[ She'd been here before. And she remembered having time to grieve, but having left and come back, the most recent memories weren't pleasant ones and without a the cold brains of a professional mercenary-slash-hitman to keep that down, Liv took a while to even get out of her pod.

She lay silently, staring at the rugged stone ceiling of the Bay, letting only the sound of the water's ripples and echoes fill her ears. Even without the panic of not knowing where she was, what had once been scars were freshly opened wounds and a reminder that what she had made her life's purpose was once again out of reach in a land where anyone real who died was brought back. A silent twenty minutes later, she took a forced breath. First step: food. Which meant the first step of the first step was finding out if anyone was working in the morgue right now and to get her job back.

Hospital Morgue Shenanigans for Edward Nygma.

With food out of the way and a fresh brain kicking in, it was time to greet the public. Olivia Moore back in action. The video starts with her looking like she's just been stretching, wearing a tank top. ]

Rob Thomas died in my world. Sorry to the Matchbox Twenty fans, may he rest in peace. [ Or in the stomachs of a bunch of military contractor zombies. But you know. ]

Last thing I remember here was the winter party. What'd I miss? Make it snappy, I've got a 5k to run before lunch. A day without a jog is a day lived like a log.

[ Health nut. At least running is a good distraction. Good to know what kind of brain she'd nabbed out of the morgue. Guess you can eat pine nut and kale smoothies all you want, they're not going to stop an out-of-control mini-van. ]

[ It's definitely a video. But at first, it's just of plate-shod boots stomping their way through the water in the Bay, the phone swinging with the person's gait, obviously being held face down in one hand.

That voice, though. It sounds like its owner gargled with hot ash and glass dust. And it's definitely cursing. ]

Min'etuna etunash sal?!

Pala'ga!

[ Though if you've never heard a Thedosian elf cursing... ]

Len'alas lath'din!

[ Man, good luck.

Stomp stomp stomp. Splash splash splash. ]

How is this...

[You know? Being told he was being banished for a few hundred years, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He really expected to be... dead. Really dead. Painfully dead. Or tortured. And dead.

Some combination of the two.

He supposed, grimly, that the Charred Council had just assumed he'd merely been tricked by Abaddon into allowing the End Times to begin early. That the captain of the Hellgaurd had already fallen before this point and the Well Watcher had just been deceived.

He'd say he wasn't that gullible but...

In any case.

This wasn't... what he had expected to see. This wasn't the wasteland he was so sure he'd be thrown into. No desert crafted from the ashes of the dead, no burning city, no massive cemetery.

It was... it was alive, he could scarcely believe it. He'd almost thought perhaps that the hologram in the cave had just been some forgotten technology, there was no way this could happen and yet-

The phone.

Well he'd be a pretty crummy lover of humans if he didn't know what a cell phone was. He really didn't have to ponder too much on how to use it either. Wings awkwardly shifting and fluffing in confusion and silent, frantic hope, he pulled out the device.

He had to see something. He had to know. Standing outside the caves, he evened his voice, prepared his expectations and...]

... Is there anyone else here?

[So here we are again.

It's always such a pleasure

Szel, angling the device at him, looking considerably miffed]

I'm wondering where we might be able to find chew toys.

[Once again, perched on his shoulder is that massive bug, but this time it's faced in the opposite direction, watching the disaster going on in the background:

A fully grown Ninetails attempting to eat what looks like an eight foot long centipede with a human face. The noise is awful, the bug sounds like a mixture of an air raid siren and a screaming infant.

Szel finally grimaces-]

Belz, stop that right this instant or I swear to God, I will lock you in the lounge.

[Belz, the Ninetails, it seems, answers with a short BIFF of a sound, before trying to drag the centi-man off camera.]

Leave it.

[... Tries to drag the centi-mans missing leg off camera-]

Leave it.

[A whine, and the pokemon darts off again, leaving the lesser demon mangled on the floor.]

... Preferably a chew toy that doesn't make any sound, no bells no squeaker. She keeps following me room to room with the waitstaff in her mouth and I can't get a moments peace.

[Video]

*On your screens now is a very bashful-looking Sonico. And why shouldn't she be blushing when she's wearing this rather NSFW outfit? Only, for Sonico, she's wearing it because it is her work. She is standing in the lobby of a mall, and it looks like she's gathered quite a crowd. The camera zooms into Sonico*

Don't forget - Valentine's Day is just around the corner. Make sure you treat your loved one to something special! You will find all sorts of gifts at Nova Mall. From declaring your love and getting hearts racing, be sure to come and check out Nova City Mall for presents they'll fall in love with! Come by today and receive 10% participating stores.

*She's managed to smile most of the way through that, but she looks a little more awkward at the end. Then someone whispers a reminder to her, and Sonico winks on cue. Then the feed cuts*

[Action]

If you've been doing any weekend shopping, you might find Sonico dressed up and standing outside different stores on rotation, beckoning customers and handing out fliers.

