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[Niiflheim]

Matou Kariya - Male - 24 - Tags: Wirt

The magus gasped for air as the prana in him allowed for time to rest, a few brief moments out of pain. However, his mind kept running; fast, quick and hurtful.

‘Look at what you’ve done, you ass. Gone and ruined everything. You know what, you should have stayed in that building and let the horrors of this town thing get you..’ Kariya’s mind screeched with hateful comments directed at himself. ‘Look at him; he’s afraid of you. Why’d you even do that in the first place, you good for nothing piece of crap...’

“That- uh... that makes two of us, kid.” Breaking both the awkward silence and the cycle of self-lothing, Kariya sighed sadly, leaning back on his heels. “I wish I could help, I really do. But I’m as lost as you are. I’m sorry...”

‘SHUT YOUR MOUTH. SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH. THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS HELP THIS BOY! WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO TELL THE TRUTH ALL THE TIME!’

The snowy-haired adolescent takes a deep breath in. “But- uh...I need to get out of here to. I’ll try to help a-as best I can, but I can’t make any promises...” he looks down at the thick shard in his hand.

[Leaf_Blaze]

Ruptira Lirenteris - tags; Coran, Cerebella

Wol'f Gaite - tags; Lapis, Jotora, Squigly+Leviathan

“Mm? Oh, yeah.” Ruptira slowly made her way to the doorway, orienting herself with where she found the supply closet. “To the left and straight on,” she reported. “And the lift would be appreciated, thanks.”

Meanwhile, Wol’f grew increasingly irritated with the furball that he now knew as Jotora. “You are very sure of yourself, Jotora. Don’t you know that you should not judge a book by its cover?” He really couldn’t help but be cryptic, some of his time as a summonee lead to that. “Clean your act. Then we can talk. I will not fight unless I am struck first.” And with that, the large demon took a seat on the ground.

[axelandria]

xx↠ x k e i t h . k o g a n e
male | 18 | homosexual | voltron legendary defender ; half human half galran | temperamental, stubborn, quick-witted |
black mullet, grey-blue eyes ; black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, brown belt/fanny packs, red/white/yellow jacket, black fingerless gloves
weapon of choice:. dagger ; silver blade, purple handle, luminescent purple symbol on hilt
xxxtags:. Tsukiya

Keith furrowed his brow at how nervous the other person sounded about him getting hurt. "Uh.. okay?" He paused, then held out his hand. He'd always been told he was bad at introducing himself, so he made an effort to now. "I'm Keith Kogane, previous pilot of the Red Lion, now a member of the Blade of Marmora." Then he flushed. "If you even know what the quiznak those are..."

xx🙞 xx n a d i a
female | 17 | bisexual | alien oc ; aquanic | diplomatic, curious, friendly |
grey/teal t-shirt, blue tights, jar on rope around neck /w pale violet feather, blue silk resting on head /w turquoise jewel in middle of forehead
long neon blue hair in braid, pale green/grey skin, elf ears, turquoise antennae, large green-teal eyes - solely pupils ; purple liquid in jar creates ice/water
xxxtags:. Chandler & RT-3259

Nadia relaxed as she realized that imminent danger had passed, and shook the stranger's hand. It was strangely warm, and she resisted the urge to wipe her palm against her shirt. "I am quite glad you are not from sector nine, as this is not the type of situation I'd like to meet one of them in." Then she paused, realizing this person didn't know what she was talking about. "Who is this RT-3259? They sound strange." Nadia hesitated once more. "I'm sorry, my mind is full of questions. Would you mind if I outright asked you? My caretaker always told me that since I have such a big mouth I should always ask before I, quote unquote, 'assault people with questions'."

[mandalorian]

LANCE MCCLAIN . . . feeling confused tags: mechanica health 98% mental 77%

The girl didn't reply, and Lance assumed he had done something wrong. "Hey? You okay there?" He waved his hand in front of her and didn't get a response. "Alright... Sure you're not an alien? Just kinda switched offline there, bud. Kinda creepy." Lance waved his bayard around. Nothing at all. "I should get going. I need to find my team - if they're even here. Who will pilot Red if i'm not there?" Realisation kicked in, and Lance became panicky. "They better not call Keith! I can't get replaced twice! Okay, I really gotta go. Bye, little girl!" The lanky Cuban turned and left with that, speed-walking out of the building.

