The Evrensel Conflict: Act 1 -- Paralogue 1: The Lost World

Wade Von Doom

All Caps when you spell the man's name
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The ship had gone out of control. They were on their way to visit one of the universes, using one of the landing shuttles to transport between them. Figured it was a good idea, that way they all wouldn't need to rely on a TARDIS for travel. Unfortunately, the bridge was too strong for it. It was like being stuck between two tornadoes, the ship couldn't handle all that force and energy, even with the protective field around it for such travel. It was too small, not strong enough. Alec did his best to keep control, but it wasn't enough. Halfway across, the ship was pushed out of the bridge and into the void between universes. It should've ended with everyone stuck in a place the emptiness found between all parallel universes, different dimensions, and other realities. It was what kept universes apart.

Instead though, there was a world right in front of them. As green as Earth, but the land masses were shaped differently. with the oceans more split up between them. And they were gonna crash right into it, as the thrusters started giving out, and the engines started to ignite into flames once they broke through the atmosphere. As best he could, Alec tried slowing them down, but the best he could do was level it so they didn't crash into the world face first. Once through the clouds, they approached the world at great speed, and bracing himself as best he could, Alec shouted out to everyone, "HANG ON TO SOMETHING!" He aimed for a river between the trees, hoping the water would be deep enough, but once the underside of the ship hit, it bounced, pushing the whole ship upwards, then slamming back onto the running rapids. It flew down the small river, eventually crashing into one of the beds, narrowly missing the trees. They'd all be alive, but it was a hell of a landing. The ship surely wouldn't be in any state to fly again. And they had no idea where they were.

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MEANWHILE:

Along the shores of the island, not far from where the ship crashed, new comers would land in the oceans, along the beach to the forest.

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Nolan

Just a routine mission they said, simple go to a universe and do some training. Something he desperately needed beyond being a decent shot and sneak. He needed to learn how to work within a team, something he was never opposed to. It was just something he was unused to, sure he helped Frost's group when they were in the city with medical and food gathering, but on something this scale, he needed some real training in that regard. How to play off them, while picking up some necessary skills to be of better help for them.

But fate had something else in mind when the trip took an unexpected turn, as they fell out of the course set for them, literally crashing on a world. Alec's words spurred Nolan to hold onto the seat's harness with a death grip.

Even moreso when the first hit occurred, and staying that way when he was jostled around, he would've fallen off the seat if it wasn't for the harness keeping him rooted to his seat.

When they finally landed with a harsh slam. Nolan was quite stunned from what happened, that he would no doubt be the last of those to unbuckle themselves. And having shaking knees when he finally stood up to go and retrieve his backpack and gear from the locker. Wanting to have a medical kit to aid those who had gotten injured in the fall, offering aspirin or bandaging wounds. And to make sure he had a weapon on him for when they left the shuttle.

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Zaheer
Prison >>> Coast of an alien Island | "Where am I?"

"New growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old.
New growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old.
New growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old..."

Was the mantra repeated perpetually by who used to be the greatest criminal in Earth Kingdom recent history, he and his small group managing to infiltrate the seat of power and executing the queen. He single handily almost managed to poison the avatar and bring his ideas of anarchy to the world.

The man who was gifted with air bending, who wanted to liberate the old was now a shadow of his former self. Shaggy hair, thinner body shackled deep underground by both his hands and ankles.

And he didn't want to escape, he saw the folly of his actions as he heard of Kuvira's actions in the aftermath of his actions. Spending the rest of his life shackled up and reflecting on his actions.


With the bright neon light covering him he thought he was hallucinating, a trick of his mind to make him cope with his imprisonment. But the physical pain was too powerful he thought, maybe this was the spirits killing him for his crimes and if that was the case then he would let it happen.

But instead he would open his eyes to the cold, salty sting of ocean water on his face. Instinctively he would air propel himself up and find himself on the shore of a foreign land, a unknown forest of conifers.

