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[Ploegy]

Mikasa Ackerman
Tags; Tracer - Location; An Alleyway - Mood; Worried

When the sound of another voice hit Mikasa's ears, the girl was taken by surprise at first, finding this other woman to look completely different than what she was used to seeing. For a moment, she simply stood in silence, studying the other woman and gripping the ends of her blades just in case she decided to pull a fast one and attack her. The young girl would never back down from protecting herself, that was for certain. It was especially true now that she was separated from Eren. She would fight until she found out if her friend was dead or alive, only then would she decide if she was needed to continue or not. As she stood in silence, her dark eyes studied Tracer, making note of how smiley she was and wondering how she could be that way in a place such as the one they were in now. The girl may have been exposed to death and gotten used to dead bodies laying around, but this was certainly no place to be smiling at.

"Do you happen to know where we are?" she finally spoke. Her voice was as soft as it was before since she never liked having it carry too far. As she waited for an answer, she continued to study the older woman, wondering why she seemed to be dressed in such a different manner than she was. Her eyes caught the weapons she had one her and she quirked a brow slightly, trying to figure out exactly what they were. None of them looked like the weapons that she had seen back home. Maybe this was some place far beyond the walls like Armin had always spoke of. Was life outside the walls really like this though?

In someways it was worse than she had ever imagined it, though it did remind her of home in some ways. Her eyes looked past Tracer after a few moments and she studied her surroundings, noticing several things she was unfamiliar with, starting with the things that seemed to line the broken road up ahead. Most of them seemed shattered as if something had hit them or even crushed them, but she wasn't entirely sure. Maybe titans had attacked this area as well. The builds did seem to be crumbling around them and the streets looked no better. It only made her think of the titan attacks. If there were such things in this area, she knew she couldn't let her guard down even though it wasn't like her to do so in the first place. This place seemed just as dangerous as home and if Eren and Armin were here as well, she knew she would need to find them immediately and protect them from harm.

Quietly, she bit down on her lower lip and tried to hide her worry the best she could. Normally the girl didn't show many emotions, but when it came to worry, she wasn't afraid to let it show. She was always very protective over the ones she loved and since she was not with them, she worried more than usual. They were all she had left anyways since he parents had been murdered before Eren saved her. If she ever lost him, she would be lost and give up the fight that he always inspired in her. It would be exactly what she'd do if that was the case now too. If he was dead, then there was no reason to fight any longer. She shook the thought from her head and looked back at Tracer curiously, wondering if she would even be able to get an actual answer from her.

[Roseshine12]

Name;
Tracer
Gender;
Female
Age;
26
Fandom;
Overwatch
Crush;
No one
Tagged;
Mikasa Ackerman
OOC;
{Btw Tracer has a
British accent, which
I'm trying to portray
in my written speech
for her}

Tracer seemed to frown a moment on the question before looking around curiously, placing her hand over her eyes to block out what little light got through the ashy cover of clouds. "Not entireleh, no. But if I had a wager, I'd be puttin' mah moneh on New York Citeh. Although as fo' the time period, I can't say fo' sure," she mused before looking back at the woman with a smile, taking out her weapons which immediately charged up, just showing that she could most assuredly get them through any trouble. "But don't worreh, love! I'm sure we can figure this out, eh?" she grinned before putting them back away yet again in the blink of an eye before she then leaped up, seeming to disappear in a blue flash but she looked down at the woman, hanging off the side of the building from a window. "So then, dear! Shall we go find out a bit more about what happened here or what? You seem like you could hold your own in a fight if needbe, no?" she asked, still grinning from above the woman. "Oh 'n by the way, name's Tracer!" she introduced herself.

Tracer, though confused and wondering where she was, was actually somewhat excited to explore the new world she was in. Being used to the whole dead bodies littered around situation, she was able to ignore it by now. It wasn't like there was anything she could do for them after all. She wasn't here, there was no use blaming herself for something that was no where near her fault or feeling sorry for the obviously long dead people. It served no purpose other than to have her succumb to the same fate. So, she had learned to push past it with optimism and smiles, simply ignoring everything while at the same time paying attention for any survivors. She just smiled down at the woman whom she didn't find all that odd. On her own Earth, while the woman seemed like she was from some steampunk version of it, there were still many oddities abound like robot monks, extremely high IQ gorillas, among other strange things. She wasn't really put off by the woman at all.