Dear Everyone,

I am truly very sorry for any inconvenience I have cause over the last few days. I believe I have been a nuisance, and perhaps also very rude. To those of you I have recently met - I promise that this is not the kind of person I am. 

I am sorry if anyone had to witness a lack of manners from myself. My actions were not truly my own, but I am truly sorry for them all the same.

If there is anything I can do to repair any damage or upset caused, please let me know.

Yours, very sincerely, 
Sonico

P.S If you were gifted any of my belongings during that time, please keep them as a token of my apology.

This is exactly why you don't trust scientists.

Don't get me wrong, I'm as fond of education and exploration as anyone else, but really this problem would have been solved before it even started if we just burned all of the offenders notes and maybe buried his research under a few tons of cement.

Drastic, maybe, but I find it'd probably be a great deal less damaging to the population at large that way.

It'd be just awful if there were to be a Guardian compromised by this.

Can you even imagine.

I hope we've all taken something very important from this, when someone suggests testing a hitherto unknown and possibly dangerous chemical substance on an unknowing populace, we don't just stop at firing them.

If they don't have the moral compass to not suggest using an entire city as a pack of guinea pigs, they probably don't have the moral compass to not do it anyway when you tell them no.

Have we learned nothing from fifties sci fi movies?

 [Video - Sonico: Bad Version]

 *There's a Sonico on the screen, dressed in just her pyjamas - a rather flimsy lilac vest and shorts set. She is lying lazily stretched across her bed and she blinks into the camera with lidded eyes*

Someone bring me cake. Cake and macarons. Make sure the cake is chocolate. And candy. Bring me candy.

[Action - Meanwhile - The Good in Genessia]

*Sonico is carrying a very heavy looking rucksack today, full of many of her belongings. In the park, Sonico starts to unload what she has - knick knacks, clothing, jewellery. Anyone passing by will be offered the goods, for free. On top of that, she is asking every passer by if they need any help, and she is being very insistent*

[So it may look like Cassian has finally felt some form of retribution for running his mouth like a machine gun. The priest on camera has a massive bruise on his jaw, and his lip appears to have just newly scabbed after being split.

Nevertheless, he looks very calm, for once in his time here]

... I feel as if I may have made a mistake in voicing my opinion. I've never been a very polite man, and my mouth gets ahead of me without me thinkin' the words over first. It has always been a personal failing of mine, and I hope from this point out I'll do better to control my temper.

With that bein' said, I owe an apology to our new Guardian for actin' like a child denied a cookie instead of the adult I know that I am. It was uncalled for and rude for me to insult another person like that simply because I personally do not care for them.

Everyone, after all, deserves respect. It is a basic right.

My words were improper, and I should have voiced my dissent more appropriately. Chatter like that before is better left for drunken ramblings than polite conversation, especially in a public forum.

I apologize for my language, and I'll do my best to ensure that I do not lose control of my tongue in an open space such as this again when it comes to important matters.

[Video/Action, Everglade]

[She travels a bit of here and there, introducing herself to meet and greet new people, and that's how she learn quickly to get around the cities and get to know the world better. She got a job quickly enough, and hopefully that will make a sizeable savings in her bank in due given time.

She's in the town square, working as an Everglade Ranger and as part time escort for Namur's Jolly Eddy's.]

"Soooo, this is Everglade. Kinda spooky for a city with all of this fog. Anyway, hello! This is Ruby. I heard this town need some help, so I decide to work as an Everglade Ranger and for Jolly Eddy's."

[And she did make some first successes as a bounty hunter!]

"So far, my job is to protect the civilians and keep everything under control. I hope that will help. What do you think?"

[Look who's back. And... still wearing that same robe. Does he not have any other clothes yet?]

If anyone knows where I can find a good tailor, please, let me know. My needs are simple, but rather... immediate.

[Apparently not. And... is he glowing?]

[Suigintou is sitting at a desk. The little silver haired doll piled up a few cushions on the chair so she’d be at the right height to write, or rather… to draw. Her brows are furrowed and she’s chewing on her lower lip as she concentrates on her ‘art’: a blond girl in a red Victorian dress with ruffles and a matching bonnet. When she’s done, she leans back and casts her work a satisfied look. Then she takes a black marker and starts adding ridiculous moustaches to the girl. She giggles.]

That’s more like it. Now it really does look like you, Shinku!

[Suigintou sets the sharpie down and sighs.]

Now that’s official. I’ve reached the height of boredom.

…I wonder what my Medium and his ‘girlfriend’ are up to.

[Zeref and Mavis, if you hear this, you'd better run and hide. ...Anyone else should too, for that matter. A bored doll is a dangerous thing.]

[When the feed begins, it shows Tori sitting in her room. ...her room that may be a little bit of a disaster area, what with all the scraps of fabric and other various sewing supplies spread all over the place. It's part of her job, she's allowed to be messy.]

I know that for some of us, this is isn't the first time we've been pulled from our world to another one. I'm one of those people, you know?

[She looks away from the camera at the moment, pulling some of her hair back.]

