[Genessia City]

[The sound of galloping hooves can suddenly be heard through Genessia City, and anyone who may be paying attention will likely see what looks to be a black horse galloping through the city in what looks to be almost a panic.

Wait! A black horse.....and a flash of silver hooves and...was that a silver horn on it's head? The only way to catch said horse is likely to be a fast runner, or cut her off somewhere because this unicorn's fear instincts are running wild and confused at the moment.]


[Everywhere else]

[A few hours later, people are more likely to spot the unicorn much calmer. Hanging around her neck is a phone, though she wouldn't know how to use it or even really what it is. She may or may not still be a little skittish based on her instincts, but at least she's not galloping and out of her mind at the moment. She almost seems to be exploring this new and unusual place.]

[ooc Note: Since I've been asked, yes, everyone can see this unicorn for what she is. You do not have to be pure of heart or anything to do so.]

Down on the beach by the bay there is a dashing man with vivid red hair, bright blue eyes, and an outfit with a black close fit shirt, with a pink long vest, that reaches his knees, loose over top of it, white pants, a white headband, and pink and black gloves that reach up to the top of his bicep. He is trim and fair, with a toned and strong physique. If people notice him before he notices them, his expression is a bit bland, almost frustrated, but as soon as he sees anyone he lights up in a bright smile, and ladies will get an even bigger welcoming grin out of him.

Left to his own devices he will slowly make his way into the city proper, looking about and taking in the place, and he seems just as likely to notice anyone dressed well as he is anyone dressed like a beggar. He continues to offer very friendly smiles to anyone and everyone who looks his way and even gives extra charming smiles to ladies he sees, of any age.

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[How many full-fledged knights come for a stay? Lightning is armored, armed and looking every inch a servant of her goddess, Etro. This woman doesn't do weak and she is pausing only to address any who might be watching. Then, when her message is concluded, she will continue on her way. Time doesn't fix itself, you know, and she has a little sister to guide...to find...

Her job is never done - or so it feels.]

Was this your desire, great Etro? [Her exhaled breath lifts her pink fringe.] I am Lightning Farron, a servant of the Goddess Etro. If it was by her will that I was brought to this location, so be it, but I sense that someone has interfered. I must return to Valhalla.

[She glances at her audience sharply.]

The unseen will reveal itself in time.

 [Uai has kept his head low while he lets his little Glitch incident blow over. But now that he's had some time to gather more information, he's moving forward. With very innocent motives, honestly! Don't question them. He's definitely not trying to learn what kinds of enemies he might be making later on!]

Good afternoon, everyone. I apologize if this seems out of the blue,  but it's been on my mind for a while now... Seeing as we all come from different worlds, I'm realizing that our definitions of things like "magic" and "science" are very different. It's gotten me quite curious. The limitations I have may not apply to your magic, or vice versa. We might all be accidentally limiting our reach by assuming we're the same.

... So. If I could have a few moments of your time? I would love to learn about how everyone's magic works. Is magic in your world based in some sort of "mana" that flows in the air? Or does it come from your soul? Genetics? Can it be learned, or even taught, in Genessia? Do you need tools? Do we need to make tools for you?

And what about science? If your technology closer to Attleton, or Nova City? Can you travel space yet? Do you have holograms? I wonder what kinds of inventions we could make if we put our minds together?

I hope I'm not being too nosy. It's just fascinating to think about!

[ooc note: If you want to, you can mark your reply "OTA" and use this post for general magic nerd parties? I am not opposed to that if your character is also curious.]

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Voice to Video;

[normally, Cloud would filter his messages to those he specifically wanted to reach out to. between wanting to see if Fenrir was still here, if he even had an apartment to go back to, a job, the pathway to the Church... he didn't even know who was here still or not, or who would remember him. the easiest answer would be that he left while everyone else stayed. but there was only one way to find out,]

Hey.

[great start, Cloud. he pinches the bridge of his nose and under his breath,]

I'm fired, aren't I.

[starting over, the voice switches to video as the camera catches a head of spiky hair and bright blue eyes.]

What did I miss?

