Zin kept her eyes on Vesta letting them roam from both Vesta's great bosom to her mouth Zin then noticed that the silver-haired woman looked annoyed or angry. The dragon woman held back jumping on Vesta a second time she wanted to give her a hug an attempt to make her smile, but for now, she needed to see if Vesta was worthy of her. Vesta spoke of them being different, and the whole meaning Vesta was trying to say by being different flew over Zin's head." Of course, we're different Vesta. I'm taller, have scales across my body, and horns on my head, I know we're different plus I shoot fire from my mouth that's another thing."

Zin pointed out many distinct features Zin had to prove they weren't the same. When Vesta said that they would need to fight elsewhere because of the garden, Zin looked back to where she landed and realized that she crushed a small dozen of roses with her feet and knees, she then saw that she made a thin trail of fertilizer leading to Vesta. Zin kept herself quiet and wondered how Vesta didn't notice the flowers crushed or that Zin was the cause of it, the dragon woman seemed momentarily flummoxed by Vesta's obliviousness as she spoke about going to the training ground.

As Vesta escorted Zin to the training ground, Zin locked her eyes on Vesta's bottom and even fought her hands back from reaching for it and giving her a good squeeze on her bottom. When they were at the training field, Zin felt as if the place seemed off to her, it was long and a flat piece of land. Once Vesta told her whenever she's ready, Zin lifted up her foot, showing the silver-haired woman the bottom of her foot, revealing several petals clinging to the bottom of her boot, most likely from the garden that Vesta attempted to protect, Zin then said." After you." As if she knew it would anger Vesta." Tame me." She told her.

Vesta Celestia

Vesta blinked a couple of times, watching the rose petal's slowly fall to the ground from Zin's boot. She didn't even bother making a retort or even acknowledging Zin's taunt. Instead she simply got down on one knee, placing her hand gently on the ground as as did.
"Don't blame me if you die." Was all Vesta said now as the ground began to shake. Vesta held her position for a moment, pretty much just staring down Zin to see if she would make a move. If she attacked Vesta head on, pillars would erupt out of the ground and stop any advance or attack directed towards Vesta. But that was only if she decided to attack.
Otherwise now a large chunk of earth was now ripped up and thrown towards Zin at a startling pace. Suffice to say it was big enough to crush the dragon woman with no problems if she didn't manage to avoid it or destroy it.
And even if she did, Vesta would follow up with more chunks of earth and maybe throw in the odd human sized rock or seven.

"I see. In that case you're speaking with the right Celestia. My speciality just happens to be wind magic." Vivi responded, her calm voice having a hint of pride to it. While she wasn't anywhere near as proud as the rest of her family, she still had quite a bit of pride when it came to her speed.
Soon after saying that however the ground shook ominously. While most people would be shocked by the ground shaking, Vivi instead sighed loudly.
"...I know exactly where she is. Follow me." Vivi turned on her heel and re-entered the complex, stopping momentarily to gesture them to follow. It didn't take a rocket scientist to work out who that shake was caused by if they were familiar with Vesta enough.
And Vivi, as her sister, was obviously quite familiar with her older sisters magic and habits. There were rarely any proper earthquakes in Luganica, 99% percent of them were usually caused by Vesta. The other 1%? Other earth mages usually.
She simply just had to take the two orcs to the training grounds. It would be quicker if she took them rather than let them go as she knew exactly where they were. She didn't even need to use magic to find her quickly, which Vivi was admittedly a little disappointed with.
So assuming the orcs would follow, Vivi made a beeline for the training grounds out the very back of the complex. It would take about fifteen minutes to walk from the front gate to the training grounds at Vivi's pace; however she was unsure if the two orcs would be able to keep up.

Though he wasn't one to let pride get the better of him, hearing his goal in life be praised and called admirable did make his chest swell with a pride for a few moments before returning to his usual self. "I am a stubborn person, I will not give up until I do become a knight, no matter if I become one next year or in 80 years." he said to Malakaus, now truly considering him a friend, however, before he could speak any further, the ground started to shake from an earthquake that seemingly came out of nowhere.

'An earthquake... now?' the orc thought as the ground shook. 'No, this isn't an earthquake... maybe an attack?' he thought. If this were to be an attack, then not only could that help him with his proposal, but it could also help him display his battle prowess and though he disliked fighting for no reason, he would lie to himself if he didn't hope that this would be a fight. However, at the look of the young girl before and the near complete lack of alarm in her expression or voice suggested that either attacks upon the manor were common, or that this was merely only... training.

