The Times They Are a-Changin' (On Hiatus (Indefinite?))

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The Game is Afoot! Below are all the Sheets, in the next post is all posting information and rules in addition to anything else that is needed.
Cave Dwelling Meta-Human Shaman

Ultraman950:

Soldier of a Future

Ryans Solution:

The Holy Crusader

ruedyn:

Indian Chief/Mystic

Viking Incognito:

Magi of Zoroaster

SamtheDeathclaw:

Steam Punk Courier Automaton

PlastikBulb:

Soviet Cosmonaut

maninahat:

Young Magician/Wizard/Sorcerers/Etc. and Dragon

MortifiedPenguin:

Terratina.:

Reserved for Future Content
Welcome one and all, we shall begin are long and tantalizing tumbling time tale 'till the Terminus. Below are all the posting rules, and stuff that seem if to be added in any event.
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When Posting please but your name and location in bold, this is to keep track of were you are at the moment so as to not add a great deal of confusion. In example
Alan Wake, Creepy Dark Forest at Night, Modern Times Something more specific may be like...
George Romero, at West-field Mall California, Modern Zombie Apocalypse and so on and so forth, if your character does not know, or it is not stated where they are then...
Finn&Jake, Unknown, Unknown.

If posting in other languages, do it in () and Bolded stating the spoken language first I.E "(German-I am a Jelly Doughnut)"

Combat
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I.E Alex dives forward and stabs his enemy repetitively to death, this is incorrect, the correct way is... Alex dives towards the enemy, hoping to stab him ferociously with his knife repetitively, for a chain of actions it can be like... James attempts to dodge the scythe, hoping to duck under and counter-attack with an upper cut.
More to Be Added as Time Ticks.
There is no strict goal, you can do as you like, live as you like, kill as you like, quest as you like, give as you like, love as you like, and etc.

Reserved for Past Content
This is for a Summary of Acts and Etc.
Act 1-Time Twisted Tumble

Act 1(Sorry for the Delay, but I'm doing posting in sets of three, will update when I get chance)

Ultraman950:
Michi, Hawk Hill California at Night, Modern(?) Times

A flash of light illuminated the night sky, few noticed it, to drunk and excited in revelry of victory and All Hallows Eve.
On a small piece of land sticking out in to the calm ocean, wide enough and solid enough that mayhaps a picnic for a small family would fit. For now under the night sky Michi landed with a thud, knees bent and arms splayed, nausea and vertigo briefly wracked her body.
Only one other person was there to get a view from that mini-peninsula, a gleaming bridge of orange hue, a city massive and twinkling in the night. All outlines against the black sky, with a light overcast letting in stat/moon light.

A gabbling and excited sounding figure was approaching nearby, if Michi bothered to look she would see a man about 5'9" tall, wearing black boots and gloves of rubber. With jeans and a Pea Coat, the figure was bald, but appeared to be wearing night vision goggles obscuring much of his face. Only time would tell for what would happen to these two tonight.

Ryans Solution:
Dune, Hanging off the Edge of a Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

A fully loaded soldier of RUST at the best of times is a bit hefty, currently hanging by one hand from the Golden Gate bridge, and most likely wishing he was lighter/stronger was Dune. Whether he recognized the structure or not was irrelevant if he fell deep in to depths of the ocean.

By the feel of things a small hand or something of the like was trying to pull him up by the wrist, as his armor failed to connect to any link, only getting fragments and irregularities.

ruedyn:
Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times

Through one door and to another, Wigbert was met with applause, and a booming voice he could not understand. His feet felt wood and torches were lit around him, in front of him were the edges to a stage and a crowd, dressed in finery and armor, but it seemed wrong or out of place.
Some looked from his home and allies, others differing in so many ways from flowing cloaks and dresses, to pieces of armor that looked to protect no one. The audience before him were applauding, that much was clear.
Faintly a voice differing in accent and hard to hear, but clear enough to understand despite the din... "(From my Dreams!)"

Viking Incognito:
Taza, On the Roof of the California Academy of Science at Night, Modern(?) Times

(http://www.calacademy.org/academy/exhibits/floor_plan/)

Landing on soft grass and feeling the chill of the night, before Taza was Golden Gate Park, stretching before him. In the distant massive structures and towers of metal and glass illuminated it all, not a soul in sight though the noise of city life echoed.

