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[Reiji]

[ ♦ ] Jacket • 27 • Male • Black Pairing • Hotline Miami • Tags, Rosa

The bottom of the stairs was quite quaint, Jacket was expecting something more. Quickly recalling the information that he had so far, this must be the next destination they were supposed to go to. The first level or whatever you'd like to call it. It's like a videogame, right? Something he rather enjoyed in his past time, it was a good non-violent way to let out his pent up stress. This is the real world now however and he had to focus. Instinctively, he reached inside his jacket only to grab the air. He wasn't sure what he was doing, there was no need for that, especially not right now. He felt the shape of his knife inside his pocket as reasurrance and observed the empty room. Meanwhile, Rosa 'told' him that it'd be a good idea to talk to the other people that had began to enter the lounge which he ignored earlier. He had only gave a slight side-glance to see if there was any interesting figures but otherwise, he wasn't paying attention to people as he never liked crowds. He just slightly squinted at her. He didn't even bother signing due to the ridiculousness of the suggestion, opting to waving his hand around his throat dismissively and then pointing at Rosa. Neither of us can really talk, he thought— or want to, atleast for Jacket's situation.

Jacket felt around the empty room that had no other features. Rubbing his knuckles, he knocked certain parts of the walls with the back of his hand and after walking a few steps, a part of it made a different sound. He looked back towards Rosa, nudging that he found something. Stepping back, he took out his military knife and spun it in his hands. It has been awhile since the last time he had used it but it was still sharp as ever, cleaned, too. Digging it into the wall, he cut out a panel and let it drop onto the floor. He carefully took out the strange content inside the space of the wall. A strange wooden box that doesn't look like it has a way to open it. Shaking it gently reveals that there's something inside it. Jacket looked at the hole in the wall for more clues but only found a keyhole of some sort. Where's the key? He stared vacantly at the box, tapping it with his fingers. It took him a few seconds before realizing what it is. Himitsu-Bako— secret boxes. They only open with specific inputs and are also known as puzzle boxes. He didn't like puzzles but these were good ways to hide things, especially if you knew how to open them. He only knew about this from passing stories and also had seen one of them back in is military years, belonging to a fellow soldier. He's not sure why he still remembers it as most of his past feels hazy now. He twisted the corners around, holding certain parts for a few seconds, tried to push the panels and then gave up, restraining himself from throwing it onto the ground in a fit of rage. He had only succeeded getting off the first lock by pushing a panel inwards but there were two steps left. Jacket handed it over to Rosa, hoping that she have more patience to open the damn thing that he did. "That box need specific inputs to open." Jacket signed formally to assist Rosa in what he could not do. Personally, he would've opened it with brute force but he didn't want to destroy what's inside if it was the key for the panel.

[Leaf_Blaze]

⚔ Fᴇʀɴ ⚔
male ✿ adventure time (canon) ✿ navy pair ✿ tagged: louis

The last thing Fern remembered was falling asleep under a tree, so he was a bit shocked when he felt cushions instead of grass beneath him. He rapidly sat up with wide eyes as he surveyed his surroundings. There was absolutely zero charm to his new surroundings. A plain white room with a plain white divider and a plain white bed with plain white sheets and a plain white nightstand with a plain white note- wait, note? Fern got off the bed and plucked the piece of paper off its resting place, tossing the blankets and sheets to the side rather haphazardly. His brows furrowed as the situation was explained to him. Not even a week old and he'd already been dimension-kidnapped. Great. And now really wasn't a good time for romantic stuff, he still had no idea who he was supposed to be. Maybe a special someone would help with that? The grass boy flipped over the note for any more information.

Turns out his supposed soulmate (did he even have a soul?) was either named "Navy Pairing" or "Louis". Both seemed like plausible names to Fern. "Welp. Time to meet the apparent love of my life with no grasp of who I am," he half-mumbled to himself as he slipped the note into his backpack. He wasn't quite sure what to expect, if anything. For all he knew, this was some elaborate trick. The teen opened to door to reveal...

A lump. Looks like Navy/Louis was still asleep. Fern made his way over to the lump very quietly, the only sound being the soft fwish-fwish-fwish of his grassy body. Now that he was right next to his supposed soulmate, the best course of action was obviously to softly poke their side to wake them up. And to make sure they were there and weren't just a bunch of bed sheets. So Fern did that and came into contact with what was probably flesh, judging by the way it moved. Sweet, an actual person! A small smile appeared on his face as he continued to stand over Navy/Louis, waiting for them to wake up.

[Lost_Ink]

{ -Male-}||{ -17 years- } || { -Gold Pairing- } ||{ -Tags; Virion- }

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He blinked when Virion transformed himself into a squid, before transforming back into his normal self, and blinked some more when he also stated they were kids. He generally thought either he was too tall, or he was just a small one. Although he did note that he doesn't seem to be as child-like as most children are, somewhat like Link, in a way. He glanced at what Virion was holding curiously, having never seen something like it before. Being familiar with only swords and the occasional shield and arrows, he wondered what those items were. Inside the tank seemed to be... ink? Wondering how that can help in life-or-death situations, he tilted his head questioningly, and gestured to the weapons in Virions hand, asking what they are and what they could do.