[Ploegy]

Mikasa Ackerman
Tags; Tracer - Location; An Alleyway - Mood; Determined

The information was completely overwhelming for Mikasa and it took her a moment to process it all. Never before had she heard of a place called New York which only made her more confused of the situation she was in. Her grip on her blades tightened slightly as Tracer pulled out her own weapons to show her for a brief moment, but once she put them away once again, the young girl's body relaxed and she slipped her hands away from her blades for the time being. In no means did letting go of her blades mean that she wasn't prepared to attack this woman if she still did try to pull a fast one on her. The girl still wasn't entirely sure how she felt about this older woman. To her she seemed too nonchalant in this situation. That worried Mikasa more than anything else. Even if Tracer was friendly, it was something she wasn't used to in the first place. The only nice ones back home were Krista and Armin. Her own best friend wasn't even friendly all the time, but she did owe her life to him for saving her.

"New York? Never heard of such a place," she finally responded. Her dark eyes showed no emotion as she spoke and slowly she began to move forward toward the street up ahead. She wanted out of the alleyway to get a better look at her surroundings and see if her gear would be useful in this unknown terrain. As she began to pass by Tracer, her eyes settled on her for a moment and she knew it would be rude not to introduce herself. "I'm Mikasa Ackerman." Her words were blunt and simple which was all she felt she needed to say when introducing herself. Her mind began to settle on the question the woman had posed about her being able to hold her own in a fight. There was no doubt in her mind that she could take care of herself. Fighting came with ease for her. If it hadn't then there would have been no possible way for her to graduate top of her class back home. "Don't worry about me not being able to hold my own. Back home I was often told I was worth a hundred soldiers alone so I think that means I can fight well enough," she decided to add in.

Maybe it would be impressive to hear that a young girl like herself was as strong as she was, but she figured it wouldn't mean much. From what she could pick up, the two of them had very different styles of fighting. Their weapons were very different which was all she had to go off of, but it was reasonable to conclude such things. It was beside the point though. She just had to stick to what she knew best and go from there. Her gear was the only thing she knew how to use other than knives and she would make sure to make that an advantage for her. Her intelligence and skills would have to be enough to carry her through any dangerous situations that lied ahead for her.

[Greenleaf]

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fandom: Lord of the Rings || feeling: wary, confused || tags: Killua

Legolas watched, a tad apprehensively, as the human atop the building started at the sound of his voice and hesitated. The child appeared to be scrutinizing him and debating with himself whether or not it was safe to come down. Legolas carefully shouldered his bow and replaced his arrow into his quiver, and raised his hands somewhat to show that they were now weaponless, but to little effect; he couldn't help but feel a little foolish and suitably unnerved when the human still refrained from coming down.

Is it possible that he is scheming against me, or perhaps even sending some sort of signal for backup? he thought, suspicion now beginning to creep into mind. He hadn't sensed the presence of other beings nearby just yet, but he had been proven wrong twice already today - it was very possible that he could be proved wrong again, only to deadlier consequences. Despite himself, his fingers twitched back towards his bow, but he forcefully pushed all of his instincts urging him to shoot to the back of his mind. The mere thought of killing a child, even this dubious boy, was simply unspeakable; all the Free Peoples of Middle-earth could attest to that, and only the vilest of beings would even consider the possibility of robbing the life of one so young and innocent. While it was often considered taboo among the elves to kill humans, he wouldn't be afraid to truthfully admit that he had certainly killed wicked men before - and who could blame him? He had been driven by need and all times, it had been necessary. But a child - he would rather be damned to the Pits of Angmar than be forced to kill a stripling, and damned he would be if he ever dared to commit such a crime.

However, it didn't seem that he had any need to condemn himself to the Pits yet, as Legolas was diverted from his dark thoughts at the sight of movement atop the building. The boy was finally descending, leaping down from the building as nimbly as a deer in the wood. He had no time to be surprised at this show of agility before the human marched right in front of him, waving his arms wildly in a way that was extremely off-putting and reminded Legolas disconcertingly of Pippin's mannerisms when the hobbit was telling a particularly exciting story.

He was soon taken aback at this human's exceedingly odd way of speech, as well, for he it seemed to Legolas that he rattled off his words at a hundred leagues per hour, and though he spoke in the Common Tongue, his peculiar wording was unlike any he had heard before - even stranger than the hobbits'. His clothing was foreign and oddly decorated, and the elf could not think of any member within the Company that dressed, spoke, and walked in such a fashion.