If this was training, then the one causing the earthquake must have been strong to cause it. He would enjoy speaking to such a powerful person... who knows maybe he would be lucky enough to maybe be able to spar with the user of this powerful magic. Though he didn't know it, Orgos' excitement spread to his face as his cool demeamnor turned into a excited smile. To add to it, the younger girl before was able to run at a very fast pace, well, she had the aid of wind magic, however, with the years he spent stalking prey and chasing it when an ambush failed gave him strong muscles and quite a bit of endurance. Though it was clear that he wasn't as fast enough as Vivi, he was able to keep her in his sights for long enough for him to reach what he assumed to be some sort of training ground.

What he saw there was a duel, but not one like he usually pictured it. The girl he saw before, Vesta, was tossing large boulders at what seemed to be a female dragon easily as tall as himself. If not for the calm Vivi, he would have guessed that the dragon was a intruder and he would have fought her, however, trying to be as calm as possible, he asked Vivi.

"My lady, who is that female?" he asked, glancing at the female dragon who seemed like she would be crushed by the boulders that Vesta was launching.

”I was just about to grab some food as well. I believe I heard them over here, if you’ll follow me.” Said the armored elven woman, standing up from her seat and walking towards the other lady who announced something about lunch. Tundo, the wolf spirit turned to Blanc, gesturing her to follow him and the armored lady. Seeing as how she didn't give the "rude" treatment to Blanc and her contracted spirit it would mean they were making progress.

The snow elf gulped and followed along, hands clasped behind her back as her companion was in front of her, following wherever the woman was taking them. With each few steps, her stomach would growl rather loudly, getting eyes from several of the folk around the tavern. Most of them were humans, and are shaking their head from how "shameless" she was. Outright just admitting she was hungry. This was apparently one of the many ways they bully Elves.

With a sad sigh, she would raise the cowl over her head and look down at the floor in shame. Tundo looked like he was about to explode at the many false judges around them, turning back to Atisha with a controlled growl. "How much longer, madam? My Lady is currently distressed not by her belly, but by the people around."

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As Vesta began to waste time getting angry and readying her first move by making the ground shake, Zin simply took in a large breath of air, but instead of breathing out a large stream of fire. Zin closed her mouth, and smoke began pouring out of her nose and the sides of her lips, her skin began to redden almost like a beet. While Vesta finally attacked with a simple, but giant rock, Zin just balled up one of her fists and punched the rock into pieces, Zin's fist felt bare and filled with more pain thank usual as she shook her fist." You're slow." She told Vesta as a puff of smoke escaped her mouth.

After taunting Vesta once again, Zin began running towards Vesta closing the gap between them both quickly, soon more chunks of earth attempted to stop the dragon woman they only succeeded in slowing her down as she punched another with her opposite hand and head butted another before she was face to face with Vesta. Once they were face to face, Zin quickly gave the Celestia woman a kiss on the nose instead of attacking her, just as Orcs ? Accompanied by a girl arrived on the training grounds completely distracting Zin from Vesta. The girl looked somewhat liked Vesta but shorter with an odd tinge of color in her hair. " Vesta there's a smaller you over there !" She pointed to Vivi.

'So tired...'

Emile is barely awake to respond, her mind steadily succumbing to the urge to sleep. Her eyes shut, and her head bobs steadily, as though she's about to pass out. A little rest couldn't hurt, right?

...

Wrong.

Grian shakes her awake, and her eyes, half-lidded and glazed, register her newfound teddy bear standing up in the direction of a rising sun. At hearing the prospect of being carried, Emile almost immediately gets to her feet, and stands on the bench in which they both almost fell asleep on, crashing against her teddy like a brick. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, head finding it's place nuzzling against Grian's neck. "Don't worry... I'll make it..." She yawns, eyes closed, disposition calm. As her breathing calms it becomes clear that what she said wasn't likely going to happen.

She's asleep.

Screaming and yelling was going on outside and through the building. Aya looked around in confusion to what was going on and moved the sheets from herself a little. She only wore her underwear so that must have meant someone had undressed her. Aya glanced around the room to see if her clothes were anywhere near. From the corner of her eyes she could see her white dress and shoes at a nearby chair in the corner of the room. Aya glanced around her once more and lifted her feet from the bed with the sheets clinging to her bare body. With quick steps she sprinted off towards the chair, everything was going all right. Mission rescue the girl in distress was going according to plan till now.

A loud knocking was heard on the door as she was sprinting. She turned her head towards the door in terror. Her whole facial expression stiffened as she hoped for the person not to come in right now. Being distracted she felt her feet get stuck in the sheets, with a loud tud and a yelp she slid over the floor but did not falter. Aya felt her head for a moment as she quickly went back into action and reached out for the chair. Aya glanced to the side of her after hearing something small and saw the giant moving towards the front door. The look of dead was on her face. Was he the one that put her in this situation! It was not far now! Aya kicked herself over towards the chair a little as she could almost reach. Her bra could show a little as she grabbed the piece of cloth and janked it beneath the sheets. Only ruffling was heard from under the sheets.

