer present. The old gunslinger immediately performed a roll to a crouch from his prone position as deftly as any adept acrobat could. He would look up to see the powerful form of a starship lowering itself to the ground. From the bottom of the ship was lowered a tall figure clad in an impressive, and alien to Roland's eyes, suit of armor. A few feet away from the landed ship was another figure. A dark haired man who appeared to be armed with a sword much too large to perform in any kind of balanced duel. Today was already shaping up to be strange, and he had been awake for less than 2 minutes.

Suddenly aware that he had been in the open among possible adversaries for a second too long, Roland leaped horizontally as far as he could to the direction of the forest border where a group of bushes was situated. He would stretch his body out lengthwise and land into a deft roll as to place himself in the thickness of said bushes. From cover he would observe the two strange beings hoping that they had not seen him yet. Roland longed to know how he was taken from his ka-tet and where the hell he was, but he had a feeling Ka had brought him here for a reason, and all gunslingers knew that Ka was not to be questioned much.

The last thing that Ainz remembered is that he was in a meeting with the Floor Guardians, developing a plan on how to gather more information in the world he was in, and tuned out of the plan a few minutes after the meeting started. He never recalled of how he got outside of Nazarick, he assumed that it was some sort of Prank of the twins, but the twins would never do this. They were too afraid of doing something like this. Albedo and Shelltear would've gotten mad at them if they had. He stared hard at the skies before he gave a huff and laid there.

Figuring this would take too long, he needed more information of the New World that he was teleported to, he sat up. The first thing he noticed was that The Tomb of Nazarick was nowhere to be found, and again, he figured that it was still a prank. However, what changed his mind again, was that he heard someone. A few someone's really. He glanced at the few someone's, not really sure of how they've, or even himself, gotten there in the first place. He wasn't really to sure his they were going to react once they've seen him, he wasn't sure about anything now.

He had seen so much, yet he couldn't comprehend on how to perceive of the humanoid fish hybrid, the Angle he could, but the humanoid fish hybrid? He shook his head and laid back down in his imprint in the grass. He hoped that they wouldn't notice him, then again, he could cast a spell on himself to vanish, but that would be rude. The next best thing was to pretend to be asleep... He could do that... He can pretend, he... Remembered that his new body did not need what his former self needed. So, as long as he pretend to sleep, these fools can assume that he was either dead or sleeping. Well, he is dead to begin with, but that's beside the point.

Jumping from one reality to another and then to another was soo much for him to understand. He wanted to go back, back to his reality, but he would need to gather more information on how too first. Life wasn't fair for him, and it usually isn't fair to him to begin with.

Harvey watched closely as Kieri instigated his master plan of heaving small rocks at the only other person in the area. His plan seemed to bear fruit when that same person turned around and began raving to himself about angels and fish. It was obvious to Harvey that this poor man was a Joy-addled lunatic, which was only reinforced when he promptly pulled a gun out and tried to mug them.

Harvey had been in this situation several times before. In most cases, he'd wait for Brad or one of the other guys to kill them, then he'd rifle through their corpse for Mags. Harvey had a feeling that Kieri wouldn't be of much help in bringing him down, and that this guy wouldn't have anything worth taking anyway. Harvey realized that someone would need to defuse the situation. Someone with a knack for talking to people. Someone with a law degree.

Harvey pulled a random document out of his briefcase and staring intently at it. Away from the sight of the others, the document began rewriting itself. Extrauniversal mechanics, impossible to explain properly, worked tirelessly to forge a document that would seem entirely sensible to whoever read it. Harvey gave his paper a brief once-over and nodded firmly.

"Sorry, pal," Harvey said, tossing the paper over to the Engineer's feet. It sheared a few blades of grass short as it passed through them. "I'm under contract. Shooting me won't end well for either of us."

G'day, √ CLIENT / □ TARGET ;

We □ ENCOURAGE / √ WARN AGAINST you taking the initiative and expressing a √ CREDIBLE / □ COMICALLY INSIGNIFICANT threat to our □ TARGET / √ CLIENT :

Harvey Alibastor

While Mann Co. √ APPRECIATES / □ HEREBY BANS your intention of using Mann Co. products to perform this act of □ JUSTICE / √ SKULDUGGERY , Mann Co. explicitly wishes to let you know that this particular individual is □ AVAILABLE FOR A SIZABLE BOUNTY / √ UNDER OUR PROTECTION.

