[IC] Massive Multiversal Crossover

[Zero Hex]

When told to speak with the lieutenant if he needed more information, Cliff just adressed the group of soldiers in general, the gun in his hand vanishing as he rubbed his eyes to maybe make them feel a bit better, reduce the stinging a bit and all. "Ah jeez, don't you guys have something for my eyes? Anyway, more information, yes, I need all of it. Last time I took a job in the dark it went horribly and now here I am. Who is this Red Queen? Is she a hot redhead? Where can I find her? Making a woman come with me is gonna be easy. Anyway, how the crap do I find a specific virus sample in this place? As for the last guy...eh, fancy title, probably a nerd, won't be hard to convince. "Hey come with me or I'll shoot your face". Err...as long as he's not too heavily protected. He's not, is he?".

[VitaVitaAR]

Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)

"You're like Rei-chan, aren't you?" Marisa said with a grin when she heard Kakine mention being strapped for funds. Hakurei Reimu was always pretty down on her luck as far as money went. Luckily, Marisa had a solution to this issue, and it wasn't as if she was going to use this money for anything else. This was a chance to get to know these people! And pickpocket them if they had anything useful but that was something they didn't need to know. Besides, she was hungry too. Giving the crowd one last cheerful wave to the crowd, she began to slowly walk away, turning to face the boy and the girl as she walked backwards. "Now, what's all this about an original or something? I dunno what you mean by all that." As she spoke, she pulled off her hat and produced a small pouch, which she opened to reveal, well... she was pretty sure it was this world's currency. The Perfectly Ordinary Witch wasn't completely sure, but she'd gotten it out of that guy's pocket while he was distracted. Not all of it, that'd be a bit too far, but if it was money she was sure it'd cover a meal for her and these two. She glanced towards Misaka. "You've got an older sister? And what's this whole 'Academy City' thing?"

Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil

Contacting medical and correctional officers was quick enough. With the lockdown lifted, they would soon appear and begin carting out the injured and unconscious soldiers. The dead bodies would be taken as well, moved to Yggdrasil's morgue. Their equipment would be analyzed so that it could be traced to discover who may have been supplying Shadow Eternity. She soon after realized that the animal... boy? was quite close, and stepped away from him. At least, before the apparently-unharmed huge man told him to move away. That was... strange. But now Gintoki was addressing her with one of the unconscious soldiers. "Leave him somewhere flat and stable," she replied, "The officers will be here soon." As if on cue, an officer did appear. A small girl, with short brown hair, a beret, a staff, and an elaborate outfit, she was accompanied by a small, floating, furry, horned creature. She took a deep breath before transporting the unconscious soldier onto a floating stretcher. Soon, more officers appeared. One in particular, a hulking tanned man, was easily picking up knocked-out men in each hand and placing them on stretchers. The dead were carefully removed in a similar fashion by a different set of officers. When Kuzaku approached, Saber turned to face him. He seemed concerned about being injured. Of course, this needed to be quickly addressed, and given the UMMA's excellent medical facilities it was likely this would be a minor issue to resolve. "Yes, her name is Aura Bright. She works on one of the higher floors." While all this was going on, a head slowly rose from behind the restaurant's counter. "... H... h-hello...?" It was the girl from before, who had evidently simply ducked behind the counter when the restaurant was attacked.

Giovanna's Room, Shadow Eternity Headquarters

Moments after Senbonzakura and Kiba entered the room, so too followed the pink-haired, gauntlet-wielding form of Ayako, and the green-haired Mai. Ayako looked furious, while Mai didn't seem to be saying anything. "Did you give the retreat order!?" Ayako snapped, pointing at Giovanna, "It wasn't the leader. No-one on the ship will take responsibility. So it must have been someone else here! She could have been on that ship!" Mai looked up for a moment, before opening her mouth. "Ayako... the ship was crippled, we would've gotten trapped there. We wouldn't have been able to save her like that." Ayako flashed a look at the other girl, and paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. "I... I... we still could have saved her! Who gave the order?!"