 [public video]
[Despite that scary top icon, Uai is smiling for this public video segment. He's settled in his Fayren apartment with some empty notebooks, the plain white sheets being visible in the camera frame.]

Hello, everyone. I'm not interrupting your weekend, am I? My name is Uai. I'm used to traveling between worlds, but this is my first time being captured in one. I was hoping to hear more about the worlds all of you come from. I somehow doubt we're all even from the same multiverse, so it would be interesting to hear what is "normal" for you all. For myself, Attleton and Genessia are the closet I've come to 'home.' What about you?

[semi-private action / forests of Fayren]

(( OOC before I delve into this: This action prompt involves Uai being villainous. HOWEVER: Please do not treat this is a wide-area thing. If you want to get involved in attacking Uai's monsters, please PM me or hmu on plurk. I'm very friendly and open, but I don't want to be balancing 100 fight threads. Thanks so much~! ;v; ))
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action; genessia
[Baldur had been around for the past couple days and boy did he hate this world already. It was boring, it was dull. There was no fighting going on like he was all that use to and in all honesty... he had better things to do. But he at least knew that bitching and moaning wasn't exactly going to get anything done. So he knew the best thing was to bind his time, gather information and see who he could use or hell forbid work with in order to achieve what goals he had.

Getting home for one and gaining the title of King, maybe kill one of the higher angels for good measure to ensure that he is better than the others. But first thing first, he found himself wandering around town, keeping an eye out while at the same time fiddling with the necklace that he had placed around his neck. He assumed that people who might be like him may have such a necklace themselves, so perhaps that was the best place to start.

So expect a demon to be leaning against the wall, watching people walk by.]

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Hi. Before anyone steps forward in order to say the same thing you say a million times to every new arrival. Don't. I already got the information. [Baldur didn't also want to deal with that side of things anyway when he was fully capable of it himself. However, there was one thing he wasn't good at. Actual work. So figuring out what to do was not something he understood fully.]

No, my problem comes from figuring out work. I have not worked a day in my life, so I'm a bit puzzled on what to do. Preferably I would like something that makes information gathering easier if such a thing exists.

[Because he needs to know who he could work with here, while keeping up a guise of not looking like a complete dick, at least right now. He needed people to be in a false sense of security.]

Though if not something exact, I guess bartender would do if there are places hiring. I know people like to talk after all.

[The feed flickers to life.

Terra is sitting in the greenhouse that stands next to the flower shop. She's wearing a kind expression while warmth and happiness reflect in a pair of bright azure blue eyes.]

Hello everyone, for those who do not know me, My name is Terra. I had arrived for a second time a month or so ago and have slowly been regaining my memories of this place. I'm happy to say that I've remember a lot now and I'm now working at the flower shop in Attleton, Jardin Verdoyant, which is where I worked the last time I was here. [She's excited to be taking care of flowers again.]

I hope to re-open the shop in Genessia as well but that will come in time. [It had been a smaller shop but it had gone out of business in Terra's absence.] Since it's spring, I'm also looking for new breeds of flowers to grow and sell. I'll be exploring all of the cities and sub-archways but if anyone sees anything please let me know.

[Terra's smile widens.]

My last announcement is about the prom that's coming up in a month from now.

I've been told that corsages are commonly wore by women and then men wear boutonnieres. [She doesn't know all the details about the tradition but it sounds like fun.] I'd live to invite everyone to Jardin Verdoyant within the next few weeks to place an order for that night. I already have a few made. [She shifts the screen to show a few lovely arrangements.] But if you'd like a specific kind of flower I'd like to make sure we have it and can make it for you.

That's all. I hope to hear from you soon!

Perhaps it was never too late, even for the little Princess Elize. How she regrets waking up to the start of the day with this voice she is questioning...


Ya know, I can forgive this being a prank, but WHY does it sound like Stupid McJerkface?


I don't know... If anyone is listening now, do you know how long it takes for the narration to stop?

Inwardly, Elize wonders. Was it because of the egg Teepo ate? Likewise, the voices could be worse. It could sound like Milla's handmaid, Ivar.

Or more heartbreaking, Jude.


Stop it, Alvin, please...

