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Well, this is...new.

[For one newly Awakene, Marianne does not look particularly suprised...or particularly impressed. If anything she looks vaugly irritated that she missed her morning coffee.

Perhaps it is because this is hardly the first time she has woken on a new world. She is a Magi and has lived her life three times over. Walking between worlds comes easily to her.

But she had rather hoped to spend a lazy sunday in bed with her husband, not be thrust into a new adventure. Apparently, the universe thought she had spent too much time Dreaming."

The mirror wasn't supposed to lead here!

[You know what this looks like? A little girl. Granted, a black and white non human little girl, but it sounds and looks like a little goddamn girl who's tiny little feet hover several feet off the ground, hands on her hips as she surveys her surroundings]

Link! Where'd you go?!

What happened?!

[A black helmeted man watches in the background, holding a pair of binoculars in his hand]

[He stealths his way nearby someone with a knife in his hand]

[i] Power... all man crave it. Some fight for it with tooth and nail...Never understanding the struggle to hold onto it slipping through your fingers.. Power always finds a way to me and often when it's most needed. [/i]

The most distinguishing feature of the Helghast man is that his goggles shine a bright red in the darkness.

"That was kinder than how I got out of the Confession Dial."

To be called by a simple word was much better than spending four point five billion years punching his way through a substance four hundred times harder than diamond. The Doctor isn't surprised to wake up in a strange place. It's the story of his life whenever he used the 'randomiser' on the TARDIS. Or his early life, when he didn't properly know how to pilot the TARDIS.

God, he's old. Old and without his memories of his most recent companion. Oh he knows quite a bit about Clara. But knowing isn't the same as remembering. It's like looking at a photo of someone else's vacation.

It's as he looks around that he realises there's a problem. A very big problem. He holds his finger up for a few moments and then sticks it in his mouth.

"No!"

He does the action again. Nothing.

"That can't be!"

He closes his eyes and tries to focus. Clearing his mind of everything but time.

"I'm not in the Divergent Universe again am I?"

He starts a 'one-handed clap' in a steadied and measured rhythm. Why can't he taste time? Why can't he feel it? He's trying not to panic. After all it had been this way in the Universe of Anti-Time. It had been this way in the Confession Dial, but after four point five billion years, it really wasn't something he had wanted to experience again so soon.

[A young looking soldier wearing a heavy piece of armor is looking at a map of the location at hand, and looking for a specific destination. ]

Hey, anybody know... where this Northern district entry house is at?

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He had contacted the Knights through Mokona, given them what he could. Now he had work to do of his own. He had to do his part to save the Pillar, save Cephiro. The Magic Knights had their role, and he had his.

Except... this wasn't Cephiro. He knew much of his odd homeland from his centuries of exploration and teaching, and there was no way that it had changed this much so soon, even with the Princess captive.

"Zagato..." he said, grimly. Somehow Zagoto had sent him away from Cephiro, away from his home. Was this the world of the Magic Knights? He knew what their odd armor looked like, so if he saw others garbed the same, he would know. And wherever he was, he would find his way home. Magic was controlled by the Will in Cephiro. Everything was. And Guru Clef was one of the three strongest mages the land called its own. Zagato was not going to be able to keep him away AND keep the Princess captive at the same time. He would return home to help the Magic Knights fulfill their destiny.

He just had to figure out how.

There are often odd sights in Nautilus, it is after all partially what the city is about. Perhaps that's why it isn't too surprising to see a man half-draped over a bench, phone out and aimed at the sky. He'd muttering to himself and making no attempt to hide the fact. The phone gets a few shakes, a glare and soft curse in French before the small ritual starts again.

She had been in the Library. She had been in that chair for so short a time, but she had thought more than she had in any random month that didn't involve the Doctor. She came to a lot of realizations as she strapped herself to the machines, as she listened to the countdown that was all the time left. As she stared at the man she now knew she loved more than her own life.

Time. She always thought she had time. That was the thing about running with the Doctor, when you were merely mortal. You knew your time was finite. You knew it, and sometimes you worried about the time when he would realize it was time to move on. And yet... And yet he could make you forget all that sometimes. When you ran with the Doctor, there were moments - wonderful, glorious moments - when you thought you could live as he did. That you could be with him forever.