[ =Male= ] \\ [ =9/10 years old= ] \\ [ =Blue Pairing= ] \\ [ =Tags; No one for now, presumably Emma= ]

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Yawning, Link stretched a bit as he woke up, before rubbing his eyes and looked around tiredly. He seemed to be in a different room, although he has no idea where. He presumed he was back in Hyrule, although he has no idea why exactly he is in a bed right now. He thought he would appear in the area before he managed to fall into Termina. Nonetheless, taking a more careful look around, it slowly dawned on him that perhaps, he isn't back home. Which made him wonder, where exactly is he now? Yawning again, he hopped off the bed, before looking around the place more closely. Peeking out the windows, he noted that he is certainly not in Hyrule, nor Termina. Well, wherever he is, he does hope there is no required or urgent place to save. Having just finished Termina and the three-day rotations, he is tired from all the events. Course, he won't complain if that is why he is here, but a break would be greatly appreciated.
Seeing a note on a nearby desk, he pondered if whomever that lives in this fancy place left it there for him. He certainly would need to thank the person living here, seeing as they probably saw him unconscious and brought him into their home. Walking over to it, he picked it up and read it through, scanning it over once and registering exactly which language it was in, before carefully reading his way through. As he reached the end, he grew more and more confused. Soul mate? Battling others? Well, it certainly wasn't the world saving scenario he imagined, which eased him a bit, but this was hardly any better. Not to mention you'll be fighting other "couples" as well, adding on the fact that betrayal is also allowed, if not encouraged.
Flipping it over, he noted that the pairs were separated into colours, and his was someone named Emma. They sound nice, and he hope they were nice. Which gave him a whole new fear. He has never liked someone to that extent, so he has no idea how he was supposed to act. Not to mention, what would happen if his partner just outright hated him, without him doing anything? Well, he can count this as just a partnership, a bond as they tried to escape this place, but there are always other fates doing their work. Sighing, he stopped his worries, deciding to cross that bridge once he gets there. Patting his back and checking his bag, he checked to make sure everything he has is in their rightful place, before looking at the curtain that divided the room. He had never thought that it separated his partner and his room, but then again, he had just assumed this was a house. It never registered to him that this was a castle. Well, at least now he can put a rain-check on thanking the person, seeing as now, he is probably against them, and everyone else in this world, may he want to or not.
Sighing again, he wondered if he should check on his partner, but decided against it. Whomever they are, they probably want some privacy, so he decided to wait for them to finish up and perhaps even relax themselves a bit, before greeting them. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he waited there restlessly, dangling his legs, previous tiredness all forgotten.

[Kveykva]

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

Ian expressed visible shock when the young frost demon suddenly wrenched him up from his resting place on the couch. He stammered some kind assurance to her as she hid behind him, wary of the two adults now standing in front of them. The purple skinned humanoid was the one to recognize her species, and for the fact she couldn't sense any energy from him, Arctica was doubly on edge. Judging by the matching teal wristbands he and the woman to his side wore, they were also in a pairing. "Relax." It was spoken as a command. "I know your species. That's all." The words weren't comforting, but it at least got the message across that they meant no harm. Timidly, the frost demon poked her head out from behind Ian, though her long tail still curled defensively around his semi-transparent legs. He knows what I am, so we must be from the same place, right? The woman in the teal pairing came to the same conclusion as Arctica had, and the young girl couldn't help but stare at her and her odd outfit both. Are those guns? The sight of the weapons themselves didn't really shock her, but they looked like they were part of her shoes, and her feet didn't look anything like Arctica's. How would she even plan on firing those? Her best guess was that she was human, and not from a world Arctica recognized. The other in the teal pairing made her want to curl up and hide. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but the man terrified her.

Despite the lack of any kind of threats from the new arrivals, the tension in the air kept Arctica cowering behind the undead teen she was paired with. She didn't know Ian beyond the short time they'd spent together in this place, but the fact that whoever the Matchmaker was decided to pair them with each other had to count for something. At least, she thought so. She found a weird sense of familiarity with the ghost, and with that identity there was some level of comfort, even if he was a stranger. It gave her the strength and confidence at last to speak, though she still found herself clinging to Ian while doing so. "M-My name is-is-is Ar...A-Arctica..."

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

The idea of a quirk seemed to only confuse Clementine, which in turn left Shoto confused further, to the point where the student began to grow mildly concerned. While being quirkless wasn't necessarily a handicap, the fact that she hadn't at least heard of them was cause for concern. Do they call quirks something else where she comes from? He couldn't shake her American accent still, but she couldn't be from there. At least, no civil part of the country. More question stewed in the boy's mind as he followed behind Clementine. He was on guard, but with how tense his companion was, she seemed intent on keeping eyes and ears open for the both of them. As they ventured further down the hall, she stopped and directed Totoroki's attention to a door, which looked out of place compared to the others. He'd begun to reach for the knob to open it, turning it lightly to make the door ajar before retreating. Clementine pushed the door open swiftly and entered, gun first, but instantly sounded lost for words. The UA student followed in her steps, unsure why she seemed so dumbfounded. She answered his question before he could voice it. "Have you ever seen so much food since it started, Shoto?"

"It?" He asked instead, taking an item from one of the shelves and looking it over. It seemed rather ordinary to him. "I'm not sure what you mean," Shoto admitted. The only big "it" he could think of was the appearance of quirks, but that was decades ago. Now more than 80% of humans had some kind of quirk, which made it only even stranger to consider not only did Clementine possibly not have one, but she may have never heard of them. "I didn't get a chance to answer before, but your quirk is your..." He paused, deciding "superpower" may sound a bit too strange to someone who didn't have any prior knowledge on the subject. "...I can't think of how else to describe it. Mine is called half-hot, half-cold." He raised his right hand and the air grew noticeably chilly, with ice crystals forming on the canned food item he held in it. "I can create ice from my right side and fire from my left. Most humans have some kind of ability like this, which is why I asked what yours was. It's rare to meet anyone without a quirk." Totoroki explained.