So there he was still shackled, in an unknown place. Looking around he would spot other people who seemed to share in his confusion.

"Where are you from? This doesn't feel like the Earth Kingdom."


@Birdsie @Grehstone @Vulthurmir
 
Chum Teeth

Salt air. Sand. Familiar. Bright, but no sun shining on her. That wasn’t how this dream went. Chum Teeth weakly felt around for the sword surely stuck between her ribs, bleeding her dry. It was in the scabbard on her waist instead. Was this really a dream? The goblin sat up, and saw nothing familiar. The beach had no palm trees, instead hosting great boulders. Instead of harsh sun, there was cool mist and fog. And rather than a tropical jungle, there were pines. But while that was all VERY important, Chum was most surprised by the presence of others.

“Where are you from? This doesn't feel like the Earth Kingdom.”
Said an old human man, clothed in rags and shackles. The raiding flail came to hand as Chum replied:
“The void sea?... I went overboard. You did too, right?”
she cautiously ventured, not daring to underestimate someone that old. He definitely had a survivor’s grit about him. So did she. Which is why her non-fail hand searched for her compass... and found nothing. The details of her removal from the last jammer she sailed on came back, and she recalled how they ripped her compass from her belt, accused her of theft, and nearly killed her. Satisfying as evading them with her weapons retained may have been, she couldn’t do a lick of magic without a compass. Damn.

Anyone got a compass?” The goblin asked, eyes darting from the awakened man to the others on the sand... Hoping that this wasn’t going to be a fight.

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Batman

There was a man among them, clad in an exquisite cape of dark leather and a suit, which together resembled a bat. It was hard to actually distinguish what he was supposed to be - a nobleman, a priest or religious officiator of some far off land, or perhaps even an assassin?

Or just a carnival entertainer, working on a king's budget?

Whoever he was, the man frowned deeply as he took stock of the situation, analytically facing each and every person on the beach, followed by looking up at the sky. After dissatisfiedly measuring it with his eyes for a couple of seconds, he turned instead to watch the looming treeline.

"Wherever we are," the man calmly said, a smooth baritone, but hardened to the point of resembling vocal steel, "It's not our homes."

"I believe we've been dimensionally stranded." He said it like they were enjoying a casual conversation about the weather, before turning to regard them.

"Batman," the man simply introduced. "You all are?"


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Yuumi

Bandle City was the most magical place on all of Runeterra! Even though it technically wasn't on Runeterra, but in a dimension between the physical and spirit plane. It was full of amazing creatures like magical cats, Yordles, and incredibly important rocks!

And Yuumi loved all of it, but not as much as she loved her master, Norra.

But just as she and Book were about to find a clue to find Master... everything went white. Gravity pulled at the tiny kitten's body from all directions, making her head spin so quick it felt as though it was going to come off her small neck.

"Wooaaaah! Book, where are you taking meee?!" she screamed. The book she was holding onto ruffled its pages as if shaking its head in confusion.

Yuumi hissed and meowed desperately, but mere seconds later, her paws touched the ground. Book clattered next to her and quickly picked itself up, floating next to the small, white-furred cat.

"This isn't Bandle City, and it definitely isn't..." Yuumi stopped mid-sentence, her head turning up to sniff the air. "Runeterra, no... it smells different." The cat hopped up onto the book and laid onto it, looking around herself. She saw a funny man in a bat suit, a tiny goblin, an angry man with a long beard and bandages on his hands, and another guy.

"Hey, hey you!" Yuumi called out, floating closer to the group with her book. "Where are we?"

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Abigail Delano/Courier Six- Character Sheet


Is it not a ‘good idea’ to go into combat wearing armor you barely understand? Yes it certainly is not a ‘good idea’ but Abigail Delano is more of a general ‘idea’ person and does not distinguish the good from the bad until seeing the outcome of the one she has chosen. That is why she has left her usual weapons in favor of the armor and pod weapon she’d taken from the Pathfinder Armory.