River had always thought she saw past those illusions. She always thought she was so wise, so on top of everything. She knew better than to let him see her age, see her weak. She thought she was above that particular trap.

Nothing like hearing the seconds you had left ticking down to make you realize that some part of you thought you were immortal. That you could run with that man forever.

But she couldn't. Sitting in that chair told her that. Told her more.

Some part of her had always wondered if she would have the courage to die for that man. She had put herself in danger for him before, offered herself in exchange for him before, but part of her always... always trusted him to come up with a way out, a way for them to both survive.

This time she knew it wasn't going to happen. Too much was at stake. Donna was at stake, and she knew what Donna meant to him. And now... after their last date... she knew what she meant to him. And that was why she couldn't let him make that choice. She had to make it for him, because choosing between her and all those innocent lives? Choosing between her and Donna?

It would break him. She was doing more than saving this life, this regeneration. She was saving him.

And now she knew. She would die for that man. She would die for the Doctor. She watched him lay there in odd moments between her efforts, she had the time. For once she knew exactly how much time she had left. When he woke up, she spoke. She knew if she let him talk, he might talk her out of this, he was so good at talking. But she couldn't let that happen. She couldn't be convinced to back down. Not for him. Because this was for him.

And because he knew it. All this time, he knew how she was going to die. Her diary was full. That had been the first clue. But she still hadn't believed, hadn't let herself believe. But now she knew. She would die for her Doctor. The man she was born to kill. The man who stole her heart as though it was an old type-40.

The countdown ended. Her time was over. She closed her eyes, connected the feeds, and her eyes opened for one last look at her beloved.

She didn't hear the voice commanding her to Wake. She heard the machines, she felt pain, she saw blinding light and then....

The moment before death, she awoke, unsure of where she was or how it had happened. Was this... what it was to be dead? Was that why she didn't hurt?

This was not the Lost Woods.
This was not the Kokiri Forest.

Link had no idea what this place was. While he certainly wasn't scared, he was puzzled, and a little worried.

"Navi?"

[Upon arriving in the city, Mercedes finds she is no longer where she once was. She was meant to be heading to Ringford Forest to reclaim her throne from her evil cousin Melvin, yet now she was in this place. No soldiers. No throne. No frog friend either. Instead of pouting about her situation, she decides to take her frog friend's advice from home and find out any information she can. Thus, anyone in the city will see a young fairy girl flying about with a crossbow. Hopefully no one will find it too weird.]

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[Waking up in a strange city was not something too out of the ordinary for Kenny. Of all of the things that had ever happened to him, this was strangely painless. He wasn't sent here by some Dark One and he didn't remember dying. How did he get here? He was patrolling the rooftops of his quiet little mountain town and suddenly he was in a much larger city. He needed answers.

He ran through the streets and stayed to the shadows. He'd wait until someone passed down an alleyway or turned a corner to jump down in front of them. He'd lock eyes and use his deep hero voice.]

I need answers. And you're going to give them to me.

The first thing that Donna might see is grass. Lots and lots of grass, and some trees. A sky too, but it isn't the first thing she expects to see. No, she had been in the TARDIS, which had locked her in. That she is frozen, arms slightly up, glancing around, is hardly surprising. Her expression shifts though, turning to one that doesn't look impressed at all. "Oi!"

It is a word that people might want to get used too, as Donna does use it quite often, and quite frequently. Case in point. "Oi! Oi!"

Her silence, clearly, is not typical, and she is loud and brash and doesn't give a crap that she is. She is used to ending up in strange places, like going to Rome but ending up in Pompeii, but this? Oh, no, whatever this is she didn't sign up for it.

"You have got to be kidding me… A key, he says. Have a key. A key that opens things. A key that opens things that aren’t even here!" Surprisingly, it is stated rather lowly, as Donna can speak at a normal level, although towards the end, her voice has raised rather loudly again. It doesn't last long though. No, she is moving through the foliage, until she finds a path, and a path has got to lead somewhere. It is how she find herself coming up to some buildings, and people, or beings- it really doesn't matter, as they will all get the same scenario, more or less. "Doctor! Oi, you around Doctor? Is this your doing? Have you seen the Doctor? Tall bloke, skinny as a bean, always wearing the same bloody outfit?"