At least it was apparent that this child of man did not seem dangerous at all, save for his still-noticeably frigid eyes, but Legolas was so bewildered that his mind processed little else than this young human's unusual attire and even more outlandish words. "'Meteor City'," Legolas repeated, temporarily struck dumb and unable to think of anything else to say. He then shook his head, trying to clear himself off the foggy confusion that clouded his mind. "I know not of what place you speak, but I am certainly not from such a kingdom," he answered more articulately. He was a trifle disappointed that the human knew nothing more of this world than he did, but then again, the chances had been slim in the first place. "I am known as Legolas Greenleaf, an elf-archer of the Woodland Realm - though my home is now better-known as Mirkwood, I suppose," he added, not resisting the tone of bitterness that crept into his tone. "The King Thranduil is my lord and father."

It was only after the words had left his lips did he realize his mistake and curse himself for it. Fool! he scolded himself. What are you doing, giving so much information about yourself to this slip of a man? Though, he did have to admit, albeit grudgingly, that there would most likely be no danger in divulging such knowledge at this point; this human likely knew no more about Mirkwood and Thranduil than he himself did of this 'Meteor City'. Nonetheless, Legolas narrowed his eyes at the boy. "Now I may ask you the same question," he stated sternly. "What is your name, and from whence do you hail? Do you truly know nothing of this place?"

[Wormgod]

Drusilla

Oh, the breeze felt nice on her skin. How long has it been since she felt a breeze? A month? A year? Sunnydale, California was not a breezy place. She had only recently been restored to full health. Before that, she was locked up in that dreary crypt with Miss Edith and Spike. Now Spike was crippled and left underground, being waited on hand and foot by Drusilla. Where was he, anyway? Not here. Not...whatever here was. Here was not the same place. Every breath Drusilla took so she can hum a nice tune--and only to hum a nice tune, for vampires do not need to breathe to live. Breath is only used to speak--tickled her throat with that not-burny-burn that chemicals cause. Just a tickle, though. A slow, painful, tickle, the kind that makes your hair fall out and your skin blister and turn red until it falls off too. Her mind's eye saw many people doing just that. This was what the humans died of. Ugh. Tainted meat.

Something terrible happened here, that's what. Drusilla loved the idea of an apocalypse, but she felt a bit left out. Why wasn't she invited? She could make a glorious apocalypse! Why, just a little while ago she rebuilt the Judge to rid the world of the human contamination--

"You down there."

Words. Spoken words. Behind her. Drusilla's face shifted. Her human guise fell, letting the demon inside reveal itself. Eyes yellow, fangs sprouting, large jutting brow, reminiscent of a tiger, or another large predator. She turned around. A figure fell from the rooftop in front of her. It landed skillfully--this one had done such many times. Of course, Drusilla thought little of that. In her undeath, creatures that could not jump from high places did not "live" long. Or maybe the vampire had no thoughts on the matter because she was insane.

"Perhaps you can enlighten me as to where we are?" The creature asked. Drusilla looked him up and down hungrily. He wasn't much...physically. He reeked of death and of power...minimal power, not as strong as vampires or demons, as no creature is as strong as those in her world. Still...he had power hidden behind that mask. Drusilla giggled.

"Little puppy," She spoke in a Cockney accent, having to force the words out as a growl, as it is hard to speak with the true vampiric face, "lost...all alone. Do you need a mommy? I can be your mommy. I am Miss Edith's mommy, you know."

[VesVes]

Rei Hino / Sailor Mars
mood: suspicious, curious, tense
tagged: Max
fandom: sailor moon

Sailor Mars' reaction was swift. Not a second before she turned, she produced an ofuda scroll in her hand from a spout of flame, and held it between her index and middle finger as she gazed upon the person who had spoken. He looked like a normal guy...but the small robot on his shoulder did not. Her eyes narrowed; while she didn't sense any demonic aura from either, she was definitely suspicious of the robot thing, especially as it floated towards her. She tensed, and the small scroll started to burn. She did not know the capabilities of this thing, nor how dangerous it is. Ami would know...but Ami wasn't here.