Yet the darling Princess could not be anymore forceful to a memory of someone she does care for. Despite his transgressions.


Ugh... Anyone? Help?

[So... this was different. As much as he was more or less used to dealing with other-dimensional weirdness, Dick Grayson had never actually woken up in another dimension with no memory of how he got there, with a box on his chest. He took his time going through the things in the box and the cavern in general, as much as he could, once he had verified that he was alone there; He was grateful for the information, even if the situation was bizarre enough to ramp up his anxiety in a very different way from, say, fighting a super-villain.

According to the holographic woman, there was no way home from here, at least not that they knew of. At least I'm not in costume, he thought, though he was relieved to have it on him at least, just in case. He didn't know what kind of world this was, and whether they would know who he was, or who Nightwing was, after all. He'd just have to sit tight, try to find a way out, and trust that, if he couldn't find a way out, someone from his dimension would find a way to get to him. Easier said than done, sure, but it could have been worse.

Sort of.

Getting out of the cavern helped, at least. The bright sunlight warmed his hands and face, where he had gone cold as the initial adrenaline of waking up in a new place had begun to fade. He knew he had to keep moving, or else he was going to start worrying, and that wasn't productive. So he got out the phone and started a public video, angling the camera for a decent view.

Viewers would see a handsome young man with an ambiguous skintone, bright blue eyes and black hair that's just long enough to get unruly. He smiled uncertainly, trying to look non-threatening.]

I don't know how often people end up here, but.. hi. I'm new. [Did he just wave at the camera with his free hand? Yes, he did.] I'm Dick. Anybody have any pointers for where to go from here, besides the free lodging?

[Ever since he arrived again, Kazuya had been mostly keeping to himself. He was more content on regaining his bearings and learning what he could to prove to be more effective in this world- even if learning higher end technology was a task in and of itself. He still had time before he had to leave the Commons and seek a different home again - at least he knew where he planned on going again as soon as he got his employment plans finalized - so he'd been taking his time a little more this time around. Amongst his travelings, he'd been one of many to find one of those strange eggs. He hadn't thought of it before, but little did he realize that finding it would lead to a sugar rush.

... but not of that sort. The video is on Kazuya, who was calmly sitting at a table and carving something into a bone he found in the Fayren woods, all the while there were numerous tiny creatures crawling on his things and gliding around behind him. There were sugar gliders all over the place. Small platforms of ice would appear to catch any stray gliders that could get stuck in small crannies without Kazuya even looking up to cast the spells, and as one landed on his shoulder, the man finally sighed.]

I'm not entirely sure who or what is responsible for this, but I'm not fond of the possibility of facing trouble due to breaking the "no pets" regulation here when I was not the one responsible for bringing these creatures here.

[... at least they're cute.]

I hesitate to release these into Fayren. Would there be anyone familiar with these creatures that knows of a better place to take them?

[He needs them out as soon as possible. Not just for the "No pets" clause, but just so that he can concentrate again. They're cute and all, but keeping them out of trouble is a bit much of a hassle. Another glider lands in front of the device and stares into the camera, while Kazuya lets out another audible sigh. Why him.]

 So the past few months have got me thinking for a while now. I spent so much time keeping my body in shape and adjusting to this world, but I think I need to find a way to be myself. That and well--

Kinda get a job because he keeps sleeping and missing all the bounties.

[Naoki growls when Pixie speaks up, glaring at her off-camera.]

Anyway, figured I could do something else for a change. Apart from destructive stuff, I got demons that can go fast, heal, fly, etc. If anyone is willing to hire me, I'd be up for something. Or relaxing too. Kinda....kinda forgot how to do that. Haven't even played a video game in what feels like an eternity.

[Pixie now flies into view, crossing her arms.] Well I imagine having demons wanting to munch on you in the middle of a nap can make anyone like that.

I.ɢᴇɴᴇssɪᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ - ᴄᴀᴛ's ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴀғé

[A nagging cough gets the better of Regis as he strolls out of the café. He's been retracing his steps here Genessia City, taking a day to explore old neighborhood haunts he once enjoyed. While it still feels quite surreal for him to be wandering down these familiar streets, a strange sense of anxiety claims him. His brief conversation with Prompto stirred up quite a bit of emotion, some of which he's woefully unprepared for. It was easier for Regis not to mull about the past but now, with his son near and others even nearer; he finds himself fretting.