Please □ DO / √ DO NOT attack and/or kill this person, □ THE AGREED-UPON PAYMENT WILL BE IN THE MAIL / √ ON PAIN OF DEATH . Should you choose to □ FOLLOW / √ IGNORE this □ EXPLICIT ENCOURAGEMENT / √ DIRE WARNING , I will personally show my appreciation with □ A COMPLIMENTARY FRUIT BASKET / √ MY BARE HANDS .

√ SINCERELY / □ UP yours,

Harvey waved his hand nonchalantly, while secretly reaching for Dandy Boy, which he had hidden underneath his briefcase. "I'd strongly suggest you lower your gun, now." Harvey said, grinning pleasantly. "You don't want to upset the big guy, do you?"

To start with, Kieri was happy to see that her technique had gotten The Engineer's attention. Then he pulled out a weapon similar to what Harvey had done earlier and she jumped backwards. A fight was the last thing she needed right now, and she put her hands up apologetically and defensively. She gestured to her collar again in the hopes that The Engineer would understand.

Her eyes drifted away from the arguing human and fish man, briefly wondering what was on the document that Harvey had tossed at The Engineer's feet. Her wonder, however, soon turned to the rock she threw. There were several strange things about it-first of all, there was the fact that it was it was the only rock in sight. Usually, rocks were in clusters, with many of varying sizes all around. The second odd thing was its shape. It was triangular instead of rounded, and she hadn't noticed it or its odd orange coloration because she had been so focused on getting The Engineer's attention.

The third odd thing was that it was glowing.

Kieri watched with wide eyes as the stone she had tossed glowed brightly, starting to rise into the air, higher than she stood. Her jaw slacked as a humanoid form started to emerge. At first, it was featureless, having only a large body shape to go off of, but soon features started to emerge, like wild, long hair, a muscular stature, and orange skin to match the stone the person had emerged from.

When the regeneration was complete, Jasper landed on her feet with a thud, her eyes closed as the final moments before being sent back into her gem replayed in her head. She was where she had been created, raising her own army to destroy Rose Quartz and everything else on that miserable planet, when Rose had shown up with two of her lackies. She fused with one of them and...

Jasper grit her teeth, letting out an almost feral growl. Blue splotches started appearing on her arm, some of her joints becoming more and more jagged. After a moment, she took a few deep breaths. 'I am Jasper, I will not be beaten by some measly second hand corruption!' She shouted over and over again in her head. Slowly, the corruption faded, and she was whole again. This was something she'd have to keep in check going forward, she noted to herself.

When Jasper finally opened her eyes, she quickly deducted two things-one, she wasn't on Earth anymore, as Earth's sky wasn't covered in clouds to this degree and the atmosphere felt wrong. Two, the reason behind this was that she had likely been kidnapped. She glanced around at the figures in front of her. She dismissed the human outright, knowing there wasn't one in existence that could drag her away from where she wanted to be. The girl was ruled out quickly too, as she looked too meek to even try such a thing in the first place. That only left Harvey.

Kieri watched intently as Jasped bowed her head slowly, hoping against hope that maybe this would be a peaceful meeting. These hopes were dashed when Jasper whipped her head back up and, in a flash of light, had summoned a battle helmet, her dusty orange eyes suddenly having some fire to them.

Jasper charged forwards, barreling past The Engineer and grappling Harvey by his bow tie, lifting him up before skidding to a stop. Her grip was strong, and her grimace was menacing. "I won't mince words," she said, a perpetual growl in her tone "if you're the one who brought me here, send me back now. And if you're not...I won't mind some easy prey." She finished with a sick grin.

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As soon as Samus was several meters away from her ship, she suddenly hears someone call out her presence from a good distance away. By cautious instinct, the bounty hunter swiftly points in the direction of where she heard the call. She didn't know if it was a call of battle or in regards of a friendly native. Who she saw was a man, a human male, carrying what appears to be a giant sword... a very FAMILIAR giant sword. The man seemed friendly however, asking her if she had seen a somebody named Cloud Strife.

