-krssssssht-

[Blaze]

Blaze groans and bends over as the nausea hits, looking around as the world disappears.

"Nnngh... should've run away..."

[Marky]

The cat will see...static! As the four in close proximity start to slicker with it, seeming to fade slow...out. She could approach closer, but would that be prudent? Only time will tell!

Sam blinkblinks and frowns, very slowly making her way toward the static, noticing the four slowly fading out. "Dat don't wook too good..." She says, frowning.

[Mendi-chan]

*Mendo frowns, looking around at the four*
So... wait... are we leaving reality or?... Urg...
Gah, I suppose that doesn't matter... Let's get out of here before it gets much worse.
*Grabbing the three near him he tries to escape the vortex of strangeness!*

[Narrator]

The four of them rush for the edge of the static, Merah's head indeed, hurting more then the rest...something which isn't helped, as the world seems to collapse around them! There is a jumble of senses, and then blackness, as each of them feels their minds go black, as if in self-defense, to prevent overload. And so, with Mary watching, the lot of them fade into static...


--Chisame, Chronicle of Art--

Chisame's eyes open woozily, the light hitting her eyes in unfamiliar patterns. As she blinks up, she may see why--in the sky, the sun hangs, like always...but it is not her sun. Rather, it seems almost like...a painting of the sun. A bright, but interpretive view of the orb she's so used to--a ball of yellow that seems stained into the blue watercolor sky...She herself, once she comes fully to, will note that she seems to be laying in a field of grass...or, at least, again, someone's version thereof. Really, it feels more like she's laying on a massively thick sheet of paper, with grass and flowers painted on it...though it's not as uncomfortable as one might imagine, all things considered. What might finally rouse her fully to wakefulness, however, is the faint female shadow hanging over her, and a voice.

"A strange new creature
Body not of paint or pen
Where do you come from?"

--Blaze, Chronicle of Magic--
Blaze...wakes slightly more abruptly.

"Hey! You! Young lady! What do you think you're doing!?"

Snapping up, she'll realize that she seems to be...in the hall of a school? It looks fairly standard, all things considered, though strangely while a quick onceover will tell her that she looks the same as ever, she may realize that she can't seem to call up her wings. Standing over her regardless though, is a mass of wrinkles that seems to be masquerading as a woman.

"Well? This had better be good!"

--Mendo, Chronicle of Chance--

Likewise, Mendo's awakening...well, it could be more gentle. By his robotic nature, this may feel less severe, naturally, but that may be counteracted by the rather unexpected shutdown. Regardless, as he comes to his senses, sounds fill his ears. For a moment it feels like as much of a jumble as before...but as his vision returns, he'll realize why--he seems to be standing in the center of what he imagines is a rush-hour casino. Almost at once, a rather dashing looking fellow leans over, and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Ah! I thought you'd never wake up...!"

--Merah: Chronicle of Smoke--

Of course, if there was a 'most violent wakeup', it's Merah's really that would take the cake! Her head still pounding from the trip, Merah's eyes snap open, as a 'KRAKA-BOOOOOM- sounds just to her left, a shower of minor debris spraying her with soot and dust! Above the sky is dark with clouds, around her the ground is black with charcoal and the smell of burning. A voice rings out to her quickly. "What th--hey! Hey, you! C'mon! We've lost! Get out of here, this way!"

[Blaze]

Blaze snaps awake at the sound of the voice and looks around, rubbing her head. Giving herself a quick patdown, she confirms that nothing happened to her while she was out. With that particular worry gone, she takes a moment to assess her surroundings, nothing that she seemed to be in a school before turning her attention to the sentient mass of wrinkles taking up most of her view.

"Er... don't suppose you would believe me if I said I was in the streets of Muffinville before being attacked by a cloud of static would you?"

[KonokoHasano]

--Chisame, Chronicle of Art--

Chisame's eyes open woozily, the light hitting her eyes in unfamiliar patterns. As she blinks up, she may see why--in the sky, the sun hangs, like always...but it is not her sun. Rather, it seems almost like...a painting of the sun. A bright, but interpretive view of the orb she's so used to--a ball of yellow that seems stained into the blue watercolor sky...She herself, once she comes fully to, will note that she seems to be laying in a field of grass...or, at least, again, someone's version thereof. Really, it feels more like she's laying on a massively thick sheet of paper, with grass and flowers painted on it...though it's not as uncomfortable as one might imagine, all things considered. What might finally rouse her fully to wakefulness, however, is the faint female shadow hanging over her, and a voice.

"A strange new creature
Body not of paint or pen
Where do you come from?"

Chisame blink blinks in confusion, staring up at the 'painting' in curiosity, finding it rather fascinating and beautiful. Moving around a bit, she noticed what she was laying on, and was rather confused by this as well. "... this is giganto weird..."

She suddenly blinks to when the shadow appears and talks. "Huh? Oh... um... I come from Muffinville! It's... like... um... a world not of paint and stuff."

[Marky]

Sam just watches, her eyes wide, as the four that she barely could see through the static...suddenly disappear.

[Mendi-chan]

*Mendo's eyes open with a start, trying to orient themselves as best they can in the midst of the chaos. Turning to the gentleman who is currently holding his shoulder he frowns*
Where am I? Who are you? And what's going on here?