There was a giant suit, which startled Lance. He stumbled back, staring at it with awe and shock. "Whoa. Alien tech." His hand grazed over it. "Yeah... I really gotta get out of here." He began to chew the inside of his mouth, and turned to walk deeper into the city. "Hello?" He called out, hoping for an answer. "Shiro? Pidge?"

[sugarbird]

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𝐖𝐢𝐫𝐭
Over The Garden Wall
Mood; Thoughtful
Tags; Kariya
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Wirt kept his gaze away from the man, hoping that he wouldn't notice his discomfort. Listening to his response only added to the sadness. One thing's for sure. He's not going to be with his friends for a while now, and there's no other sign of life here other than him. Although this man didn't seem like much use to him, he certainly was more capable of defense should anything come out to attack. The place seemed pretty dead right now. But you never know. Danger could be anywhere, and that was something he learned while still in the forest. And as scary as this guy was, at least he seemed nice. Or he seemed. Wirt was sill sure to keep an eye on him. But it'd be best if he was around an adult. "If.. if we're looking to get home, then we should live trying." His thoughts kept drifting between positive and negative, but the thought that he even got here in the first place led him to believe that there's some way to go back. "So.. it'd be best if we focus on living..?" he suggested, his will to keep going coming back. The boy rarely wanted help from strangers at all. But seeing as this guy was just as lost as him, and the fact that he seemed to be the only other person here, he had no choice.

[FancyCarbon◇]

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Mechanica, still regaining some of her composure after the young man's sudden appearance, stayed silent for several more moments as he went on to introduce himself, finding it particularly odd that he, too, was apparently unsure of how he had found himself in this seemingly otherwise abandoned city. If we're both in the same situation, I wonder if it happened to even MORE people, too...? she wondered, briefly glancing outside through a hole in the wall with a thoughtful look.

A few moments later, Mechanica then returned her attention to Lance when she heard him speaking again. However, she saw that he was already quickly beginning to walk away. "Huh? W-wait up...!" she squeaked out in surprise. Hastily, she began to follow after him as he headed outside, though a stumble when her foot got caught on a fallen piece of rubble slowed her down briefly.

As she regained her balance, Mechanica continued moving forward, soon stepping outside and seeing that Lance was now heading deeper into the city. Quickly, she got back into her mechanical suit, strapping on her safety belts and continuing to follow. "Heyyy...!" she called, trying to catch the young man's attention.

[GIANELLA12]

Ｔｓｕｋｉｙａ Ａｎｚａｉ: Keith Kogane

Tsukiya looked at his hand before he smiled faintly and shook it. "Tsukiya Anzai, member of F-squad member 13, specialized team force to work its devils and other special cases." He introduced himself, "currently only grandchild to the infamous Tamaki Anzai and child to Yuuki Anzai and Tsukasa Taira. Half devil." He chirped a bit too proudly forgetting to hide his identity. When he realized he parted and looked aside, "great, I blew my cover, wait.ldo you even know what a devil is?" He suddenly asked keeping his gaze on the other. "And no, I don't know what a Quiznak is."

[Niiflheim]

Matou Kariya - Male - 24 - Tags: Wirt

Sensing the boy’s discomfort, Kariya crouched down a little bit, trying to seem less intimidating. “Y-Yeah, good idea, kid.” He himself was rather tired, but something in him made the magus feel like he had to seem high-energy and ready to go- for both his and Wirt’s safety.

He sorta leaned back farther, glancing about his surroundings. “By the way, kid... n-never caught your name...heh. I-I’m Kariya- do I uh...have to give you a formal intro? Back home, I’d have to say something like ‘Greetings, my name is Kariya Matou, youngest son of Zouken Matou, Former heir to my family’s head position...” he stopped short.

“It just, left a bad taste in my mouth...brings back memories I’d rather forget. So-uh, Yeah? What’s your name? Don’t worry, you don’t have to give me your life story...”

‘Whew, he’s calming down. Don’t mess this up, Kariya. You can’t afford to, remember?!

Every.

Moment.

Counts.’

