Kyouko raised an eyebrow. Those were pokeballs, weren't they? This girl totally had pokeballs. Was she some kind of cosplayer or something? Castelia City?

"Nah, dunno anywhere by that name," Kyouko replied, though it did sound strangely familiar somehow, "I'm from Mitakihara, and this place sure as hell ain't Mitakihara."

The redheaded girl let out a huff. Where was this, anyway...? Before she could think on the Pokeballs, or her location, any longer, some horribly off-key singing hit her ears. That was awful, who the hell was caterwauling like that? It was just plain terrible! But that took second place to the amazing smell that hit her nose. Frying dough, sizzling meats... that was an incredible smell. It was like the smells that came out of festivals, the scent of those awesome street snacks that she would absolutely devour every chance she got. Without making a response to Hilda, the redheaded spear-wielder was off like a shot.

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"A customer?!" The girl stopped her terrible singing and ceased her banging on the pots, quickly sprinting around behind the counter. Whew, nothing had burned, it all looked good! She knew her timing was perfect!

On display were a variety of snacks, some freshly prepared and some in the process of being being readied. On display were taiyaki and meat buns, takoyaki was frying away, meats were sizzling... indeed, the array of scents matched the array of foods on display. This guy was pretty grizzly, but he seemed hungry. She'd make the boss proud!

"If Yu-chan can make a recommendation, oji-san, the takoyaki is perfect!" Yu cheerily declared, her pigtails bobbing, As if on que, some of the takoyaki was finished frying. The small brunette swiftly placed two sets in a paper tray, skewering them and laying takoyaki sauce and various other toppings across them. "The boss might not be here, but Yu-chan is confident in her preparation!"

Hopefully it would be better then her singing.

... And suddenly, Kyouko was at the stand, immediately snatching up one of the takoyaki trays and devouring several of the octopus balls. The delicious flavor that flooded her mouth was exactly what she'd hoped for, even with the blazing heat of the freshly prepared street food.

"A-ah?! Hey, wait, you should pay first!" cried the girl at the counter.

"You shouldn't just leave it lying out where I can grab if if that's what you want," Kyouko replied, simply, before engulfing the remaining takoyaki with speed many people would believe impossible, especially when it came to such a hot food.

@Afro Samurai@Rin@Flamelord

The toothy android simply rubs his chin as he absorbs the information told by Shurelia, followed by a rough response in being fine.

"So it seems you're lost as I am." he answers back, "Good to know. Sea of the Dead huh, sounds intriguing if you ask me, babe."

Scaramouche noticed a hint of something coming from her emotions. It was cloudy and hazy, but regardless she wasn't of any concern, at least he believed she isn't so. But even he can be seen with a hint of personal discomfort in regards to the place he is in.

"Great." he thinks to himself with frustrated grief, "Just great. How the blip-blippity-blamy hell am I going to go back to Lord Aku now?"

The next thing he sees is Shurelia's mouth beginning to water. At first, Scaramouche didn't know why she was doing that, until his smelling enhancers picked up the smell of something quite tasty.

"Huh?" he wonders as he takes two sniffs of the smell, "Ooh, what is that smell? That smells rather delicious babe! Looks like someone is cooking something nearby."

The female android suggests that they go see where it's coming from. Scaramouche agrees as he follows her to where the smell is coming from...

Even though he can't eat really.

Lucia frowned at the news that these girls were just as lost as she was. At the very least, it showed her that who or whatever had brought them here must have been taking victims from more than just one plane. She raised an eyebrow as electricity sparked off of Mikoto's head. Was she another mage? The thought of learning about magic from another world danced in her mind for a brief moment...

Only to be replaced by the scent of...whatever it was and a young girl's attempt at singing. The knight placed a hand over her stomach, she had been waiting for her allies to return for dinner when she was taken, so the delicious aroma was rather distracting. Besides, someone who was setting up a shop and selling food couldn't be as lost as they were, right? So investigating the source was the most reasonable course of action.

"Shall we take a closer look?" she asked.