[Earnest Evans]

When told to speak with the lieutenant if he needed more information, Cliff just adressed the group of soldiers in general, the gun in his hand vanishing as he rubbed his eyes to maybe make them feel a bit better, reduce the stinging a bit and all. "Ah jeez, don't you guys have something for my eyes? Anyway, more information, yes, I need all of it. Last time I took a job in the dark it went horribly and now here I am. Who is this Red Queen? Is she a hot redhead? Where can I find her? Making a woman come with me is gonna be easy. Anyway, how the crap do I find a specific virus sample in this place? As for the last guy...eh, fancy title, probably a nerd, won't be hard to convince. "Hey come with me or I'll shoot your face". Err...as long as he's not too heavily protected. He's not, is he?".

@Zero Hex

As squads Alpha and Zeta filed into the facility, Ingvar regrouped with Otik Horak and Flint Marko to respond to Clifford Nobles' questions. Flint, being the one with the most education, decided to take charge in the briefing. "Alright, buddy. Lessee here... We don't got anything for your eyes, 'less you wanna wash your eyes out with snow (which I don't recommend; 'sall bloody here); the Red Queen ain't a lady, it's an Artificial Intelligence and it ain't too friendly with non-Umbrella personnel; we sure as hell don't know where you'll find a pure copy of the C-Virus, which is why we're huntin' down the Red Queen and the research director; Simmons ain't the kinda guy to go down easy, judging by what we got from his dossier. Simply put, you two're gonna go down with the advance teams, help 'em out with yer powers, an' bring all these things back safely. When yer done with that, we can get to know each other better. Sound good?" Flint Marko gave Clifford a thumbs up, as Julius Aldo piled the trio of turncoat security guards into Squad Epsilon's drop pod. As the last one entered, Julius poked his head out and called out to the group. "I'm going to find out everything these guys know about the facility. I'm going to keep you guys updated, just in case something important comes up! Be back in an hour, I suppose!"

[FujiwaraPhoenix]

Dio smirked as the robot seemed to shift around, moving all the cargo he had secured into itself as it prepared to leave the location. Though it was a shame that he couldn't retrieve more, the collateral damage that the soldier had inflicted on the goods had done well enough. After all, in that state it wasn't useful to either side. "You did well in staving them off for so long, though I regret my inability to retrieve more." he stated nonchalantly as he was moved to the cockpit of the now-transformed robot. "But at the very least we have some results to show for our work."

Gintoki shrugged and let the man's body be pulled off his bokutou and carted off to who-knows-where, sheathing his weapon as he turned to the girl who had just poked her head out from behind a counter. It reminded him of one of those stupid cat videos that always seemed to be floating around the place. Those never seemed to die for some odd reason. Seriously. "It's all clear now. No need to hide like a little kid playing a game anymore." he said casually, leaning against a nearby wall and sighing. "With that out of the way, though, how long until the place is back in working condition again? I'd like to not have to skip a meal while I'm out here today- that'd just be a sad waste of time." he complained, glancing at all the UMMA personnel working to clean up the area. Well, they worked fast, at least. Craters and random splatters of blood on the ground aside, there wasn't much of a trace of a fight at all, and even then those issues would probably be cleaned up soon enough.

Kakine bit his lip as he realized what he had just let slip. Cloning was already illegal by international standards, and who knows how that kind of information would bite them later on? Well, at least the witch didn't seem to be catching on. Maybe she wasn't aware of the issues with that kind of procedure, but that was all the better for him then. "Ah... This girl over here's got some weird family tree issues, so she and her sisters all have the same name. We default to saying 'original' to refer to the oldest one." he explained as Marisa pulled out some money from under her hat. Given her recent thievery of 10032's goggles, he felt quite... Conflicted about this development.

