[Video]

[The video feed clicks on to reveal a cloaked and hooded figure speaking, doing their best to keep their face hidden. From the sound of the voice it's probably female, but it's a bit gruff and growling so it's hard to tell.]

It has been some time since I've worn this form, or last been to this place. I made some enemies and some... acquaintances the last time I was here, but I do not wish to jump to any conclusions. I know people come and go rather readily here, but since the introduction with Miss Schnee and the comm device seem to be the same, I would like to ask if Professor Ozpin is still here.

[He at least, seemed like he would make a trustworthy ally.]

I would also ask if the species name Laguz means anything to any of you. In the meantime I might be looking for work as a bodyguard, hunter, or tracker, if anyone needs such things.

(VIDEO)
[Not really a fan of these bright and shiny things, but if the magic projector is truthful, then it may be of use in the long run.

When his image is broadcasted, he is taking a clear risk revealing his cat-eared head and heterochromia eyes to a bunch of strangers. Though his smile easily hides any reservations.]

Right, so I'll cut to the chase. Name's Ranulf, and if this woman in white is truthful, I should be making myself comfy for a long vacation I didn't know I wanted.

[He briefly glances to the sky, wincing and showing catty fangs a moment as he looks back.]

Given how it feels like someone used a Bolganonne tome in the sky, I shouldn't dally.

(ACTION)
[Lucky for Ranulf, he found his ever-so-wonderful disguise of worn cloak and a hood. And that's how he looks as he wanders around the different cities, almost like a giant walking potato. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world, but at the very least it provides shade from this sun.

The beast Laguz merely carries on, acting like he belongs here while listening on for any information about Telius, the Greil Mercenaries, this weird world and...well, anything. He's even careful to avoid being seen sniffing the air for anyone familiar. Ranulf spots a interesting looking individual, however, and approaches with a friendly smile and a wave.]

Hello there! Excuse me if I'm interrupting, but could you tell me a bit about this town?

Return me to my friends. [Erza stands in the middle of the room, body still beaten and bruised from the battle she was just in. Bandages covered her chest; black pants flared out at her ankles, with red flames dripping down the cuffs. She's been beaten severely, black and purple bruises covering her form where the clothes failed to.]

At once. [That's all she has to say on the matter.]

[Lethe Is sitting alone up in a tree, apparently trying to stay out of the major cities as much as possible. She clears her throat before finally posing her question to the community.]

How prevalent is Racism here in Genessia? In my home of Telius, wars were constantly fought over it and more, yet when one finds themselves in an entirely different world, one can't always expect things to be the very same.

As for any of the Beorc here, I seem to have said this once or twice already during my stay here, but usually when we Laguz refer to your species as human rather than Beorc, we mean it as an insult or racial slur. Many of the Beorc I have met here have actually been rather accepting of beings outside their own species, which is to be understandable when we've all been dragged from different realms of existence.

My point in talking about all this, is to try to gauge just how relevant all these 'offers' from those who wish to protect individuals that are... 'sub-human' not humans like me.

[The way she says sub-human is like the very words want to make her gag in disgust, as if the term were an even worse racial slur than any other she could possibly utter. With a few words of caution, Lethe thought better of including that bit of racial slur into her post, deciding that it would be better that such a word be left unspoken.]

[When Peach awakens, she's understandably alarmed. She's not in her castle at all...or even in another castle! What she does have is a box of goodies, and while she must confess that the necklace is lovely, she can only conclude that she's been kidnapped for a very forceful tourist vacation in a mysterious land. She stands up, plucks at her skirts, and leaps off of the pod to glide gracefully to the entrance of the Bay. No sense getting her feet wet! Once she lands, she lets go of her skirts and peeks outside. The night skies are clear, and the air is a little chilly.]

[Did her kidnappers give her a radio? It seems so. Well then, the first thing she needs to do is call for help.]

[Video]

Mario! Luigi? Toad! Is anybody there? It's me, Peach!

[She waits for a response for a brief moment, but of course, there isn't one. Her expression grows distressed.]

I think I've been kidnapped again. It's a strange land I've never seen before. There seems to be cheese everywhere, and while it looks quite delicious, I assure you I was placed here against my will.

Please! You must come and find me. I'm counting on you!

[She holds her delicate gloved hand to her chin, then reluctantly stops the feed. If they can hear her, they'll surely respond. But if they can't...! It may be up to her to confront her kidnapper all on her own.]

[When the video starts, it is of a closeup of a rather pale yet sharply dressed and handsome face that has been revealed to very few. He looks at the device with his throne towering behind him. And when he speaks, it is a very charismatic baritone, one that seems to echo and soothe all at once, despite the rage boiling beneath the surface.]

Good evening, Genessia. I would like to introduce myself. My name is Vlad Ill Tepes, however most would know me more readily by my nickname, given to me by humans who failed to grasp who and what exactly I am; Dracula.

I have recently found myself in this place, and have opened one of these "gates" talked of in the literature given to us that has provided me access to my other half, the castle that is as much a part of me as my own hand; Castlevania.

I am what you would know as a vampire. And I would like to extend an offer. To all those of inhuman origin, you need not suffer the slings of humans that would persecute you, and will find sanctuary within the walls of Castlevania. Likewise, you humans who have seen the filth and lies spread by others, the cesspool of hatred that permeates your kind, you I offer refuge from humans and the chance to surpass your humanity, to transcend your mortality, and become as gods among ants. Come to the gates of Castlevania and declare your intention, and the gates will be opened to you.

However, I offer this one warning; make sure your resolve is true, and your heart set. Castlevania is very much alive, and like all living things it has blood, blood that will weed out those unworthy to be within its halls.

[Not a lot to see here; just Yukihime sitting down to take some video.]

I know there are a few nonhumans around and you lot just love to talk about yourselves and what's different where, so indulge me for a second on a personal interest.

Are any of you immortal?

[When Vlad had first awoke, he thought he was once again rising from his coffin, however that quickly that proved to not be the case. As soon as the lid of the capsule opened, he burst forth in a cloud of bats, soaring off into the night. Once he found a nice secluded area to gather himself, he inspected his surroundings, and the materials placed on his person. While annoyed at this latest turn of events, he could not be surprised.]

It seems this place yearns for chaos as well...

[His voice was muted, muttering more to himself than anything as he stepped off the building he had chosen to land on, this time taking the form of a black-furred wolf, stalking the streets, looking for a suitable place to raise his castle, and finding only frustration in the shadowy streets. At least the night was dark enough he could hide from sight with little effort.]

[A rather grumpy visage can be seen on the communicator, screen as Lethe seems to be mashing buttons at random.]

This is stupid... I hate Beorc devices, I hate Beorc cities, I hate being kidnapped, and for the love of the goddess, I hate not knowing who in the hell is responsible! ... But when I find them... I will tear out their throat if they don't have a good reason for bringing me here.

[A feline hiss comes out of the cat laguz as she throws her communicator on the ground, splashing in the inch deep water.]

...

And I hate my fur getting wet.

(ooc: Enter Lethe! Fire Emblem's very own tsundere catgirl of snark and bark. She's coming just after the events of Radiant dawn's epilogue, where she was in her cozy jungle/forest home, to being dumped here with you folks. Feel free to chat with her through her communicator, or meet her in person at the bay! Warning: Cat bites can be nasty.]