middaeg | Intro Overflow: May

I agree... I have a lot to fill you in on.

[Not all of it good.]

Should we go?

[Archer is using his analytical skills to sort all the information he can find. He noticed the curious similarity almost immediately, but one coincidence could be an accident. When coincidencies follow, though, things get way too complicated.]

I don't know the answers, merely suspect what it may be. Without the definite answer from someone who knows the runes or the language it's a hypothesis. [Caster gets a head tilt and hint of expression that could be a smile and not a smirk. It doesn't last, though.] I suppose the language is similar to those you know?

[After all, Cú Chulainn travelled far and wide, studied under a Scottish witch, has learned at least a few languages along the way.]

[Continued]

Jello things? Did they have a lot of eye balls or drain magic?

[The raising hand thing is a bit cute... but that's not important right now.]

[ The first part of that is reassuring. The second part? A bit less so. ]

You chocobo eats pumpkins?

[ Pumpkin whimpers softly, apparently feeling betrayed by this information. ]

It is. Temporary in the hopes that we won't be here very long.

[ But...also temporary if they are going to be there for some time. She doesn't want to entertain that possibility now, though. They have only just arrived. ]

No, I imagine it isn't...

[ "Greg", then? She gives a small wave, albeit a little awkwardly. ]

Hello there, Greg.

[ Which is distracting enough that she hadn't realized there's another strange animal going for her earrings. Allura pulls back immediately. ]

Excuse you!

[. . . So weird.]

[Giorno finds himself perplexed. This shouldn't be endearing, but it kind of is? Never mind the relief he feels at not having to deal with mystery vomit — but the guy is so happy to have been able to drink a beverage that it's really difficult not to be happy with him.]

[After a moment of internal wrestling, Mary receives . . . a thumbs up.]

That's good. [It is, isn't it? That seems like a good thing.] I'm not sure why you were so worried, but . . . good. Did it taste good?

[This conversation is very weird. At least he has a crepe now. He takes a hefty bite out of it. Homf.]

[They're feeling equally haughty, it seems, and Giorno's instinct to be petty heightens when Rohan doesn't just answer his damn question. He doesn't like the way he's being looked at, either, although that's a little easier to bear simply because he has experience being looked at funny. Still a bold choice coming from someone with a spiky headband!!]

I'm watching the people.

[That's his slightly unclear explanation of what he's been doing instead of participating — because Rohan's right, he hasn't been doing much of that at all. He's trying to get a feel for how things work here before he puts himself forward into what could very well be danger, which means people-watching. Trying to figure out what is a big enough social faux pas that it might get him punched or thrown in jail.]

Why didn't you answer? Do you not have a reason for being here, then?

[ Allura begins to nod in agreement--it was tough, but they made it out. Barely. Her thoughts on how it ended...she'll keep those to herself. Her feelings a very mixed where Lotor's fate resides.

But then he says if.

Allura frowns, leaning in slightly. ]

...More of them?

[ Another Sincline? They already destroyed the castle...they can't possibly repair reality like that again. ]

There was only one, Keith. I know--...I helped build it.

It's starting to sound like that's a real possibility, isn't it?

[ Which would be amusing if it wasn't something that could go pointedly wrong. ]

Gaia? I'm afraid I haven't heard of that world before. What galaxy or sector is it in?

[Air is sucked swiftly back into his chest at those words.] What—

[—to get what he wants? And exactly what was that? Is that he would say, what he means to say as his expression eases into something like disbelief.

What did Amadeus gain from such a miserable end? To say such things without a hint of remorse—! A quick, painless death? Delaying what was indisputably inevitable? Salvation from the task he had painstakingly taken upon himself to see through?

—to see Salieri suffer?

The grip on his wrist goes slack, digit by digit he feels himself slipping away— ready to release him finally. If that was his answer, his true answer—] ...

That... it's not enough.