[Mtntopview]

[ Your statement is correct. I believe it would be advisable that we request greater firepower before returning to destroy them. ] Blackout's voice once again filled the inside of the helicopter. He had full intentions of destroying the enemy vessel, although he himself didn't have the firepower to do so. Perhaps Brawl, or any other Shadow Eternity member with equal or greater firepower could deal with the enemy. Either way, to let the crew of that ship live would be a security breach. The only other way other than death that would be acceptable for them would for that ship to join the ranks of Shadow Eternity. Even in that case, Blackout would keep a keen eye for any sign of Deception, and would take great pleasure in completely exterminating them. As the helicopter grew further away from the enemy vessel, Blackout made sure to take measures that would prevent the enemy from tracking them. He was excellent at such stealth initiatives. Again, he was no Soundwave, but he could safely say that he could throw off most means of detection.

[eemmtt]

Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B This situation was starting to get weird for him the strange people he was with, the drill, and the girl in a coffin inside a pit. Ignace stilled hope he could find any sort of imperial bastions. "It's not like waking up in a strange place is a bad. That's how i got drafted into the imperial guard," he said to the girl to try and mostly like fail to calm her down. "Umm..What was the last thing you remember?" the guardsman asked the girl in the coffin after he realized what he had said.

[Scarifar]

Senbonzakura - Giovanna's Room, Shadow Eternity HQ

Senbonzakura stared at the picture of the coffin for a few moments, then looked back at Giovanna. He was about to ask about the coffin when Ayako and Mai came in, interrupting his train of thought. "Did you give the retreat order!?" Ayako snapped, pointing at Giovanna, "It wasn't the leader. No-one on the ship will take responsibility. So it must have been someone else here! She could have been on that ship!" Eyebrow twitching in annoyance, Senbonzakura counted to three, then drew his sword and put the sharp edge near Ayako's neck. "Such outbursts are not to be tolerated. Why don't you calm down and explain yourself?" Senbonzakura suggested. "It's certainly a lot better than yelling out without an evident motive."

[VitaVitaAR]

Dlanor A. Knox - Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

Dlanor shook her head at Blake's question. "No prisoners are stored upon this SHIP. I am not sure what they sought HERE." It was... strange and confusing. Dlanor was unsure of why they would expect there to be a prisoner on a ship like this. The Tanngrisnir, while it possessed defensive armaments, was a transport ship. Cargo and civilians, not prisoners. Certainly, there were prison ships used by the UMMA for powerful multiversal criminals, but such offenders would hardly be stored anywhere near any civilians. It was strange, then, why two people would be so thoroughly convinced that a prisoner would be held here. A part of the tiny Inquisitor of Heaven questioned whether there may have been some form of deception involved on some level, but for now the more serious matter was the safety of the passengers on-board the ship. She paused, however, for a moment, when Russ spoke. "... It is possible they are misguidedly searching for someone who DEFECTED," she replied. "However, I am uncertain if this is the CASE." She noticed Patchouli's entrance after a moment, and turned to face the purple-haired girl. "Do you have a potential theory, KNOWLEDGE?"

Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B

Black Rock Shooter glanced at Suwako for a moment. It was a... faint impression of something, perhaps she was not the best at reading emotions, but the hat-wearing girl's smile seemed less than happy. More bitter, if anything. However, she did not understand why and there was no direct harm involved, and so soon Black Rock Shooter's focus returned to the blonde girl in the coffin. Her emotions were far clearer, she seemed quite distressed about her current location. When Suwako spoke to her, the girl looked up. "I... I was..." The girl concentrated for a moment. "... My bedroom was in a very clean place. There were some lights... there were stuffed toys, too. Where did all those go..." When the stressed-sounding older woman asked about her bedroom, she folded her arms. "It's meant to be above ground. I think it was a big building or... something..." Black Rock Shooter found herself looking back up the hole. Big building...? Like those skyscrapers that jutted out of the sand, that the creatures had come out of? Is that what the little girl meant?