Aya jumped up from under the sheets with a bedhead still



With an irritated look she continued putting on her socks and made her hair nice again in the mirror. With an annoyed look she strode past Dante and Heinrich eying them both for a moment.





Shiina was slowly reading in a book she had gotten from Maria her shelf as she sipped her tea lightly. The book was about the history of the iron bells which she had found out to be at right now. Her head turned at the sound of the door opening to notice Maria standing in it and looked right at her. With a deadpan expression she stared at Maria, her head was slightly angled towards the book she was reading just now.



Shiina kept quiet as Maria introduced herself and let her know that she was giving some of her time to Shiina right now.



She stared at Maria not really displaying any sort of emotion on her face. A heavy growl came after that notifying that Shiina had to eat. Shiina looked down at her belly and moved her hand onto it as she muttered to herself.





The bald man from last night came downstairs first greeting everyone to which Yoshinobu greeted him back with a warm kind smile on her face.



After that Ease came downstairs too to join the fray.



Ease was mentioning how Yoshi was making her well famed bacon with eggs.



Yoshinobu was swinging with the spattle she was holding to flip the eggs acting really fluttered and such. Anyone could tell it was an act. Then the gloom came into the tavern. A large horned man came over towards the counter of the tavern handing Yoshinobu 2 coins enough for two ales. With a bit of a surprised face she looked at the man.



After that a hooded figure with a mask came in and did basically the same... Talk about rude!



Yoshinobu moved towards the bar and poured 3 beers, it was a little odd to do such a thing in the morning but she was kind of used to it after having met Kondo. Yoshinobu moved over to the two tables they were sitting at and placed the mugs at the tables.



Ease stood up and got over to the new guys that were drinking as he walked past Yoshinobu.



The hooded girl immediately ordered a new one. This was gonna be a pain. Yoshinobu gave a little bit of a bothered smile and poured a new one for her.

Yoshinobu sat back down at the table Kondo sat at and noted that the giant was downstairs now too.









Yoshinobu shyly brushed a hand over the back of her head making the hairs playfully move around behind her as she gave off a kind smile.

Alexander Sky

First, an investigator must lay out the facts.

He, after the plane crash, had ended up in a medieval-esque city, having only his solar-powered Kindle, the clothes on his back, a camera phone, and most importantly, his trusted Kalis, although it had been in the cargo hold of the plane when he had died. There was no sight of any modern technology, which would be present in even the most 'faithful' reconstruction of a medieval European city. Then, after a few rounds of wandering around the commerce district, just observing the habits, customs, speech, and of course, type of coinage used by the people, he had been cornerned by some footpads who wanted to grab his Kalis.

They had killed him, and that should have been the end of that. But, after a soul-harrowing ordeal through an eldritch dimension even he couldn't or didn't want to properly describe, he had returned where he was at 10 AM, Lugnica Time (there was a giant clockwork watch in the vicinty), with someone asking him a question he had brushed off aside last 'go':

"Are you a sellsword or something?"

This time, instead of disregarding the question, Alexander decided to lie, or, to ease his concsience, spin off a cover story.

"Yes, yes I am. I'm a bit of a novice, though, I'm seeking a master." This worked, and Alexander was sent off to a local mercenary guild that was looking for new members. Of course, he had to deal with the mercs poking fun at his' being a novice, but as soon as he proved his willingness to learn, they decided to provisionally allow him into their ranks. After that were a few expeditions to take care of monsters and beasts, which desentizized Alexander to the idea of killing to the point that when it was time to tackle bandits, he was able to do a satisfactory job of killing.

That was a few months ago.

The mercenary guild had offered to let him on as a permanent member, but Alexander had refused diplomatically, saying:

"Ah, there's something I'm looking for, someone I went to the Capital to find." He left enough hints to imply that it was a long-lost relative, so as to make it more understandable. That didn't change the fact that there were people he was looking for; he had seen people here that looked like missing people from Earth, and a few who may have worn Earth clothes at one time. This was a mystery that waited to be solved, and he'd been in enough taverns with the mercs to know that information and rumors were to be found there, and so the moment he had said his amicable goodbyes to the merc guild's master, he went to the nearest tavern. And the first person he gazed at was someone whose clothes and hair were Lugnican enough to deceive even a cursory glance from Alexander; it was 'Ease'.

Of course, looking at the blond man's eyes and expression, Alexander instinctively knew not to talk to him, nor the armored woman whom he was apparently talking to. Instead, the young man looked for other...interesting people, finding a large, possibly non-human man in armor that fully covered his body and who carried a Divine Blessing that, to his eyes, gave off a relatively weak silver glow and a short young man with two bright white and gold blessings that caused Alexander's eyes to strain. Nevertheless, he went to the two of them and said, first to the man in armor who, upon closer observation, carried a bow and lacked melee weapons:

"Hello there, good-looking," no, Alexander did not know that Ollie liked men 'sometimes'. He was guessing, and furthermore was taking advantage of the fact that sexual mores seemed to be looser in Lugnica than they were in actual Medieval Europe.