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

As species go, Frost Demons were some of the more recognizable ones. Hit instantly called the smaller creature out, and in response she chose to hide. "Relax." He ordered, and the opposing alien was quick to oblige. Enough for him to speak further, at the very least. "I know your species. That's all." The statement seemed to reassure her, but not enough for the frost demon to come out from hiding. Hit noted the odd characteristics of her companion. Another pairing, perhaps? He observed their matching colored bracelets, similar to the teal ones he and the umbra witch Cereza wore. Speaking of, Hit lowered his voice briefly to answer his companion. "There's a chance. We'll see." The assassin returned to his neutral volume before continuing. "I've met two members of your race before. One by the name Frost, and another called Frieza." The pinkish frost demon took a step back at the mention of the second one, which he saw through the transparent torso of her companion. "You recognize the name, which means you're from universe seven." He was correct in his assumption that no one here was from any of the same place--people had been plucked from all corners of the twelve universes to unwillingly participate, and for what?

The Tournament of Power had some build up, at least. This came from nowhere. Also in contrast to the aforementioned tournament, this "game" (if one could even call it that) didn't consist of martial artists. Aside from himself and possibly Arctica, as the frost demon introduced herself, he didn't sense anyone of notable prowess, but then again Hit couldn't trust his energy sense in this place. He passed Arctica and her spectral companion in silence, taking note as more couples began finding their way into the lounge. I haven't a choice but to play.

[guar]

→𝙲 𝙻 𝙴 𝙼 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴
| female | tagged; shoto |

A puzzled expression crossed Clementine’s face when Shoto admitted to not understanding what she had meant when she vaguely referred to the dead walking as “it”. Although she realised that she was vague so it was understandable why someone would be unsure what she meant, the teenager struggled to understand what else she could have possibly meant. Everyone obviously knew of the day that the dead started walking, regardless of if they lived in a sheltered community or not and, considering Shoto appeared to be around her age, he wouldn’t have been too young and unable to remember it unless something had happened to him - perhaps that was the reason for the burn marks on his face. There were a lot of questions that Clementine had about the boy she found herself paired with, but those had to remain unanswered for now, most of them, at least. “The day the dead started walking.” She explained, deciding against being vague since that just caused unnecessary confusion that was easily avoided. “The last time I saw a stash of food close to this size, it was a trap.” Her brows furrowed at the thought of the rigged train station. She and AJ had finally found a place with enough food to keep them going for weeks, but before they knew it there was a grenade right in the middle of it, blowing a majority of the food up and attracting the walkers. Clementine shook her head and sighed. At least they managed to salvage what was left of the stash.

Once again, Shoto brought up the strange word again: quirk. He apparently had no other way of describing what a quirk was which was certainly an issue; how in the world was she supposed to understand what he meant if he couldn’t even explain it? Clementine huffed and folded her arms over her chest, watching him as he rose his right hand after he told her the name of his quirk. Half-hot, half-cold? She wasn’t sure what to make of that to say the least, but she figured it would become clearer after he demonstrated it. Clementine wasn’t sure what to expect when he rose his right hand, but the temperature dropping and becoming chilly certainly wasn’t something she thought of. She watched closely as the ice crystals formed on the canned food and she took a step back, wide-eyed and unsure what to make of what she was seeing. The teenager nodded slowly when Shoto continued his explanation of his quirk and mentioned how he could make fire with his left hand; after seeing his demonstration, Clementine didn’t doubt that statement for one moment. “Most humans?” Clementine repeated incredulously, tilting her head, “Where in the world are you from where that's normal? Nobody does anything like that!” The demonstration and explanation left Clementine more confused that she originally had been. How on Earth was that considered normal? Besides, he said “most” humans, surely that couldn’t be correct. There were barely any humans left and of all the people she had met, none of them had abilities like Shoto. It made her more on edge, admittedly, unsure how to feel about the other teenager now considering his abilities. That could have been an issue. “To answer your question, though, no. I don’t have a quirk, nobody I know does.” She frowned, shaking her head. She still couldn’t fully understand what was going on but she decided against pondering on it for too long, it wouldn’t help her, after all.

When another pair entered the kitchen, Clementine was instantly defensive, taking a few steps back and raising her gun with narrowed eyes. At this point she should have realised that people weren’t likely to be as aggressive if they were in the same situation as her and her apparent soulmate Shoto, but she could never be too sure. If pairings were to be put against each other, the survivor did not want to risk letting her guard down too soon. Not to mention the intimidating stature of one of the newcomers. Thinking back to her brief confrontation with James in the cave, it didn’t take much for him to overpower her and he only looked like he was a few years older than her and a couple inches taller, this person, though, was much taller than anybody Clementine had seen in a while. The other one in the pair, though, wasn’t as tall and intimidating; he looked to be around her height and he hardly looked like he was too muscular. The taller one sounded friendly enough, smiling at Shoto and Clementine and complimenting what Shoto had done. Hesitating at first, Clementine lowered her gun her side, but still kept it in sight, mostly as a warning. “We are,” Clementine responded to the question, eyeing the two others, “I guess you two are paired too, huh?” They should have expected to run into more pairings, it wasn’t much of a game if there weren’t many people in it, after all. “I’m Clementine,” she made a brief gesture towards her soulmate, “that’s Shoto. Who are you two?”

→𝙻 𝙾 𝚄 𝙸 𝚂
| male | tagged; fern |

To say that sleeping was difficult for the teenager would be a vast understatement. In fact, Louis couldn’t recall when he finally managed to doze off. All night he was kept awake by thoughts that were running through his mind, all regarding what had happened the night before with the Raiders attacking the school. Everything seemed like it was such a blur at the time but now that it had happened it was finally sinking in...finally becoming clear to him exactly what happened, the losses that they suffered too. It was difficult enough to believe that Marlon was gone, but now Mitch too? And it was so quick when it happened, nobody would have expected that he was going to be the one to go. If anything, the only person that Louis was expecting to get killed that night was...well, himself. Nobody else, he wouldn’t have thought anybody would be hurt after how well organised everyone at the school was, they planned where to hide, where to go, they set up traps. They still didn’t gain much from it, though. Even killing the Raiders wasn’t a great achievement, they would always have more to spare, but the same couldn’t be said about at Ericson’s. Not to mention that they managed to lose four people the night before. Aasim, Omar, Violet, all three of them were taken away. But then there was also the death of Mitch that was weighing down heavily on Louis. Sure, it wasn’t his fault that Mitch had been killed and he did die protecting someone but it just didn’t seem right to Louis to think about the losses that they had all faced after the failed attempt to protect the school.

