Jacob heard the solider's rant while cleaning his glass. The high school girl sure seemed surprised, but he was unphased. "Cry me a river, pal." That came out louder than he wanted it to. But of course he heard drama all day. It came with the job. At this point it was all just whining to him.

Reyson turned slowly to Lawrence. He said in a soft, cold tone, "Did I ask your opinion?"

Lawrence turned his head towards the man and gave him a dead-cold stare. "Do you want a bullet in your head?"

"Do you value your throat?" Reyson said.

Stephano yelled "Do you all want a round of whiskey! On me!"

Lawrence looked at Reyson before collapsing his head on the table again. "Make it a vodka, Pierto."

Saburo laughed. "That's our Lawrence for you! And by the way, we already destroyed your laser, so there."

"It's not destroyed," Akira reminded him.

"Shut up, you loony," Saburo said, glaring at Akira.

Akira sighed and glanced to his side. Nearby was Shiori, drinking a beverage that looked suspiciously like alcohol...

"Ne, Shi-chan," Akira said, moving next to her, "How do you think the RPs are going? Personally, I'd have to say that ours is the best, right?"

Shiori shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "Yeah, ours is pretty awesome. Just wish deHughes wasn't so busy all the time."

"Hey," Jacob interjected, "keep fourth wall breaking and GM complaints to a minimum."

Shiori turned to the two in the corner, who were now in an all-out slap war. She couldn't help but laugh. "I wonder what those guys do." She turned back to Akira. "By the way, who was that you came in with?"

"Hurrah!"

"... What just happened?" The 22-year old paladin asked, taking off her helmet as she examined her surroundings. Alexis Lockswell had been trained from the moment she could walk to expect the unpredictable. Still, even this was rather strange for her. She was still carrying her sword and shield, and she had all of her armor on. Nothing had changed about her, but now she was in an entirely different place. Wherever she was, it wasn't anywhere in Darath. She took a deep breath... she needed to analyze her surroundings. In the worst case scenario, a mage had somehow transported her here for some purpose. She was in some kind of endless field. It didn't seem to end... there was plenty of plant life, but she still felt as though the place she was in was rather dead. At that moment, she heard a strange noise that stopped instantly. She quickly drew her sword, and turned around. She was greeted by two new guests, one of whom looked like he had fallen down and was being helped by the other.

"Thanks Isao. Wait... this is odd. What were we just doing...? I feel like I was just fighting for my life, but wasn't I also in a trial of some kind? But the trial happened earlier... that's odd." Christoph Alfons said. His black hair covered obscured his eyes somewhat, and he was wearing all-black. He was aged 19. He hastily put his glasses back on. One could mistake him for a 'goth' if it weren't for the nervous expression he always wore. The one who helped him was very short, but he wore a dark-purple top hat that was almost comical in its size. Black hair similar to Christoph's showed. He wore a school uniform, and also wore glasses. He had a thoughtful expression, as though he seemed to be analyzing the situation.

"My, my... uncle, I can't find out where we are exactly. This is rather odd... I wasn't around you, last I recall. This is another mystery that must be investigated." Isao Alfons said, taking off his top hat and bowing out of habit. The 15-year old student turned towards Alexis. Seeing the puzzled expression on her face however, he knew that he wouldn't get many answers. He was about to ask a question anyway when something else happened. Once again, the strange noise sounded, but this time Alexis saw exactly what happened. A strange azure barrier appeared... more than one actually. Three other people emerged from it.

"... This isn't Altea, and this isn't Crossover Central. Am I lost again? I certainly hope not... there has to be a way to find the others again." Marth said, looking at his surroundings. The blue-haired prince seemed to be thinking deeply, as though he knew the others wouldn't be able to answer his questions. He had been in a similar situation, so he knew getting answers wouldn't be so easy.

"This is First Lieutenant Karina Clover, respond immediately." The red-haired woman named Karina said, taking out a radio she had. It didn't seem as though she was in America anymore... at the very least, she was far from home. She needed to get back immediately... there was a war going on after all. She waited for a moment, then shook her head. "No reception."

"Well, this all makes complete sense. Did I fall asleep? That's probably it. Oh well, life is insane anyway. Might as well make the most out of it." Marian Anderson said, yawning as she brushed aside the black hair obscuring her eyes. She wasn't in the mansion anymore... that was a good thing, but it didn't seem as though there were any pianos around, so she would be rather bored now.

