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There appeared to be no animal life present here; it's as if Marcone had found himself in a life re-enactment of a classic Soviet painting of some sort, one of an environment that lacked any birds... Or wild-life, or, well, any signs of Fauna for the most part.
Oh son of a-
"..."
Things fell back into an unsettling silence after that, the only sound to speak of the soft rustling of the tree leaves in the breeze and creaking of the branch underneath their combined weight. This was the hunter staring face-to-face with the panther. The irresistible force meeting the immovable object. Indominus Rex staring down the Tyrannosaurus. Who was going to cave first? Would either? Were they just gonna sit here like imbeciles for much longer? These were the questions any bystander surely would've been asking, had there been any to witness this. Shiki maintained the same cool, dispassionate gaze the whole time, her clouded eyes locked on Blake's sharp gaze like a pair of homing missiles, the tension palpable enough to be severed with a knife.
Then she smirked.
It seemed she liked the resistance she saw; or, at the very least, admired it.
"Ha! So you're one of those types... well, I can respect that. So what should I call you until you choose to grace me with your name, mystery woman? Will Kitten do?"
There was precious little her Eyes missed. Ears like those were unusual, but they were far from the strangest thing she'd seen.
"I'm Shiki. I'd ask where Beacon is, but I honestly couldn't care less. How well do you know how to use that thing?"
She lazily pointed at Gambol's hilt, kimono sleeves hanging loosely from her wrist.
@Schnee Corp Lawyer
"Oh thank heavens!" Ryoko cheered, rushing over to the bus with Hank and Kyon. "I'm sure shade would work, but if nobody else is using this bus we may as well give it a look." She waited until Kyon had examined it first before getting on herself, deciding it seemed safe enough. When the blue button near the steering wheel was found, Asakura made her way over to it, tilting her head curiously. "This is probably the air conditioning. Should we press it?" she asked the other two.
@Verite @Josh M
Karol tried to pretend he was listening, nodding his head every few moments while Beowulf and Samadare talked above him. His eyes closed, it was clear the boy was deep in thought. Words bounced around inside his head haphazardly, forming phrases that Karol thought must have sounded totally cool and exciting. Super was good word, right? And... ultra... ultra was great! Super and ultra combined created an awesome image! In fact, Karol could think of a lot of words that added on to those, but he remembered his friends and their distaste of his haphazard naming. He had to admit, Brave Vesperia was a lot simpler and cool sounding than anything he'd have come up with.
"I got it! The Super Ultra Courageous Karol, leader of the amazing Brave Vesperia, will crush, destroy and break all of the bad guys in the name of justice!"
He stood up, hands balled into fists, arms raised in the air. That was so awesome. He turned to the others, a grin plastered on his face. "Is that a good catch phrase, guys?" However, before they could answer, Karol held out his hand. "Wait a second, what is this about a problem? What is the problem here? How did we all get here? Last thing I remember, my friends and I had totally fought to save the entire world! Then... I'm not sure... everything went bright at some point, and... Hm."
Karol lost himself deep in thought once again, this time standing up. "So... Nothing here seems really familiar to me... I've never heard of you guys before, even you, Beowulf... And the carriage we all arrived in seemed totally unlike anything I've seen before." Suddenly, Karol seemed to reach a conclusion. He snapped his fingers. "I got it! We're all dreaming! I totally saw those statues in a dream before, I think. I'd hate to think a guy as cool as Beowulf isn't real, so I guess we're all just sharing a dream!"
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@Everyone Looking To Cool Down
@Klutzy Ninja Kitty @Josh M @Mari @The Silver Paladin @Jeremi @Verite
A faint humming sound resounded throughout the bus as cold air started blasting through the vents, it looked like the bus would cool down rather quickly, but, who knows how long the AC would last; it looked like it was on a timed circuit... Meaning it would go out after a good time frame to conserve the bus's battery power.
@Everyone Looking To Cool Down
@Klutzy Ninja Kitty @Josh M @Mari @The Silver Paladin @Jeremi @Verite
A faint humming sound resounded throughout the bus as cold air started blasting through the vents, it looked like the bus would cool down rather quickly, but, who knows how long the AC would last; it looked like it was on a timed circuit... Meaning it would go out after a good time frame to conserve the bus's battery power.