She was hesitant to invite herself to join the duo, as it seemed a little rude in her mind. However, with the alternative being leaving a pair of unarmed children (even if one seemed to be a magic-user) in a strange, mostly abandoned town like this, with goddess-knows-what potentially arriving from different realities, it was her duty as a knight to accompany them. And maybe she could ask about that magic later.

"It smells like food," the teleporter confirmed, trying to work out where the singing was coming from. Like the knight, Kuroko was feeling that heading for the source of the smell would be the most likely way to find out how and why they were here--and how to get back home again. Though a grumbling in her stomach reminded her that it would be approaching time for dinner if they were back in Academy City...

"I think we should," was the small girl's reply to the question--and then she stretched out one hand to touch Lucia, offering the other to Mikoto. What followed was probably thoroughly confusing to the knight: a series of rapid changes in scenery that, with some effort, could be resolved as moving rapidly towards the source of the smell and the noise. There was no guarantee that the food had been that nearby and maybe if they didn't hurry, the sounds would stop as suddenly as they started.

Kuroko stopped the sequential teleports when the source was located--a small girl manning a stall and... some other girl stealing Takoyaki? Hopefully Onee-sama wouldn't respond to the crime in her usual manner...

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To say that the pair's attitude changed quickly--Reinhardt's jovial demeanour sobering up and Ana's hand snapping towards her belt--was an understatement. The sight of something so obviously dead walking around (and wasn't that an uncomfortable reminder of Gabriel?) earned responses that, once conscious, were now nothing more than the most basic of combat instincts. A small pistol shot a dart full of sleeping agent to no effect...

... and the old man's wrist came up, presenting the lion's head towards the enemy. Faster than the human eye could follow, hexagonal panels of blue rippled out around it, until a massive translucent barrier kept the newcomer from the humans. Helmet dropped to the ground, Reinhardt's other hand was now wrapped firmly around the handle of his massive hammer, ready to smash this monster if it made a single attack.

"MONSTER! I will not allow you to harm anyone!"

Ana, of course, had already recognised that her sleeping dart was ineffective (yet another uncomfortable parallel) and was instead pulling up her Biotic rifle. With the potential for a fight, the singing and the smell of good food were quite the secondary thing to pay attention to now.

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Aoi knew that the two androids might have been dangerous but her own curiosity edged over her sense of caution. When the tense situation between the two dissipated, Aoi felt a calm relief that nothing too exciting happened. She's in no shape to even contemplate a fight right now. As the two departed it freed up enough of Aoi's concentration for her to notice her other senses aside from her vision. At that her stomach rumbled...

Her ears were assailed by a horrific attempt at a song as well as metallic clanging, happily that discomfort didn't last too long. On the other hand her nose was treated to a faint but still aromatic scent of good food. And her immediate thoughts shifted from that of caution and getting herself out of the situation she's in to that of just getting some of that food.

She stood straight and made herself look at least somewhat presentable even given what has happened to her before a light smile formed on her face.

"All right! Reconnaissance teleportation! Let's Go!"

She formed the sign of the horns with her left hand as it glowed a soft green. And in an instant she's three-hundred meters up in the air directly above her original position, giving her a good view of her surroundings. After a few moments of looking around while in free fall, she finds a gathering of people around a food cart/stall type thing. Having nothing better to do she forms the sign of horns again and she teleport herself a few meters away from the food cart.

"The young and passionate Nogami, Aoi is here!"

She says with a small flourish. And at that moment her stomach growled...

"Eh he he he. There's food left right?"

She asks with a blush while looking worriedly at a Redhead making off with a lot of food.

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The hand holding the stone sword loosened slightly and the desiccated head tilted to one side, as if in surprise or thought. Maybe both. It was clear now that those present, and perhaps anyone that he might now meet, might not take kindly to his appearance.

After a moment of absolute stillness he looked down at the dart that struck over his heart, ignoring those present for a moment. It's form reminded him of a bolt from a crossbow, which might have been an inconvenience. But this seemed to be a pointless weapon, the impact having gone almost unnoticed.