Quick side note on the pod weapon: She has dubbed it the Death Pod.

Since none of her skills were relevant to piloting a space vessel through a portal into another universe, Abby had put on her helmet and strapped into the co-pilot’s chair. For someone who has never even experienced low altitude flight, to be in a spaceship was quite a trip. Quite a disorienting trip as she looks out into the vastness of space, and feels smaller than she had ever felt before when looking out at it from the Earth’s surface. Behind the helmet Abby has a dizzy look to her eyes and her head sways slightly.

As if that weren’t disorienting enough, they enter the portal, and there’s a sudden quake that kicks off another new and terrifying experience: a crash landing. For most of the duration Abby keeps her cool; her mouth and eyes are clenched shut as she places her trust in the ship’s safety features and Alec’s experience. It’s when the ship hits the water and skips like a stone that Alec and others hear her scream through the voice modulator of her helmet. She doesn’t stop until the ship comes to a shaking stop.

Abby is breathing heavily, shaking visibly in the chair.

Come on. Get your shit together Abby.

“Good job, Al.” Abby says to Alec. She unbuckles from the chair and rises to shaking feet, hands out to steady herself mentally and physically. “We’re…” She looks around the rest of the ship before confirming “..yup, all here. Now. We got a way to call the Doctor for a pickup, right?” She asks hopefully.
 
Forgotten Valley
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Intruders... Trespassers on her land.

It was nothing new, certainly, she had dealt with many rivals that thought to take her rightfully earned territory - Their bones now laid on the ground, end their flesh filled her belly - Yet it was the smell, something familiar in the wind that brought a forgotten emotion to the front of her mind.

Fear.

The Indominus Rex's arrival on the Island had thrown the entire ecosystem in disarray. Where once the mighty Tyrant walked with no dread at what waited in the shadows, now they watched ever vigilant, horror in their veins as soon as they spotted a hint of white in the darkness.

Her pack had become notorious ambush predators, more than once had they managed to defeat young T-Rexes, though the first few times they had lost members of their family before the Indominus perfected the tactic. Where once there had been nine, now only six remained, with four younglings still growing in the nest.

They hunted during the night, with her excellent ability to sense heat, it was no trouble to turn any herbivores to a quick meal.

She had always been a fearless Alpha, so when the Pack sensed their leader's trepidation for the first time, they were confused. This time of day they were usually resting, with only a lookout to wake them if need be, so when the Indominus leaped up from her comfortable laze with a manic look in her red eyes, they were understandably confused.

The smell had nearly been drowned by the scent of saltwater, yet it only gave her a position to search first. Letting out a low growl, she commanded the Pack to follow her, leaving the two youngest to guard the Juveniles and ensure they didn't stray too far.

A good few minutes passed, the group running through the trees as they made their way to the sea, eventually reaching a cliff overlooking the entire beach area.

The Indominus spotted them almost immediately, with fear turning to rage as she let out a roar before returning to the cover of the trees.

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Kassandra of Sparta

For her part, Kassandra was unchanged in attire and weaponry. While the selection of the ship armory had been tempting when she ignored all the firearms and things that were not but still confused her, she could not bring herself to replace the weapons that had served her well in Greece. Her bow and arrows (the only things she took from the armory), Nemean Claws were stowed in the storage compartment since they proved too cumbersome to let her sit down. The Spear of Leonidas was still on her hip however.

The food selection offered by a TARDIS though. That was a different joy altogether. A machine capable of making anything you could want was a true wonder.

A product of this magical machine was in her hands and being devoured when the journey started. A gyro, the spiced lamb still steaming hot and filtering through the lettuce, tzatziki sauce, onions and pita bread was clenched in her hands. She is aware of the happenings around her, but all the while she is savoring every bite. The warrior woman has had many a gyro in the quiet times of her dangerous lives. Many had boasted they were the best not only in Greece, but in the world. One had even gone so far as to boast the Persians had come for his gyro, and brave Leonidas and his three hundred Spartans had taken up arms to keep it from being corrupted by crossing the ocean into Persia.

