@Tykes 'n' Tots:
The Tearer Titan delights at the sight of new playthings, and begins to slowly walk towards them, his great arms slamming into the ground near them, hoping to either crush them or give a nice chase.
As reaches for Robin and Urushihara, it becomes ensnared by one of the claws, which it tore away from, leaving behind large holes from where they had dug into its arm, the purple mass of tentacles visible through these openings.
@Al Fresco Courtyard:
In the center of the area, there a short flights of stairs leading to a small circle.
Swarming around this circle, you see dozens, if not hundreds, of zombies attempting to get to something in the middle of it.
What they wish to eat seems to be a blonde man in a dark trenchcoat, knocking them away with his fists and feet.
He seems to be doing fine on his own, but the undead seems as if they are...respawning?
A large machine on the other side of the horde seems to be the culprit, but you would have to fight your way to it in order to shut it off or destroy it.
The man may be a worthy ally, yet you know nothing about him.
Do you:
A) wish to assist him
or
B) try to fight your way to the machine on your own?
@Child's Play:
A strong force seems to pull you towards the small store.
After everyone has entered, the doors close behind you as claws cover the other side.
The room slowly seems to be getting darker, the source appearing to be the throne at the room's center, the figure, who was once seated, has risen to his feet, removing his hat and sliding it across the candy cane as it slowly formed into a large greatsword, almost as long as the man was tall, it's large handguard shining in the fading light as the room is finally encompassed in darkness.
All of a sudden, there is a flash of light, seeming almost blindingly bright in contrast to the recent darkness.
As your eyes adjust to it, you are able to make out shapes and shadows, which then become solid.
Each of you is standing in front of a mirror, save for little Arya, who is now facing the armor-clad figure once again.
You each see someone dear to you, all save for Edward Kenway, who is faced with a man in a brown trenchcoat, a small wand-like object in his hand.
After close inspection, any wounds you had recieved prior to coming here have been healed, yet each figure steps from their respective mirrors, brandishing their weapons.
The figure stands before the child, holding out a blade in his left, while brandishing the larger one in his right, awaiting her to take the sword so they may begin.