It's been days since his arrival in Genessia and he hasn't brought it upon himself to contact Noctis. While he truly does wish to see his son again, something stops him from doing so. Maybe it's fear? Probably. The reluctance that claims him is comprised of his own laden fear that perhaps, just perhaps...the boy hates him. While the mere notion is ludicrous at best, Regis can't chase that feeling away.

He never told the truth to Noctis. Regis knew of what the prophecy foretold thanks to his bond with the Crystal but he never once conveyed this to Noct. Maybe it's shame that stills him from action but either way, he's not ready to face his son.]

In due time...

[He mutters to himself as he takes a sip of his espresso. The barista went a little heavy on the cream but Regis isn't complaining. Dressed outside of his usual kingly raiment, the former King of Lucis looks quite humble today in hopes of not drawing too much attention to himself.

With Ardyn on the prowl, it's for the best that he doesn't draw any unnecessary attention. Prompto told him all he needed to know about the alleged chancellor and Regis been on edge since.]


II.ɢᴇɴᴇssɪᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ

[Somewhere between 4th Street and Hawthrone Avenue decides to rest. While he doesn't have to worry about the oppressive aura of the Crystal sapping away his strength anymore, Regis is still quite worn. His knees ache terribly and of course in his stubbornness forsook his cane. He honestly grown to loathe that blasted cane over the years. Besides the white hair and the crinkling crows feet at the edges of his eyes, the cane serves as a reminder of the youth he lost. Of course he detests it on some level but it was foolish of him to wander so far without it.

A sigh of relief escapes Regis once he finds sturdy old park bench nearby. The former king takes a seat. His injured knee is throbbing something fierce despite the brace he wears under his slacks. He takes a moment to soothe the pain with a light rub before giving up. The thought of seeing a physician has crossed his mind several times but Regis pales at the thought. He had enough of doctors and enough of the poking and prodding of physicians. Ever since he assumed the title of king, his failing health became a conversational piece.

Regis hated it. Oh, he always has.

Now free from both his duties as king and guardian both, Regis finds himself almost missing the daily humdrum of the Citadel. However, what he truly missed was the presence of his once sworn shield.]

Clarus. [A regretful hum escapes him as he thinks of the loyal Amicitia.] A shame you aren't here.

[Regis lingers upon the bench for a time, lost within his own thoughts as he stares up at the bright sky above.]

III.ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ

(Hit me up at astrologian if you want a specialized prompt! I'm all for plotting.)

Did anyone see the newspaper about the Holodeck'd: Game Time.

[Someone looks a little excited really. But it had the word game, so how could she not be really?]

Does anyone want to go, huh? Anybody? It will be fun and maybe a good bonding experience. [She looks as if she could vibrate off the seat, but after a moment or two he nearly leaning into the feed, she backs up, taking a small breath before calming herself down a bit.]

I just think that it would be nice for a group, if possible.

[And it wouldn't be as fun playing that type of thing alone. At least in her mind.]

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[Chiaki was already on her way to the place in question, eyes looking around as she did. She had been so focused on potentially playing something new and exciting that she honestly had forgotten to eat and her stomach was grumbling rather loudly. Anyone nearby might be able to hear it.

But instead of eating, Chiaki instead found herself standing outside a game shop as she looked in the window. There appeared to be something catching her eye if for a moment.]

I should come back here later... [She wasn't paying much attention at that moment as she turned and accidentally tripped over someone or something, hitting the floor.

Someone still really needs to learn when not to drift off and when she it was okay.]

[Video]

[The camera flips on, and there's the sight of a man with what looks to be blue eyes and black spiky hair, an almost x shaped scar on his left cheek. If you got a good enough glimpse, you might even notice that the man's eyes have a slight green glow to them, but you'd have to be very observant to notice right now.

Suddenly, the man looks at the camera in what seems to be very slight alarm.]