All boasts.

Not this gyro. As would be evident to all who see and hear her eat it more ravenously as the ship plummets.The bread was pliant and soaked with the collective flavors within it; the meat was hot and soft yet spiced to be robust in flavor; the lettuce was crisp;onions and sauce a perfect combination of zest and sweetness.

She was not going to let this go to waste by cruel fate. It is thankfully, gone, before the ship hits the water and they are all jostled in their seats. Kassandra holds the straps of her seat and keeps her eyes closed to stay centered in the chaos until the ship as a whole is still.

A mighty burp erupts from Kassandra in the quiet after. There is a slight acid taste in her mouth as she nearly vomits, but she holds her stomach steady out of sheer willpower.

“I dare say Hephaestus himself could not forge a better meal than that!” Kassandra declares loudly. She struggles some with the straps on her chair, but manages to undo them and stand.

“Well! What are we waiting for?” Kassandra goes to the storage compartment. “Open those doors! Let’s see what we’re dealing with!”
 
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Zaheer
The coast | "A strange new land."

It didn't take long for the shackled and disorientated air bender to realize one thing, he wasn't in the Earth Kingdom, or any nation that he knew for that matter. Mainly because in his world there didn't exist little green humanoid caricatures and book flying cats that spoke fluent English. So somehow, the man in full costume was the most sensible one.

"This isn't my dream, I never had any concept of such thing as you little one." He would say looking at the goblin. "Even if it was the simple realization would've given me the ability to change this world, so this either means we're in someone else's dream or mr Wolfbat is correct and we're in a different world."

At least he could still feel his ability to bend the air around them, like an old muscle atrophied by his imprisonment and subsequent enshacklement. Still shackled at least he had the open air around him.

Squatting down he would take in a deep breath, before motion his body to jump as he bent the air around him to send him up like a geyser, blowing everyone on the ground away if they weren't ready.

Within a few seconds he was well above the tree line and there, for a few mere micro seconds standing still in the air he had the ability to see a world covered in canopies, a world much more quiet than the factory infested city landscape he knew in the Earth Kingdom and Republic City. A world that seemed untainted by civilization.

For once in a very long time Zaheer was left without words, left in sheer disbelief at the sight until being snapped to reality by an ear shattering roar.

Slowing down his descent back down the wizened air bender would recount what he saw.

"This entire land is covered in untouched forests for what feels like miles."


@Birdsie @Grehstone @Vulthurmir
 
Ziv didn’t particularly care much which group he went with, he didn’t have a preference right now and he didn’t have anyone he felt particularly close to. He talked to a handful of people at best and none of them were more than casual conversation. So he was simply the filler, an extra body where it was needed should the count be too short, and that was exactly why he was going with this group. Of course, this would be the group he was the least interested in going with.

Alec was a drunkard and he was far from a fan of his. So when they began experiencing some turbulence amid their flight he was not terribly surprised. What did anyone expect from letting the drunk pilot? Ziv had been keeping an eye out the window where he was strapped in his seat, wanting a better idea of just what the hell was going on. When they found themselves in a new world and heading straight for the water, though, he reached for the latch on his harness. Not good, if they land in the water and start sinking he needed to be able to get to the others to help quickly.

He gasped though when they hit the water’s surface and bounced. He didn’t expect that, trying to keep a watch outside as best he could while being jostled around like a doll in a kid’s hands. Abby’s screaming wasn’t of much help to the idea of trying to keep calm either. Thankfully, as fast as they were bouncing around, they halted to a harsh stop. The swordsman choked on a breath as the harness held him in place, but he regained himself quickly enough to try getting out of it. Once he was he stood on trembling legs, making his chortle. His heart was pounding faster than he thought it could. He took a deep breath to try settling it down somewhat, making his way to check on everyone.

