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Sebastian Debeste
M/17/Ace Attorney/Magenta Pairing!/Tagged:Fierce Deity

Sebastian had been up for a while now, curled up in a corner worriedly, going over the words in the note over and over, feeling extremely nervous. He was clearly too oblivious to notice another body in the bed at the time, or... Was he even there earlier? He wasn't sure, but upon noticing someone get out of bed amd poking around, his ahoge shot up like an arrow in shock, and soon after, he sprung up to introduce himself. "Uh... Hi! Apparently we're the Magenta Pairing? And I'm Sebastian. So that means you're Fierce Deity?" His gloves weren't helping the fact that his hands were sweating. "I don't know if you're as confused as I am about this... so, I guess we're at least a team. For now, at least. I guess we should work on getting out of here..."

[SilverWing13]

K o k i c h i O u m a

Takeru's still polite tone tells Kokichi everything he needs to know about his partner. The other male was overly polite in his eyes, along with some slight optimism? The puzzled vibe that came from Takeru as well lead Kokichi to guess that he was actually half-intelligent. He was trying to guess what kind of person Kokichi was, right? Well, he must be ready for a rollercoaster of inner turmoil then. Takeru reminded the supreme leader of two people he knew back at Hope's Peak. One, an unsure detective who was very perceptive. And the other, a passionate and stupidly optimistic astronaut.

Kokichi takes a step torwards the other male, noting that Takeru didn't want to be in that room. Kokichi let's his warm, and forced smile falter. "Yeah, let's get out of here." Kokichi murmurs, completely letting his tone of voice change. Kokichi was more quiet in this last remark as he walks past Takeru. The door to exit was in the middle of the drawn out divider at the opposite side of the room from Kokichi and Takeru's beds. The supreme leader pushes the curtain back a bit, allowing room for the door to open. Kokichi then proceeds to exit the room. I can't believe I'm trapped in a place like this again.

[Lost_Ink]

{ -Male-}||{ -17 years- } || { -Magenta Pairing- } ||{ -Tags; Sebastien- }

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Close to falling asleep, he stumbled upright as soon as he heard movement in the room, hands automatically gripping his sword and bringing it in front of him, readying himself into battle stance, before registering the man that stood in front of him... or what you can define as stood. He definitely doesn't look any dangerous, although he was still cautious. Who knows if this was a trick to make him lower his guard. Glancing at where the person stood, he wondered how exactly did he miss him from earlier. Perhaps this one was a master at hiding in the shadows. Or perhaps he just isn't used to his eyesight yet. Nonetheless, when the other man stated that he was Sebastien, he raised an eyebrow at him, confused. Is this his partner? Despite not really sensing any bad energy or vibes around the male, he had no idea if this was a trick to make him believe this was his so-called partner or not, and he hesitantly lowered his weapon, deciding to place his trust in the other person. As he placed his sword on his back, he noted the other's appearance. Well. If this was his partner, he really doubt he'd last long in a fight, which is bound to happen... eventually. He'd probably will have to cover for both of them, and hopefully he won't get in his way upon a battle. Not unless he has a trick up his sleeve or two, which seems very doubtful. But he can't judge anyone right off the bat, so he just listened to the other male, and nodded when Sebastien asked him if he was who he was. It seemed the poor child was quite nervous, with the way he was talking. Not really knowing if it was just his appearance (he is called Fierce for a reason), or if that was just the way Sebastien is, he only stared at the other male with confusion, before gesturing to the door with his head, in a silent, mocking way. There was a way out. Out the room, that is. It won't be easy to get out of this universe, that is for sure. Crossing his arms, he decided to sit himself back down, taking a rest. Since they were a team now, he might as well wait for Seb to make up his mind. He'd follow along behind anyways. It might do the child some good being in the lead after all.