When he began to stir, he felt his body aching all over which wasn’t surprising considering the action that took place the night before, perhaps ramming into a woman holding a gun was not the best idea, especially since it almost got him caught if it wasn’t for Clementine shooting the arm of the woman who was dragging him away. While that was the case, it was still bothering him how that led to Violet being taken instead; she would be much more valuable that him, right? The teenager was pulled from his thoughts when he felt someone roughly pushing his arm. It wasn’t like him to lay in, was it? No, he was always awake in time for his shifts, he couldn’t have forgotten to wake up. “I’m up, I’m up.” He insisted, waving his arm to push away whoever had woken him up, “I thought Ruby had the morning shift.” He yawned, rubbing his eyes and pushing himself up into a sitting position on the bed. It was only when he opened his eyes that he realised that he wasn’t in the school anymore, and although he was rather blurry-eyed at first, it was easy to tell that the person who woke him up was definitely not from the school. “Woah!” He gasped, now sitting completely upright and staring wide-eyed at the person before him, although, he had a hard time believing that they were actually a person. “You’re a very...green person?” God, he hoped that wasn’t an offensive thing to say, but that was really all he could muster right now.

Louis had no idea exactly how to react to the situation he found himself in, but naturally the first thing he did was pinch his arm to try and make sure that he wasn’t dreaming. Nope. That was definitely painful. He shifted his gaze away from the person stood beside his bed and stared at his surroundings, hesitating and shaking his head, “Oh man this can’t be real.” He mumbled to himself, rubbing his head and frowning confusedly. He spotted the note that was on the table beside the bed, but he figured it would be rude to start reading it while someone was in front of him. “Er...where am I? What-uh, who are you?” Louis question, returning his gaze to the person that was stood over him beside the bed he woke up on.

→𝙷 𝙰 𝙽 𝙰 𝚂 𝙾 𝙽 𝙶
| female | tagged; ren |

Hana watched her soulmate closely as he moved toward the large wooden dresser that was nearby after pointing out that there could be something useful inside the drawers. It was disappointing that her excuse wasn’t going to work if he did manage to find a holster for her pistol, but she supposed it was understandable why Ren was searching for a holster. If the situation was swapped around and Ren was the one with a weapon and Hana was the one at risk she would want to find a way around the only reason for keeping the weapon out. The national protector had to admit, though, that her reason was a rather poor one. Sure, it meant that she would get away with keeping the weapon out for the time being but it was incredibly easy to deal with that problem; that was pretty obvious now, though, since the other teenager had already found a way around it. Besides, it would make sense for there to be weapon holsters in the room where someone had a weapon, if the Matchmaker specifically selected the people that were taken and placed in the Shipping Wars then surely they would have prepared for each of the people and realised if they happened to need something. That being said, though, Hana hadn’t managed to come across a holster in the drawer that she found her pistol in, so perhaps the Matchmaker wasn’t as prepared as she had originally thought? Pondering about the intelligence of the person that brought her here wasn’t going to help her, though, so she focused on Ren once again. Stepping to the side so she could get a good look at the contents inside of the massive dresser that he was looking through, instantly going on edge when she saw the dagger and the pistol inside of the dresser. So she wasn’t the only armed one in the pairing, then, that was both a comforting thought and a concerning one. It was comforting to know that Ren was experienced in combat, or at least he knew his way around a weapon, so that meant whenever it came to the battles that were mentioned in the note left by the Matchmaker she knew she could trust Ren to be helpful in that area. It was also concerning, though, for a similar reason; her soulmate was going to be armed and she assumed he was capable in battle, but that meant that if it came to betrayal he would be more than capable of betraying her if he wanted to and she hadn’t exactly made the best impression. She liked to think that Ren wasn’t the type of person to betray someone he was working together with, but at that point there was no way of telling anything about him considering how reserved he had been.

Seeing that Ren was also armed (although he hadn’t yet taken the weapons provided to him) was a good enough reason for Hana to tense up slightly, tightening her grip on her pistol in case he reached for his weapons. However, he didn’t seem to make any move to take the weapons out of the large dresser anytime soon and he instead focused on what he had planned on finding beforehand. Sighing softly, Hana allowed herself to relax and mentally reassured herself that she wasn’t at risk of being harmed by Ren, he was certainly proving that he was peaceful enough even after being insulted and technically threatened by the teenage girl. Having reassured herself that Ren wouldn’t be using his dagger nor his pistol against her, Hana took a step back from the dresser and returned to where she was previously stood, she hoped that would be proof enough that she was trusting him not to try anything that either of them might regret. At some point, it looked like Ren wasn’t having much luck with finding a holster for the South Korean star since he closed the drawer to the dresser after rummaging through it for a small while. However, the next drawer to the dresser contained what the teenager was looking for. She frowned when she saw that he only removed one leather belt holster, but she figured that his attire was more suited to carrying weapons that hers was, even though shoving a gun in a pocket really wasn’t the best idea possible. She lowered her gaze to look at her own weapon before raising her gaze to look at the holster that Ren hung on a doorknob, he had a fair point when he mentioned that it might not fit due to how their weapons were different but there was no harm in trying, right? She moved over to the door, grabbing the belt and unbuckling it before she wrapped it around her waist and buckled it again. It wasn’t the best fit but it wouldn’t be slipping off, at least, so it was doing its job well enough. Thankfully, though, she managed to fit her pistol into the holster, now freeing up her hand. She figured that it would probably be seen as rude if she didn’t even try to see if the holster would work for her weapon, especially since it looked like it was the only one that Ren had and it would be a waste of time if she didn’t bother seeing if it was good enough for her. Besides, it would probably ease some of the remaining tension if she used the holster rather than just keep the weapon held in her hand and look like she was prepared to shoot him at any moment. Considering her first impression hadn’t been the best, Hana wanted to make it clear that she meant to harm to Ren an that she was willing to work with him and be less of a threat.