Kassandra was fine, it seemed, which made him nod. He heard Abby and Alec, so they were fine, and he could see Nolan up and moving. He made his way to him first, since he looked the most unstable despite his trying to help. “Is everyone okay?” He called, just to make sure. His chest was sore from the harness, probably bruised, but otherwise he himself seemed unhurt.
 
Abigail Delano/Courier Six- Character Sheet


Is it not a ‘good idea’ to go into combat wearing armor you barely understand? Yes it certainly is not a ‘good idea’ but Abigail Delano is more of a general ‘idea’ person and does not distinguish the good from the bad until seeing the outcome of the one she has chosen. That is why she has left her usual weapons in favor of the armor and pod weapon she’d taken from the Pathfinder Armory.

Quick side note on the pod weapon: She has dubbed it the Death Pod.

Since none of her skills were relevant to piloting a space vessel through a portal into another universe, Abby had put on her helmet and strapped into the co-pilot’s chair. For someone who has never even experienced low altitude flight, to be in a spaceship was quite a trip. Quite a disorienting trip as she looks out into the vastness of space, and feels smaller than she had ever felt before when looking out at it from the Earth’s surface. Behind the helmet Abby has a dizzy look to her eyes and her head sways slightly.

As if that weren’t disorienting enough, they enter the portal, and there’s a sudden quake that kicks off another new and terrifying experience: a crash landing. For most of the duration Abby keeps her cool; her mouth and eyes are clenched shut as she places her trust in the ship’s safety features and Alec’s experience. It’s when the ship hits the water and skips like a stone that Alec and others hear her scream through the voice modulator of her helmet. She doesn’t stop until the ship comes to a shaking stop.

Abby is breathing heavily, shaking visibly in the chair.

Come on. Get your shit together Abby.

“Good job, Al.” Abby says to Alec. She unbuckles from the chair and rises to shaking feet, hands out to steady herself mentally and physically. “We’re…” She looks around the rest of the ship before confirming “..yup, all here. Now. We got a way to call the Doctor for a pickup, right?” She asks hopefully.

Alec was unconscious. He was slumped over in his seat, still buckled, and unharmed from the crash. The console let out sparks, as the lights dimmed and faded by the lack of power from the ship. The crash must've damaged the energy cells. There wasn't enough power to get a distress beacon out to the TARDIS.

Kassandra of Sparta

For her part, Kassandra was unchanged in attire and weaponry. While the selection of the ship armory had been tempting when she ignored all the firearms and things that were not but still confused her, she could not bring herself to replace the weapons that had served her well in Greece. Her bow and arrows (the only things she took from the armory), Nemean Claws were stowed in the storage compartment since they proved too cumbersome to let her sit down. The Spear of Leonidas was still on her hip however.

The food selection offered by a TARDIS though. That was a different joy altogether. A machine capable of making anything you could want was a true wonder.

A product of this magical machine was in her hands and being devoured when the journey started. A gyro, the spiced lamb still steaming hot and filtering through the lettuce, tzatziki sauce, onions and pita bread was clenched in her hands. She is aware of the happenings around her, but all the while she is savoring every bite. The warrior woman has had many a gyro in the quiet times of her dangerous lives. Many had boasted they were the best not only in Greece, but in the world. One had even gone so far as to boast the Persians had come for his gyro, and brave Leonidas and his three hundred Spartans had taken up arms to keep it from being corrupted by crossing the ocean into Persia.

All boasts.

Not this gyro. As would be evident to all who see and hear her eat it more ravenously as the ship plummets.The bread was pliant and soaked with the collective flavors within it; the meat was hot and soft yet spiced to be robust in flavor; the lettuce was crisp;onions and sauce a perfect combination of zest and sweetness.