All six people who were now in the area waited, occasionally whispering to each other. Christoph and Isao were the only ones who knew each other. There was an awkward silence after a long while. Eventually, the noise sounded again. No one expected it this time, though Alexis did get a quick glimpse of the azure-aura.

"... This is odd. I'm in another area once again... is everyone fine? I sincerely hope this isn't a trap of some kind... I wouldn't be surprised though." Trinity said, brushing off some dust from his coat. He reached into his pocket and put on a spare pair of glasses. It seemed as though he was still trapped, but now he was elsewhere.

"I believe that this is a dream of some kind... though I can't say I can make any sense of it. I was in the middle of an investigation though... how could I possibly have fallen asleep? I hope the others are alright." Kokoro Ito said, stepping out of the portal. Like many others before her, she adjusted her glasses as well. The entire situation was incredibly strange to her. She observed the others closely, trying to find out more about them, though she doubted it would be effective.

"I need to resume my orders..." Grey said. The silver-haired artificial humanoid did not display any emotion, and it did not start now. It observed the others, trying to determine if they were threats. Once it found out that no one was an enemy, it closed its eyes and did nothing.

"Wait... I'm finally free? Finally, those cuffs were annoying... still, I'm kind of peeved now. I was about to do something important. Oh well, one of you will make a decent substitute. See you in Hell!" Kenneth Roymond said, now free from his handcuffs. Strangely enough, the 19-year-old's hair was now more of an orange shade, and he was wearing black clothes instead. Still, his bloodlust couldn't be mistaken. He instantly took out two twin daggers from his pockets and charged at Alexis in a wild frenzy.

"If you believe that will injure me, you are mistaken. You have the option to surrender or be forcefully arrested." Alexis said, blocking the daggers with her shield. Kenneth chuckled. He was still bleeding and had his various injuries on him, but now they didn't seem to bother him as much. "Oh, come on paladin. You've got to kill a few people to make an omelette. Or something like that. Whether I live or die, this will be fun."

The battle would have continued, but something strange happened. One more person appeared, but it wasn't an azure barrier that brought him to the others. Instead, a dark-red haired dark-mage arrived on his own. Wearing his usual dark-purple robes, he went to the others. What was strange was how he got there. From a far distance in the sky, he seemingly floated to the others by using a purple umbrella. He had apparently gone a long distance using it. The others had mixed reactions to this, but mostly they found it strange. The dark mage bowed to the others, then spoke.

"Greetings everyone. I should tell all of you that nothing here is canon, but that's just my opinion. We'll be transported elsewhere in a while. Don't worry though, this place isn't dangerous. I'm glad all of you are well. I made sure to read everyone's posts. I'm not sure if I should say that, but I think it's fine." Ewyn said, allowing himself to smile a very small smile. The 15-year old(nearing 16 years of age) was certainly eccentric. The others were confused by what he just said, but no one protested. He seemed incredibly frail, but he was also an extremely powerful dark mage.

"As for how I found out all that... I read the first post of this thread. I think we're teleporting now." Ewyn said. At that moment, all of the gathered people felt strange. In the blink of an eye, all of them were now in a bar of some kind, seated in a long dinner table.

"Oh, him?" Akira pointed to the drunken Saburo, who was now pulling on Lawrence's hair. "He's from the Final Warfare RP, representing Japan. He's supposed to be the me of that game, but he's nowhere near my level."

He sighed. "Well, it can't be helped. When you've got a guy like him making every single RP character an insane--"

Akira suddenly jolted upright and began to smile widely, "I mean, he's such a great writer! I feel so honored to be his creation!"

After a moment he collapsed onto the bar. "...Man I hate that guy."

Eventually, Trama has all she could take and punched Desmond square in the face. In pain, he began to stumble over to another location. Trama sighed in relief as she was now in peace. She took out another popsicle and took in the flavor.

Eventually Desmond came over his disorientation. Luckily the sense of danger wasn't big enough to bring...him out. It was then he noticed he was next to some high school girl with glasses. Seeing as though his first seduction theft failed, he ought to try again. "Hey! My name is Desmond Killton!" he said.

Saburo looked up in time to see another familiar face.

"Ah, Lieutenant, good to see you!" Saburo said, waving at her. "Come have a drink with us! Don't worry, this is non-canon, so we're all friends, right, Matroshyka?"

Akira waved to Kokoro. "Hello, Ito-san, nice to see you,"

The young Atlantis, meanwhile, walked up to the young mage from Endless Time.

"Excuse me," He said, tugging on his robe, "Could I ask a few questions?"