To say the least, Hana had not expected to see a smile growing on Ren’s face considering how distant and introverted he had been for the whole time that the two of them had been interacting. “That’s probably the first ever sign you’ve shown of having emotions.” She commented playfully, hoping that the joking would help improve the relationship between the two teenagers and allow them to become more comfortable with one another considering they had agreed to work as a team in the Shipping Wars although, admittedly, that was something that the Matchmaker seemed to be expecting of them. Well, either working together or betraying one another and turning to someone else to pair with. She was thankful to see that Ren agreed with her decision of the two of them watching each other’s back. It was comforting to know that she had somebody with her in the foreign situation even though it was with a complete stranger. At least it was a stranger willing to work together with her and have her back in return for her watching his as well. The chuckle was also quite a surprise but a welcome one nonetheless. At least that was showing that he was comfortable around her, and she hoped that by holstering her weapon and making a joke she showed that she was also comfortable around him despite assuming he was a creep the first time she saw him. She explained herself and her original opinion of him, at least and she believed that she managed to make it clear that she no longer felt that way about her allocated soulmate. I've been called plenty of things and had plenty of weapons point at me so no worries. Well. At least that assurance was also offering an explanation for his reaction to the threat of being shot. If he was so used to having weapons pointed at him, that showed that while he may have been on the wrong end of a gun a few times, he clearly hadn’t been shot yet. Or he at least managed to avoid a lot of bullets. “I’ve had similar experiences too.” Sure, being in life threatening situations while protecting her country may not have been exactly the same as Ren’s experiences, but at least they could somewhat relate to each other, even if being threatened wasn’t the best thing to have in common. One thing she hadn’t suffered, though, was being called names. Of course, she had been called names before in her life, but more often than not that was while she was playing games and insults were to be expected when she was playing any male-dominated game. She never let that dampen her mood or her passion, though. No amount of common insults would deter her from what she enjoyed most in her life. She wasn’t going to let anybody take her passion for gaming away from her. Now that she had made a name for herself in the gaming community, though, she didn’t face as many insults as before likely due to the fact that she had displayed her skills time and time again, both in-game and on the battlefield facing the Gwishwin Omnics that often attacked her home.

Finally, Ren returned to the large wooden dresser that contained his weaponry and began to take them out. He was obviously being careful and Hana could appreciate that, it helped show that he meant her no harm and she assumed that by holstering her own weapon without much hesitation she did the same with him. The MEKA pilot couldn’t help but watch curiously as Ren took out his sagger first and inspected it. She didn’t know many people that used daggers, after all. In fact, most people that she fought alongside were all in high-tech, large mechanical suits. The idea of using a dagger was strange to her now, even her own pistol didn’t use average bullets, instead being a light pistol which made it similar to the ammunition that was used by her MEKA suit. She sighed quietly. Hana wasn’t sure how she would be handling herself without the comfort of her mechanical suit to keep her safe and keep her mobile. She relied on that suit so much in combat that it was a disturbing thought to know she had to go without it in a foreign place with threats that she knew nothing about. Her mech, Tokki, was incredibly powerful and nimble in battle, the Fusion Cannons may be short range but they still did a lot of damage when she got up close and personal with the enemy, which is something she often did; the boosters helped her stay mobile in battle and always would be useful in getting her out of a sticky situation; and she couldn’t count the amount of times she had relied on her defence matrix in battle to absorb potentially life threatening attacks. She couldn’t rely on Tokki here though. All she had was her light gun to keep her safe. That was part of the reason why she was thankful for Ren agreeing to have her back. She was aware that by herself she probably wouldn’t put up much of a fight against anything; she had absolutely no protection in her pilot suit and her gun wasn’t the most damaging weapon. Ren seemed to know what he was doing, though. She looked at him once again, watching as he placed his dagger in is pocket, earning a skeptical look from Hana. Was that really the safest place to put a sharp dagger? Surely if it was at the wrong angle it could slice a hole in the pocket and potentially fall out. Ren didn’t seem to be the type of person to let that happen but everybody made mistakes and he was no exception no matter how experienced he may be with his chosen weapons. Finally he took out the pistol from his dresser and also examined that weapon like he had done with his dagger but didn’t take nearly as much time to look over it as he had done so with the dagger. She remained silent when he pushed away his coat and put the gun away behind his back.

We should probably get moving soon, so whenever you're ready, Hana. She perked up when he spoke her name, realising that they hadn’t properly introduced themselves and her soulmate had a fair reason for being concerned about how he should refer to her. She doubted that there was any need to use anything other than her own name, D.Va was a persona exclusively used in battle and in public and it was clear that Ren probably wasn’t a fan of hers; he didn’t even know her unless he happened to be really good at acting which she doubted was the case. “No sweat, it’s alright to call me Hana.” She wove her hand dismissively and offered a small smile. She was just about to ask what he preferred to be called, but he must have gotten that question a lot since he answered the question before she had the chance to ask it. “Okey dokey,” She bobbed her head in acknowledgement, “Ren it is, then.” She then turned her head to look at the door grabbing the handle then turning her gaze towards her soulmate once more, he had already said that he was ready to leave once she was so there was no need to ask if he was ready to go. She supposed she had only looked at him to let him know that she was going to open the door. Looking at the door once more, the teenage girl pulled it open and stepped outside of the room, waiting nearby for Ren to follow her and taking the chance to look down the hallways and look at all of the doors lining the walls. “Looks like we’re going to meet a few people.” She commented passively, folding her arms over her chest.