[He nearly mutters this under his breath, until he looks up again— and promptly pulls his hand away.] If you think I would be satisfied with such an answer then prepare yourself for something very unfortunate. Such a weak measure will not reach even my ears.

[There's contempt in those red eyes, yes— righteous anger reflecting like sparks from the glow of the fire too far off to see.] Let me rephrase.

[A quiet breath.] ... Did you mean it, Amadeus?

[ chuus ur one brain cell, its ok im only just noticing mobile fucked up my tag like it always does so we share one brain cell honestly

Ritsu frowns - that's playing so dirty, so mean... But he wasn't planning on playing fair himself anyway, so he guesses that's fine. One sip, one sigh. ]

Never have I ever been shut down by Anzu. We're pretty close, y'know...♪ She even lets me suck her finger.

[ ...............for blood, but when in the history of ever has ritsu Not put something inappropriately. ]

Wow, polite; he gives a short nod of his head in return, sizing her up to match her name to her face. Yako Katsuragi... What a nice, familiarly Japanese name, considering their hosts' names are so painfully foreign to him.

"Ritsu." ...That's all, his last name isn't that important; he smiles a little crookedly, giving a small wave of his hand. "Nice to meet you too... Yako-chan."

Which will, probably eventually, turn into Yacchan if he decides he likes her enough, but anyway-

"Y'wanna go hit the town? It's night, so I'm actually pretty energetic..." Even with the concert situation; he's sort of tired from that, but overall, he's pretty okay. Ritsu supposes it probably comes with the adrenaline of being somewhere new, whether that adrenaline is born from excitement or a keen awareness he's sure some would call a spike of anxiety. "Mmm, or we could snoop around here... Either way we might find more out about our situation or something, huh?"

Yes, much like a disease... but at the same time, not many other diseases could stand the power of the Blood. It healed almost everything else.

[As for the Witches, well, It's Complicated.] I suppose, yes, though they were far different than the ones here.

To fight back against a spreading corruption? Maybe our worlds aren't so different. [Maybe now he won't criticize her fashion choice.]

The familiar way he addresses her doesn't seem to bother her, though the omission of a surname does present her with the mild conundrum of what to call him in turn. She's not the type to start an acquaintanceship right off with a '-kun', after all. The invitation, though, leaves those worries pretty moot.

"I'd love to," she says, honestly. She has the feeling they'll have more than enough time to get used to the Coven, and she can't say she's not curious about what kinds of people live in this world, so it's out the door and into the town.

The answer to that question, as it turns out, is 'a variety.' It's on the side of the Western Bonfire they'll somehow end up finding themselves, with an assortment of food and games on offer from less human-looking residents. Not that it seems to bother Yako. Even in a relatively short time, she manages to munch through a surprising amount of things, whether or not Ritsu does the same, but inevitably her attention is going to turn to some of the other attractions -- like the fortune-telling and the bonfires, both of which have monsters beckoning them to come closer, go on, try your luck. There's a touch of mocking to the way they ask, though, with how obviously the pair of them stand out amongst present company.

[ Caster looks into a swirl of the drink at the bottom of his pint glass. But it's not what he is captivated by. The voices around them- conversations, yells, songs. They all understand each other, they all were granted the ability to speak the same tongue as the natives. That on itself isn't surprising for him, that kind of magic they are used to - Grail always takes care that summoned spirits are updated with enough of the knowledge to fit the times they appear in. It's melody, it's accent-

The guy here knows his name anyway so he can admit it easily. ]

It is. [ That's it, that's the confirmation as he chugs down the rest of the drink and turns around to head and look for more. Or maybe for food ] I like the melody it got to it, even your voice carries it well.

[ Either a compliment or a jab. Or both at once. But they are on the festival and it's gotten so serious again- ]

Forget your worries until morning, pass between the fires- and if you can take a candle with flame taken from here. You might be surprised what awaits you if you do.