"So, what are you two talking about?" he then turned to Aleph, the short man only partially armored, and who, to Alexander's eyes, seemed to be largely depressed. "As for me, I'm seeking a job and people to have a job with, as well as to find out more about this here country; I came to the capital from a distant land." If they (and Ease) would observe him, they would see that Alexander wore a breastplate of steel without shoulder guards, and had a shield and his Kalis strapped to his back, and was furthermore clad in a Lugnican shirt and trousers, as well as tough leather boots. He also had a pack set down to the floor that contained some food and water, his Kindle and phone, and his old Earth clothes.

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Those few seconds simply staring at the elf...to most, it would just be about 5 seconds of some weirdo eyeing an armored woman looking like he'd seen a ghost for some reason. To Ease? It felt like agonizing hours as his brained tried rationalizing that he was seeing a ghost. Just...A living ghost. What the hell was going on? Can she resurrect too? Is this some sorta twin? No, she looked way too much like the woman's corpse yesterday. How did he never notice her in the kingdom till now? Just who and what was this woman?!

On top of that, that scene...that goddamned scene. Stabbed bodies strewn about the area. A dead knight who previously was part of the reason a strong as hell magical woman stopped. A blanketed and confused knight. Other knights stabbed and/or on fire. Most of the architecture? It was just either on fire or burning too, as if the entire area was made out of goddamn brimstone. Civilians seemed to have tried to rip each other apart for some in vain reason as well, as though this was the necessary step. Then finally...the stabbed elf. Instead of just being a simple corpse like the rest of them, it was far different. It felt like it was...continually shifting between the very obviously alive elf before him and the corpse of one he saw previously. The broken armor, yet now in one piece...The face blood covered but was actually clean and fairly uninjured. The general smell of her blood as opposed to the current, familiar and obvious smell of alcohol that was really in his nose. Why the hell...Why the hell was this happening?! And more importantly why...why did he-?

With in an instant, everything went back to normal. Like nothing happened.

After those about 5 or 6 seconds, his brain finally snapped back into place. It almost looked like someone had just snapped out of a hypnotic trance that held him for so long. He barely even noticed how his breathing suddenly just...stopped until his lungs finally told him to do so again. Wait, didn't Blanc ask something? Or the wolf...thing that was next to her. Oh yeah...Forgot about the wolf, huh? If it wasn't for seeing it yesterday, he might've actually been freaked out a bit. Thankfully those...horrifying memories have the benefit of him remembering the people who were there. Anyway, it seemed like he forgot what they asked. "Sorry Blanc...What did you guys a-?"

As if to completely cut off his question, Blanc's growling belly instead was heard. Instead of laughing it off, he mentality went more towards just an almost bored sounding voice of "Oooookay..." Again, did not have the mental capacity for this shit at the moment.

Strangely enough, the familiar elf, instead of simply sheepishly chuckling from the stomach roar, actually sheepishly cowered back while putting her hood on...Why? He took but one glance around the bar to realize why. A few of the patrons looked at her with pure shame and scorn for her...belly growling? What the hell? It was a stomach growl. If anything, he'd expect a few immature giggles not outright scorn. He simply let off a glare in the direction of the...scorners for lack of a better term. He proceeded to pry his exhausted body up with a grimace. Only for his rationality to suddenly show up...

Yoshi and Kondo...Dammit, he didn't want issues caused by him just randomly starting trouble with their customers, even if it was pretty understandable why. However, he was also in a very "no-shits given" mood too. So he picked what seemed like the logic alternative.

He stuck a quick middle finger up towards a few of the offending patrons. However, he did turn around to Mr. Satan Horns with his middle finger not raised, but a pointing forefinger. "You're cool though.

With that important task done with, he walked off towards where the cooking was happening. Well, more like hobbled over to there. And his head proceeded to hang back in exhaustion the moment he was over and sat down in stool. "Ugh...I swear I need a seltzer. Or coffee."

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Dante heard fighting and arguing going on in and out of the house, However, he decided to just stay out of it and let it resolve for the moment. As for the issue of the maid girl's privacy when he heard her fall he decide to knock at least one more time to check on her. "Is everything okay in there?" he asked her. "I'm about to come in." But before he could the beauty boy...(Heinrich Ford was it?) open the door for him. Dante was detracted by the man being in her room and reminding them how lucky there were. He didn't need to tell him twice though he saw it more as a taunt, then the man rudely pushed him aside to pass. At that pointed Dante ears and tail raise showing the man how angry he was. with his rude attitude Dante wanted to feed the man his teeth. But held himself back because...

A: He didn't want to start another fight with Vesta's group.

B: He didn't want to endanger the maid girl.