At least the robot did not attack her, instead asking her a very odd question. "From this world...?" Mars repeated, the scroll still burning in her hand. "Is this not Earth? I'm from Earth, yes..." At least, in this life. "But last time I checked, the world had not blown up. I fear it may be a new enemy. Do you know anything about this? Are you the enemy?" At this question, the flaming scroll burned brighter, as if in response to the rising tension.

But then a thought struck her. "You're not from this world, are you? Who are you, and where are you from? I am Sailor Mars, Guardian of Flame, Passion, and Battle, and something has happened to the world that needs to be fixed!"

Perhaps there were others from different worlds...?

[Roseshine12]

Name;
Tracer
Gender;
Female
Age;
26
Fandom;
Overwatch
Tagged;
Mikasa Ackerman

Tracer watched the girl curiously. "Neva 'eard of New York?" she asked in some surprise but then a thought struck her. Maybe this Mikasa, as she soon introduced herself as, was also from a different place like herself. For one thing, Tracer certainly didn't remember the war Overwatch participated in looking like this. This was much different than a war but she couldn't put her finger on what had happened here. She really wished she knew what had happened here and what kind of Earth she was on. Maybe then she could help. Oh well. It was pretty cool either way to meet people from other worlds, even if she, herself, was in a different Earth dimension.

She jumped down from her perch, following alongside Mikasa as she let her eyes go wide a bit in astonishment but then she smiled. While it was surprising for a moment that this woman, who didn't seem like much, could be so good, she could most definitely believe it. Some of her own teammates looked the same way; they didn't seem like much but once you fought them, you found out the hard way that they were. "Well, we bes' stick togethah for now. We dunno what made this citeh as it looks but it's possable that it may still be out there," she informed. She looked around as they walked, wondering if anything could give her any information as to what happened but it seemed that this place had not really fallen under attack... it looked moreso like a hurricane or tornado had come here in many spots.

"If onleh Winston were 'ere," she sighed to herself. He would know what to do. Oh well... she would have to make the best of it. "I think we should check the local 'omes for newspapers 'n the like... see if they can tell us wut happened 'ere," she informed, looking at Mikasa.

Name;
Maxwell McGrath
Steel
Gender;
Males
Age;
16 years
344 Mechcycles
(17 years)
Current Mode;
Base, unmasked
Fandom;
Max Steel
Tagged;
Rei Hino (Sailor Mars)

Steel had immediately backed away from the burning scroll, not sure what capabilities it held. Max just smiled, patting his robot friend on the head before letting himself become unmasked as the woman continued with her words. Since this wasn't his world, no one would care to know for his identity anyway. "Relax, Steel... a burning paper can't hurt us," Max mused to his friend before he looked at.... Sailor Mars as she called herself. Steel just huffed. "The last time you said something like that, we got our butts kicked," he murmured before 'blinking' at Sailor Mars' question as to who they are and where they were from.

He floated back over to her cautiously. "I am N-Baro Atksteel X377, known better as Steel. We come from a different Earth, like you do, but certainly not this part of it and last I checked, there wasn't a huge epidemic going around," Steel informed, saluting rigidly. Max just knocked the little robot away playfully. "Hey!" Steel complained at being knocked away. "Stop acting all buff and tough... it's not like she could be from our own world and she's friendly enough," he flicked the robot on his 'head'. "We'll see when she attacks you and I'm not there to save you!" he hmphed, crossing his 'arms'. Max just chuckled before looking back at the woman.

"Anyway, I'm Max. And don't worry about Steel here, he gets huffy easily," he teased his friend, making him look at Max indignantly. "I do not get huffy!" he argued. "Yes, you do.. you're doing it again," he mused. "I do not and am not!" he argued back, once more crossing his 'arms'. Max just grinned at Steel before looking at Sailor Mars. "So, what does that burning paper of your's do anyway?" he asked, pointing to the burning scroll.

[Ploegy]

Mikasa Ackerman
Tags; Tracer - Location; On the Street - Mood; Determined

Mikasa gave a small nod as she exited the alleyway and looked around. From what she could see it would be rather difficult to use her gear around the city, but she was sure that if she needed to escape from trouble she would be able to find a way to use it. It was her only way fight in the first place. Sure she could hold her own in hand-to-hand combat and she was overly intelligent, but this world was much different than her's. This New York City was a place she had never heard of before in her life and she knew if Armin was here, he would be excited to finally see something outside the walls, though it was in vast destruction. After a moment, she looked at Tracer once again, knowing she needed to attempt to be social with the other woman since she was the only one that seemed to be around. Talking wasn't her favorite thing to do, but she would at least try to be social and get to know the only other person she had met. Tracer could be her only chance of getting back home to her friends in the first place.