Giovanna's Room, Shadow Eternity Headquarters

Almost exactly at the moment that Senbonzakura's blade flashed to Ayako's neck, so to did the Tonbogiri pull itself into existence with a flash of green light. The blade was immediately pointed at the man's neck, just as he threatened Ayako. Mai's eyes narrowed, becoming far colder than they had previously appeared. "This is the Tonbogiri." The blade glinted, a green haze around its edge. "The dragonfly-cutting spear. So sharp that not even the fabric of reality is safe from its blade. If you don't wish to find out why, I think you should stop threatening my friend." Ayako simply glared at the man, seething in for once quiet rage. Mai turned to look to Giovanna, still holding the Tonbogiri so that its blade pointed to Senbozakura's neck. "Ayako wants to know who ordered the retreat of our assault vessel, which was attacking the UMMA Tanngrisnir. If you don't have anything to do with it, we'll move on."

[IncredibleBee]

"Anyways, if you can't bring me to a city, just bring me to the next closest thing. At least show me a map. How am I supposed to know where I am without a map?" Guts said, eyeing the primate with his singular eyeball. Steadily, he shifted the weight of the Dragonslayer to over his shoulder, as opposed to down to the side.

[Dead Cruiser]

Daijuji Kuzaku Kuzaku nodded tiredly, hearing Saber's answer. He wasn't certain that this person would be able to help him with his specific issue, but at the very least, they might know who could. He plodded away as the recovery teams flooded into the restaurant district. Finally, after an exhausting battle, he would be able to seek help for the issue that had been plaguing him since earlier that afternoon. Reaching the elevators, he inserted his identification card into the navigational computer stationed next to it, and searched for this "Aura Bright" in the Yggdrasil directory. Once he figured out where her office actually was, he entered the information into the elevator control panel, and awaited the arrival of one of the numerous transports that ran through Yggdrasil like a circulatory system. What with the emergency just now, there was likely to be a flood of arrivals to this level, and the elevator system was probably quite backed up. Kuzaku leaned against the wall, exhausted, as he waited for an elevator to arrive. --- Kiss-Shot Things were starting to come together. Almost. Sort of. Not really. In any case, they were making some progress at the very least. Kiss-Shot crossed her arms as she thought out the girl's answer. There were the ruins of buildings on the surface, were there not? Their state of decay suggested that the surface had been uninhabited for hundreds of years. This girl had quite clearly been underground for a very long time. And this drill was clearly meant to dig her up. Exactly why, no one could be sure, but the obvious amount of power she wielded was a strong hint. The remaining question was why the project had been apparently abandoned, with the girl still in the pit. "Regardless, I find it to be terribly gloomy down here. Shall we relocate to the surface?" The vampire asked, extending a hand to the girl. --- Giorno Giovanna A pair of young girls barged into Giorno's office demanding answers about a retreat order. Even as they did so, one of the men assigned to him held a blade to the closer girl's throat, apparently offended by their entrance. As he did, the other retaliated by holding a spear to his throat. Giorno's face twisted from its usual expression of content indifference to one of mild annoyance. "That is quite enough." He said in a calm, yet strong voice. As though his very soul was rising from him, the spectral form of Gold Experience Requiem manifested from Giorno. Even floating in a neutral pose behind him, the uniqueness of Giorno's Stand was obvious. Though all stands had a certain sensory element of incorporeality to them, this one seemed to be both present and nonexistent at once. Simultaneously real and unreal. Such was the power of Gold Experience Requiem. "Put your weapons away. I'll only say it once." His face and voice were both utterly cold. They needed to be reminded of why he was their superior. Looking to the girls, he answered their inquiry. "I gave the order, but the directive came from above me. Redistribution of manpower; you've both been reassigned." He handed them papers from the sorted piles on his desk. "If you have any questions, direct them to my assistant," He gestured to the turtle on his desk, "As you can see, I'm quite busy."