"Where is this place?"

Tool repeated the question and looked at the shield raised by the Heavy. With a slow, thoughtful motion he reached out with his free hand and touched the shield. He did not sense any Warren, Elder or otherwise that could have created it. The barrier was simply there, alien and unknown. He spread out his hand against the shield and turned his empty eye sockets towards Reinhardt's face.

"And who are you, that would bear arms against one that has offered you no battle?"

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

As Reinhardt and Ana sprang to action, Kino's hand drifted to her holstered Persuader, specifically the cannon. However, the strange, dead yet alive man did not draw closer. No, he simply stood, and questioned what was happening. Many surprising things were happening in rapid succession, and Kino took a few moments to take in what she was seeing. The rifle that Amari had drawn was unlike any the dark-haired young traveler had ever seen before, a sleek blue weapon that did not appear to fire bullets, but instead some sort of... capsule? A tranquilizer of some sort? It was difficult to tell, though the other dart she had fired did not appear to have any effect on the dead man. Meanwhile, the hulking figure that was Reinhardt had produced some sort of strange shield of light, a solid wall that nevertheless was not made out of any material that should have been solid. It was, if not for the potentially dangers situation, something Kino would have been unable to stop herself from asking questions about.

However, this was a situation where they were potentially facing against some kind of threat. However, the dead man seemed strangely nonthreatening. He had simply placed his hand against Reinhardt's shield, and made no moves to attack in any way. Perhaps his appearance was due to injury, or some sort of illness? It seemed unlikely but at the same time one could never be certain of the possibilities of the world. Kino had traveled to many countries, and seen many things, but there was plenty that would still surprise her.

"Kino, it's a zoomba!" declared Hermes.

It took the dark-haired girl a moment to realize what the motorrad meant.

"That's 'zombie'. Hermes, and I'm not so sure."

"Ohhhh."

@Raineh Daze@TheFake

Shurelia

Normally Lady Shurelia was terrible with directions, which she would never tell you. Luckily for Scaramouche in this case she did not need directions, she just needed to follow the delicious smell hanging on the air and the bad singing. Those were obvious enough that sh only got side tracked a couple times before finding the place they were coming from. And thanks to the mask there would be no way for her companion to know that she had gotten lost at any point in the trip. Linkage armor had its benefits even when it wasn't functional, that's for sure.

"This appears to be the place," she noted aloud as she glanced back at the robot. There was a food stand, as expected, and there already seemed to be an assortment of people here. Mostly young girls, though some were more well armed than others. In particular the girl with the spear would be of some concern. Shurelia had not dismissed the possibility that Mir was still playing the long game, but she couldn't keep herself away.

Moving forward, she neared the group before realizing that she couldn't eat any food because she was wearing a mask. Her face fell, yet it did not slow her pace. The price that one paid for security and anonymity it seemed. But it was fine, she'd done this for many years before now so she would manage one way or another.

"Greetings," she said to those gathered once she had drawn close enough. Though there did seem to be something of a disagreement going on, unfortunate if only because she couldn't put an end to it with her Hymmos. Being cut off from the tower was continuing to be a frustration. Well, maybe a bluff would succeed where fact failed. "Is there some sort of problem here?"

@ACHTUNG@Raineh Daze@Tachi@Lmpkio@VitaVitaAR@Rin

It was a sensation that Mikoto was by now used to. Clutching her friend's hand, hearing the sound of their motion as the scenery rapidly changed. She guessed it was probably jarring for the spontaneous knight, though. In any case, it hardly took them any time at all to arrive at their destination, and almost immediately Mikoto's nose was assaulted by the smell of sizzling meats and frying doughs. Indeed, she could feel her stomach growl. Was she really that hungry? Maybe all the sudden strangeness had somehow given her appetite... regardless, the Level Five Esper was hungry, and that was that/

After a moment's pause she took in her surroundings. The smells were coming from a stand, where a young girl in a kimono, an adult man, and a few others had gathered... one of which was a redheaded girl with a spear, who... had she just stolen that food, in broad daylight?

