Th3King0fChaos — Roleplayer Guild

Time: 9 am
Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: Rosaria @Potter,  Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Jomari @baraquiel, Caelan @Alivefalling, Sophie @princess, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu, Nuallán @13org
Equipment: A set of new clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears.

Ismael had let out a mental sigh of relief when he hears the Princess commented on his clothing and made a quick judgment that he was picked up in an inopportune moment. Ismael let a small smile of affirmation come onto his face as he says to her, "It seems to be that way, ma'am, but you can't control things like that. In any case, I'll be happy to assist in any way I can".

Ismael was certain that he will assist how he can, after all, they were his ticket home. So his next question was why were they here, but like any good soldier, he waited until he was told. They were probably gonna tell them soon, after all, there was a slight urgency in some of the people who weren't directly talking to them. Most people had already disappeared at this point and the people summoned were all still here.

Honestly, Ismael wished that wasn't the case, because then he wouldn't be hearing so much yelling. Ismael turned to see the others who were here, the loudest of them seemed to have been swinging a knife around. He seemed to stand at an average height with a very slim frame, more towards that of a female. His features screamed that of a female, yet how he is yelling screams the of his more male aspects. From how he held the knife, he must have at least a basic understanding of how to use the blade. So Ismael wasn't gonna forget about him, however, he wasn't worried enough to need to be afraid. The thing to astonish him with that interaction and the next one was the introduction of something extraordinary, magic. The moment Rosaria summoned light from her hand, Ismael knew this was gonna be a strange day. 

And within moments of this happening Caelen proved Ismael's suspicions, the kid was of average height, a little less slim build than the person yelling before him, but he seemed more eager about the situation. His eagerness had turned sour as the other Princess, probably a woman who is less soft than her sister, seemed very blunt about putting out the boy's weed. Caelan did not take kindly to that as he slammed his foot into the ground, and the earth underneath him cracked. Ismael's only thought was that he was far more dangerous than anyone else he sees. The kid had enough power to crack stone just from him being upset a little, Ismael knew that much, and something like that would kill someone and he did not want to be on the end of that. Thankfully he looked like a normal enough person. He seemed on the younger side, his demeanor really lent towards that, so if he got physical it wouldn't be hard to stop him. Yet Ismael definitely knew he needed to watch for him, he could just quickly hurt someone without Ismael being able to react.

Yet among the men here, the one who made the largest impression upon Ismael wasn't the 7-foot tall dragon man, it was the butler of the two girls. His demeanor in the face of a man swinging around a knife around and the boy who cracked stone under his boot was quite remarkable. His composure was untarnished, and his voice was steady and strong. This man didn't show he was a skilled fighter, but his composure and stiffness in front of it all told values upon what kind of man he was. Ismael gave Nuallán a nod and a "Thank you" before he went and started looking through the clothing quickly to grab something for himself. 

After all of this, Ismael hoped for something simple and easy to wear, something with a bit of comfort to it. Yet to his dismay, most of the clothing was not in his size, as it was either too short or too slim. Yet he persisted in his search, as he finally found something in his size, a set of tight-fitting clothing. It seemed to be decently thick and sturdy, yet seemed very rouge-esque with a bit of wildness in it. Something Ismael didn't quite think it would fit him, but fit him it did.

He sighed as he quickly put the outfit on, it was tight in a few spots, the main points being at his crotch and knees. The pants didn't want to move with him, but it was the only pair that seemed to have the chance of fitting him, so he has to deal with it. The shirt was also annoying, feeling his lower stomach exposed so much made him feel slightly uncomfortable, but again it was the best he was gonna get without needing to make his own clothing. But among it all, he didn't even show the slightest sign of discomfort. The boots however fit like a dream, they fit just right on the foot and ankle, and with just a bit of tightening of the laces, it made them truly perfect to match his arch. Ismael always put high stock in boots, if you have a good pair of boots, even Hell would be just that much easier to go through.