Cloud Strife... that name sounded familiar. In fact, it sounded way too familiar for her. Didn't she fight him at one point in a little tournament known simply as "The Super Smash Bros. Tournament?"

Indeed, this tournament was incredibly popular and well known through a certain region of the Multiverse. Every few years or so, a dimension owned by a mysterious company known as "Nintendo", announce a competition for a select few universes to send out their best candidates to fight one another in a friendly, but very competitive, tournament (with smaller competitions happening annually). These fighters include: Super Mario, his brother Luigi, Link, Pikachu, Fox, and a whole roster of powerful fighters, have almost 60 by the previous 2014 event. Samus had participated in all four major competitions, having won a bronze medal in the first and was placed in the top 10 in both the second (as in her armor), and in the fourth (being in 8th in her Zero-Suit). She has yet to get a gold medal as of current.

But in the fourth and most recent tournament, rumors had been going around that seven new fighters, some old, some brand new, have been accepted to compete in the Smash Tournament. They included returning fighters such as Lucas and Roy, as well as some new fighters like Ryu and even Bayonetta. And one of those new fighters... was Cloud Strife, a powerhouse that has managed to get himself up in the Top 10 (some sources having declared him as #1, while some declared him #2).

Regardless, the name did indeed ring a bell to Samus' mind. However, she didn't trust this guy. She suspects him in being a doppelganger in disguise, with her own experiences coming from SA-X and Dark Samus respectively. Yet she has no reason in shooting him at this very moment, but however refuses to acknowledge any knowledge regarding Cloud's existence. After all, the two don't even live in the same universe anyways. She looks upon Zack in caution, having just realized that he was even taller than Strife, almost matching her own as well, still aiming her cannon at his face for safety precautions.

"Identify yourself." Samus responds, her helmet masking her voice as more masculine than femmine, still keeping her stance as she awaits for a response.

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Vader's cybernetic legs allowed the Sith to walk or run for miles without tiring for long periods of time as he continues to search the vast plains for any signs of life. It would only be after walking for some time northwards where he suddenly catches a glimpse of a very odd life form, that person being Ainz. From where he was, about 80 meters behind, Vader suspected him to be taller than him, but that wasn't even the most odd thing about him. He appeared to be a living skeleton, covered with a huge robe, with two giant bone horns coming from his shoulders horizontally. And through the force, he senses a heavy atmosphere of dark magic oozing from him. This lifeform was unlike anything he has encountered before... even more bizarre then The Ones, which he, his old master, and "padawan" encountered on Mortis back in the Clone Wars. And that was already making a bold statement.

But he did not fear this dark-one. Vader has seen and fought much worse, slaughtered hundreds on jedi, and spread terror across the galaxy with an iron fist. He needs answers on where he is and why. Surely he should know. He walks towards the being known as Ainz, his breathing getting louder to his ears the closer he gets. It should already have alerted him by the time Vader was merely 25 meters away...

Harvey felt something hit him. It was large and masculine. It growled at him about "easy prey". It wasn't exactly unfamiliar.

"Sonny!" Harvey exclaimed. "You're-- oh, wait, you're not Sonny."
It was at that point that the thin bowtie Jasper was grappling Harvey with broke, as small pieces of fabric holding up over fifty pounds do. Harvey dropped to the floor, trailing a cloud of business cards.
"Sorry about the mistaken identity, pal," Harvey said, barely hiding his nervousness. He snatched a business card out of the air and thrust it towards Jasper. "Harvey Alibastor: Attorney At Law. Offense, Defense, Good Prices, All Times, whatever."

Harvey assessed Jasper. He was wearing a leotard, had wild hair, and wore makeup. This was, of course, a wrestler. Probably someone upset about the... well, the upset Brad caused at the Eternal Wrestling Championship. However, they did want to leave the area, and needed advice on how to do so. Harvey could help with that. At least, he could pretend to help with that.
"I definitely know the way out," Harvey lied, "but it's not going to be easy. I made sure of it. You're gonna have to go up there." Harvey pointed straight up, into the clouds. "Get all the way up there, and you'll be outta here."

Harvey's face was mostly expressionless. Of course, being a fish, he couldn't exactly make any facial expressions. However, Harvey's gill covers flared wildly, and his pelvic fins quivered noticeably. He hoped Jasper would trust him. Who couldn't trust him?