Narrowing her eyes, Mikoto stepped forward, electricity crackling around her head. She couldn't let that go... the redheaded girl with a spear glanced at her.

"Eh?"

@Flamelord@ACHTUNG@Tachi@Lmpkio@Afro Samurai@Rin

Seeing what was about to happen, Kuroko intervened in the only way actually available right now--as she could hardly claim that this should be left to Judgement after having ended up in another city entirely. That was by appealing to the idea that whoever was in charge here might not give her as much of a pass on the wanton shocking of petty thieves as Academy City was wont to do.

Of course, she stumbled over her words a little when another teleporter dropped in. With only a tiny fraction of all Espers being teleporters at all, and an even smaller fraction being Level 4's, the chance of running into another was... extremely unlikely. On the upside, at least this was clearly not Musujime; her Onee-sama would probably react first and think later with her...

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"... friendly monster?" the huge man said, hesitant to believe that something so abundantly... well, dead looking was actually in the same boat as they were, brought here and bereft of any sort of malevolent intentions. Yet it seemed like the creature was as lost and abducted as the rest of them were.

Ana took the lead in actually explaining things: "All of us have been brought here but we don't know why. Your appearance gave us quite the shock, and you look a lot like a wanted terrorist." Not to mention the quite obvious dead part, yet that had been quite the second thing to go through the old sniper's head

Scaramouche would follow the hunger-driven android as they eventually came to their destination. It was a little food stop, owned by a human girl, which was surrounded by... also young girls. Yet some of these girls held weapons, or looked more formidable then meets the eye, and one of these girls is furiously trying to stuff her mouth full with these assortment of goodies. The only other male in the group was a grizzled and ruggedly bearded man, who reminded the android of Samurai Jack. Looks like a guy you wouldn't want to meet in a bar. The male android simply raised an eyebrow at this crowd.

"Now what's with all the little girls?" Scaramouche would ask curiously as he turns his head to her newfound "acquaintance", "Do they sell like roasted ponies sprinkled with glitter and rainbow sauce here?"

If that was the case, the android wouldn't take a single bite. Yet as the two got in closer, he sees what appears to be... breaded fish-cakes? Was this town near a sea or something? It looked a little weird, but it indeed smelled good. He would probably "borrow" a piece and pay the person back "later", if only it weren't for the person devouring everything on the counter. As Shurellia asks politely on what was going on, Scaramouche squints his eyes as he puts a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Woah woah woah, hold a minute, babe." he says in a more friendly tone as he turns her around to face him, "You wouldn't mind if you left us a few of those goodie ole' treats now will ya?"

Rex bolted up from his sprawled position, finding himself on some sort of sidewalk. His last memory was being hit by a blast while attempting to take down a dangerous EVO, though after recovering from that attack and scanning his surroundings, the rampaging monster seemed to have vanished, along with his teammates, the Providence vehicles, and... and everyone and everything else, actually. On closer inspection, the deserted area he was currently in had no resemblance to the one he had been in just a moment ago, or what felt like a moment, he couldn't be sure. Could that blast have teleported him somewhere else? Or even sent him to another time? Rex knew that it was highly possible, considering that past incident with that EVO named Breach that had left him waking up in some desert six months into the future.

Panic struck the teenage boy. What if this was worse than that? What if this time, it wasn't just six months, but he had been blasted sometime way into future? Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he recalled what he had done the previous time - try to contact Providence. However, his attempt to use his ear-link communicator was unavailing, and he received no response. Rex let out a loud groan in frustration, but he wasn't giving up. His only option was to find someone, if there was even anyone in this place, who could tell him what was going on. Deciding that he could have a better view from the above, he built his Boogie Pack - an orange jet pack with large turbine wings that emerged from his back, and took off into the air, pulling his googles down over his face.