Of all the things, a burrowing owl scratched just below his feet, staring at him with yellow eyes, it was bobbing its head in excitement, or maybe distress. Odd as it was to be active in the night, stranger was the fact that it was chuckling.

SamtheDeathclaw:
Saoshyn, Hanging upside down in a tree in New York at Night, Modern(?) Times

Hanging upside down in a tree is by no means pleasant, worse is when the tree is well over 5 stories off the ground. Vines, large leaves, and massive amounts of foliage obscured the ground, and the same vines were tangled around Saoshyn's waste.

Any loose objects had fallen to the assumed ground, and the rustling of leaves and vibration of wood spoke of something big coming.

PlastikBulb:
Leigh, On top of the Empire State Building, Night. Modern(?) Times

Bracing winds to match the high seas, a height that spoke to the heavens, and the fact that she was in a spot that only workers, King Kong, and now herself had been. A surprisingly clear sky gave a view of the surrounding city, massive structures practically a playground for the automaton, and oddly enough a rapidly spreading Jungle of Jurassic proportions.

Asides from entering the building, climbing down, or jumping to a nearby structure, she could also take her chances with simply falling downward.

maninahat:
Alexei, Stuck In a Tin Can, Modern(?) Times

Feeling his capsule shake and shudder, Alexei could taste blood in his mouth. The door to leave was slightly crumpled and in general small cracks let in enough light to see wiring and a faint amount of light.

All his equipment was present, and judging by the door, he could easily kick or pry it open perhaps. What he chose to do next was up to him, escape, wait, or simply come up with a better idea.

Terratina.:
Pryderi, Tower of London at Night, Modern(?) Times

In the middle of a grassy courtyard with a few trees, Pryderi was in the middle of it. With great gobs of bird shite, and beady eyes of rather large ravens (Foot Ball Sized). He was open and exposed, in a rather large enclosure surrounded by high stone walls. The air held interesting and foul smells, brightly lit areas with lamps that no fire could hope to match, and the occasional guard, barely paying attention as he patrolled.

MortifiedPenguin:
Aeronwen, In a Mall At Night, Modern(?) Times

Crowds of people moved all around Aeronwen, people dressed strangely, or like monsters of some sort, others exposed so much that it could be called shameful if anyone cared beyond an amorous pursuit.
Brightly lit and generally what one would expect of a mall, Aerowen was on the second floor over looking an open glass wall towards massive buildings and a star lit sky.

No one was paying her any real attention, as the noise of an active and happy Halloween rolled around her.

Dune, Hanging off the Edge of a Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

Dune was confused, the jungle had dissapeared and he was somewhere, there was a railing, a good drop, and the ocean.
The network was down, not a good sign.

He felt something tugging at his wrist, it felt like a hand but he couldn't be sure.
So he reactivated his visor's lowlight module and said "Is someone there?" hoping whatever it was, was human.
If it wasn't human, he could ambush whatever it was after it helped him up.

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

The midnight-blue girl in the green clothes crouched on the ground, bewildered, breathing the strange-tasting air quickly as her heart threatened to smash through her glowing-dotted skin. Her luminous eyes scanned the area and saw a massive, flat plane of water in a long line between two pieces of land, much larger than the small pools that dotted her own home caves. The huge line of water made even the largest of the pools in her caves look like tiny puddles in comparison.

She looked up at the cave's ceiling. It was the highest she had ever seen. She couldn't even make out the stalactites, and the clusters of glowing worms that inhabited it were spread so far apart they offered hardly any light at all, except for one massive cluster with odd dim parts. Perhaps that was a nesting area? There were also huge plumes of what she presumed to be smoke moving over them. How many fires would it take to make that much smoke?

Suddenly, there was a noise behind her, something speaking. Something with strange glowing eyes, much different from hers, and wearing peculiar clothing. She could only guess it was a native to this huge cave. It fascinated her, and she could only wonder how she got here. Presumably this native would know. She could only hope it could understand her. She approached in as harmless a stance as she could muster, while still letting her hand hover near her sword.

(Shamese: Excuse me,) she said, hoping to catch some of this... thing's thoughts, (Um... But, could you tell me where I am?)