[All right. So this wasn't Ecruteak, nor was it any place he had seen in his meditations. But! He wasn't in any immediate danger. That's a positive.

He also can't find his Pokemon. And he also can't... sense or see anything, and it's not right, it's a strange and vaguely empty feeling, and his being here with no real explanation? Yeah, it leaves him a bit uneasy. Not that he's going to show it. As a gym leader, he has to remain as calm as he's able.

And this is probably just an out of body experience, nbd.

So yeah. This loser is just kind of wandering around lost, maybe unwittingly activating his Gear to show the Network a nice view of his wandering into the western district from the southern border. Because of course Morty would be intrigued by that.

Of course he would.]

[ In his time leading droid armies across the galaxy, Grievous has seen many a planet and many a city. Even planets populated almost entirely by humans or near-humans tend to have some defining characteristic, be it architecture or terrain, how the natives present themselves, et cetera et cetera.

Grievous has a good memory for these things--knowledge of terrain and the people on it make crushing them under his feet just that much easier.

He has no memory of a place like this.

It's difficult, but not impossible, to keep even a massive thing like himself hidden well enough. All the more difficult due to some functions he knows he has being mysteriously jammed and sending his rapidly dwindling patience into whatever sort of core this damn rock might have, but. Not impossible.

Some who are paying keen attention to their surroundings might be hearing what sounds like an aggravated animal growling through a vocoder as they pass by alleyways or particularly shadowed corners.

Others who aren't so attentive may find cold, metal, alien claws grasping for their face and dragging them back into those particularly shadowed corners. ]

[Ash finds himself lost once again from the path he is had suppose to be on. Upon waking up Ash screams]

Where am I?!

[Then quickly turns his head in all directions]

Misty?! Brock?! Pikachu?!

Where are they?!

[Looking down at his belt he screams again]

My POKEMON!

[All his friends, they're just gone. What to do? What to do? Try to calm down first and try to figure out where he is. Gently fixing his cap his face also becomes more determined. He'll find everyone! At least he hopes so.]

Nothing could go wrong. Where he sat upon Mandalore's throne, nothing could go wrong. His apprentice by his side, Kenobi rotting in the dungeons of this strange palace, and he, sitting there as the ruler of Mandalore, of Death Watch, of the Black Sun and the Pikes and the Hutts all at once. He could feel it, his victory coming soon, could practically taste it between his sharpened teeth, against his tongue sweeter than any honey this galaxy could offer.

Except. When he finds himself waking, he finds himself no longer in Mandalore's palace, staring down murals of battles long past. He does not hear the familiar sounds of Death Watch chatter, nor the heft of his brother's footsteps. Only silence, and the sound of rushing water, filling his ears.

It sounds like Naboo, the waterfall cascading over the hangar where he first fell, and for a moment he fears it is a vision of the force. That he will fall from his peak, that he will be severed from his moment of glory once again. For a moment, just a moment, fear crawls like ice through his veins, and his twin hearts skip a beat as he reaches out, tries to touch the stones with his gloved hand. Real. Or fake?

Real. The stones underneath his fingertips are real. Which means that this is no vision, but something else- and then rage explodes within him, and in a moment his saber is in his hand, ready to swing out and cut into the nearest wall.

"This is some foul trick-" He spits into the air, plasma humming and the smell of molten rock lingering. "Mandalore was mine-!"

There's a bloody beast with black nails and a purple face that seems like it has no idea what it's doing. A loud roar shows the beast's presence. Something must of happened to Jak during the day to make Happen

The beast shows its jagged teeth.

[ Trekking up to the Ice Hermitage was supposed to be a pretty low-key affair. Just herself and Josie, making use of the sanctuary where Sadie, the Breeze Witch, once lived. The path there was treacherous, but...

All the same, she didn't expect to literally fall through a hole and wind up...wherever this is. Most embarrassing of all, she nearly hit another person! Absolutely mortifying, but at least the cart she smashed into broke her fall. ]

Hmph...Josie, where do you think- [ She notices a distinct lack of the Master's feline familiar, who's usually always floating around with her. He was here literally a moment ago; where could he have gone?