There seemed to be no one on the streets he had flown over, and it was starting to get monotonous, until something below finally caught his attention. He had almost missed them - the group of people who looked like they were casually hanging around a street vendor of sorts. Perhaps they could tell him exactly when and where he was. Rex carefully lowered himself near the group before walking up closer with his Boogie Pack retracting into his back. Some were talking among themselves, and many of them had their attention on a redhead spear-wielder who was guzzling down the vendor's food. Most of them looked human, though some of them were dressed in clothing and carrying equipment that seemed to be from different times and places. A couple of them even looked like they could be EVOs, but at this point, who knew anymore?

Rex gave the group an awkward wave before speaking up. "Uh, hey there amigos. Would any of you mind telling me the date today?"

As strange of a question as that was, Rex felt that when in time he was took priority over his current location.

The last point gave the undead warrior pause. He still doubted that whomever they were talking about was a part of the ritual, but the idea was enough to get him thinking. Perhaps a member of another clan might have arrived here as well.

Something else caught Tools attention and he stood up straight. After a moments consideration he gestured in the direction of the food stand and spoke.

"There is a gathering of individuals. It might be that we would find some information there."

Still pointing in that direction, he collapsed into dust that quickly settled into the ground.

---

Several heartbeats later he appeared at the edge of the squared, half obscured by the corner of a building. If no answers were found here it might be necessary for him to travel further. Even if nothing nearby was familiar it might yet be that was was simply in an area not known to him.

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

Kino watched as the strange undead man proceeded to collapse into dust in order to... travel? Was it some kind of technology, or something he could simply do?

"I hope he doesn't get sucked up," commented Hermes. For a few moments, Kino didn't understand what the motorrad meant, and she gave him a quizzical look, cocking her head to one side as she did.

"What do you mean, Hermes?" she asked, confused at the vehicle's response to the dead man's dust transformation.

"If someone has a vacuum, he's in serious trouble!" declared the motorrad. For a few moments, Kino simply stared at him, then had to stifle a fit of laughter. Hermes thought that someone was going to be vacuuming out here? Admittedly, the absurdity of his comment was exacerbated by the mental image of that dead man's dusty form being sucked into a vacuum cleaner, and then bursting out of it as he reformed. It was, quite simply, far too silly.

"What's so funny?" asked Hermes, genuinely not understanding why Kino had begun to laugh. The dark-haired girl waved her hand.

"Nothing, nothing," she asserted, "Let's go."

Taking Hermes by the handlebars, she began to walk onward... and it wasn't long until she found a strange assortment of individuals, all gathered around... some kind of food stand? She could smell the sizzling meat more intensely here...

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Kyouko narrowed her eyes, ignoring the panicking girl behind the counter as she turned to face the ma... the robot. It was a robot that had put its hand on her shoulder. That explained the colder, metallic feel, but... some kind of ridiculous robot?! Well, regardless, he was going to earn the same response that anyone else would have.

"A stranger putting their hands all over a young girl is going to look pretty creepy, aren't they?" she asked, narrowing her eyes once more as her gaze fell upon the robot. "Besides, this is mine! Get your own."

She gestured to the counter. But honestly, unless he was fast enough, she was going to snatch up more takoyaki, and whatever else this place had to offer. The girl behind the counter was a pushover, there was no way she was going to be able to stop Kyouko from taking what she wanted, and no-one else was going to stop her.

"B-b-but you didn't pay for it! It's not yours!"

And then...

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A few different things happened at once. Mikoto advanced towards the thief so brazenly stealing from the girl's food stand, when another person teleported into view. That was... there weren't many teleporters. So how...? Before she could return to taking on the thief, or trying to figure out what was going on, someone else joined the scene.

The woman who approached appeared to be in her mid twenties, with long black hair and red eyes, clad in a kimono herself. At her side there was a sheathed katana, and on her back there was what appeared to be a naginata. Though really, the most striking thing about her was...

Horns. Even with all the other strange things Mikoto had seen so far, a human-looking being with definite horns was... unexpected.

"Boss! You're back!" exclaimed the girl behind the counter.

The woman, identified as 'Boss' raised an eyebrow.