Saoshyn, Hanging upside down in a tree in New York at Night, Modern(?) Times
Well, this is unfortunate. How did this come about? Saoshyan thought idly as he summoned a flame. He looked down and immediately snuffed the flame out.
His pouch of haoma was hanging dangerously far down, and a few coins he had forgetten he was carrying had already fallen. He sighed.
He probed his fingers under the vines around his waist. Loose, but thick. He could burn through them, at significant risk to himself. He could wait for whatever was coming his way. He began trying to pull himself up with the vine. It was hard going, but if he fell, the vine would catch him.
Then the full implication of his situation hit him, and he redoubled his efforts.
(Avestan- "Angra Mainyu, you will not end me here. Ahura Mazda is with me, even in this place!") he shouted to whatever was on it's way. He decided his faith would protect him. Failing that, his magics would.

Pryderi, Tower of London at Night, Modern(?) Times

He was with Aeronwen then without. He was suddenly transported from the hill and wildlands to this little neat courtyard in a castle of some sort. The cold stones were familiar to him, but the light from the lamps was not. Pryderi just assumed they were some sorcery of some kind, he had seem plenty of sorcery before. Another familiar sight, though they were larger than the ones Pryderi had seen, were the ravens. Cawing, noisy things that plucked the eyes off sheep carcasses. He feel threatened by them, by their size and multitude. In his fear, Pryderi did what only his instincts told him to do.

Fire erupted from his mouth and spewed onto the large birds near him.

He was scared, shaken from his normal plucky self to a jelly, he wanted Aeronwen and he wanted to be home.

Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times
Wigbert decided to keep this simple,
(Latin- Where am I?!) He demanded, un-sheathing his blade. The lack of answers caused him to repeat himself, albeit in German. The confusion stayed and Wigbert sighed, bending to a knee.
'Dear lord, give me answers as to what I must do.' he looked up to see children amongst the crowd raising their mock, wooden blades. He also heard the voice,
("From my dreams!")
Wigbert rose to his feet once more, his arm raised, glowing a warm gold, and ointed at the direction of the person who spoke,
("Explain yourself!")

Leigh, On top of the Empire State Building, Night. Modern(?) Times
She was supposed to be falling.
Or at least, that's what she remembered she should be doing; that's what her body was beginning to prep itself for, shock absorbers shifting, hydraulics hissing backwards in preparation for the inevitable landing.
But she wasn't. She was staring up at the night sky, wind whipping around her, and strange birdcalls welling around her, like the moonlight chorus, dancing in the square.
It was also very cold.
Or it would have been, were she able to feel it.
Whatever. Let's have a look at this then. she thought, rising into a sitting position, legs crossed and arms supporting her back.
Leigh gasped, the air tickling her throat as it whistled through her metallic insides.
"Beautiful..." The scene before her was one of utmost serenity, to her at least. A sprawling city, thousands of feet high, stretching as far as her eyes could see unaided, lit by brilliant orange, yellow and white light that rose from below and stained the stars like a constant sunset.
And within all that, was a forest. A big forest. Or, a jungle, like the explorers went to, down in the African Continent.
And speaking of explorers... it was time to move. Ever since becoming a courier Leigh had gotten fed up with just sitting when she could be out doing. And no matter where she was, ('cause she really had no clue at all) it would be a fun place to jump through.
Behind her was a door set into the wall, before was the jungle city.
She contemplated her action for less than a second, before taking running leap and catapulting herself forward and down. Her bandanna slipped and she reached up and grabbed it before it flitted away. Her hair splayed back behind her, a dark curtain as she fell towards the ground, towards new things.

Ryans Solution:
Dune, Hanging off the Edge of a Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Get Up! You're to big." The voice sounded young but was obscured by a mask or something like that made it hard to tell the gender. Judging by the urgency in the tone, the person trying to pull him up feared he would fall.

Ultraman950:
Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

His thoughts were a mess and a rush as he stopped speaking to hear Michi,
"Ah how foolish of me..." (I shouldn't have believed that whatever came through would speak the same language)
Speaking calmly and in a coddling tone as he held his left hand palm up, "Not going to hurt you, just want to take you somewhere to prove my calculations, and get my money..." (Okay it has a weapon of some sort, and is humanoid, just gonna talk and keep my hand up, and get my gun with my right).
If Michi didn't have night vision, then she probably would have failed to see the man reaching behind him for something.