She was not going to let this go to waste by cruel fate. It is thankfully, gone, before the ship hits the water and they are all jostled in their seats. Kassandra holds the straps of her seat and keeps her eyes closed to stay centered in the chaos until the ship as a whole is still.

A mighty burp erupts from Kassandra in the quiet after. There is a slight acid taste in her mouth as she nearly vomits, but she holds her stomach steady out of sheer willpower.

“I dare say Hephaestus himself could not forge a better meal than that!” Kassandra declares loudly. She struggles some with the straps on her chair, but manages to undo them and stand.

“Well! What are we waiting for?” Kassandra goes to the storage compartment. “Open those doors! Let’s see what we’re dealing with!”

If anyone tried opening the doors, the whole console would crash, as sparks would fly out, before all the lights inside died off. The only light was from the windows, as the fog outside was dense and thick. They could only see a few feet in front of them. The door had an emergency latch on it, but trying to push the door open would feel like pressing against a steel wall. It felt welded shut, like the metal had melted together from when they spun out of the rift. They would need another way out. And perhaps quickly.

They would all feel a light thud on the floor. Then another a second after. Like a giant foot hitting the ground; getting stronger with each step like it was approaching them.

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It took only a few more minutes before they could see the shadow of something big from the fog. It would become clearer to see once it was right next to them.

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Nolan

"I'm alright." He replied to Ziv's inquiry to the group as Nolan opened the locker where he had put his gear, strapping on a vest from the armory and his backpack that had MREs, small bags of ammo for his rifle, pistol and revolver. And the device he used to detect radiation, magic or weird stuff from his world. Before looping the strap that the rifle had around his chest and putting the two side arms in holsters that had been given to him from the armory. The final thing was a shake-powered flashlight.

He felt heavier than usual, granted before this whole situation. He'd be walking around with five bullets total, one half eaten ration and barely enough sleep to stave off hallucinations and headaches.

The door console wouldn't work, exploding into sparks before the power went out completely, leaving only the light from outside as their only source of illumination. And since Nolan wanted to help find the latch so they could get out quicker since they're stuck without power. Pulling the shake-powered flashlight, shaking it like a spray can, the device producing a decent amount of light as he bent near the door, looking for the latch. Finding it, Nolan would give it a tug or two, met with a rather resistant latch that felt like someone was holding from the other side of the wall.

He was about to ask one of the others if they could help him when the tremors began. At first thought to be the ship restarting, but soon Nolan would be seeing the same thing everyone else saw, which looked like a rather big wingless drake of sorts. "Please tell me, that we got another way out of here...." Hopefully a way out that wouldn't put them right next to that thing, as Nolan was sure they'd only piss it off if they shot it.

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Batman
The Coast


"You can manipulate air," Batman drolly noted as Zaheer came back down.

Batman looked across the group of people he would be trying to survive alongside. An ex-convict aerokinetic; a flying, talking cat, and a goblin straight out of a children's fantasy book. He deflated slightly, before looking at Zaheer for a moment as he turned to face the mainland.

"There could be more people elsewhere on the island," he said. "It's just as likely we're alone here. I have experience with things like this. People are never shunted to another dimension on the universe's whim. Someone or something placed us here on purpose. Our best, and only move, for now, is to keep moving forward. You, with the beard. How long can you keep flying? You and the cat might be able to scout from above and canvass the island, while the goblin and I construct shelter close to this location, in case we have to be here for longer than a day."

@Grehstone @Vulthurmir @GabrielWho97 @Questionable
 
Abigail Delano/Courier Six- Character Sheet


“Al?Alec?!” Abby takes off her helmet and gives Alec a light shake. The panic is plain on her face as she frees him from the chair and lightly shakes him by the shoulders first, then checks his eyes, then checks his pulse with two fingers on his neck.

“He’s alive! Someone get - “ she yells to the others, about to have them get a stim or something to wake him.