"... All these people... Champions, I suppose?" she commented, with a tone of mild irritation, "It's not as if I don't value new customers, but acting like this..."

She sighed, but then a curious smile came to her face.

"She must be at it again."

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Shurelia

The Reyvatial held back a sigh as things did not seem to de-escalate at all, with Scaramouche getting involved and both parties ignoring her query. Though that was generally answered well enough by the ongoing conversation. So the girl with the spear had taken some food without paying for it, and the store owner was taking offense at that. It would have been an easy enough problem to solve back at Platina, but not here. Not when she didn't have her Hymnos and the girl had a very large weapon that could be used against her. She couldn't fight it out physically.

Fortunately she didn't have to as someone else made their presence known, interrupting the fight. She was an interesting individual, with two swords and horns as well. Shurelia was left to wonder if those were real or artificial, though they had to be fake, right? She just couldn't see what purpose those would serve, Or maybe she was like the Teru. It was a possibility.

Still, this person identified by the shop owner seemed to have more information than anyone else there, so Shurelia took a step forward before nodding. "Hello, I am Lady Shurelia. Since this seems to be a situation you have had experience with, could you inform us as to where we are, and what you mean by 'Champions'?" It did not take a genius to figure out that this lady was actually a local, so if they could not get an answer from her then they would be fresh out of luck.

@VitaVitaAR@Raptra@Lmpkio@Raineh Daze@ACHTUNG@Tachi@Rin

Things here were simply beginning to get out of hand. It was good that Onee-sama had held back from assaulting complete strangers, yet that was only because other people were getting involved... though Kuroko could agree that the girl shouldn't be taking Takoyaki like that. Yet a robot was picking her up? Robots simply weren't advanced enough to operate autonomously like that! Now there was a new woman here, going on about Champions for some reason and with antiquated weapons...

The horns, at least, could be pinned as some sort of genetic abnormality. Possible but extremely unlikely, though even someone as rational as Kuroko fancied herself was being pushed to maintain any sort of logical explanation for the absurdity here. A task that only got harder with the unmistakeable sound of armoured feet.

How could someone be that big?

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Kino wasn't the only one laughing at the motorcycle's odd comment, the boisterous German joining in as well as he scooped up his helmet. With no leads to follow--and one small girl alone in a strange world--he trudged along behind her, musing as he went. "Don't you find it strange that something seems to be translating for us?"

After all, it was clear that there was a translation going on. He was hearing German from the child--but as normal, speaking English to communicate with Ana. No doubt the sniper was hearing it in Arabic and the child in whatever their native tongue happened to be.

"This is something I haven't seen before, the sniper agreed, eye scanning over the crowd they were approaching. It seemed like a normal group for the most part, with a token omnic represented. But the one Japanese-seeming lady with the horns wasn't a normal thing... unethical experimentation or something natural but exceedingly rare?

"Champions? I love the sound of that!"

If there was one thing Ana could trust to never change about Reinhardt, even more than his principles, it was that standing next to him for a long period of time was a fast route to a headache.

The people at the stand either seemed just as lost and confused as Rex was, or were too occupied with other more pressing matters to notice him. He stood where he was and continued to assess the situation, pondering over his earlier observation of the different individuals' wide diversity in equipment and dress styles. He was used to seeing people who didn't exactly look human, though. Some of them were even his friends. It looked like he was still on Earth, but he could not recall ever being at where he currently was. Could it be that they were on 'another Earth'?

A parallel universe! That was highly likely, and would explain how all these people looked so different from one another. He remembered witnessing a crossover from another universe once before. That was when he met that kid in the green jacket with that weird monster watch. Rex wondered if he had gotten thrown into this place too. Well, all these other people seem to have been anyway, or at least most of them.

His attention then shifted to a woman in traditional Japanese clothing who had just arrived. He immediately focused on her horns, his first thought being 'She's an EVO!', but then recalled how unsure he was of the current place, time, company, and... everything, really. This woman spoke as if she knew what was going on, and as some of the other individuals began asking about things he was sure everyone else wanted to know, Rex decided to carefully listen in, should she be responding anytime soon.