SamtheDeathclaw:
Saoshyn, Hanging upside down in a tree in New York at Night, Modern(?) Times

Climbing the vine and sweating despite the odd air (humid and warm, yet with a sharp almost conflicting chill). Saoshyn occasionally slid but managed to make it to the top, a wide display of branches and a canopy of leaves were all that blocked his view. Plenty of them large enough to grab hold of or sit down upon, along with evena few to walk around.
Breach the canopy, travel branches, head down, all valid options along with any other choice. The vibrations and sounds were increasing, and the smell of the strange forest was pierced by an acidic almost noxious fume drifting on the wind.

Terratina.:
Pryderi, Tower of London at Night, Modern(?) Times

"The birds scattered into the sky, most flew in circles or glided away the best they can. With flight wings clipped a few quickly became charred or cooked. Alarms and bells range, and a few of the night guards came rushing out.
Most for the part cursed and rushed to the birds aids, fire extinguishers and sprinklers were turned on.
One bringing out a gun quickly took aim towards him, and fired a shot, missing as flames spread.

ruedyn:
Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times

A young girl, dressed like a friar of some sort, her face looking to be in her early twenties, and brown her in a bun, it was oddly streaked with a band of pink. As the applause grew at the mystery entry and his glowing arm, the girl merely shoved asides people and began to flee, cursing and basically saying "(German-ish-Shit, shit, shit, why me, why me, why me.)" Or something along the line of that in German.
Feeling a hand touch his shoulder, the Announcers train of thought was confused, conflicted, and urgently calling security with his other hand just in case.

PlastikBulb:
Leigh, On top of the Empire State Building, Night. Modern(?) Times

Falling from supreme height, she reached a buildings roof, her legs hissing, and the shock cracking the roof. Now her avenues of travel were wide open, the city was her oyster, or some other shell fish. Head to the jungle, explore the city, or wait on the roof as someone burst through the door. Dressed in blue and looking like security, a flash light was shone on her face, obscuring the figure behind it a bit.
"What the Fuck?!"

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Ah how foolish of me..." (I shouldn't have believed that whatever came through would speak the same language)

The thing's (she now believed it to be male) thoughts floated unprotected to the surface of his mind. It was also the only thing he was saying that she could understand. And what did he mean by "whatever came through"? she thought. Was he expecting me? He doesn't seem to know who I am.

"Not going to hurt you, just want to take you somewhere to prove my calculations, and get my money..." (Okay it has a weapon of some sort, and is humanoid, just gonna talk and keep my hand up, and get my gun with my right).

He had noticed her sword. Good, maybe he would know better than to mess with her, since this kind of sword clearly belonged only to Shamans. Wait... "gun"? Where had she heard that before? It didn't sound good... it was something a few of the soldiers in her home had, but they were supposed to call it something else. Noisy, dangerous things. If it was something a soldier had, clearly this thing must wish her harm, since he's reaching for it. This wasn't going to do at all.

Michi's left hand gripped the hilt of her sword and pulled it out a little, exposing the dotted-glowing blade, the sharp side glowing from guard to tip. (Shamese: I would rethink drawing any weapons on me, if I were you. Do you know who I am?)

Dune, Hanging off the Edge of The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Get Up! You're too big." The voice sounded young but it was obscured by something.
Okay they haven't built child models in years, it's probably human.
Dune hooked his rifle into a magnetic catch and used his now free hand to grab the railing.
He used the rest of his strength to pull himself over the edge and onto the bridge, then proceeded to soak in his new surroundings.
"What in the world..."

Saoshyan, Canopy of a big tree, New York at Night, Modern(?) Times
Sao climbed onto the branch the vines was hanging from with some difficulty. He drew the small daggers, and sawed through the vine around his waist. Slower than burning it for sure, but less likely to result in massive conflagrations, he decided. Although one could never tell.
He smelled the air. Wet. So much water in the air he felt like he was drowning, after the arid deserts of his home. His breathing was heavy and labored, after such a climb in the humid air. He sat on the thick limb for a moment, before standing with some difficulty.
Daylight's a-wasting. he thought idly, and began to climb up through the canopy. May as well see what kind of place he was in.
The branches were unsteady under his feet, as whatever was coming for him was coming ever closer. He decided it would probably catch him not terribly long after he breached the canopy, although the leaves and branches distorted his perception somewhat. After some time of laboriously climbing the massive tree, he broke through the canopy and saw just what kind of place he was in.

Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times

Wigbert trailed the faux German girl with his eyes, noticing he was pressing a button, and men coming towards him with hostile attitudes and strange contraptions, dull grey but with yellow on the end of it. He raised his hand towards the man, shooting off a single arrow, right into his forehead.

Ultraman950:
Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

The man backed away slightly, the gun partially with drawn, "Still can't understand you mystery monster, better just put you to sleep..." (Time and space anomaly, lets hope drugs strong enough to take down a rhino work, and won't kill you)

Ryans Solution:
Dune, Hanging off the Edge of The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

Automobiles sped past on the bridge, peoples faces occasionally seen staring, but mostly just blurs of light. In the distant was the gleaming, still standing city of San Francisco. The sky was clearer then it had been in ages, and Dune's helmet finally got a connection. Though odd and fractured, it read the date and time.
Oct. 31, 2012, along with an indicator for some objective or direction he should head to. Access to anything else seemed to be either blocked or processing updates, either way it was pointing him towards the city.
"Hey, where'd you get the cool costume? And have you seen my parents, they were right next to me." The kid asked in the tone akin to "Are we there yet?" in driving, and when leading to a never ending string unless interrupted.

SamtheDeathclaw:
Saoshyan, Canopy of a big tree, New York at Night, Modern(?) Times

Both conflicting and confusing, was the awe and splendor of the city of New York, massive monoliths and structures dwarfed some of the trees, while others were growing in, around, or through one another it seemed.
Noises loud and blaring, along with whistling winds thrashed all around him, along with a definite click associated with metal and a switch.
"Raise them up Bugger, or get blown." The voice was English and an awful accent at that for Britsh, were Saoshyan to turn around he'd meet the barrel of a gun with an opening the size of his fist, and behind it a man dressed in beige clothes like a young man in an army long past. In combination with a dashing Pith helmet, while smoking a pipe and squinting down the sights.

ruedyn:
Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times

The guards were dressed like knights of old sporting rather nice badges asserting themselves as security. Wielding batons and fake swords in dashing chain mail, a few held flash lights as well. As they approached Wigbert through the crowd, all making their were through. Once the arrow flew, Silence Fell. It was the Silence as heads turn, and people move away from the body, along with the young girl turning to look at the guard. The body fell with almost cinematic slowness, and the scream that shattered the silence was worthy of the phrase, "It ain't over till the fat lady sings."

The Crowd ran in all directions, along with security, most heading away from the Crusader, and the girl quickly getting lost in them. Only with a general idea of where she went, Wigbert was facing a screaming crowd, and a rather prompt pommel blow to the head from a rather enterprising knight from behind.

Head left ringing in his helmet, the feel of a mace on his glowing arms shoulder followed suit from another knight. The contestants for best costume as it seemed, had a few rising to the challenge.

Saoshyan, Above the canopy of a big tree, New York at Night, Modern(?) Times
Saoshyan gaped at the great grey monoliths, massive stone things and giant plants all together in one place. Some trees protruded at impossible angles from the buildings, thrusting through solid stone.
He heard a strange click behind him. It sounded something like flint and steel, but more metallic.
He turned, and face a man holding a strange device at him. He rummaged through his mind, and he realized it must be a fire stick, like the people of the east were known to use. Dangerous weapons, for people who feared fire.
The man made curious noises, but he couldn't place the language. It sounded like the language the romans spoke, but still not quite the same.
(Avestan-"I wish you no harm, friend. I do not know where I am, and I do not speak your tongue. Is it possible you speak mine?")
At the man's confused look, and the way he thrust the device ever closer, he knew it was hopeless. He lifted his hands above his head, preparing to attempt the spell of Babel, hoping it would work. He swirled his arms around a bit, and small flickers appeared in the air as he bent the rules of reality just a bit, enough to make everyone in the area speak the language from before Babel, when all men spoke the same tongue.

Leigh, On a rooftop, Night. Modern(?) Times
The appearance of the uniformed torch bearing man greatly elated Leigh. The chance to interact with someone in this strange jungle city would be a strange and glorious experience.

Leigh stepped forward, her arms raised in a gesture of peace. "I mean you no harm guardsman; I'll only be here for a moment." She motioned to her legs, gleaming in the light from the man's raised torch. "My name is Leigh Jack, after my father; might I enquire as to who you are?"

