[Shockingly enough, Shinon is not in a dungeon or field for once! Rather, she's sitting for a break in the Warp Gate room in Mac Anu, her beloved Hécate II propped up beside her. She's also... incredibly zoned out. To the point where she probably won't notice other characters unless they actually come up to her and call out to get her attention. By the looks of it, she's fairly worn out despite it only being the afternoon.
The people most close to her (particularly guildmates) are free to note that not only has she not been around the @Home much lately, but she also seems to have lost a level somehow.
Somebody's been pushing herself a tad too much as of late...]
[First, he takes an admittedly strong and perfectly formed roundhouse to the head. Like that wasn't bad enough. Then, the next thing he knows, he's in this completely unfamiliar place that looked a lot more friendly than Japan (or what was left of it), with new clothes and the only things linking him from his current state of mind and the memories he wished he remembered, gone.
If that wasn't enough to piss him off, it would be a godsend.
Of course, he was pissed. And it shows as he wanders around the place, completely confused despite getting some idea of what was going on. Didn't change how confused he was, or the fact that two plus two equaled seventeen right now. Yeah, he's a little slow on the uptake sometimes. But he's an honest guy. Especially when he vents his frustrations in the middle of public like it was nobody's business.
Like right now. At the top of his lungs.] Ugh... What a giant load of crap!
[What's white and gold with feathers all over? This guy, groggily wandering about Mac Anu like he's just woken up from a very, very long sleep. ...Or maybe not very long, considering this is the kid who'd set a personal record for sleeping three years straight.
Not on purpose, of course
Pit stumbles into a group of NPCs as he wobbles along, rousing some complaint and concern-- 'Is he alright?' 'Watch where you're going, clumsy!'
He doesn't seem to mind, or even notice, mumbling to himself as he checks over his Relic.]
Ooogh... I just had the biggest... longest... weirdest dream. Feels like I've been out for ages.
...'Least I'm not... [yaaaawn] A ring... this... mumble grumble ...
[Roberto will tell you what he does not remember doing: changing clothes, going into a Gateway to another world, somehow obtaining new clothes and a weapon? And the device in one hand blinking a cheerful touch me up at him is not helping improve his mood any.
He’s tried circling around the Chaos Gate for some time now, staring at it, thinking that it somewhat resembles a Gateway but. He’s already tried walking closer, into it, and nothing’s happened. Does he have to find a Wanderer in this world or something? (It does not even occur to him to use the relic, of course. He is suspicious.) His eyebrows are furrowed with deep displeasure and there’s a scowl fixed on his face.
He shoves the relic in a pocket and goes about exiting the building wherein the Chaos Gate is contained. He stares at the city and the landscape before him, frowns some more, and heads toward the bridge. Either way, whether it be just outside the building, the bridge, or in the square of Mac Anu itself, you may find yourself victim to a jarring]
Hey, you! [because what are manners when you have questions.]
[in the room where the Chaos Gate is situated crouches a young, blue Twin Blade. He's far enough to one side to be out of the way, but not enough to be easily ignored. See, Sonic liked to be at the center of attention, it feeds that ego of his and well... He just liked to be social whenever fancy struck him.
What he didn't like was the idea of not being able to defend himself.
The fact that he was still a low level Twin Blade certainly did not help with the whole 'independent' thing. Which has led him to the boy crouching by himself moaning about the indignity of it all]
AAAAAAAUGH! I'm not made for RPGs! I can't do this level thing, got knocked out by a goblin. A MOOK! How does that even happen?? I've taken down giant death robots, angry water Gods, gigantic lasers, more killer robots and even more angry Gods and what happens?
[he throws his hands up in the air in exasperation. A few NPCs take this as a cue to exit the stage] A stupid Goblin knocks me out for an hour!
Then Sonic just covers his face with his hands with a whine, ears folded against his head in embarrassment. In a small, muffled voice;]
I'm sorry, I promise to never do this RPG thing again now can I please go back to being able to beat things up just by jumping on them?
The center of the Mac Anu square was now occupied by an obnoxiously loud young man, one who appeared to be an Adept Rogue but still had an appearance that'd make you think of a typical high school delinquent thanks to that pretty cool pompadour he was sporting. Most of the passing by npcs and players seemed to avoid him due to the fact he had been shouting in awe at how amazing everything looked-- it was like being in a game!
But after a few initial minutes passed of him being awestruck and also discovering his clothes were completely different, Gentaro found the beeping Relic that was on his person. "Eh-- What's this?" He moved it around in his hands, trying to...well, figure out what exactly the thing was. A phone? "Looks like something Kengo'd make!"
A few more minutes pass as he stared at the Relic.
Then...well, a few more.
Gentaro had no idea what the thing was or how to use it. This was clearly a good start.
[What's up, Mac Anu? Ever wonder what a keyblade weilder looks like when they're lost? Well congrats, because for anyone who happens to be in the Twon Sqaure on this lovely day of never ending sun set, they'll find out.
This one just so happen to have silver hair and a line face etched so deeply into his features it's safe to assume it may never be removed. He cups his hands every once in a while, calling out a name, before waiting, as if the call will actually be returned.
But he's used to get separated and having to do everything on his own, so he's not entirely worried. Except for the fact that it means Sora is running around on his own with no one to stop him from causing complete and total havoc.]
This is payback for making you look for me, isn't it?
[It totally is. He's sure of it.]