She sighs and straightens herself up, dusting off her hat. ]

No big deal. How hard can it be to find a flying, talking cat...?

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This entire place felt odd...strange and alien. The normal pulse that every Pokemon felt from the Earth was missing, and it was making Pikachu nervous. It didn't recognize any sights or smells or even sounds. Everything was so stark and empty.

Worse yet it hadn't seen any sign of it's trainer or friends; human or pokemon. With a sad little 'pi', it sat on it's haunches next to a bench. Keeping an eye on anyone that passed and hoping they looked somewhat familiar.

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Devon was not accustomed to be so disoriented. It actually made him uncomfortable, something that was actually very hard to do. He managed to get himself around in some way or another, but then he was stuck again.

Standing, tapping his chin thoughtfully, he looked around before finally spotting someone. He walked up to them and gently tapped them on their shoulder - the shadow of his 6'5 self looming above them. It was hard to be built like a boulder and tall as a house sometimes.

"Excuse me." he asked softly, "But - could you answer some questions for me?"

[ Death is an unpleasant experience. Blindingly painful or even just unbearably cold, it can be a hell of an experience. But, there was peace to be found in it too, particularly if you're the sort of soul tormented nearly every waking moment of your life.

For Lucy, death was frightening, but a release from pain and the horrible train of tragedies that made up the entirety of her life. Waking up in the middle of the street, though? That's...well, that's something alright. Something she's not at all sure she likes. She scrambles to her feet to get her bearings, and only when she's upright does she realize she only has Kouta's jacket for a covering. But, all of her appears to be intact, so that's something to look forward to, at least!

At least, it is until the nausea hits in. She remembers vividly how she died, and the mere thought has her doubling over and trying to grab onto something to stay upright. Her vectors even fly out to help, but unfortunately, the hit a nearby building a touch too hard and puts a big hole in its side. The crumbling of wood and brick is enough to have her momentarily snap out of her sense of sickness, though she's still pale. ]

Not good... [ So much for keeping a low profile. Hopefully nobody saw that. ]

[Most people would be panicking. Because lets be honest, waking up in an alien world with no recollection of how he arrived at this point was rather worrying, to say the least. He had gotten quite drunk before and woken up in a few beds he wasn't familiar with, but this was a bit more dramatic than that.

Most people would either be wandering confused, or perhaps getting angry, or maybe terribly frightened.

Perhaps he was frightened.

But at the moment, the drow elf was acting more like a cat wound up on nip, clambering up buildings, leaping from street lamp to street lamp, even opening a few of those lamps up to inspect the bulbs inside (and steal a few), fascinated by the way they glowed with no magic.

At any point in time he could be found in any corner of Nautilus, perhaps peeking through windows, admiring the beach, or battling the spiders in the west just for the sake of it.

NEW WORLD.]

[is tromping through some forest in the South and looking a bit put out]

That is the last time I let anyone get directions from a squirrel! It's a squirrel! It's supposed to be nuts! [pulls at her face in frustration] I am two seconds from arresting everything in this forest!

[which she would except for the small eensy teensy matter that she's no longer Empress but also thankfully no longer a small fluffy kitten. At least... not all the way. She likes the tail as a matter of fact, but not being lost]

Doesn't anyone know how to build a street sign any more?

[Waking up in a strange new place should be really scary. Especially for a child. But Chespin thrives on the idea of different lands and the adventures they can bring. So she's actually very excited to finally be out of her village, since she's wanted to travel for a long time. Not that long really since she's just a kid, but for a long time.

She dashes from place to place, looking at everything and trying to take it all in. And when she sees you, she gives a friendly wave and runs over to say hello.]

Hello, Sir or Ma'am. Can you tell me where this is? It's not Lively Town, right?

[Abel wanders around in the city, he doesn't know with a confused look on his face. He's a tall bespectabled gentleman with long silver hair tied with a black ribbon, wearing a catholic robe.

Being lost isn't just his problem. He ran out of money last night, after splurged on candy and eating out of a cafe.

And he's hungry. And he wanders around the crowd, wanting to ask directions, but he looks nervous just even asking.

Please help out a hungry priest. He is tired, but trying to smile.]

Um...um...hello, please help me?

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