C: He didn't want to fight in Vesta's house and risk breaking something.

D: He fucked up enough last night.

So, for now, he decided just to let it go, maybe in the future, Dante would get the chance to give the man his comeuppance the next time Ford pisses him off. He then turns to Aya good morning... "Hmmm, miss..." Dante still doesn't know her name yet. and yet he looked at her confusion wondering why she was so pissed. God damn it he needs to apologies don't he. He then took the sword off his back(With the sheath on) and press the tip of it towards the ground. Hw then bow on one knee like a knee speaking to her. "Miss...I'm sorry my rash decisions had placed you in such danger. Id i know Zin hadn't a threat to you i would have pointed a sword at her throat and pissed her off. I wish to make things up to you and in the future avoid making the same mistake again." He told her sincerely. He already gives the same type of apology to Zin and Vesta."

Addy's death in the slums... Being seared alive... Running through the streets like some kinda jackass hunting down a Japanese schoolgirl in a maid outfit in the middle of the night and instead finding the scene of a brutal massacre perpetrated by the single most mind-bogglingly evil looking guy he'd ever seen in his entire goddamn life... The events of yesterday began to matter less and less to Duncan the closer he got to the table.

The painted man in his head was right. He was hungry.

Seemingly oblivious to the potential brawl forming at the bar, he sat down in dead silence, looking sickly and pale. He could not recall ever feeling this way before as his stomach growled in pure, ravenous hatred at it's own disuse and what felt like every muscle in his body burned with need for nourishment.

And then suddenly there was a heaping plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of him, how it got there, he didn't know and it didn't really matter.

His nose twitched. His head slowly tilted down to face the zealously piled offering of food with a series of loud pops from his neck. The pulse from his powerful heart temporarily quickened, traveling through his hands, into the table and rattling a few plates and glasses as his eyes shone with an unnatural, primal need.

And then, it was gone. Straight up Goku-Style as his mouth opened and fork met food with blinding speed, not stopping until he registered it clacking against an empty plate one too many times, at which point he switched his ire to the glass of... some kinda juice next to it, emptying the entire thing into his mouth in one go and then swallowing the whole combined meal down in a singular triumphant gulp.

And with a belch that rattled every window and bit of cutlery in the tavern and a long, satisfied sigh as he leaned back, Duncan was back among the sapient and living. Just in time to notice at least half of what was going on around him.

Like, for instance, the fact that his fork had seemingly melded to his hand, somehow being crushed between his individual fingers like silly-putty.

That was... new.

"What the fu-..."

"How much longer, madam? My Lady is currently distressed not by her belly, but by the people around."

Annnnd, he lost his train of thought.

'Oh, right. Talking wolf.' Duncan remembered, idly peeling the previously-offending bit of cutlery from his hand. 'Forgot that was a thing.'

Still, despite the wolf's terse proclamation, the shy Elf he'd briefly met last night did appear rather famished, now that he was conscious enough to give her a quick look-over. Even if she seemed to be withering a bit under the stares of some other patrons (well, those that weren't gawking wide-eyed at him and his ravenous appetite at this point) who... found hunger offensive?

Casting a glance to the coin-pouch the guards gave him last night, the bald man raised his hand slightly to get the waitress's attention.

"Hey, could I get another order for my friend over there?" He asked, indicating toward Blanc with his thumb.

"Ugh...I swear I need a seltzer. Or coffee."

"And throw his on my bill, too." Duncan added, not missing a beat as Ease sat down.

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Another strange individual had appeared before Maria. These last few 24 or some odd hours have definitely shown her there were many foreigners in her city now, and for whatever reason they had appeared without warning. Kidnapped or not, there was clearly an issue with the immigration in this city, or perhaps even the kingdom as a whole.

Someone had allowed another strange person into her station. It was not unheard of. She had given an order to her Knights to be on the lookout for anyone that looked suspicious in the same vein as the other “otherworlders”, though Maria had no understanding of where these people came from or just who they were in general.

“Well, I would not be able to assist you if you do not tell me your home. This is the Kingdom of Lugnica, and I am a Knight. Even if you are not from Lugnica, it is my duty to assist those who have strayed from their flocks.”

Maria was someone who believed in the ethical treatment of all those around her. Unless someone has proven themselves irredeemable in her eyes Maria would at least treat them with the respect they deserve as individuals. Perhaps that is why the Iron Bell Knight’s commander tended to be liked by the people. She had no concept of elitist views that would disrupt the likening of a pretty typical knight.

“There have been several cases of people being displaced from their homes and not being able to identify where they had come from. At the very least the maps of Lugnica held little understanding to where each person had arrived from. Where do you come from, Shiina?”

There were only four nation states that Maria knew of, and none of the dressings or the mannerisms of those she had met matched any description of these other nations. Perhaps there were other lands that no one had ventured to where these people came from? The world was said to end at the Great Waterfall, but even then it was not certain and there was reasonable evidence to suggest the world was round, but this information has been mostly suggested to be the dribblings of scholars who’ve had one too many.