[Vomica]

Instantly, the thought flies through her head What. No. This isn't right! With that the young teen moves. She's seen battle before and violence... but not since before the world. Not before she ever got transformed. Or even knew such a thing was possible. The only thing that mattered now, was survival. Bolting to her feet, or the best she can managed in her staggered condition, she stumbles towards that voice! The flecks of dirt and grim do nothing to spoil her determination, I have to get out of here. I have to find out what that... that tear was!

[Narrator]

--Chisame, Chronicle of Art--

Binking up, Chisame is greeted by a woman...or a facsimile thereof. ( http://image.lowriderarte.com/f/feature ... ressed.jpg )

"What manner of town
Could this strange 'Muffinville' be?"

The creature tilts her head susoiciously.

"...Do you work for HER?"


--Blaze, Chronicle of Magic--

As Blaze pats herself down, the wrinkles--or rather, the extremely wrinkly old woman, though sometimes it;s hard to be sure--gives her a deathglare, Blaze realizing after a moment, that all of her weapons seem...conspicuously absent. Hrn.

"Young lady! Ah am SURE your old school might have tolerated such shenanigans, but I assure you, here it is most CERTAINLY not welcome! Now, let me get you along t'class!"


--Mendo, Chronicle of Chance--

The man pats his shoulder

"Well now, that's three fine questions! You're in Honest Ed's House of Chance!"

Cracking a grin, he continues.

"As for me...I'm Honest Ed. And here...well, here's just a little bit of gambling going on..."

The man shrugs.

"But! Now, here's a question for you, boy--what's a nice piece of machinery like you doing in here, eh?"


--Merah, Chronicle of Smoke--

Dashing through the smog, Merah may feel herself cringe as a -BANG- sounds off right where she'd been only a second before! The earth...or whatever it is seems to shake around her...before, mercifully, a hand grabs hers, yanking her into, what she may recognize after a moment of disorientation, as some sot of jeep, though it's clearly on its last legs. The driver-- a woman in a cracked charred helmet ducks down, pushing her foot to the ground, car screeching as it makes its way out of the blast zone.

"What the #*&@ were you doing!?"

[KonokoHasano]

--Chisame, Chronicle of Art--

Binking up, Chisame is greeted by a woman...or a facsimile thereof. ( http://image.lowriderarte.com/f/feature ... ressed.jpg )

"What manner of town
Could this strange 'Muffinville' be?"

The creature tilts her head susoiciously.

"...Do you work for HER?"

"Oooo, Skeleton lady! You look giganto amazing and cool... if a bit creepy!" She blinks for a moment. "Ah, it's a weird place. Stuff that defies physics and everything happening all the time. Crazy people and things, destruction and restruction. Looooooots of things."

She blinks again. "Who is HER?"

[Blaze]

Blaze gives a small frown as all her weapons are gone. She feels stangely naked without them. Lighter too. Looking up at the old woman(?) she gives a nod.

"Okay... sorry ma'am."

If there's one thing she's learned, in weird situations like this, it's best to play along!

[Vomica]

Merah does her best to fit off the hysteria! Her initial impulse is just to cling to the woman, bury her face into her body, and sob. It was all so scary! But she fights that impulse. That's what her form wants her to do! ...and there is still more to be done!

She sits up straight, muscles tense, and holds onto her seat as they make their escape! The teenager looks at the woman with her filthy face and disheveled hair (Shell shocked!), and says "...I... don't... there was a rip in... and..." She winces, "...I'm here now! That's all I know! ...w-where is here...?" After a moment she adds, "...when?"

[Mendi-chan]

*Mendo raises an eyebrow at the obviously ironic name of the possible con man*
That's a question I'd very much like to answer myself... Perhaps you could help me. How far away are we from Muffinville?
*He glances around the casino style business of 'Honest Ed' and tries to scan it for any abnormalities.*
Though I suppose I should ask... how could you tell I was cybernetic?

[Narrator]

--Chisame, Chronicle of Art--

The woman--to liberally apply such a term--gives Chisame an appropriately hollow stare.

"The artist, of course!
Many months she has cursed us...
You look like her art."

The woman taps a bony finger.

--Blaze, Chronicle of Magic--

The woman's eyes crinkle into suspicious black dots...but after a moment, she shrugs.

"Alright. c'mon then, you..."

With that, she herds Blaze into a classroom, giving a nod to the woman at the front, who smile slightly.

"Ah, there you are! Would you care to introduce yourself to the class?"

--Merah, Chronicle of Smoke--

The woman only spares a second to look the girl over as the jeep -clunks- clumsily along,, every pothole--and there were a lot of potholes--causing poor Merah to nearly launch from her seat.

"Did you get your brain blasted out or something? What's your name, girl?"

Her voice is more of a clenched yell, over the sound of background explosions.

--Mendo, Chronicle of Chance--

The man gives him a quizzical expression.

"Muffin...? What, the little shantytown by the ocean? I can't see what a fine piece of machinery like you would be doing in a nowhere town like that--you're in the City of Lights."

He shifts back to the now-familiar grin, as Mendo's scan brings up...error messages! System damaged? It seems like his circuits got a bit scrambled during the...whatever that was.

"And as far as that--well, it's pretty obvious, huh?"

He motions to Mendo's shoulder...which only now he may realize is slightly sheared open, wires sparking.