Dune, The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

Oct. 31, 2012, I guess this means i'm in purgatory then?
Then a waypoint appeared, the first good news he had received.
"Hey, where'd you get the cool costume? And have you seen my parents, they were right next to me."
Ah shit...
"My quartermaster... and as to your parents, no I haven't seen them, but if you want to come with me until you see them you're welcome to."

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Still can't understand you mystery monster, better just put you to sleep..." (Time and space anomaly, lets hope drugs strong enough to take down a rhino work, and won't kill you)

Michi drew her sword completely out of its sheath and pointed it at the thing, holding it reversed in her left hand, shaking her head. Obviously he can't understand me, she thought. But he'll understand this.

Taza, On the Roof of the California Academy of Science at Night, Modern(?) Times

Taza smelled the air, it was full of scents he didn't recognize. The sounds in the distance were also strange and unfamiliar. HE wondered where the spirits had taken him.

He looked down at the owl before him. The presence of a familiar animal comforted him somewhat. Then a thought occurred to him, this owl was waiting for me, it must be a guide sent by the spirits.

"Are you meant to guide my journey?" He asked the owl, speaking to it with his powers of nature.

Aeronwen, In a Mall At Night, Modern(?) Times

A girl appeared, surrounded by strange people and stranger sights. She was confused, a moment before she had been in the welsh countryside, verdant and peaceful, the next she had landed on a hard floor in this unknown place. She reached up to her shoulder, her hand searching for Pryderi, but he was gone, where? He had been perched there before she had fell into that rift, where could he have gone? She got up and started frantically searching for him, shoving her way though the curious crowd.

(Welsh-"Pryderi") She yelled ("Where are you?)

Alexei, Stuck In a Tin Can, Modern(?) Times

Alexei held still for a moment. Crash landings were a scenario that he had practised and revised a hundred times back at mission control, but a real crash was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Looking out of the two, tiny capsule windows, all he could see was soil and sky.

Where am I?

Failing to notice the blood on his lips, he attempted to shove open the capsule door with his feet.

There is a large island in the middle of the sea, where and when is irrelevant, asides from it being very sunny and peaceful.
Shaped like as one of the few sole occupants describe it, "like someone took a bite out of a cookie," and so far no one has said otherwise for such an apt description.
Facing it towards the opening there is a small mountain high enough to touch the clouds, a light house on the right, a white pillar with a black glass top. Situated on a barely elevated section to be considered cliffs, as the crashing of the tide weathers it.
To the far right on the other end of the bite is a small unused dock and pier, no boats, and looking pristine as the day it was made.
In the middle is a large and varied beach, and on that beach is a man, bathing and admiring the sun in the sand. He may or may not be a she, it depends on the context.

SamtheDeathclaw:
Saoshyan, Above the canopy of a big tree, New York at Night, Modern(?) Times

"I do not get paid enough to do this accent, and where are the camera men, my god! Oh let me guess, you are on of the'wild cards' my manager spoke of, well great! Like a need another foreign upstart hogging my air..." The man was muttering loudly to himself, his voice rather plain, English, and like he was from Ireland a tad.
Perhaps it was a flickers of the eyes, or some expression on Saoshyan's face, "Can you understand me?"
Every word was perfectly heard, the magic was working.

PlastikBulb:
Leigh, On a rooftop, Night. Modern(?) Times

"This is a joke right?" The man spoke, his voice a bit younger as it noticeably cracked on right.
"I locked the doors seconds ago, and no way you could crack the roof..." Shining the light down at her legs and feet, he blinked and looked confused.
With the light no longer obscuring him, he looked young and clean shaven, Asian with shaved hair showing on the sides of his head, his voice was clear and calm, light with a New York accent.

Ryans Solution:
Dune, The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

The kid now in better view and light was wearing a black robe with a hood, and holding a toy scythe. Looking almost comical with an over-sized skull mask and sneakers poking out from below, the kid looked Dune up and down.
"My parents told me to never go with strangers, what's your name?" Sticking out a hand and tone full of curiosity, "I'm Sam, or Samy, or Salmon."

Ultraman950:
Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Alright, alright, I'm backing off..." Taking a few steps backwards, trying to keep his footing in the dark, his mind was (get distance, attack, and hope doesn't fall in to ocean).
A low pitched whining seemed to be approaching in the distant from the water, almost like a siren on a car, barely a buzz, but growing louder in millimeters.