"...Yes! Yes! Yes! You're a catchphrase-making genius, Karol! I have no idea what the heck a Brave Vespaira is, but it sounds amazing! You even got the attitude down, natch! You're a classic babyface! The crowds love someone who assures them that he'll protect them and any folks who want to mess with his pack? Well they're getting wrecked, that's what! Take a look at the sky above, Karol! You may not be able to see it since I don't think the moon's shown it's hide yet. But take this to heart. When the bad guys hear your catchphrase? It'll not only extend to everyone nearby but it'll transcend the skies, the heavens themselves will shake from the sick phrase you coined! They'll lend an ear and be like 'wow a brave warrior like that is kicking butt and taking names? We better pay attention! AROOOOOOOOOOO!!" Beowulf howled all the while pointing up at the sky to accentuate the epicness of Karol's catchphrase.
But then things got all serious again and Beowulf's pointing suddenly seemed a tad more silly. Realizing this, Beowulf quickly lowered his finger and unstrapping his chair, aptly named The Hurting from his back, he used it for it's designated purpose and popped a squat to think as she scratched at his chin. The last thing he had been doing before he found himself on the bus, huh? He recalled getting ready for bed, yelling for the camera girl outside to catch his comeback and then high-fiving Grendel's arm before taking a snooze. Then he had some kind of weird dream and the next thing he knew he was on the bus.
"Well, I'm damn sure I'm real and if I'm not? Then screw whoever made me not real! I won this arm fair and square and for it to not count because I'm not real? That's some serious technicality nonsense right there! But I think you might be onto something, Karol. Some of what you said, it kinda reminded me of home. The whole fighting monsters thing, you being so enraptured by my stellar moves. All stuff that's commonplace back home. But what you think is going on is that we're all having like one big collective dream? Well, then we all just gotta wake up right?" Beowulf asked as he slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. "What if we all collectively pinch each other then? By this logic it means we'd all wake up!"
@Atomyk @Bomb @Meira @Jeremi
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Gaara raced off from Shiki and Blake. Nothing the two of them had done had bettered Gaara's mood. In fact Gaara was still confused as to why Blake had even bothered trying to console him. Shukaku's actions within his mind had ruined any chance he may have had at fully understanding Blake's motives. Which were probably less malice-filled than Gaara assumed. Taking a seat on the grass, Gaara laid down on his back and placed his hands over his eyes. One solitary word thundered though his mind and surprisngly it didn't belong to Shukaku.
Why?
Why?
Why???
Who was that girl with the bowtie to ask him such a question? What was she trying to gain from him? Nothing positive, that much was sure. Even the smile didn't help to convince him otherwise. He had seen a smile like that before.
"Please, die Gaara."
If Gaara couldn't even trust his own family, his own uncle to have good intentions for him, how he could expect the same from some stranger? The answer was? He couldn't, at least as far as Gaara was concerned. So laying on his back with a gourd full of useless sand, Gaara looked up at the sky. Gaara managed to sound out Shukaku's pestering through sheer willpower and luck. But it wouldn't take too long before the wall was broken down again. Gaara just wanted a moment or two to be himself. Also, he wanted to think more about how and why Blake wanted to help him. Because who would ever want to help a true monster?
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A mysterious young man would smile as Katara produced the water, seemingly out of thin air.
'It appears that I am not the only one here who is 'gifted'. Mimicking the power of an Ice-Type Pokemon is impressive. But then again, any way which brings us closer to our friends is.'
The young man raised his hat, so that they could see his face a bit better.
'Greetings. My name is N. A pleasure to meet you all. What are your names?'
He smiled, pleasantly, but there was something strange about N. A sort of...disconnection from ordinary conversations, friendly eyes which seemed to both smile and scrutinize, as if solving a difficult puzzle.
@Korra @Lizzy @Wedge Antilles
'The only name I have ever known, Alex Summers. A pleasure to meet you both.' N didn't seem offended. In fact, he smiled meekly, as if laughing at a joke that had never been told. To you both, I would like to ask a question. It is one that not many can answer, or have ever thought of. But all can grow closer to their friends through challenges."N?" Alex laughed out loud at hearing the newcomer's introduction. "What kind of crazy name is that?"
He then composed himself and extended his hand out towards him. "I'm Alex Summers, but where I come from, my code name is Havok. This lovely lady here with me, she's Katara."
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