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Sebastian Debeste
M/17/Ace Attorney/Magenta Pairing!/Tagged:Fierce Deity

"That wasn't what I meant! I-" He sighed, sitting down. "Either you're being sarcastic... or I'm being vague again. Sorry. You probably think of me as a hindsight- er... Is that the right word?" After nervously breaking and unbreaking eye contact with the Fierce Deity he realized he had it wrong. "Hindrance. That's what I meant. You probably think of me as a hindrance by this point, and I've been trying to gain some competence and..." He seemed to be on the verge of tears already, holding back. "I'm sorry. Let's just... I'll just... go." He got back up and headed out the door. Of course his first impression of him had to be vague sobbing idiot. It always had to be...

[Reiji]

[ ♛ ] Takeru Yamato • 17 • Male • Silver Pairing • Eyeshield 21 • Tags, Kokichi

Yamato went ahead to follow Kokichi, thinking nothing more of his new acquintance. After all, he wasn't against him- they're not enemies. Even then, he's fond of making friends with his opponents. The note did say about how you could desire others in this place but the boy personally wouldn't really mind. If Kokichi wasn't good enough to keep up with Yamato, then so be it. Despite initially waiting up for the strange boy, he had went ahead and walked infront of him instead. He stared around the environment, his arms behind him. He still had a polite smile even now. "Takeru Yamato, as you know. Teikoku Alexander's first string player in the american football club, running back and defensive back position. How about you, how's your school?" Yamato started a conversation by beginning to talk about his school and then asking about Kokichi's. From what he can see, Kokichi was around his age range aswell, even if they didn't have the same build or anything like that. He definitely doesn't know who Kokichi was until today but it'd be nice to know what district he was from, at the very least. He went ahead a few steps and nudged for the other to follow, an innocent smile with a pleasant expression still carved onto his face. It wasn't hostile or carrying a hidden meaning— he knew the seriousness of the situation at hand but being glum won't help anyone, especially himself. Even if he had just been thrown in into the current situstion, he had already gained his composure- which was only expected. Of course, being overly optimistic and blindly thinking everything is going to be okay isn't a very smart idea either. Right now, he's just handling the situation as it comes.

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| 15 | Female | DBZ | Red Pairing | Tags: Ri "Ian" Gyeol
❝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜❞

Ian answered her question with a simple "I'm a ghost." before moving on, clearly not wishing to dwell further on the topic. Arctica still had more questions, but she didn't voice them in fear of angering her companion. Where's his halo? The missing item threw off what she knew of dead, or undead, beings. Strange, but he doesn't want to talk about it. She moved the question to the back of her mind, stepping back a few paces to allow Ian to pass. In response to his question, the frost demon took a final glance around the room, deciding to keep her stuffed monster and personal photo with her. Everything else should be fine here in the room. At last, Arctica nodded to Ian, following the ghostly boy out the door. Their path took them down the halls, where Arctica began sensing more and more energies from the different rooms they passed. How many people are here with us? She couldn't help but wonder. Her tail flicked and swayed as she walked, though she was careful not to bump it into any of the walls. "H-How many groups do you th-th-think are here?" She asked Ian walking briefly on her tiptoes to reach his ear so she wouldn't have to raise her voice far.

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【✦】| 15 | Male | BNHA | White Pairing | Tags: Clementine
❝𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗❞

Totoroki didn't receive any answer, so he took that as a sign to leave his assigned "soulmate" be until she woke on her own. He turned away from the curtain back to the neatly furnished room, opening the drawers. Inside he found a heaping collection of clothes, most of which were ones he brought with him to the UA dorm. The only outfit missing was his school uniform, strangely enough. He noted several extras that, while they weren't his, they matched his usual style of dress and looked brand new. A gift maybe? He avoided these for the time being, instead changing into one of his familiar outfits. He still wasn't sure how this happened, but he wouldn't get any answers about what villain was behind it just by standing around. Unlike his past encounters with evil-doers, he wasn't recklessly diving into a situation; he was trapped, like Bakugou. Kidnapped, though I'm sure Mr. Izawa is keeping a closer eye on everyone after the incident in Kamino Ward. He was relying on his own skills and quirk, and the hope that the Pro Heroes were searching as well. All the top heroes were likely on the case to reassure the public in a similar fashion as before, including the top hero All-He's not the top hero anymore. It felt strange to know that the symbol of peace was retired, and even more so to know his father had taken his place. The temperature of the air dropped notably as Shoto considered the idea of his father leading the search for him, but he recovered soon after. Now is not the time to get lost in those emotions. The student knew he'd have to face them some day, but at current, he had more pressing matters.