MortifiedPenguin:
Aeronwen, In a Mall At Night, Modern(?) Times

Her yell got a few curious glances, and drew the eye of more then one guy, one in particular along with a small posse at his back walked with a swagger towards her. Dressed in torn and ragged jeans, and skin painted alabaster, he was wearing a Mask that gave an impression of Comedy in theater, twin to Tragedy. Simple, white, and made of curved circles, he had long black hair that went past his ears.
"Well hello there lovely, get lost to a party, or care to find one?" Voice full of confidence, and physique well toned, any sane person would immediately say "Pillock"

maninahat:
Alexei, Stuck In a Tin Can, Modern(?) Times

Three things immediately presented themselves, the door popped open with surprising ease, greeted by the night sky. Second were fierce lamps shining down on his capsule, and three was the fact after a jarring bump tipping the capsule, he was in a truck of some sort, with his capsule on top of a large amount of dirt.
A desert at night trailing past him at surprising speeds, and the wind arid and warm.

Dune, The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

Dune extended his hand as well and shook the kids hand
"Your parents are smart, my name is Dune, and thanks for saving my life."

Alexei, Stuck In a Tin Can, Modern(?) Times

Alexei blinked under the harsh lights.

(Russian: "What the?")

Carefully, he gripped the sides of the capsule and climbed out onto the bed of the truck. Due to the uncertain footing and the occasional bump, he kept crouched down. He tried to gauge his surroundings, looking over the sides of the truck, and at the truck cab itself.

Who's driving this thing?

Leigh, On top of a building, Night. Modern(?) Times
Leigh gingerly stepped back from the damaged section of the roof with a sheepish expression. "Oh, yes, well I did not quite mean for that to happen, see, I have not fallen that far before, and well, I thought the shock absorbers would be able to deal with it, but well..." She gestured helplessly at the spot she had landed. "They did not."

Leigh examined the young man closer, now that his light had lowered, and grinned a wide, toothy grin. "Will you not tell me your name stranger? It's impolite to keep a girl waiting you know."

"Alright, alright, I'm backing off..." Taking a few steps backwards, trying to keep his footing in the dark, his mind was (get distance, attack, and hope doesn't fall in to ocean).

Attack me? No, I don't think so.

There were two ways she could go: Forward, hoping to get within striking distance before he could reach his now-certainly dangerous device, or backward in an attempt to get away, and at least deny him his prize. The fact that she wasn't well-versed in swimming quickly stamped down that idea.

She stepped forward, still holding her sword at his chest, sideways so he could see the glowing bits of the blade. She wasn't sure if she could get him before he got his weapon, but she would at least try.

Saoshyan, Above the Canopy of a large tree, New York City, night, modern(?) times
Saoshyan's head pounded. Not an easy spell, by any means. Many wizards had found themselves mentally crippled after only attempting it.
"Ahura Mazda is with me this day." Sao said, sighing in relief. "I am Saoshyan, magi of Zoroaster. You are? And, if you can tell me, where is it that I have come to? I fear I do not know."
Sao looked around again. The place was a mess. The trees grew up and around and through everything, and the buildings were ugly gray things. Somewhere off in the distance, a great din was arising. He didn't recognize any of the sounds. All alien and metallic and strange.
The druj is strong in this place. It is in need of a savior. Ahura, I pray I have the strength to aid this strange place.

Pryderi, Tower of London at Night, Modern(?) Times

The sound of bells caused a clamour while men in strange uniforms rushed out, spraying an even stranger white foam over the alight crows as Pryderi nibbled a bit of a cooked wing, spitting out feathers with a simple thought. Ych a fi! Then yet another nosy sound blasted through Pryderi's ears - a type of fire that smelt funny, not like wood or coal fire. Pryderi wondered how these humans had gotten hold of such mastery of fire, when that clearly belonged to the mighty dragons. He also wondered why these people were protecting these ravens, maybe their crafty ways had taught them how to harness fire?

Either way, Pryderi continued to sprout flame and took wing, using agile manoeuvres to run rings around the strange men and their precious birds. He would show them how to use fire, as a proud dragon, it was his only option. Then he realised that in the rage brought on by injured pride, he had forgotten about Aery. Usually she would scold him with a well-placed frost spell on the schonz when he did things like this, which was mildy annoying to say the least. Not only did it dose the fire but it brought on a bout of brain-freeze as well. Still, it made the point and Pryderi would stop, at least for a while.