But then she feels the tremors. Tremors getting closer by the second. She’d heard the heavy footsteps of a Deathclaw before. There’d been two in Quarry Junction bigger than the rest she’d only seen from afar. But to make the ground shake like this? The only thing to come close was the giant Roboscorpion shaking the Forbidden Zone when activated.

Quietly as possible, Abby lifts Alec out of the chair and drags him away from the big windows at the front of the vessel into the larger transport area. She makes a shushing motion to the others and motions for them to stick to the walls. The windows give them a view of the source first as a distorted form in the fog. Then clearer until Abby holds her breath and presses herself and Alec as far into the wall as possible. The inside of the ship is dark, and she hopes that helps them.

She’d heard others try and fail to open the back bay by hand with the console fried.

The only way out is through the front windows currently filled by a very large and very curious critter. The Death Pod has a rocket launcher that could break open the windows, and a flamethrower that could scare away this animal, but her Death Pod was still in storage. On the other end of the ship.

If only they could keep quiet and out of sight until this thing moves on of its own accord, they would be better off.

In the meantime Abby hugs Alec. Cheek to cheek.
 
Ziv nodded with Nolan’s answer, watching him curiously. He wasn’t sure what most of what the other just strapped on and he wasn’t going to question it. Instead he glanced out the window at the fog before his attention was pulled to Abby’s call. He was going to respond, but she cut herself off and he felt it too. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything at first, already feeling the sheer size of what was causing those tremors without having to even imagine it. Oh hell.

Although he wanted to help Abby with Alec, the immediate threat was more important and seeing what Abby was trying to do, his priority was to try and cooperate. However there was a problem. Nolan basically had a beacon in his hand and while he wanted to open the door too, now was not the time for that.

So in following Abby’s lead to be quiet and try to more or less play invisible, he hurriedly moved to get Nolan out of sight. This resulted in a hasty covering of the flashlight by putting it flush against the other’s chest (he didn’t know how to turn it off so this was reflex) and the swordsman pinning Nolan to the wall under himself; one hand held the flashlight against Nolan’s chest while the other rested against the wall beside his head. Although it was mostly mild panic and a hurry to not be seen, he could rationalize doing this later. Probably. He felt bad for Nolan but right now keeping them safe mattered more than a few awkward moments of close contact. Very lowly, and very quietly he whispered a short “shh” to the man beneath him.

He glanced to Abby over his shoulder, relying entirely on his senses since he couldn’t see out the window, he hoped for some sort of cue to read from her in terms of how risky things were. He wasn’t sure if they could fight something of that size.
 
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Chum Teeth tried to process all the happenings. She really did! But the whole situation was out of reach.

The talking cat with the book was one thing, for sure. But the old man could fly? No, the masked one said it was manipulating air? Wind magic? Sure. The masked one said he was called Batman, and he was focused. Said they were dimensionally stranded. The old man didn’t introduce himself, and neither did the cat. But at least the old man conveyed the lack of civilization.

The Bat man took charge, and he had some sense. The cat and the old man could fly about and scout, maybe find something important. He intended to make a shelter near the beach with her. So she spoke up.

“Okay, good. If them two can find drink-water, I’ll gather, and you can build. Gonna be wantin’ for twine or rope though... Oh. Right. I’m Chum.”

She said, unaware just how well-equipped the man was. So the goblin entered the thick underbrush, orcish blade drawn. Chum couldn’t be sure, but she swore she heard the bellows of animals in the distance... Big ones. Maybe they could be hunted. Or maybe they were hunters. Right now, no significant creatures were about that she could see. A few birds, some lizards, but nothing big. Her eyes instead went to some fallen trees.

The trees were broken, snapped by the movement of something massive. Concerning, yet convenient. The trunks were thick enough that you couldn’t wrap one hand about them, but someone bigger than she could certainly do so with two hands. Chum deemed these trees perfect for construction, and noted their about three batmen height as she secured the head of her flail to the crowned end... hoping that whatever knocked it down wouldn’t come around while she was working.