Ismael had just finished adjusting his boots to find the other Princess had made her way over to him to give him some strange ears. They looked like those cosplay wolf ears you'd find people wearing. Yet these seem so strange, they seemed so real and felt real. After a quick inspection, they were told this was to be a part of their disguise, so Ismael quickly put them. As once they were on, he started shifting and moving his body, making sure they wouldn't fall off from movements and normal. He'd need to get used to them, they all would, because adjusting your ears isn't something anyone normally does.

Ismael had finished all of his basic preparations into looking like he didn't just drop out of a portal. He was ready to leave, yet the Princesses had prepared food for them to eat before heading of. Ismael wasn't particularly hungry, however, it seemed that there could be a possibility of them leaving very quickly, so having food in you is important, and he hasn't eaten in a few hours, so he gave a slight nod to the person who brought the food in, and the Butler again before he started eating. He looked back at the others as he thought: 'Oh boy, this'll be another 'exciting' adventure. Let's hope it goes better than Lichtenstein'

Time: 4 am -> 9 Am
Location: A small hotel in Somalia -> Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Potter
Equipment: Underwear, Dog tags, and a bed.

Ismael was just about to go to bed for the night. The night was long and he needed to get up in a few hours. They will be heading out to Senegal to deliver arms to the forces there, and they were expected there by tomorrow. Yet Ismael wanted to fix his bed and making sure it was spotless. This was a small thing he always did anytime they were stayed at hotels, even if it was on the nicer end. So he moved everything off of the bed and onto the dresser. Once he did he took a black light and flashed it over the entire bed, as it glowed like a Christmas tree. With a face of disgust he flipped the bed over to see the other side, it was even worst.

Ismael then thought, what if all of his stuff is covered, as he flashed himself, and sure enough, he glowed as well. He was disgusted as he took off everything and headed to the shower. After a quick shower, he went and checked the blankets and sheets, sadly the ones on the bed were gross, but the spares were all clean, as he started to put a layer of blankets and sheets on top of the bed as he then used a spare sheet as a blanket. yet before he was able to finish making his bed, Ismael saw a bright light behind him, as he turned thinking it was one of his buddies who snuck in with his spare key. Yet what he saw was otherworldly, as a large portal opened, and before Ismael could get to the head of his bed, he was already pulled in.

Once Ismael was through, he felt his body was about to hit the floor, so he curled himself up before the moment of impact to allow himself to roll through and onto his feet. Right when he came up he saw the place he was in, and he wasn't concerned about the architecture, just the fact he didn't know where he was. Ismael quickly looked around to find anything to defend himself and he saw his bed. He hopped up quickly and threw himself back to it where he 'knew' a weapon was. But right when he grabbed at the pillows and threw them off, he was met with a surprise, there was nothing there. As he remembered, he had left his gun on the dresser because he was still making his bed.

With a click of the tongue, he looked back upon hearing the voice of a woman behind him. When the woman spoke, Ismael was defensive, yet she was very passive and even trying to be comforting. Ismael let her speak, yet felt weird, as everything here felt so different. The air here was so strange it felt clear but almost suffocatingly so, the temperature here was very different, and even the atmospheric pressure was very different. They must have been a decent height above sea level. Once Ismael quickly acclimated to the sensory overload he spoke, "Avalia? Never heard of...". 

As that was the moment Ismael began looking and he saw everything around him for what it was. The woman in front of him was strange, her features were strong, yet what was most prominent was her ears, they had such length and sharpness. Ismael knew what an Elf was, if you had access to any form of visual media you knew what an Elf was. He started looking towards each person around him as he realized: 'Oh, this is very real. If it was a dream, I'd summon a gun right now'. Sure enough, when a gun doesn't appear in his hand, and he doesn't start flying around as you'd normally do in a lucid dream, he knew this was real.

Ismael snapped himself out of his ideas and thoughts as he walked over to Princess Rosaria and shook her hand, knowing that cooperation is the best was the best thing to do here, "It is good to meet you, Princess Rosaria, my name is Ismael Helstein". He tried to set a firm and strong impression, not knowing that he already did, just not the way he wanted.

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