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[humongousbastard]

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     When Hearts Boxcars woke up at the edge of a big hole, he found multiple things strange. For one, there were no galloping, bouncing, whinnying ponies harassing him (this was a welcome change). Secondly, his entire body felt all out of whack. Third, he had no fucking idea where he was. And fourth, he was no longer thinking in second person.

     Now that he’s been fucking hassled into a car and brought to an apartment that is apparently his (with two apparent roommates), these thoughts have coalesced into the singular goal of figuring out what the fresh goddamn hell is going on in this joint. Everything’s heavy as shit, his jaw is stiff as hell, and he has to look at the fucking sun to check which way is which. He never has to look at the fucking sun. It hurts his eyes. Fucking god damn it. He can’t even deploy his WRATHTUB. All he has is this fucking wooden axe.

     This calls for further examination. 

     He starts by pulling up manhole covers and checking what the hell they’re made of. They look normal, made of cast iron, but god damn were they heavier. How the hell. Some kinda internal core made of dense as shit somethin or other.

     In the present moment, Hearts Boxcars can be found trying to break a manhole cover in half and utterly failing. He’s cursing very loudly.

[avatarofpride]

Albeit being much more familiarized with Spirale than a couple of days prior, Lucifer still felt surrounded with questions. Being a demon - and not any demon, but Lucifer, counselor and right hand to the Prince of all Demons, Diavolo - he had the privilege to know a lot about all three realms he had known.  ... But this was different.  Although he couldn’t help but worry about Diavolo or his brothers, and even though he hated the fact that his powers were limited, he felt a rush of adrenaline while investigating. It was something new, for a change. 

That is, until he found himself at a place he wasn’t supposed to be based on his prior evaluations.

“Excuse me,” Lucifer was used to knowing everything there was to know about Devildom, and being on this questioning position did not suit him. “Would you be so kind as to inform me where exactly are we?”

[prototypetstrain]

Normally, Wesker would be furious over any setback to his grand plans. At first, he was. However, he's slowly fascinated by this place. Strange creatures roaming freely, each from different worlds?

He could only draw one logical conclusion. Someone was playing God. He could almost respect that.

He decided to approach one of the many inhabitants, the scientist in him tantalized by the thought of encountering something no one else in his world has.

[rainonglass]

open starter

     A fine mist seems to cover Quirrel’s memory of his arrival, despite its occurrence only hours ago.

     He recalls an incredible heaviness, a discomfort in his shell, a bright light that sent a throbbing through his head. The sounds, the smells, he can hardly remember, only that they were offensive to the senses. At some point, he must have been moved, as he couldn’t very well do it himself.

     Now, he sits by the street, his back to the house he’s been given a key to. Watching the foreign scenery, unlike anything he’s seen before.

     It’s all new, but he feels no excitement in its presence, nor any sense of adventure. A persistent exhaustion has haunted him ever since regaining his memories (though many remain a mystery), and he feels it more strongly than ever. He is simply too old and tired to explore this place.

     Perhaps he could simply stay seated here, just allow the mysteries of this place to pass by, showing themselves briefly so that he can give them a fleeting thought. That would be peaceful.

     Meanwhile, sitting next to him, there is... well, it was with him when he arrived, though he cannot remember obtaining it. It’s a flimsy replica of Madam’s mask, made from what he supposes is a sort of white leaf. He does not enjoy having it. It feels like a cruel joke, to be given a pale imitation of her gift and sent out on another journey.

     What a sad afterlife this is.

[kitten-edgelord]

A few days had passed since he arrived at that bizarre location. After being taken to his place, he sulked and spent his time thinking and sleeping without really feeling like leaving. But... After a while some needs, for fresh air and more food, make their points. He had to survive that place after all, so he finally took a nice and long shower and left. 

He gained the streets and focused on paying attention to the people, the city, how they talked and acted... Nothing felt natural for the misplaced demon, but at least he was trying to pretend. He missed his brothers dearly and he felt lonely. A long and deep sigh could be heard by those who were close enough, and by shoving his hands deep inside his pockets, he sat down on a bench a few blocks away from “home”. 

He scrolled down his cellphone and regretted he couldn’t contact any of his six brothers, the feeling of anger and loneliness growing inside his chest. After clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes he put the phone away again and raised his head to the sky. That longing inside his chest could only get worse and he closed his eyes trying to control that feeling for now.