[Alcidesune]

🜏 Solomon (Grand Caster)| 3000+ (33, Physically) | Male | X | 100% Mana | Tags; Lance; Mechanica 🜏
By all means, at this moment in time, Solomon shouldn't exist. The obvious issue of time periods aside, it shouldn't even be possible for him to be here as a servant - Ars Nova made absolute certain of that. It was his last memory with "them", a golden, dusty light that removed him and every trace of himself from both the world and the Throne of Heroes. A blissful state of non existence was to be what came next, yet here he was. Summoned into the middle of a destroyed city, scorching pavement below him and a blistering sun above him. Ironically, the sight was near identical to the only other time he was summoned, brought to the desolate city of Fuyuki to fight a battle that wasn't his.

... well, there were there differences. When he had arrived in Fuyuki he had known all he had needed to; the year, the spoken languages, the general technology, who his master was... They were all provided by the Grail, a way to keep the Servants useful in a time period otherwise completely foreign to them. However, here? Solomon didn't even know where here was, much less when. All he knew was that his master, whoever it may be, was either already dead or completely hopeless when it came to magic - not even a faint magical "tie" existed between him and his master, and it showed in the way his mana was beginning to drain and ebb away with the effort of staying manifested. "They're never easy, are they..." Of course, by "they" he meant the Grail Wars - with no mana being provided for him he would have to provide for himself. A pain, really... and perhaps an unnecessary one. Did he really have a reason to participate at all? Would it maybe be better to just let his mana fade and finally be free from the burdens of others?

Not much chance was given to ponder these thoughts, for Solomon soon heard voices shouting, as if searching for someone missing. They weren't all too far away and, given the circumstances, he thought it quite possible that he was the one they were searching for. After all, sometimes summonings went wrong - especially in the case of young or incompetent mages - and a master calling out to see if their servant was actually around didn't seem too odd, all things considered. Chaldea had seen its own fair share of botched summonings, after all. Solomon would be hard pressed to forget the reverse summoning, in which Guda had been the one summoned to Ancient China when attempting to summon Sanzang.

Carrying both the back of his robe and his hair in his left arm, he began to make his way towards the voices with light, hesitant steps. Whether it's from the pain of scalding pavement or the apprehension caused by swarming thoughts - 'Once again, everyone is relying on you. Once again, you''ll run from it all and let them all down. Once again, you'll be the source of nothing but trouble, robbed of your will yet again. Are you more than a common slave?' - it matters not, for all the same each step brings a wince to Solomon's face, even as walks only on the tips of his toes. Is the sweat running down his back from nerves or the heat? He supposed it was probably both. It doesn't take long to reach a street corner where both people were visible and, predictably, his first reaction is one of surprise upon seeing a mecha. '....Mecha Eli-chan, is that you?'

Rather than voicing his surprise, however, Solomon straightens his back, crossing his arms over his chest and clearing his throat. To be a king was to present yourself as collected and self assured, lest your citizens doubt you. Really, this probably didn't apply here, but such a habit died hard, if at all. "You two appear to be searching for something. May I ask what it is you're looking for?"

★ Jotora Kujo | 5 (18, essentially) | Male | X | Tags; Squigly + Leviathan; Lapis; Wol'f) ★
(Waiting for a response from Higgsbury)

§ Waver Velvet | 33 | Male | X | Tags; Blake, Rhan §
(Waiting for responses from Afflated and Tonic)

◄ Tooru Mutsuki | 21 | Male |X| Tags; Corby, Bethany ►
(Waiting for a response from Juplin)

[sugarbird]

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𝐖𝐢𝐫𝐭
Over The Garden Wall
Mood; Thoughtful
Tags; Kariya
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Wirt listened in to his intro with a bit of awe. So he seemed to come from a region of Asia, based on the name and how he said he'd normally introduce himself. "No need for formalities," he said, holding a hand up in a reassuring way. "I'm.. Wirt. Thanks for having me spare the details." With that intro, the boy scanned the environment around him just as Kariya did. Where would they even begin? Maybe find something that can be consumed. There are sources of shelter around, but they looked pretty.. not safe. Imagine if those buildings collapsed on top of them. There would be no use in searching for places to stay right now. Maybe make sure that there was at least some source of sustenance around at all. "Where to begin.." he thought aloud, placing a hand around his chin. He looked over at Kariya to hear his thoughts. C'mon! You've been better than this! Think of something on your own! With that thought, he looked away and wracked his brain to think of a way to start. Any way to start. "We should.. um.. find. Find resources." he suggested quietly, open to the man's thoughts.