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The Imass gazed around the square in front of him. The sheer variety of individuals dwarfed anything in his vast experience. With little exception it seemed that every person was from a vastly different culture, every one unfamiliar to him.

He was aware of the food, but that was almost not worth noticing. What did catch his attention was the mentioning of Champions.

"Is this a convergence? Power draws power. I fear that we might all have parts to play in the near future."

He mused to himself before turning to the trio he had found himself with. He knew little about any of the three.

"I think we might learn something about why we have been drawn here if we knew more of eachother. "

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

In his years as a gangster, Gat had seen some seriously weird shit. Giant cloned killing machines, mass-produced by a rich french man to conquer a small city. A virtual reality where he took the form of a toilet seat with a laser canon. Breaking onto the movie set of that damn vampire show to kidnap the lead character... and that was just in the last couple of months. But, of all the ridiculous things he had seen, of all the ludicrous actions he had performed, surely this trumped them all.

As if he had walked into some kind of circus, a stunning assortment of weirdos and freaks appeared to have gathered around what appeared to be a food stand. A strange-looking guy kitted out in LARP gear with a serious skin condition. Dude looked almost dead. There was a strange lady with horns, and what looked like a couple of schoolgirls. A real bunch of weirdos, that was to be sure. And the dialogue.... damn, were they rehearsing the script of some b-movie or something? Speaking all ominous like that. Shit, what if he'd been transported into some kind of b-movie? Ugh, talk about a fate worse than death.

Nonetheless, it was true that Gat was now in a world he didn't quite understand. He'd been pulled from Steelport into this place through some strange means, and now he was surrounded by odd sights and people. Like a bad dream, if only this wasn't so real. Sighing, he walked towards the grouping, twirling his Shepherd handgun as he walked. Even if they were just a group of weirdos, people who dressed like that usually had something to say. Maybe they worked for some eccentric gang, or they were just crazy people. Either way, they seemed like the people to talk to in this place, if he wanted to get back home any time soon. Absentmindedly he wondered how long it would take to get home, even if he managed to get a hold of a jet in a place like this. Didn't look like anywhere he'd ever been before, so probably quite a while.

'Hey, hey, hey! I was just passing by, and it seems I'm a little bit lost." Smiling slightly he tossed his gun into the air before catching it again, although he refrained from pointing it at anyone yet. "So could any of you strange fellows point me towards Steelport? And maybe tell me how in the f*ck I got here?"

Such an assortment of different individuals, a variety that Kino hadn't ever experienced before. Some of them she had already met, of course, but there were many others of all different shapes and sizes. One of them, the redhead with a spear and ponytail, was staring incredulously at Reinhardt, while a brunette who had almost seemed to crackle with electricity had now transitioned to focusing on the strange, horned woman who had approached.

"Did you make any sales while I was gone, Yu-chan?" she asked. After a moment's hesitation, the small girl behind the counter shook her head. The woman sighed, before her attention returned to the assembled figures.

"Yes, Champions," she began, "This would be the eighth time it's happened, if I'm not mistaken."

"Eighth time?" Kino asked, stepping forward.

"You were all brought here suddenly, weren't you?" the horned woman asked, "From entirely different places? And, to you, this city is abandoned, isn't it?"

She didn't wait for a response before continuing.

"Eight times prior, a set of individuals from across different universes were brought to this city," the horned woman continued, "I've lived here for long enough to see three of those eight times. Each time, it was because she was bored."

"Who the hell is 'she'?" asked the redheaded girl.

"The Viewer," responded the horned girl, "That's what she calls herself, at least, she's never told me her name. I haven't asked, because I already know she doesn't want to tell it."

The woman sat behind the stall.

"You are her latest set of champions. It won't be long before you can see this city's residents, and then she'll arrive to explain the rest."

She paused for a moment.

"... I'll tell you everything I know, though... if you buy some of my food."

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