"Checking the newspapers might not be a bad idea, but I'm not entirely sure if there would be any around here," she said. If there was a newspaper around it would certainly be a miracle, but there was a doubt in her mind that such things would be around in this disaster. Quietly, the girl rose her right hand to the scarf around her neck and began to adjust it. Her fingers ran along the soft fabric and a small frown crossed her lips as the thought of Eren crossed her mind. For now the scarf was all she had of him to keep him strong. Everything would be easier for her if she just knew that he was alright. Once she moved the scarf away from her mouth more, she let it go and pursued her lips as if she was going to talk. For a moment, she hesitated wondering if Tracer would know of titans or if they didn't exist where she was from. "This place looks like it was attacked by titans recently. Reminds me of the last attack back home. Death and destruction everywhere."

Slowly, she began to walk again, keeping her hand holding onto the scarf around her neck. No matter how hard she tried to push the thought of home out of her head, she couldn't do it. This wasn't the world she knew and was strong in. In someways, she doubted that this place would be anything like her place within the walls. Maybe she wouldn't be as strong here as she was there. All these bad thoughts fogged her mind and she quickly bit down on her lip, trying to push them out. She had to be strong no matter what she faced. She needed to get back to her friends at all cost.

[Wormgod]

Bump

[paragon]

fourteen;
Hunter x Hunter;
extremely curious;
tagged: Legolas Greenleaf

Killua nodded emphatically at the man's bemused words. Multiple things were becoming apparent to him as the man continued. First, this man could not have come from Yorknew City, or anywhere nearby, as Meteor City was an ubiquitous rumor. Well, it was treated as a rumor, but the mere mention of the city elicited some recognition from virtually everybody he knew. Inherent in this realization was a slight wariness - deservedly so. There was the possibility the man was a recluse hailing from an isolated village, much like East Gorteau, but the man was too well-mannered, and far too archaic in speech patterns, to fit in somewhere like there.

The mystery only deepened with the diction of the - elf? Killua's eyes widened noticeably. The situation went from strange to utterly alien in a heartbeat. No doubt existed in his mind; wherever they were, it could not have been a known location in his world. Many parts of the world remained uncharted, but not a single mention of elves existed in any non-fictional context. He only had a vague recollection of a brief mention of elves in a fantasy book he had lifted from a store when he was much younger, but the depiction of elves had been noticeably more foreign - gaunt bodies, huge, almond-shaped eyes, and a penchant for war. Also, the 'Woodland Realm'? Mirkwood? That could refer to a number of places, but he had already determined that wherever this elf came from, it surely couldn't be a well-trafficked place to have remained undiscovered for so long.

The most intriguing bit of exposition was the tidbit on the elf's nobility. The man was decidedly professional in the way he schooled his face and posture, but a slight, almost unnoticeable tension in the person's stance expressed regret at what Killua gauged to be a slip-up. An elf was one thing, but an elf prince was a separate enigma. Royalty implied a ruling family, and a ruling family needed subjects to exist in an authoritarian capacity. Wherever he was from, it must have been long established. Almost as an off-handed thought, the name of the dad made him chuckle silently.

"Who am I?" He cocked his head slightly and began to sport a small, sly smirk. Stuffing his left hand in his pocket, he mimicked an elaborate bow, throwing in an extravagant gesture with his right hand to complete the act. "I'm Killua. Killua Zoldyck, heir of the infamous Zoldyck family." That was quite possibly the ultimate test. Even the most backwoods, utterly isolated person knew about the Zoldyck family. There wasn't a soul that hadn't heard at least one of the tales, most of which ranged from somewhat embellished secondhand accounts of their exploits to complete fabrications. "I'm from Kukuroo Mountain, Baka. As for this place..." he frowned, craning his neck around and glancing at the distasteful ambiance, "I don't know where we are, but everything is in English for some odd reason." He crouched down and picked up what looked like a cell phone, but grimaced at the encrusted blood on it. He crushed it in his palm until it looked to be a jumble of shattered glass and electronic parts, then with a flick of his wrist tossed it far off, over the buildings across the street and out of sight. "I'd like to find out though, Legolas."