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| female | tagged; keith |

Merrill was pleased to hear that Keith seemed to at least understand her opinion on soulmates. It was at this point where people would lose interest or remind her that she was rambling, but Keith didn’t seem to be like that, he was happy to agree with her on what she was saying. That was always nice! It was good to know that Merrill didn’t end up with somebody rude or somebody who would completely ignore her or argue with her - those were the worst kinds of people in Merrill’s opinion so she was thankful that her assigned soulmate was friendly enough. Another pleasing thing to hear was the positive comment that he had made on her having magic. She never usually got compliments due to being a blood mage; but Keith didn’t need to know about that just yet since she did not want to risk scaring away the one that she was supposed to be working together with. The young Dalish elf watched wide eyed as the bayard extended in length and became a sword. That was certainly interesting to watch! “I’ve never seen anything like that before!” She explained cheerfully, tilting her head as she stared at Keith’s weapon, “I don’t have...bayards back home in Kirkwall.” Merrill continued, the name of the weapon being a bizzare word for her to say. In fact, she wasn’t sure where the weapon came from, it was surely no Dwarven made weapon from the looks of it, and Elven weapons were usually much more detailed than that. Human made seemed the most likely, especially considering how as far as she knew, Keith was an average human like the ones she saw back home, but the way he dressed was rather foreign to the ones that the elf knew. Strange. Most humans she encountered often dressed somewhat similarly but Keith’s attire was unlike anything that she had seen before. Perhaps it was made of different materials? Or from elsewhere in Thedas that she had yet to explore. It wasn’t a bad strange, though, she quite liked the look of the outfit, it wasn’t too busy with details and appeared to be some kind of uniform. Perhaps his friends wore the same? Merrill supposed she wouldn’t be meeting his friends, though, nor her own, at least not while they were trapped in the game that was set up by the matchmaker. She shook her head to clear away the negative thoughts. She was sure that they could get out soon enough and return to their friends.

“Personally, I don’t mind puzzles that much! They’re quite fun if they’re challenging! It always makes me feel good if I manage to complete a difficult task.” Sure, he didn’t ask for her opinion on puzzles and challenges but he did bring up the difficulty of them as a topic, so that was enough for her. So far, it seemed like Keith was rather indifferent when it came to discussing the situation they were in; that didn’t offer much for Merrill to work with to keep the conversation going but she didn’t mind that, she could always find something good to say. Or, at least, just something to say. “You don’t think we’ll just be fighting bandits?” Merrill took the comment into consideration and frowned, nodding slowly in understanding, “Well it all looks too fancy for bandits, don’t it? So you might be right. Unless the Matchmaker hired bandits...do you think that they would do that?”

→𝙰 𝙷 𝚂 𝙾 𝙺 𝙰 𝚃 𝙰 𝙽 𝙾
| female | tagged; cupid |

Ahsoka was thankful for the explanation that Cupid offered. Admittedly, the Padawan felt bad about being caught out staring at the weapons, afraid that perhaps she had given the wrong impression by doing so. Did Cupid only explain her weaponry because she thought that Ahsoka was doubting it? Perhaps Ahsoka’s expression gave away her concerns regarding her soulmate’s weapon of choice and abilities in battle. Especially since they were to be participating in some kind of twisted game; the note did mention that it was a competition for their freedom which rose the possibility of the other couples being hostile. Despite mentioning that defeating the Matchmaker would free them all, Ahsoka was still going to prepare for the worse case scenario of people competing regardless of the possibility of every couple getting out alive and returning home. Besides, the Matchmaker could have been lying about that, there was no way to be sure. The girl’s brow furrowed as she mulled over the possibilities in her head. Battles, puzzles and games are among the activities you will be participating in. That was another concerning comment found on the note. Battles weren’t too bad in her opinion, but there was no telling how powerful these opponents would be. Puzzles shouldn’t be too challenging, hopefully, but there was still the fact that she had no idea what to expect from the puzzles set up by the Matchmaker. The one activity that stumped her, though, was games. What kind of games could be planned for them? It seemed strange to add in games amongst the other activities that were planned but it also seemed rather condescending; was the Matchmaker trying to say that the couples were going to be overwhelmed and needing a break from battles? Were they really going to be so challenging that they warranted games in between? Sighing, Ahsoka returned her focus to her soulmate rather than the situation the two of them were in. “Don’t worry about not being able to see enemies near you, I’ll have your back.” Ahsoka reassured with a smile, bobbing her head.

“The Force is like…” She trailed off thoughtfully, searching for a way to describe it without making it too confusing. Eventually, Ahsoka decided that Obi-Wan Kenobi’s explanation would have to be good enough, “It’s like an energy, kind of. It’s created by all living things, like me and you.” She made a brief gesture towards herself and the inkling, “The Jedi are users of the Force. We use it in battle for peace.” The Padawan decided to keep the explanations relatively short and simple, not wanted to get too detailed especially since she wasn’t the most qualified to explain the Force, it would have been better if a trained Jedi explained it but so far she was the only Force-sensitive person present so she had to do her best. She nodded in response to the suggestion of explaining while they walked, so she followed the other girl out of the room while speaking. “The Jedi draw on the Light Side of the Force, we fight for peace in the galaxy but there are some Force users who don’t agree with the Jedi. They’re members of the Sith.” At the mention of Sith Order, a frown grew on her face and she shook her head, “The Sith don’t want peace, they want control and they will kill anybody who stand in their way. They gain power from the Dark Side of the Force.”