“Though I might be a stranger, I do wish to help those in need. Do not be shy,” Maria said with a smile upon her face. Though she had been defeated as a person only yesterday, she could not ignore the strifes of those around her. Being a rolling stone might mean you don’t accumulate moss, but the world would be boring if everyone avoided creating ties with others. “Humanity” was more kind than that, no?

That was about the time where Maria heard a certain sound. It came out of nowhere, but it was abrupt enough to remind her of herself, if only a moment. There were times that Maria would force herself into working hard that she would collapse from hunger in her trainings. Perhaps she was not the best teacher, but she did try her best as a student to learn the style of swordsmanship her adopted father was proud of and to live her best to match the Hohenzollern name.

With a cough to try and dispel any sort of awkward feelings that might have been lingering from her “outburst”, Maria spoke.

“Eh hem. I am sorry for my outburst. Though I don’t really know what this … ‘Baumkuchen cakie”, was it? Not really sure what sort of meal that might be, but if you want I would be willing to pay for a meal in the city if you are hungry. I am not so heartless to let you starve yourself.”

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“Ah I see you have arrived, friend. Just as I had been told by my Fair Lady, you have arrived. Your ‘love’ must be grand if the Fair Lady wished for you to meet with a Bishop of my calibre.

It could not have been anything less than a simple house in the middle of the city. Something so simple, inconspicuous, and perhaps even dreary. Surely not the sort of place you’d expect to see a Bishop of the Witch. Perhaps that was why it worked out as a hideout.

It was decorated, designed, and constructed as if a layman home. Perhaps some farm that produced local groceries or something akin to that.It was a bit out of the way from most roads in the city, and was a bit difficult to travel to under normal circumstances. One wouldn’t just “pass by” the area unless they strictly had business in this section of the city.

Sitting in the living room table was Chastity. Perhaps he didn’t seem too out of place in the simple area, but his personality was too eccentric to be a workman. Of course, he seemed to carry himself with some sort of dignity, but his crazed obsession would not allow him to be a “simple man”. There must have been a reason why he was chosen as a Bishop over any other individual in the entirety of the world. And that was because …

“Fear not about anyone hearing you. This place is so isolated that it would not be untrue to state this place to be deserted. Not only that, but in the event we were discovered, I have a few of my “friends” around to call out anyone coming, and there are a few paths underground that lead out of the city.”

Chastity was not the sort of man who didn’t plan ahead. Even with his Authority, of which was one to rule all of the world, But he was not the one to sit in the throne. It was decided long ago, when he had made his deal, that “She” would be the one on the throne.

“But enough about me. I want to know more about you. More specifically, why my Fair Lady has gained an interest in you. Perhaps you were made to be like me? But then where is your gospel? Ahh, it is confusing. I don’t like confusing things, so I figured you could clarify it with me, seeing as we are friends, right?”

“Well I suppose none of that is too important. I simply am glad to have gotten an ally who enjoys disarray as much as I do.”

Alexander Sky

Alexander saw the people in the bar glaring with hate at the presence of the Elf. From what information he was able to get as to the history of Lugnica, he remembered that a civil war had been waged over their treatment, or that a civil war had been waged in which their treatment was one of the issues. So, yes, he can grasp why people would see Atisha as a threat or worse. Well, he was not going to stand for this, despite the many, many reasons to stand aside.

"Hey, staring at the Elf like Basilisks is not a good way to set the mood for drinking; don't you guys have better things to do than treating women badly!?" Alexander would speak, drawing his cell phone from his pack, filipping it with a quick and fluid motion, and then using the projector function to send out an image of a rainbow flag, the symbol of the LGBT movement in his world, not that anyone here knew that.

"Let's just listen to some music instead, so that we can drink better! In fact, I have a tune just for this occassion!" And with that, he used the sound function to play the Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann theme song, hoping that this show of advanced technology would impress various adventurers.

And once various adventurers were impressed, he can then sweet-talk them into giving him the resources he needed to start Project: Return to Earth.

"Oh, by the way!" Alexander said, "I know where to get artifacts like what I have right now, I just need a few strong hands!"

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Sean was honestly done with this world. The only jobs he could find were escorting merchants and other odd jobs that didn't even pay well, he felt like he was wasting his time. He was already set on food and water, so was there even a point in working when it was so boring? People wouldn't even talk to him because every dude big and scary enough to be escorts also happened to be antisocial jerk that wouldn't talk to him.

Sean decided that he was going to treat himself and get wasted, even though it was a bit early to get wasted. Sean entered his nearest tavern where immediately after sitting down, he got to view a speech on elf rights, which was great, but wasn't alcohol. However, the man giving it whipped out a phone. Sean was awestruck that someone from his world was here, and realized he needed to befriend this person immediately so that he wouldn't go absolutely mad. Luckily, he seemed like a relatively good guy since he was standing up for people.