[Scarifar]

Senbonzakura - Shadow Eternity HQ

Unfazed by the spear or the Stand, Senbonzakura held the position for a moment, then followed Giovanna's order and sheathed his sword. "We shall settle this another time," Senbonzakura said. "For now, let us concentrate on our respective missions." Even he knew better than to start a conflict in a place like this. He turned to Giovanna and said, "I no longer have any questions; we shall depart to this client world when able." He was still a bit curious about the coffin, but he figured he would learn its secrets in time and make his own decisions when the time came. For now, he was just glad he had something to do.

[RolePlayerRoxas]

Gilgamesh & Enkidu

"My name? Oh, I'm sure you've heard of it..." Gilgamesh replied with all the humble modesty he possessed (somewhere below none at all), "my name is the name of a man that has traversed many fields, fought many battles, and slain many a wild beast! My name is the name that resounds throughout history as an epic legend!" Just as the theatrical man was about to turn a simple introduction into an epic, Enkidu helpfully and pointedly growled, which seemed to indicate to Gilgamesh that he should shut up. Fuming, he simply folded his arms and muttered, "name's Gilgamesh." And with everyone spared from his raving, Enkidu approached the counter, picking up a menu along the way. It had an annoying bloodstain on it, and seemed a little frayed, as if it had been repeatedly stepped on during the course of battle. Eh, it would still work on getting his point across, right? Trusting it in the face of the girl behind the counter, Enkidu pointed at random food items on the menu, eyes glittering with desire for more food. Clearly, he was not alone in wanting food, so tere wasn't much point in waiting! "So, I take it you guys are really strong warriors, huh?" Gilgamesh asked Nono, "you caught my interest with your skills!"

[Moonman]

Arragoz Plizgin - Federayshun Muthership The Ork was just about to 'thank' the soldier for his cooperation by not krumping him, that was until Faures revealed to him that the humie had been lyin'. Admittedly, the Ork didn't have much against being a lyin' git, as deception was one of his favoured 'kunnin' triks.' However, being lied to was a different matter entirely. "You'z shuldn't 'ave done dat, humie. Nows you'z gunna getz it." With a rather sudden and quick movement of his hand, Arragoz snapped the poor sod's neck with practised ease. "Da git din't squeal, so I'z din't stik 'im wiff me choppa. Ain't dat roight boyz," the Ork remarked, while stifling a short series of guffaws. When the greenskin finished appreciating his own particular brand of humour, he returned to the closest an Ork could get to being serious. "Al'roight den, we'z gotz 'awselves a job to do, so'z into the vents we go lads." As he was saying this, the greenskin casually nicked the gauntlet-device off the humie's corpse, figuring it could come in handy later. With that out of the way, Arragoz promptly dropped down before practically sliding into the vent. Indubitably, he was a creature of immeasurable grace.

[clanjos]

Kamen Rider Fifteen, Client World 576143290-B On the surface, a number of pale, faceless lanky humanoids with long arms drew closer to a man with a spear shaped like a fish. This game of cat and mouse had been going on for about a week. The monsters would catch up to him, he'd run for a bit, then kill a few, then run more. Takahara had learned from their hunting tactics. One of the creatures' chest opened to reveal the empty black void of its mouth. Anatomically unfeasible, yes, but Takahara had seen stranger. "It's time for the curtain call, monsters." With that, he grasped the knife on his belt, bringing it down twice. His helmet glowed a brighter blue as the belt called out... "POSEIDON AU LAIT! SHARK!" With that, a number of sharks made of energy flew out, biting into the humanoids repeatedly and holding them steady, as the knife came down three times. "POSEIDON SPARKING! WHALE!" Though the sharks were losing their grip on the humanoids, Takahara had accomplished what he needed to. The tremendous ball of energy gathered above, a sphere of water held in place only by surface tension. The ball began boiling, and soon a whale made of plasma dropped onto the humanoid creatures, causing them to turn to ash. Takahara breathed a sigh of relief. Until Shadow Eternity came to rescue their operatives- which, honestly, wasn't likely after being stranded her for a week- it seemed it was up to him to make this world a little less of a shithole and a little more worth conquering. --- Dakro Shieldbearer, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir Dakro sat at a table in the ship's mess hall, going through more food. Summoning all those fyora had taken it out of him, and now it was time to recharge his mystical essences with delicious ornk steaks. The growing pile of bones next to his plate hinted at the guardian's massive appetite. The cafeteria didn't even bother trying to issue him meal tickets. If they did, he'd just summon, slaughter, and cook an ornk in the cafeteria. It seemed even time in the multiverse couldn't imbue a man from a semi-medieval mystical culture with an understanding of workplace hygiene or the concept of bacteria.