A creak of the floor just beyond the curtain distracted Totoroki from his thoughts. Clementine must be awake now. A second later, the curtain was torn away and she greeted Shoto. "Don’t try anything funny, and I won't shoot you where you stand." He stared with a slightly dumbfounded expression. "I am, but.. Do you greet everyone like that?" He hadn't expected their introductions to begin with the threat of murder. "I'm not looking for a fight," He began, his Japanese accent showing through. "I'm just as lost as you are." Clementine looked to be about his age, but her appearance was rugged and hardened; it was likely her attitude stemmed from where she came from. He'd rather not be shot, but if it came to it, at least he could defend himself.

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【✦】| 1000+ | Male | DBS | Teal Pairing | Tags: Bayonetta
❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎❞

An umbra witch? Not anything Hit had heard of prior, even during his brushes with fighters from other universes. Perhaps her kind is exclusive to one of the four universes exempt from the tournament. Beyond that rather world-shattering event, the only universe beyond his own he knew anything about was the seventh. That's also where his only knowledge of the human race stemmed from. His previous though was immediately countered by her next statement, implying her kind were nearing extinction. The umbra witch before him seemed to share Hit's interest in escaping, and while she agreed to work with him, he felt some underlying whims implied. "So long as I trust you not to put a knife in my back." Hit added to the end of her statement, allowing the witch to pop a question of her own. "I'm an assassin." He responded shortly. "My skills lie primarily in martial arts, and given my occupation I trust you can make the connections on why finding myself here has my patience so short." It was rare Hit found himself in a situation where he could even remotely mention what his line of work consisted of, but given what he sensed from and had already seen from this woman, he doubted the idea would faze her, though he disliked spilling such information so freely. He hoped the answer would leave her satisfied.

[SilverWing13]

K o k i c h i O u m a

Kokichi and Takeru enter a long hallway, that seemed to stretch on for about 20 yards. This hallway was lined with other doors, labeled with different colors. The doors were all spaced out from each other, it made sense as the rooms behind them had to be fairly large to house people. Or at least, that's what Kokichi had assumed. The two males surely couldn't have been the only ones here. The supreme leader goes to lean on the wall facing opposite from the silver labeled door. The young boy crosses his arms, lifting his head up to look his partner in the eye. He listens to Takeru's introduction half-heartedly at first, until it was mentioned that the black-haired male played football. Now, that, seemed to pique Kokichi's interest quite a bit, as he raised his eyebrow. It is known that we will have to work to escape this place. So having someone like Takeru on my side will definitely help me out a bit. Kokichi thought to himself, suppressing the sudden urge to grin.

Once the supreme leader's partner had finished his rather bleak introduction. Kokichi stood up a bit straighter, so much that he stopped leaning on the wall. The young boy started his debut rather enthusiastically. "Kokichi Ouma, as you would know already. I'm remarked as the Ultimate Supreme leader from where I come from. I have a secret organization with over 10,000 members! I was so prestigious in some people's eyes that I was able to attend Hopes Peak Academy." Kokichi added his last comment with a small grin. The supreme leader wraps everything all up by bringing his hands up to the base of his neck. Such a blatant lie. This should be pretty easy to see through, I would think. He thought to himself.