"I agree, don't you people have something more productive to be doing then sitting around sulking that someone's different? Dicks." Sean stated, standing up out of nowhere. Getting wasted could wait, he had a new goal in sight, mainly making friends with everyone.

"Also I don't know why you need them, but I've been told I have strong hands, and I can also do strong magic." He said somewhat proudly, more proud about having strong hands than being able to perform magic. There was no way this guy wouldn't want him on board, and if he was brought on board, he had no doubt he'd make friends with all of the other people too, and wouldn't have to deal with this world all alone anymore. Sean strided over to
the guy after he finished his speech.

"My name's Sean, and it was really cool of you to put some of the jerks in here in their place. I'm willing to help you." He stated, out stretching his hand for a handshake.
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The rumbling of the earth told Malakaus where Vesta was at before Vivi did. Being somewhat familiar with the woman, Malakaus wasn't too alarmed. Even if she was facing an intruder, Vesta was more than capable of taking on any two-bit burglar. Then again if it was an assassin... Well, Malakaus, Vivi, and Orgos were on their way. Vivi moved quickly, Orgos closely behind, and Malakaus was keeping up to Orogo's pace despite his heavy equipment. And when it seemed like Malakaus was about to loose Vivi, he would take a detour by hopping over a fence, through an open window, or over a bush. Without a doubt Malakaus was loud and the clanking of his armor could be heard over the sound of the earthquakes, but he never slowed down.

Eventually they would arrive to Vesta fighting a familiar face. Malakaus remembered her; the woman who had an odd facilitation with molesting Vesta. Malakaus had no real issues with public displays of affection, nor one between two women, though he was more concerned with how consensual Vesta is to them. But the fact that the dragon girl was still alive and breathing was perhaps enough of a indication to Malakaus about how Vesta feels about it. Anyways they arrived just soon enough to see the dragon girl engange in Vesta in hand-to-hand combat, presumably anyways. Or maybe the dragon girl was just coping up a feel. Regardless, when she noticed the gathered group the knight called out to them.

"Greetings Lady Vesta Celestia! I apologize if I am disturbing something. But when you have time, there is a matter I wish to discuss with you."

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"Not long. We're already here."

Hearing the mutterings and snickering, Atisha's teeth gritted underneath her helmet. How easy it would be to just kill everyone here. To poison their ale, or turn their drinks into ice and stab it through their brains. To flood this entire inn with water and watch them all drawn. Or even better, for her to simply take her spear and stab each one of them repeatedly, until she moved onto the next one. "Mon keigh." She spat. Eventually Atisha would find Yoshinobu, who if Atisha remembered correctly, was the one serving up breakfast. In a much softer tone then she had spoken earlier she looked to the human girl. "Two plates. Ah, three actually." One for Atisha, one for Blanc, and another for Tundo. Where he a normal wolf Atisha would have asked for something else, perhaps a rabbit or something, but since he talked and was blue Atisha knew he was a spirit. He should be fine eating normal food.

Getting eats for the three of them Atisha waited for her breakfast when some loudmouth came into the room. Atisha would have just ignored him, as she did with every other person, until he inadvertently called out Blanc and started playing music. If this was his idea of a distraction, it was horrible. Atisha was half tempted to stick a dagger into him. Instead she just sighed and looked at Blanc and her spirit. "It's getting rather crowded in here. Perhaps we could eat our meal in peace elsewhere? If you can find somewhere quiet, I'll bring the food to you."

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Myst Neumann

Returning to Lugnica City was a big deal for Myst, but one he had prepared for, having set the groundwork beforehand with a bit of gold. It also helped that he was 'connected' with the best illegal slave traders in the city, who had given him ugly people to experiment on and handsome/beautiful people to 'have fun' with, consent optional. Now, however, he was planning to work with somewhat smaller fry, people who would make expendable pawns in his bid for power. And by smaller fry, he had heard that a Fire Mage called Nick had engaged in a public brawl with some 'foriegn folk' and actually managed to hold his own.

And so, Myst's response had been to come to the alley where that skirmish had occured, with a dozen hardened mercenaries in tow. He was going to find out what had happened from Nick himself, and bribe, talk, or force the young man into an alliance; perhaps Nick can even be given an opportunity to join the 'slaver's underground' that operated in the city...