[Minder]

Blake Belladonna, Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

There was the soft sound of someone clearing their throat, and Blake turned to see the ship's librarian, Patchouli. She gave the girl a nod and a smile - Blake spent almost as much time in the library as she did her own quarters, to they were already well-acquanted. She did wince internally, though, when she remember how she'd left her book in the mess hall when the alarms started. She was pulled back to the present by Russ's voice, pointing out the possibility of a defector among the passengers. "That is a possibility." She said, nodding. "Although I'd think we'd know about them ourselves..." She glanced across at Dlanor for confirmation, but the shorter woman didn't seem to know for sure either. "Either way, we should check on the passengers." She said, moving to enter the civilian quarters, only pausing to see if Patchouli had anything to add.

Subaru Nakajima, Yggdrasil medical centre

Subaru rubbed the back of her head. "Eheh, I wish we were unbeatable." She said, chuckling. "As with any tool, success depends on the skill of the user. Luckily, my Master is very skilled." "Of course you'd say that, Mach Caliber." Subaru laughed sheepishly, patting the pendent lightly before turning back to Aura. "Oh, it's alright, I get that too! The UMMA worlds are a lot more diverse than I was expecting! Most of the TSAB's planets used to be Belkan colonies, so it's been cool to see something different!"

[Zero Hex]

Cliff nodded, now actually facing Marko since he could see properly again. Kind of. His eyes were still stinging and a bit watery, but it was much better than before. He was rather unhappy with the answers he'd been provided, though. Find a killer robot thingy, make it tell them where exactly the probably horrible virus thingamadoo was at, then find the nerd in charge who he was now sure had doped himself up into a horrible, disgusting creature that'd be nigh impossible to kill. Yes siree, Cliff Nobles was not new to this dance and he smelled trouble. Big, big trouble that would totally ignore a million bullets. Well, at least there was apparently a silver lining to it all. "Alright, so me an magic dude gotta go in there. But those dudes go first, yeah?". It was a very important question for him. As far as he was concerned, everything was always better if you had a group of people going first, attracting all danger to themselves so you could get by unharmed.

[Earnest Evans]

"Anyways, if you can't bring me to a city, just bring me to the next closest thing. At least show me a map. How am I supposed to know where I am without a map?" Guts said, eyeing the primate with his singular eyeball. Steadily, he shifted the weight of the Dragonslayer to over his shoulder, as opposed to down to the side.

@IncredibleBee

Neo-Umbrella Parking Lot

As Julius had gone off to interrogate the security guards, Private Bernd Bachmann had taken over as the diplomat assigned to Guts. Bernd, ever the diplomatic soul, completely forgoed the instructions he'd been given and decided to bluntly inform Guts of what's happening. "Alright, buddy, listen up. You aren't on your world anymore. A map isn't going to help you at all, since you're dealing with interdimensional travel. Put simply, the only thing we can do is guess where your world is, go to that, and dump you in the nearest city. Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions about your world, and your answers will help us determine where your world is. Okay?" Flint Marko nodded. This Nobles fellow was more astute than he had previously thought! "That's right, sir. They're just about ready to breach the facility, so it'd probably be best if you hurried out."