[Lost_Ink]

{ -Male-}||{ -17 years- } || { -Magenta Pairing- } ||{ -Tags; Sebastien- }

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The poor child stared at his partner with a very confused face, watching as he went from nervous to practically a breakdown. He isn't that scary.... riiight? Far as he was concerned, the villagers never ran from him when Link donned his mask, so he's fairly certain he isn't that fierce-looking.... Nonetheless, when Sebastien went out the door, he quickly got up and followed suit, more worried about the child's safety. He wouldn't really disagree with Sebastien on him as a hindrance, but that was honestly only if a fight ever broke out, and if he couldn't get there and defend him on time. Of course, he would probably never let anything happen to his partner, since he now feels the need to protect the child. He couldn't help it, he looks like a lost child, and Fierce Deity couldn't leave someone that helpless all by themselves. Sighing, he walked behind Sebastien, looking around the place as he followed along, curious at everything. He doesn't know if Sebastien knows this place or not (presumably not), but it seemed he might just luckily bring them around somewhere, which would probably be for the best right now. He certainly wants to get out of this weird "hotel" like place. After a while, he tapped his partner's shoulders, about to sign out of habit from Link, before remembering he probably didn't know anything, and instead gestured all around and then pointing to the front, in a way to ask on where they are going right now. He didn't trust he could talk right now, especially since he has a new body, so he is quite unsure if his voice would work right now. He'd probably need to test that out later on, when he is fairly certain no one is around. Although he grimaced a bit after, since he's fairly certain he couldn't get what he was trying to tell him, so he started to look around in advance to see if he could find something to write with, and something to write on. He would really hate it if he had to carve letters into the wall, seeing it was nicely done. That, and anyone else coming along might misinterpret it, which wouldn't be good either.

[Reiji]

[ ♣ ] Gyeol Ri 'Ian' • 17 • Male • Red Pairing • oc • Tags, Arctica

Ian walked past the doors as soon as Arctica joined him. To be a ghost, his body is eternally tired and at this point he was slight swaying in his steps. It's not noticeable but just enough for a perceptive person to see he isn't walking properly. He could feel his own eyes being rather burdened, as if some invisble weights were making then close his eyelids, despite his protest. That's most of the reason why he's spiteful all the spite; he always feels like he just woke up from a nice dream, a blissful ignorance of the living- just not existing. He couldn't even sleep to get rid of this dizzy headache— this insufferable fatigue. He lives, though or rather, well, he doesn't live.

A soft quiet voice perked up to ask him yet another question. Is that all she has to contribute? Ian punched himself inside his mind for being a prick. He's aware of it most times and he avoids saying mean things if the person is nice enough. So far, Artica doesn't make him wish that he was alive just so he could die again so that's a good start. "Atleast three." Ian chuckled at his own dry joke, a smile slipping by before fading as quickly as it came. He was too lazy to count the doors but one look and it was enough to say; a lot. "We'll see them later eventually, don't worry about it now." He answered, his voice once again nonchalant. He stared across the corridor towards a hall of some kind, wondering if that was the next place they should be heading towards.

[ ♛ ] Takeru Yamato • 17 • Male • Silver Pairing • Eyeshield 21 • Tags, Kokichi

Yamato blinked when he observed the corridor and the doors, wondering just how many people are there and what kind of people they are. They're not going to be competing against each other, right? Not that he would have any problem with that but it'd be rather easier to work with other pairs. Then again, maybe the 'matchmaker' had thought of that. Still, the whole concept of this place is still making him a little bit iffy. It's not something normal, it certainly feels like a dream anyway. However, freaking out about it would only be a waste of time. As he was thinking of the other potential kidnaped-residents of this place, Kokichi looked up at him again and began his own introduction. Going on about being an ultimate supreme leader and having a secret organization. His smile became a grin as this time, his laugh was both cheerful and polite. "That sounds fun." Just now, Yamato was talking to him like Kokichi was merely a child, it wasn't out of disrespect but because the image of the boy infront of him being a 'supreme leader' truly amused him. It sounded like some kind of grandeur or fantasy- a child's play, even. Yamato doesn't mind humoring his new acquaintance if so. After all, he heard the boy's breathing problems just earlier- maybe he was sick. He doesn't like assuming things or looking down at people so he won't question Kokichi, although he didn't believe any of it expect the school he went to, that sounded plausible enough. He can't remember if he had heard the school's name before. "Well, since you're the ultimate supreme leader, where do you think we should go next?" Yamato stood beside him, waiting for Kokichi's orders.

[Leaf_Blaze]

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