Ahsoka’s eyes moved to look at the two figures down the hallway that the Inking pointed out and she nodded at the suggestion, “Hopefully they’re friendly, though.” She was thankful for Cupid suggesting that they exercise caution when approaching the other pair of people, at least she knew that she needed to be careful - being experienced in battle must have aided that. Approaching those people seemed like the better plan than barging into other rooms, Cupid raised a fair point that it would be rude if they entered a room without asking and without any permission to do so. At least these two were up and walking, though, so there was the possibility of the two pairs forming an alliance and working together to get back to their homes.

[Rinovo]

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• Female • 11 • Blue pairing • The Promised Neverland • Room • Tagged: Link •

When Emma woke up, It only took a few moments for the sensation of the
comfortable bed to freeze her in shock. She... She and her family had escaped
the farm, right? They had found a place to rest for the night, far enough away
so that they wouldn't be found. Had they misjudged how far the demons would
go to find them? Were they captured? Was her family safe?

This last thought roused her out of her stillness, and she quickly sat up and
whipped her head side to side, scanning the room. It was quite like how the
rooms in the orphanage looked, especially Mom's expansive bedroom. That
fact worried her immensely, and she was just about ready to jump out of bed
and locate her siblings.

She would of, if she hadn't noticed the folded paper resting on a desk to the
left of her bed. When seen, it immediately caught her attention, as it wasn't
the only thing there. Next to it was her backpack full of her survival supplies
and her few personal items, seemly untouched. She'd have to take a recap of
what was still with her, but now wasn't the time. Quietly sliding out of the
sterile white bed, So not to make whoever was outside the room aware that
she had awakened, she shuffled over to the dark wooden desk and unfolded
the note.

She had to read it twice. A third time. But still, Nothing about it seemed to
make sense. Soulmates? She's heard the term before, But why would that
matter here? She doesn't need one, Gilda and Ray are her closest surviving
friends, and that's not even mentioning all of her other siblings. But that
was the least of her worries.

She had to escape again. The Realization filled her with dread, only softened
a bit knowing that she wouldn't be shipped out by whoever this "Mastermind"
was. She was about to put the letter down until she saw the name that had
been scribbled onto the back. "Link...?" She said out loud, wondering who
the name belonged to. It was very unusual to her, and triggered her curiosity.
So he was her partner in this, huh? She hoped very much that the two of
them could get along and escape this odd place.

[Leaf_Blaze]

⚔ Fᴇʀɴ ⚔
male ✿ adventure time (canon) ✿ navy pair ✿ tagged: louis

Fern was initially only a little confused by Navy/Louis's seeming familiarity with him, casually shooing his hand away like an old friend or sibling. He let it happen, avoiding skin (skin to grass?) contact and stepping back to give the stranger some room to move. The teen's confusion was cleared when the other mentioned a name he didn't know. "Uh, I'm not-" Fern was cut off by a surprised shout from Navy/Louis, which made him hold up his hands. "Yep. Hi. I am very green, thanks for noticing." His voice was still a bit croaky from sleep and that made his comment come out more deadpan than he intended. It was his turned to be confused as the grassy boy got a good look at his apparent soulmate. He was human. Well, he seemed to be human from the looks of it. And pretty rough, with beaten down clothes and some old wounds. Well, at least both of them were confused now.

Fern cringed a bit as the human proceeded to pinch himself. "Dude, don't-" and it was over. Concern appeared on his grassy face, and he rubbed his forearm with his opposite hand and avoided eye contact, unsure of how to proceed. Navy/Louis mumbled something, but the teen didn't catch it. The stifling awkwardness was (thankfully) broken with a question... that Fern didn't quite know the answer to. Perfect. "Ai'ght, uh... I'm Fern, I have no idea where we are, and there's a note on your nightstand that'll explain better than me. So... Please read that." He sort of trailed off at the end as the journey to discomfort was completed. Fern just sort of stood there with no idea on what to do.

[guar]

→𝙻 𝙾 𝚄 𝙸 𝚂
| male | tagged; fern |

For a minute or so, Louis’ mind had gone completely blank while staring at the green person in front of him, he knew that they were speaking but he struggled to completely comprehend the situation. None of this made sense. Where was he? Why was he here? Why was he in a room with a complete stranger? Who was this stranger? What were they? Where was Chairles? There were plenty of questions running through Louis’ head and he doubted that he would get an answer to many of them, but perhaps his chair leg weapon wasn’t the most important thing to locate right about now. He blinked a few times as if that would magically make him wake up in his own bed but that didn’t happen. Finally managing to regain his focus again and realise what the situation was: he was probably dead. Yeah. That made sense. Walker Louis was probably dealt with by now back home. Maybe Tenn was right? Maybe there was something after death, and this was it. It wasn’t anything like Louis had expected, honestly. Seemed a little plain, in his opinion, and he didn’t understand the point of adding in green people. Unfortunately, though, all of Louis’ theories were completely and utterly shattered when the green person, who introduced themselves as Fern, explained that they had no idea where they were either, but pointed out a note on the nightstand beside the teenager’s bed which would explain the situation. It didn’t take much convincing to get Louis to shuffle towards the nightstand and grab the note, studying it and its contents carefully. “I'm sorry to have taken you from your home so suddenly, but I have found your perfect soulmate.” Louis began to read the note out loud, mainly to himself before he saw the word soulmate which prompted a puzzled look and made the teenager fall silent as he quickly read through the note. This really couldn’t be real, could it? There was no way that somebody could have chosen his soulmate for him; based on those magazines he and Marlon found in their old Headmaster’s office definitely disagreed. Sure, Louis had limited knowledge when it came to romance and dating, but he at least knew the basics.