Still laying in the grass, the sound of harsh breathing caught Ainz's attention, but when he sat up again to see it was coming from a dark cladded figure. He was sure that this person was from a fictional franchise before he was teleported to the New World, but he wasn't too sure.

Being the cautious person that he is, Ainz finally rose from where he sat, and stood much taller than the figure that was approaching him, closer to seven feet tall. He subconsciously activated a ring, which rested on his right index, that shrouded his figure in a faint red aura. He wanted to intimidate this one, he continue to watch this new being through the empty eye sockets.

He remained silent as the figure was less than ten meters from him. He put on his best front, making his voice deeper. He waited till the figure known as Vader, came within speaking range.

"Remain where you are, and I won't set off the traps around me." Ainz stated boldly.

Obviously this was a bluff, however, if the being came any closer, he held his staff ready for an attack of any sort that may come towards him.

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As soon as Vader was roughly ten meters from this strange fellow, the skeleton wizard turned to face him. In addition, he issued a bold "warning", mentioning about some traps that were supposably located around him. But Vader is unfazed by his little warning, as well as being able to hear some bluff in such response. It would be here where Vader would usually begin strangling his victim, but alas he remains polite for the time being as he looks at Ainz dead-straight in the eyes.

"I have no quarrel with you." he replies in a deep dark voice, "Simply provide me the info on what planet I have landed in, and the star system that am I located in. That is all."

What planet... Star system? Ainz thought to himself, I'm pretty sure that he has hit head pretty hard... Or from that franchise... Then again I could be wrong.

Ainz was damn sure that this fellow knew he was bluffing, but he didn't underestimated the man. For all he knew, he could've been one of the PKers from the video game, but with the way that he spoke, he highly doubted that possibility.

"I am not so sure of that myself. As you can see," pointed to how he was dressed, "I am not of this world. I would like to know myself."

He noted that the man was unfazed of how his appearance is, did not scream or made a snarky comment towards him. He ruled out the possibility that this man was not from the game that he came to love. The possibilities were endless, and it made his head spin a little, not that he shown his discomfort to the other man.

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The Engineer watches Harvey toss the paper at him, but doesn't lower his guard. A few seconds pass and the Engineer peaks at the paper and sees stamped on it "Mann Co." He decides to holster his shotgun, and slings it over his back, but quickly pulls his pistol out. Not breaking eye contact with Harvey, he slowly began to reach for the paper but then heard a noise, almost a voice. Before he could react, however, Jasper came barreling past him, knocking him face first onto the ground. After a few seconds the engineer sits up and sees Jasper holding Harvey. "Well, it doesn't look like he's my meal anymore." he says to himself quietly before seeing that the paper lies right I front of him."Let's see here," he mumbles to himself as he picks it up to read, "Client Harvey Alibastor... Do not kill... Under protection... Yada yada yada, Saxton Hale."

"Damn it!" the engineer whispers looking at the giant rock creature. "If he dies there goes my paycheck!" he jumps up and points the shotgun at the creature holding Harvey but then hesitates "That thing wouldn't feel a thing from a shotgun... Maybe it'll feel a rocket!" he exclaims, pulling out his construction PDA. He presses a few buttons and he pulls a toolbox out, almost out of thin air, and puts it down. The top of the toolbox flies open and the sides fall down, out of it a sentry forms. Slowly the engineer begins hitting it and eventually the sentry is as tall as him, 2 miniguns and a box with 4 rocket launchers on top. The sentry aims at Jasper, awaiting the Engineer's command to open fire.

The engineer pauses and looks between the sentry and Jasper. "As strong as my sentry may be... I don't think it'll do too much to that- that thing." He readies his aim at the creature holding his paycheck "If I can't kill it, try to get it to backdown." he says to himself before he yells. "HEY BIG RED AND UGLY!" he yells off at Jasper whil simultaneously firing off a warning shot from his gun, "YOU BEST BE PUTTIN DOWN MY PAYCHECK, ELSE I'M GONNA BLOW THAT DUMB LOOK RIGHT OFF YOUR STUPID FACE! " the engineer sweats a little knowing if the creature takes him up on the challenge he most likely can't back it up, yet holds his aim on Jasper waiting. "IF YOU'D BE WISE WNOUGH TO PUT HIM DOWN THERE WILL BE NO VIOLENCE NEEDED!"