Neo-Umbrella Facility

Meanwhile, in the Neo-Umbrella lab, Squads Alpha, Gamma, and Zeta successfully breached the doors they were at. One man to a door, they carefully and methodically cleared their respective rooms. Jack Morgan's room was completely ruined, with the same characteristic bolt-wounds and greatsword-marks as the main hallway. Evidently, Guts had come through here. Jack examined one of the corpses, in the hopes of finding an employee ID. Microcline's room appeared to be a hastily-abandoned breakroom. A pair of vending machines hummed gently in the back corner, next to a still-working coffee machine. Microcline absentmindedly broke one of the tables inside, and returned to the main hallway. Sindibad Darude's room lead into yet another hallway. This one had no doors except for one at the end. Sindibad headed down the hallway, and made ready to open the door. Hu Ameye's room was lined with man-sized opaque tubes attached to life support systems. None of them appeared to be occupied, as a readout at the base of each one listed information about their occupants, most importantly that they had been recently "flushed". Hu began to examine the tubes, hopefully to find some information about the BOW's they've been fighting. Arby's Mcdonalds' room was also a hallway. A small nameplate at the door at the end of the hallway said 'Chief of Security'. Arby's informed the platoon over the radio, and made ready to breach the Chief's door. David Leatherhoff's room was hideously cold, and lined with shelves filled with plastic jars. On the jars were labels for a wide variety of chemicals, both toxic and nontoxic. Shaking his head, David turned back to the main hallway. Ollanius Pious' room appeared to be an office, judging by the rows and rows of cubicles. Searching through this room would most likely bring nothing to light. Ollanius turned back to the main hallway. Rimanahson Vilderil's room was a unisex bathroom. It appears that a scientist had hidden himself inside, and killed himself as soon as he heard the team approaching. Rimanahson searched the man's pockets, hoping to find something useful.

[IncredibleBee]

"Hmmm... Inter-dimensional?" Guts asked in a mysterious manner. In truth, he wasn't entirely sure what that meant. Apparently he'd escaped his world entirely. Griffith was up to some serious shit. "Alright. Ask away, then." he said, cautiously sheathing the Dragonslayer.

[Earnest Evans]

Bernd nodded sagely. The Medieval Trope Trio Test had not once failed before, and today would hopefully be no worse. "Alright, here we go. Question One: What material do you make a peasant's roof out of, and what does it look like?" The roofing question was seemingly a nonsequitur, but was vitally important to determining the exact time a certain world was stuck in. Sod or leather would logically suggest pre-medieval technology, while processed wood and stone would suggest Middle Ages to Renaissance technology. "Question Two: How can you bring someone back to life?" The resurrection question was equally as nonsensical, but exactly as important in determining the "Realism" factor. If resurrection was trivial, the world would be far above high fantasy. If resurrection was impossible, the world would be grounded in the same desert of realism as a Datum planet. "Question Three: What do trolls look like, and what do they eat?" The troll question was the most important one of all, as it determined the "grimness" of a world. Grim worlds usually had trolls of many different shapes and sizes, and happier worlds either had no trolls or singular kinds of troll. This question wasn't foolproof, but was easy enough for a medieval Roamer to understand that it wouldn't be much of a problem. "Take your time, buddy. We've got all day to plot a course back to your home."

[IncredibleBee]

"A peasant with a house... he'd have straw or scrap wood, I'd imagine." Guts said, trying to remember any slums he'd seen. "And resurrection? Resurrection is impossible, plain and simple. If it were, I imagine I'd have heard a rumor by this point." "And trolls..." Guts said, remembering the time he'd had to fight a large bunch. They were nasty beats. "They're these big, hairy guys with oversized noses that smell like garbage, feces, and smegma. Use simple weapons, like cudgels and spears. They attack in packs, and kidnap and rape women to breed. I can't remember what they eat. Mostly meat, I guess." Guts shrugged. At least they were fun to cut loose with.