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"Yawnss--- just five more minutes, I promise, grandpa~" Kurokono rubbed his eyes groggily, sleeping against a tree in the slums. What a nice dream, this time travel thing ~ He woke up, glinting his eye against the morning sun. Wait, since when was his sleeping area that bright? "Gramps, close the curt---" He sighed at the realization his left side was out of sight. This wasn't a dream...? Kurokono rubbed his left eye, only to feel nothing but deep scars & burns in that area. His left eye was gone for good, gained from a turf war the previous night. A grim reminder to him that this 'era' is now reality. He rummaged his sack of goodies, digging out a cartoonish eyepatch with a picture of a duck that was clearly meant for parties. The items that was meant for fun, are now used in ways that he didn't expect it to be, as if they are cursed.

Placing an eyepatch on his eye socket, Kurokono realized that he can move his right hand (His right hand was fractured from before), its healed completely for some reason. The left eye was his dominant one, so his current vision of his right eye felt a bit blurry & sluggish to him. The only thing he remembered last night was the last thing his left eye saw. That eye was cut & burnt by Nick after he had almost sliced off Nick's hand. Now to think of it, he shouldn't have been that reckless by challenging someone with a broken arm. At the moment, Kurokono couldn't really recall what happened to Nick, or how he survived. Oh, and most importantly... are those girls still around here or right in front of King Enma already? He was thinking about Hamaguchi.

The more Kurokono thinks about it, the more he feels that the last night was his mistake. His stomach growled, "Damnit, I just want to eat Ramen...~" He stood up as he realized that he haven't eaten anything other than crackers & biscuits from the time he entered this world. "And maybe place some offerings in front of some shrine or Buddha to erase my bad luck -_- " He ranted whilst passing by Myst who also happen to be at the slums. Kurokono heads to the inn as of current.

Vesta Celestia and Avery Ackbar Celestia

"I'm not familiar with this woman. Must be an acquintance of Vesta's."
Vivi shrugged rather effortlessly at Orgus's question. She had no idea who this woman was, but she wasn't that bothered by her presence because if she was an intruder than Vesta would've said so.
Vesta blinked in surprise as Zin kissed her on the nose. Vesta had prepared to remove the ground beneath her own feet to dodge whatever attack Zin would throw, but she hadn't been expecting that at all.
What the heck was wrong with this woman? Vesta was about to throw a counter attack in when Zin now began yelling something about a smaller version of herself being over there. What the heck was she on about this....oh.
Noticing the unfamiliar orc, the familiar of Malakus (though she had met him only once before) and the ever so familiar appearance of her younger sister she slowly lowered the boulder she was about to throw.
"Vivi? I thought you were supposed to be making your preparations." Vesta seemed somewhat shocked to see her younger sister. What preparations she was referencing however she didn't bother to elaborate on. However Vivi seemed rather unsettled by the mention of them.
"I was simply dealing with a commotion outside sister. These two claimed to have business with you it would seem." Vivi stated just as Malakus spoke about wishing to speak with Vesta.
"Is it about what you were talking about yesterday? If so I will have some time momentarily. It seems I need to 'tame' Ms Parrallex here or something of that ilk." Vesta said with a heavy sigh. She still thought this fight was a waste of time. Zin had already sworn her allegiance to her yesterday, what did Vesta have to prove?
"Oh yes that reminds me....Vivi, this is Ms Zin Parrallex. Ms Parrallex, this is my younger sister Vivi Celestia." Vesta added thoughtfully. She might have to introduce her to mother, father and eventually Eri as well if she was to serve them. Also explain Eri's...unique situation. Would this idiot even understand?
"Greetings Ms Parrallex. As my sister says I am Vivi, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Vivi curtsied briefy towards the woman. Despite how much the question was burning inside of her, she wasn't voicing it.
Well it was actually two. One just who was this Zin person?
And two, why the hell were they fighting?

Avery hummed happily to himself as he pranced about the halls once more. He had dealt quite swiftly with that intruder who was now in the hands of the guards. They would eventually hand him over to Ironbell knights for persecution, whenever they found the time. In the meantime he would rot in their dungeon.
Avery however now found himself a couple of doors down from Aya's room, and could somewhat see the form of a crouched down Dante in the doorway. Avery also noticed Heinrich walking away from the room, but didn't bother with him. He wasn't familiar with the man, nor knew his name.
"Mr Daaaaaante~" Avery called out as he ran over and jumped onto the crouched Dante's back, his arms wrapping around his neck.
"So whatcha two doing?" He asked seemingly oblivious to whatever had happened before he had turned up. Also oblivious to whatever awkwardness might've been felt by Dante. However he now chuckled as Aya's hair was still a bit of a mess.
"Not getting together behind my back I would assume? Miss Aya you naughty girl."

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Dante then could help but look very angry when Avery jumped on his back. He soon found himself growling at him like the angry dog. "Hello, Mr.Avery. Can you kindly get off my back." He said trying to make his words seem calm, but most of his words sounded forced and cracked. Dante doesn't care rather not Avery is straight or gay. It's him playing him off like that and humiliating him that got him pissed off. Also, this boy blew in his ear, HIS EAR!!!! In front of probably tens of people no less.