Upon Harvey's bow tie snapping off of his body, Jasper tossed it aside callously. She did the same to the business card Harvey handed her after taking only a moment to glance at it. She glared down at the fish man, following his point skywards with passively. She blew a bit of hair out of her face before glaring back down at Harvey.

"You think I don't know you've taken me to another planet," Jasper spat before grinning darkly "I admit, I'm impressed you managed to retrieve my gem from Rose Quartz's clutches to bring me here...But I suggest you take me to your ship, set a course for Earth, and drop me off so I can finish what I star-"

Jasper was cut off mid rant by The Engineer's shot gun blast. She glanced casually over her shoulder to see the machine this human had built. At least he wasn't naive enough to come at her with his puny rifle, she'd give him that. That turret looked like it could actually leave some scuff marks on her form. Jasper smirked. She liked a challenge.

"Wait here." Jasper said to Harvey, turning her back on the fish man and advancing on The Engineer and his machine with a slow, menacing stride.

Kieri had been watching with baited interest as The Engineer's machinery came together, her eyes widening a little each time it advanced past another stage, and all from hitting it with a simple looking pipe wrench. Astonishing. That fascination ended however when The Engineer decided to go the route of getting Jasper's attention instead of simply deciding to blindside her.

Kieri watched with noted fear in her eyes as Jasper approached, knowing that as she was right now she was useless in a fight. And useless people in a fight usually ended up getting killed. It wasn't as if Kieri thought she didn't deserve death, but she wasn't particularly interested in doing so today. She tapped The Engineer on the shoulder, knowing this would likely be her last chance to get this brace off of her before it all went down, so she kept it simple. Kieri pointed at him, then herself, then made a ripping motion towards her brace. She really didn't think she could make it any simpler.

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The last thing York could remember was crashing his car.

Not that he was a bad driver-it had been raining heavily at night when the crash happened, and he had been going down a rural road with no street lights. What that spirit was thinking, crossing the road at that hour wi that weather, he'd never know. York didn't pretend he understood the whims of the Paranormal one hundred percent of the time. Though perhaps, he would concede, it didn't help he was also on his cellphone at the time. And using one hand to go through old case files on his laptop.

What was odd to York, however, was that he felt no pain. For a moment, he thought he had died, though he dismissed that thought out right when he remembered he had been wearing his seat belt when the crash happened. If that thing didn't keep his soul bound to his body, what would?

York then opened his eyes slowly. Once he did, he moved on to his second hypothesis, which was that he was comatose. He was in some woods, yes, but it didn't look like the frosty, rural woods just outside Greenvale he had been driving through. Rather, they looked like the woods one would find on a nature trail; green, serene, and quiet. Too quiet. And he still felt no pain.

"Zach...Can you hear me?" York murmured, waiting patiently for Zach's response. A light knocking noise in his head confirmed he was still there. "Ahh, good...I was worried for a second. I suppose if you're here, I'm not in a coma then...That just raises another question. Where are we Zach?"

Shortly thereafter, York got to his feet, glancing around his environment slowly before his eyes found another sentient being. A man who looked to be straight out of a spaghetti western, cowboy hat and all, crouching behind a set of bushes, clearly looking at something or someone. Zach quickly confirmed to York that he wasn't a paranormal vision, meaning if York played his cards right he wouldn't make an enemy out of this man.

"Not that my chances are that great to begin with." York muttered to himself, approaching the man. York had two options now. The first option would be to stay silent and stealthy, sneaking up alongside Roland and crouching next to him to see exactly what he was scouting out, get a feel if what he was looking at was dangerous enough to warrant hiding.

The second option, however, involved him getting to smoke. He went with that instead.

"Time to greet the welcome wagon, eh Zack?" York said with a chuckle, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and shaking it, a cigarette that looked like it had been lit up a few times popping out. York placed it in his mouth before whipping out his lighter, the metallic clicking noise it made more than enou to alert Roland to his location. York wasn't phased by this however, and simply lit his cigarette before speaking.

"Evening," he started, pausing to take a quick drag of his cigarette "or perhaps morning. My sense of time is a bit off balance at the moment."