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Vivian Cain

Vivian Cain had been having a particularly bad day, as far as her day-to-day life was concerned. A patron at the bar she had worked at had gone out of their way to remind her of what she was by through a glass of purified water at her, and while they'd since been thrown out and barred from returning to her and her mother's humble little dwelling, it did little to numb the pain she felt in her hand.

She'd been offered the opportunity to take the night off, which she'd accepted, and returned to her room, lighting a cigarette with a sigh, a habit she willfully continued despite protests from Emma. Yet something was off. When she opened her lighter, it worked fine, but trying to extinguish the flame seemed to do nothing, and as she stared it seemed to grow brighter until she found herself falling.

With a splash, the Vivi found herself not in the attic of a bar, but in a foreign ocean. Needlessly she was surprised, but more than anything she found herself feeling drained. Looking up, it was apparently day, and looking forward, there was an island, so she did what was reasonable and began swimming for it, not an act she was used to, but thankfully she didn't struggle all that much as it was thankfully an ominously cloudy day.

Struggling onto the sand of the beach, she felt heartbeats nearby, and looking around, noticed she wasn't the only one seemingly baffled.

Saying nothing, she quickly ripped off the sleeve of her silk garment and wrapped it over her eyes. She wasn't sure how they'd react to a vampire, but she supposed there was no harm in feigning some other illness. Less risk that way, and the eyes had always been the most tell-tale sign of one, at least in her world if that was where she still was.

Climbing up from her spot in the ocean, she meekly approached the group, thankfully still able to see through the translucent black make-shift blindfold. Hopefully they knew something she didn't, but the answers were most likely somewhere on the island.
 
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Zaheer
The coast | "Bargaining for his freedom."​
"I am withhold to the rudimentary arts without having full dexterity of my arms and legs." Zaheer would respond, showing the metal manacles around his hands. "That means hopping around very loudly, which is not what we want in a forest with predators that know of our location. If I wasn't restrained I could stay just below the tree line, making minimal noise and not allowing any predator to smell me."

Zaheer would make the point to the man dressed as a "bat", not a wolf bat, or a lion bat, just a bat. Weirdo. But that as may be, the weirdo did have a mostly intact belt with multiple compartments, one of which might be able to free him.

Hearing the arrival of a new cast away Zaheer would respond in a very short manner.

"We're lost in a different world with unfamiliar land, I'm Zaheer, that's bat...man." He'd sigh. "The little green one is Chum and the flying cat didn't introduce itself."

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Kassandra of Sparta
Her weapons strapped to her body, and being full of delicious food and feeling just a tad claustrophobic, mostly curious, Kassandra does not actually wait for anyone to open the door.

Nevermind, I will open it myself.” She goes to a metal bar beside the large door and pulls it to 'Open' . She assumes it is a mechanical lever as she has only known. That's not the case as it is made apparent by the lights inside the ship cutting suddenly.

“Not the right lever.....hmm” She looks around and spies another lever on the other side of the door that is marked 'Emergency' and sprints over to it. To her surprise, there is no give to the lever. She pulls down with both hands then braces herself to pull it with her full weight. No give.

Kassandra may have said something after failing to pull the lever. Called for help maybe. But the thuds make her forget what she would have said. In the tales of her land, nothing good could be so large to make the ground quake. The warrior backs up abruptly into the dark sides of the ship before Abigail motions for them to be quiet. She peers out through the windows of the ship. At first it's only fog. Then there is a terrifying silhouette. Then the real terror comes through. As terrible as this beast is, Kassandra keeps her head about her and stays still in the dark as everyone else does. This beast so far, thankfully, gives no sign it knows there are several bite-sized snacks in this large metal can and Kassandra hopes nobody gives it reason to think there are...