Finishing off the note, the teenager slowly placed it down on the bed beside him and shifted his gaze to return to Fern, his supposed soulmate. Great, okay, not like that put any pressure on him or anything. “Er...I’m Louis?” At that point he was sure that his companion had already learnt his name due to it being on the letter along with a colour, but it never hurt to introduce himself, right? Maybe Fern couldn’t read? No, that was stupid, he had already read the note so obviously he was able to read. Louis sighed and shook his head, standing up, “So we’ve got to fight a few baddies, solve a few puzzles and find the guy behind this, then?” He offered a brief summary of the note, mostly to try and assure himself that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. His eyes roamed across the room around him, spotting a chest of drawers and a wardrobe as well as the nightstand that had the note on it. “I’m gonna...go and check those out.” He decided, gesturing towards the dresser at the end of the bed he woke up on. Slipping past Fern, the teenager stood in front of the dresser, pulling out a drawer and checking out the contents. It was mainly clothing which wasn’t that helpful, although it was much cleaner than what Louis was in. He contemplated getting changed for a moment, but ultimately decided against it since he had company and he didn’t want to be awkward around them, besides, at least he was comfortable in his own clothes. Breathing out a sigh, he closed the drawer and opened the next one, rummaging through the contents for a moment before deciding that was useless too. Shaking his head, Louis turned to face the wardrobe, opening the doors with his expectations being pretty low until his gaze settled on the ever-familiar chair leg embedded in nails. “Booyah!” He pushed some clothing aside to make it easier to grab the makeshift weapon, grinning to himself and turning away from the wardrobe to swing it a few time before returning it to its rightful place on the inside of his coat. Satisfied by finding his weapon, Louis turned to face Fern once more, his mood improving considerably, “Alright, Fern, you got everything you need?” It was better to be friendly with his travelling companion sooner rather than later, and jumping right into being casual was probably the best method to avoid awkwardness along the way, besides, Fern hadn’t tried to kill him yet. That was a good sign!

[odd miku]

♛ tomie
female, 19. gray pairing. tagged; none
location; room (headed to lounge)

shifting uncomfortably, the self-proclaimed princess peered down at the bedsheets.
".. kind of brand is this?" she murmured, already in distaste of where she wound up.
despite the quality of the room, it was never really enough for her, of course.
her gaze scanned about, silver eyes thinning in disgust. this was probably
the worst hotel shed ever wound up in.. well, not really. it was actually pretty nice.
was it a hotel, though? she wasnt really sure.

wherever it was, she hated it already. whatever, she could probably sweeten up
some poor guy for 200$. she'd done it before, it only took puppy eyes and-
wait a moment.

she felt wrong. she didnt have her "memory bank" from all the other tomies.
every time she died, she split off into a new tomie. every tomie had the others
memories & thoughts, but now, her mind was clear and still as stone.
this wasnt going to be fun at all, was it? out of her comfort zone, she stood
and briefly scanned over her note. yeah; like she believed in soulmates.
after how everyone treated her when they "loved" her, she had a hard time
falling for that. slowly, hesitantly, she left her room.

her optics settled upon a cozy lounge. for now, she settled on a couch,
mostly hoping to peoplewatch. if there were others here, maybe theyd
be like her to some degree... probably not, though. she snickered at
the thought. was there really anyone like her?

[Lost_Ink]

{ -Male-}||{ -17 years- } || { -Gold Pairing- } ||{ -Tags; Virion- }

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He blinked when Virion transformed himself into a squid, before transforming back into his normal self, and blinked some more when he also stated they were kids. He generally thought either he was too tall, or he was just a small one. Although he did note that he doesn't seem to be as child-like as most children are, somewhat like Link, in a way. He glanced at what Virion was holding curiously, having never seen something like it before. Being familiar with only swords and the occasional shield and arrows, he wondered what those items were. Inside the tank seemed to be... ink? Wondering how that can help in life-or-death situations, he tilted his head questioningly, and gestured to the weapons in Virions hand, asking what they are and what they could do.

[ =Male= ] \\ [ =9/10 years old= ] \\ [ =Blue Pairing= ] \\ [ =Tags; Emma= ]

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He was slowly nodding off, despite his energy and enthusiasm. Even if he is all geared up for action, he is still tired, so after a couple of minutes, he was already close to falling asleep. That was, until he heard his name said from the other side of the room. Ears twitching a bit, he jolted awake, at first unsure of where and whom called his name. Only after a couple of minutes did he finally register that it was probably Emma, whom was on the other side, that said his name. It isn't any wonder his partner would know his name. It's written on the paper anyways. Curious, he decided to at least pay her a visit, and hopped off the bed, before peeking out of the curtains. He noted instantly that she seemed to be a kid, just like him. Which was a good thing, as he probably would have no idea what to do if it was an adult. Not that he couldn't handle adults, but since he was a child right now, it would probably be one sided. And also very likely that the adult would prohibit him from doing anything. Such as assisting in battle.
Coughing a bit to get her attention (and possibly not to scare her from a sudden appearance), he also noted that she had a bright coloring to her hair. Although at first glance, he probably would've thought her to be a male, if it wasn't he has learned by now that judgement on appearance... is probably never a good thing. Tilting his head out of curiosity, he finally walked out from behind the curtains, and silently asked her if she was Emma. It looks like she came... prepared, which made him question which world she possibly came from. After all, she certainly doesn't look like anyone he met on his journey's, and he was fairly certain that most kids wouldn't require things that looked a lot like adventurer equipment.