Dammit! Gotta turn this thing off!

[It takes just a little playing with it before the video suddenly ends. Yup! That was all!]


[Action]

[Anyone near the Bay might see a man with a giant sword and spiky hair outside it, and he seems to be moving away from the Bay. He's trying not to bring attention to himself, but this wasn't exactly the middle of nowhere. This was a city, and that made that difficult. Even more, after how he'd woken up, he had to find Cloud. He had to make sure he was okay. He didn't even understand how he was here right now. He'd fought. He knew he was unlikely to survive it, and he'd been on the ground when they shot him and he remembered being left for dead riddled with bullets. He'd been bleeding out. He'd been dying. He'd given Cloud the buster sword....and yet here he was with it. He knew that everything had gone black and he knew he'd felt the lifestream taking him, so then how was he here. How was he alive? What had happened?

At least he wasn't outwardly panicking, just inwardly. He was so lost as to what was going on. Had Shinra done something, had Hojo caught him again, or had something else happened?]

Backdated 3/20

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The plaintive wail of having lost his job in one fell swoop was something Sadou Maou was keenly aware of. He screamed to the heavens at the injustice of it all, being ignored mostly by the other newcomers as he dropped to his knees.

"My job...!" He wailed. "My perfect attendance record, just... gone...!"

And his friends, servants and even noble steed Dullahan was gone.

"This sucks."

Backdated 3/20 An Hour Later

Walking into Everglade in an exploration made Sadou realize one thing: this place gave him so much power he felt at full power.

As a rule, he didn't transform into his full demonic form, and yet he rounded the corner to see a young girl being chased by a werewolf. As she passed him by, he grabbed the werewolf by the snout and slammed him into the pavement.

"Huh, so I did regain a lot of power just walking in here," he said, as the girl thanked him. And the werewolf whimpered as he picked him up. "Hey, buddy. Don't prey on innocent girls."

And he punted the werewolf across the yard towards the police station.

NOW - 3/21

"Welcome to Geraldi's Pizzeria, my name's Sadou Maou I'll be your waiter for today."

HE SECURED WORK! And sure it was the bottom of the totem pole, but Sadou was glad he found work. He needed work, and the first thing to buy was a new bike. And then find a new home to make his Demon's Palace.

And then... well...

"May I suggest the special for today? It's a two pies for one deal, and it comes with a fresh batch of chicken fries."

{ Zeref takes a moment to adjust the device. He's leaning forward, fidgeting with... something. The sound of a heavy object behind the screen being adjusted behind the device could very clearly be heard. The device seems to be placed strategically to leave as little detail about where he could possibly be posting from; the area behind him was non-descript, except for a simple bare, wooden wall, typical to buildings in Fayren. There were no nearby windows or any decoration of any kind behind him. }

Is the concept of a 'mage guild' truly so foreign to other worlds? Other worlds with magic, of course. { Zeref had never been a part of one, nor did he have any desire to join one, but they were such an integral part of society in his world that it seems strange to him that so few others seem to know what they are. At least they exist in Fayren. } I'm curious... in those worlds in which they do not exist, what, exactly are mages expected to do? Join the military? Live as hermits? Die?

{ He's aware of more than a few worlds where mages are persecuted out of fear by non-mages, if not killed outright. }

[ Pivate to Mavis - text; backdated to the 14th ]
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[ Pivate to Erza Scarlet - text ]
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[and here is the massive shark man himself, grinning at the device! his smile was bright, oh so bright, and it was sparkling even! he balled his hands into fists as he started to speak up.]

Hello everyone! How are you all doing today?! I have a question, or an announcement, rather! My good friend Link and I have decided to have a party some time soon at our apartment! It's a boat of sorts, and it sometimes goes out for a little cruise!

Now, perhaps it would be better for all if we had this party when it got warmer. I understand humans cannot withstand the cold waters all that well! So... I am just letting you all know, please come to our party in the near future! I know you all will enjoy yourself! I will personally see to that!

[sidon as a host? wowow.] What sort of activities would you like to see, or do even, at parties?! I simply like to talk to people, but I know everyone is different! Let me know, please!