If any of you want to humor a girl's curiosity for a moment or two, would you mind telling me what those other worlds were like?

[She's not even sure what's sparked her curiosity, to be honest. Maybe it's just the amount of time she's spent here getting to her. She's been here longer than she was in Exsilium, after all.]

Who: Zeref, Mavis Vermillion, a brief cameo by Suigintou, and Mod-Controlled NPCs
When: April 20th; 12:07 AM
Where: The Silverleaf Institute of Magic, Fayren
What: Who are you, Taegen?

( Snapshot in the family album... )

[There's the sound of window breaking and then an offended yelp.]

...What kind of brainless moron dared attack me with a bunch of folded papers?

[The feed shows a perfectly normal room, with several beds, a desk and a now broken window. A newspaper is laying on the floor. Though the angle is weird as if the necklace was worn by someone really short, like a cat for instance or a living doll. Suddenly the room is filled with black feathers swirling furiously in the air.]

SHOW YOURSELF!

[When the feather storm stops a few seconds later, the room has become... a complete mess. Feathers, sheets and pillows scattered all over the place. The former weapon newspaper is now reduced to a pile of shreds. Looks like someone lost her temper. The feed ends.]

[Half an hour later, Suiguintou appears on screen. It looks like she's sitting on a rooftop.]

So... let's say someone inadvertently lost their last issue of the Genessia Tribune... Where could they get another one?

( Private to Sayla )

OTA:

{ Zeref's face appears on the screen. He's in the city, the sights and sounds around him clearly identifiable to anybody who's spent any amount of time in Genessia City. He's heading down 14th Street, towards the Bay, the Dream Docks vanishing into the distance behind him. }

Something about this world has been bothering me.

{ Something about a big party is heard in the background, spoken between a couple sharing a set of headphones. Zeref pays zero attention to them. }

In my world, the majority of dragons view humans as little more than food. The reason why they were hunted nearly to extinction began with that fact. In this world, they keep mainly to themselves. Why is that?

The first sign that something was going on that day hadn't been at the crack. It hadn't even been in Genessia, as a matter of fact. The first sign had been a sound not unlike a window shuddering in a heavy storm. It perforated the atmosphere within Everglade first.

Only a few moments later, Fayren would hear the same shudder echo through its forests, forcing birds to flee the cover of the trees. In the populated areas of the kingdom itself, it would be much quieter, as if it were miles away.

Then it would return to Genessia. The crack in the sky was rapidly saturated, thousands more than before forcing their whole shapeless bodies against the barrier. Some of the strange aurora-tinted color seems to press into their ranks, a few of the strange creatures being forced back, but quickly being replaced by another of its kind.

And a sickening crack could be heard in all archways near and far, but it was loudest in Everglade, where a new crack had formed. Two humongous cracks appeared in Everglade's barrier like a sinister grin as if it were laughing at the town just above the clocktower. The two cracks took only a couple of seconds more before the strange monstrous creatures burst small holes into that crack, not big enough to fit their bodies through at once.

The leaked through, dripping like poison from an apple out of that sneering mouth in the sky until the first of these creatures fell to the ground. The eager, hungry soul from before, whose abyss of a stomach had been shared with the whole of Genessia when he'd opened his misshapen jaw the first time a few days ago now looked from side to side in the streets of Everglade.

The first face he saw was that of an NPC, and he only saw it for a moment before launching himself at the man and pinning him to the ground. Some would recognize him as the grizzled owner of The Rabbit's Foot. A loud scream was put out from the man as the creature opened its jaw wide, but did not eat him. Nothing seemed to happen when his jaw was opened, as a matter of fact.

The creature closed its mouth slowly before standing upright on what seemed to be a two-legged form, though if it had arms they didn't take shape. It made a gesture as if it were cracking its neck as the man escaped quickly, locking the door to his shop behind him.

More of the creatures were piling into Everglade slowly but surely, but this one in particular caught sight of a local werewolf, someone with a pendant, a soul, and repeated his mauling, but this time- this time something happened. This time a strange, glowing mist seemed to pull out of the Everglade resident's body, a faint glimmer of aurora with it, and in a short time this person stopped screaming. They were still alive, but it didn't seem like there was anything... inside, really.

A hissing, victorious laughter left the creature and he moved on, heading toward Genessia's gate along with his oversized mouth pulled up into an eerie grin that reflected the crack in the sky. Those that had made it in through Everglade's crack followed suit.

They had to let the rest of their friends in through Genessia; it was only the polite thing to do.

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It had been a little while since Kefka taunted Zeref with a potential attack. However, he figured they'd had enough time to stew. It was time to attempt to take Zeref and his guild's powers for himself. After all, a wizard with dominion over death magic would make such a lovely crystal.

The relative peace of the day in Everglade was shattered when a large portal opened up near the Tartarus guild hall. The first through its shimmering ring was a massive Behemoth that announced the attack with a bellowing roar while smaller monsters flooded out around it. Metal Hitmen and Vector Lythos made up the bulk of the attack force, though there were a couple Great Malboro among the number as well.