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[The roll he's supposed to fill? Why does that absolutely fail to fill him with confidence in this man's abilities? No, that's not fair. What he likely means is that he's a far cry from the usual druid; Diarmuid's own personal image of one, after all, is much older, greyer and filled with the deep secrets and wisdoms of old. Certainly not a bright young man with a sidhe-like rakishness to him.

He can't help but laugh anyway.]

Ha! I'll consider myself lucky to have escaped it, then.

[Right. Beer. Diarmuid glances back over the crowds, searching for the stand he bought his last drink from. It wasn't bad, actually, with a weaker but sweeter taste than he's used to, and he wouldn't turn down another round, particularly now he has company to share it with. Caster might be a virtual stranger- he's choosing to ignore that sense of déjà vu for now- but his presence is a welcome reprieve from the uncertainty of their arrival.

New acquaintance in tow, he makes his way over to the stand. They don't have to wait long to be served- in fact, Diarmuid doesn't even reach the front of the queue before he's informed by the, now chuckling, bartender that someone's already decided to buy a drink for him.

welp

at least he has the dignity to look embarrassed about it???]

... what will you have, Caster?

[Hiccup presses his fist to his mouth briefly, thoughtful, glancing back and forth at the people around them.] It just seems like- I don't know, like maybe we shouldn't make snap judgements on anyone here until we know more about this place. [He doesn't want his thoughts to fall into any kind of narrative when he's still so new to the place; maybe the more monstrous here are the victims, maybe it's a mutual dislike on both sides.]

With the Cwyld and everything, life here- it's probably hard. For everyone. That kind of infection, the things I saw in that dream, that's... terrifying, and terror- terror breeds distrust.

[ that’s— odd, but something to know. everyone’s been coming through mirrors, but what if you die? was this the so called end? he continues eating and hopes she does. ]

We’ll get you to The Coven once you’re finished, [ beat ] Kaede.

This place has something bigger about it.

[ The rude part of your meta-text isn't necessarily wrong. Not that his abilities with spells are lacking, but he simply isn't fond of using them that much. If given a chance he will absolutely do the stupid thing and fight melee. ]

Look at you, how popular you are~ Everyone is impressed with your radiance! [ Caster is teasing here as he leans on the counter and requests a large pint for darkest of ales- He looks around catching few glances that shy away when he meets them. Aha, possible culprits, owners of hearts that fluttered for Lancer. He adds snacks for two (Bring us the best ones you have!) to his request- maybe it's not full payback as it is not a trinket, but still. It's something.

With both food and drink being taken care of he turns to Lancer with a grin ]

Show us some more feats and you will never run out of food and drinks. [ He nods in the direction of a girl he considered the most suspicious and she does duck and disappears behind taller person right next to her. But she's not running away, more like hiding coyly ] She's hoping for you to invite her.

[ That he says with lowered voice, should Lancer want to pretend he didn't notice her. ]

—Oh.

[ don’t offend him

but at least he looks willing? consider this a take two, when the watch is put on incoming call, and looking between the two colors to distinguish them— he carefully goes for the green, making sure his poke at it is a hard one. he just never knows how much is enough when it’s just a simple flat surface. ] ]

[ blink ]

These are jokes, where you’re from?

( here )

[ eren can’t help but to make a face— as if. disappointed? he’s disappointed. ]

That’s no different from the planes back home.

[ interesting! the idea needs some adjusting, he always flies over the concept of spirituality and forgets that it might actually be a thing. he has so many questions? and he isn’t sure if they’ve been answered, somehow.

eren is a curious thing, though. ]

You can start now. [ he’d lead them over to a booth that’s been serving something akin to a crepe. it looked good enough, the smell creating a line of people in front of it’s making. salty crepes, with cheese, meats in the middle. ] What keeps Seraphim alive, then? Nature and prayer?

That was when I thought it was something serious.

Intro Overflow: May

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did a slight timeskip to get them to the town proper! let me know if this is ok

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