He decided that toying with these people had got boring and turned to fly over the gate, but not before performing an extra toasty fly-by. Simpletons suitable singed, he begin looking for some food to eat. Maybe there was a good fishing lake nearby? As if being dumped in an alien landscape was weird enough, he was also strangely hungry to say the least. Pryderi was sure he had ate at least an hour before the incident. Stumped, he shrugged it off and walked on.

Night had fallen and the person on the beach was admiring the stars.

Ryans Solution:
Dune, The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

"I did!? I mean, yeah I did! Lets go find my parents." Happy sounding and glad that shaking of hands worked out, the kid grabbed his scythe with both hands, looking ready to follow.

maninahat:
Alexei, Stuck In a Tin Can, Modern(?) Times

Dark green was the truck, and the people driving it were in fatigues of the army. One wearing a cap as the driver, the passenger had a helmet and rifle clearly in hand. Mouths moving but unable to hear them, behind and ahead of the car were more trucks and jeeps, clearly a convoy of sorts.

PlastikBulb:
Leigh, On top of a building, Night. Modern(?) Times

"Uh... Brian D. Thomas, look, I don't know what's going on, but I'm afraid I've got to escort you out of the building." Scratching the back of his head,
"You don't seem like a criminal or anything, and I guess I'll let trespassing slide."
A bit sheepish was his tone, but sincere as well.

Ultraman950:
Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

Backing off as Michi stepped forward, he raised the gun in one hand and fired in a fluid motion. At least, it would have been if he didn't trip on the ground slightly, a dart hissed through the air and landed behind Michi.
"Shit!" (Shit!).

SamtheDeathclaw:
Saoshyan, Above the Canopy of a large tree, New York City, night, modern(?) times

"Ah, so we do speak the same language, give me a sec..." Coughing a bit and touching the side of his neck.
"Look here chap, I'm renown hunter Ezekiel Alabaster! And We're in the middle of the Jungle of Bhangu Bhangu!" His horrible accent had returned, touching his neck he let out a sigh.

Taking a puff of the foul smelling pipe,
"God all this ruddy improvising." Shouldering his gun, he looked Saoshyan over.
"So, which company did you come from? I personally need to speak too mine about this Holo-Set, I mean, the city is glitch they need to hurry up and fix."

Terratina.:
Pryderi, Tower of London at Night, Modern(?) Times

Alien smells grew stronger along with new sounds, the screaming, shouting, and frantic struggles of the Tower all but fading. Sounds of a tavern/pub/place to get sozzled/ drifted in the air with the oh to fragrant smell of spirits, a nearby stand let forth a greasy and alluring smell of battered and fried fish and chips, one being served to a man in the late evening.

Next to all this and quite nearby was the River Thames, a bird or two floating on the water peacefully or active in the light above. Along with others nesting or hidden near it, life gently flowed on for them. Below the currents held any number of fish, some resting on the river bed, others moving on in from life and perhaps death, along with an eel or two as well.

Nearby hidden from prying eyes and trying damn well hard not to be seen, a Hunter began to Track Pryderi. Shrouded in shadows, cloaked in night, masked in darkness, he ran through similar phrases in his head smiling at his new prey.

Saoshyan, Above the Canopy of a large tree, New York City, night, modern(?) times
Several of the words didn't translate, and Saoshyan had no idea what the man was saying in general.
"Er.. I am afraid I do not understand. Company? Holo-set?" He tried the foreign words. They were awkward and heavy on his tongue. He figured that the words must not have translations to his language. He sighed.
"Bhangu Bhangu? I do not know of this place. It is... Not like my home. Much wetter. I came here from... The past? The future? I do not know. I should have decided on a location before performing the rite." Saoshyan mused idly, looking around the tree.
"Shall we climb down?"

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Shit!" (Shit!)

He missed. That was lucky, but she didn't want to test her luck further. Michi reached out with her mind to pull the gun-thing from his hand and into her own.

(Shamese: Don't do anything like that again or I'll cut you to pieces!) she yelled. She knew he wouldn't understand the words, but since her sword was still leveled at him and now within stabbing distance, coupled with her intense tone, she figured he would get the idea.

Dune, The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

I should probably deal with the kid before I deal with whatever's in that city.
He depolarized his visor's OLED causing it to become fully transparent, allowing others to see inside.
"Can you show me where you live?"

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