Butterfly Crossing

Alphonse stirred, tightening his eyes and rolling over, only to find himself bumping into something. His eyes opened, vision blurred, only to find himself curled next to another person once his eyesight had cleared.

The teen jumped up, looking around, attempting to remember what had happened. Last thing he remembered was being back home with Winry and her grandma... and then... nothing. It was as if there was one big blank spot after that. Now he appeared to be in some sort of forest, of that he was certain. Not only that, but there were others here. Some dressed stranger than others, and one that was, for lack of a better phrase, like some sort of alien robot.

"I've got to be dreaming... This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't..." and just as Alphonse prepared to get in the fetal position, a voice entered his head.

"Wait."

Well that was... strange. It was almost as if he didn't even 'hear' that. More like he had felt the words.

"Great, now I'm going insane too..."

"No. Wait for the others to awaken."

That was that. He was now in the fetal position. Hopefully whatever was going on would end soon.

Gamzee groaned and slowly rose to his feet, wobbling slightly. He looked around. Where had that weird spirograph thing taken him? Terezi told him it would get him somewhere else in his land, though the ceaseless turning of wheels and the clanging of metal against metal that was the trademark of LoWaI couldn't be heard here.

Several figures lay scattered about, one of whom was awake and curled up like a frightened grub. The troll rattled the six six-sided dice in his right hand, a weapon that he'd salvaged from his ancestor's tomb. He rolled one, the blue die clattering against the ground. A five. Gamzee kicked the die into the air and caught it in his left hand.

"Hey!" He called to Alphonse. Were the alchemist to look up, he would see a decidedly alien boy, all grey skin and bony joints, two horns sticking out of the rat's nest he called his hair.

edited 24th Aug '11 12:54:57 AM by Bindlestick

"Hey!" Alphonse heard someone call. He could only assume it was himself they were yelling at. Looking up, he saw what had to be the strangest person he had ever encountered. Or was it even a person? Gray skin, yellow and orange horns, and sharp teeth?

"Uh... Hey." Alphonse then stood up, whipping off his jacket and pants. "You wouldn't know where we are, would you?"

Gamzee stared for amoment. This... creature certainly wasn't a Troll, though it had the same general shape. But the skin was too plae, the teeth were too blunt, and it had no horns. Still, it spoke Alternian, so at least it was intelligent. "Any idea where we're at?" The gambler asked, slowly approaching the alchemist.

"Didn't I just ask... You know what, nevermind." Al then shook his head, walking over to the strange boy. Reaching out his hand, he added, "My name's Alphonse, but you can call me Al."

Gamzee tossed the five other dice into his left hand, took Alphonse's hand and shook it. Rather vigorously, in fact. "Gamzee." He replied, a stupid grin plastered on his face. Doesn't sound like any Troll name I ever heard. Looks like Lady Luck dealt this motherfucker a new hand.

Maximal Security Officer Speedor was not having a good morning. First of all, he had a lot of paperwork to file after the slew of arrests last night, and secondly, he was unable to file this paperwork because he, for some reason, was not in his comfortable office, overlooking the hustle and bustle of Cybertropolis.

"What the slag?" he said, getting to his feet. "Where am I...?"

Furthest away from the center of the group; Alphonse and Gamzee, was a man in brown robes. Soon, his consciousness began to return, as it had with the others in this predicament. He was not on the Star Forge, and he was not dueling Malak. This was more than a disturbance in the force. This was a disturbance of the force. Cautiously and defensively the man stood up, keeping a psychic hand on his first lightsaber.

A child in red, a... gamorrean, and a droid of some sort... The others were still sleeping. With swift glances he turned to each, Two large humans...two very odd looking humans...this is shaping up for something I do not like the direction of. The oddest bit that the man simply did not like... was that his Force awareness was haywire. I have a bad feeling about this...

Without a word he walked over to the droid and and gave him a quick visual scan. "If I knew... I'd tell you..." Under his breathe he muttered to the mechanical lifeform, knowing it could still pick him up on its auditory scanners... but not wanting others to. Always can trust droids... He noticed the Gammorrean and the Child seemed to the most active, but decided to remain silent.

OOC: I'll be posting more around 3 CDT, I got class.

Alphonse looked over Gamzee's shoulder and pointed, noticing the robot had awakened as well.

"I really hope he's friendly..." The teen said, gulping a bit. Sure, the kid had fought some nasty creatures and people in the past, but something as alien to him as that thing was rather intimidating.

Next he noticed the fellow in the brown robes. Alphonse hadn't even noticed that he was up before. When had he...

"Just a few more... You are all waking up rather quickly, this is good to see."

There was that freaky voice again. Where was it coming from? Al couldn't be the only one hearing it, could he? He looked around once more before turning back to Gamzee with a slight frown.

"Please tell me you heard that too."

edited 24th Aug '11 10:20:48 AM by DarkKaizer

"What the...?" said Speedor, tensing up as he looked around, actually growing to realize that he was no longer in Cybertropolis- or on Cybertron, for that matter. "What... what are you fleshy things? And where's that voice coming from?"

Gamzee looked over his shoulder to see Speedor. Looked like something Sollux would make in his spare time. The kid's arms, too. He'd have to ask him about that later. Al asked him about the voice. Gamzee quirked a brow. He'd heard it. Sounded like they knew what they were doing. He nodded.

"I heard it too." Gamzee chuckled to himself and shook his head, mostly for his own comfort than any sort of denial. "This shit's crazy, man."

Dark eyes slowly opened. Yawning, Walter kicked straight upward and backflipped onto his feet.

"I take it no one knows where the devil we are? Or what that voice is, for that matter?" He asked, looking around. He took careful note of the man with horns, having dealt with demonic creatures in the past, and the machine, as he had no idea that that level of technology even existed. That young boy's prosthetic arms were of interest as well.

He dismissed the rest as non-threatening, though he still remained cautious.

Well, at least Al knew that he wasn't the only one hearing that voice now. He also knew something else: The giant robot was pretty much having the same reaction as he did... without the crying or curling into a ball.

"Whoever you are, reveal yourself! We all want answers!" he yelled whilst turning in several different directions. He didn't know where exactly the voice was coming from, but it had to be close to them.

"In due time, child. Until the others have awakened, please, hold on a bit longer."

Alright, at least this thing was fairly polite. Still, all of this was very strange. VERY, very strange. So far the only valuable information he had learned about his situation was that, 1) the others did not seem to be violent and 2) he was nowhere near the Rockbell house.

Giving a sigh, Al finally spoke up once more, "I have a feeling today is going to be a bad one..."

edited 24th Aug '11 1:14:12 PM by DarkKaizer

"You said it," agreed Speedor, looking around. "Here I was, thinking maybe I could finish up organizing my datatrax, maybe pay a visit to the Info Core, and have a nice relaxing solar cycle off tomorrow... but here I am, in a field, with a bunch of weird people surrounding me and a disembodied voice in my processor."

"Today is going to be a laugh riot, isn't it?"

Gamzee continued to smile. "It's all what yoou make of it, bro. Jus gotta' roll with the punches." With that bit of nonsensical advice, he teurned to face Speedor. "'Sup. Name's Gamzee."

"Officer Speedor," said the Maximal, turning to shake his hand.

Gamzee shook the Maximal's hand, absentmindedly shifted the dice in his free hand. "Officer a' what?"

edited 24th Aug '11 1:38:07 PM by Bindlestick

"Where the fuck am I?"

The scarred man said, opening his eyes as he found himself on the ground. He was wearing OD BDUs with American-made boots and a tac vest with a holster for a Glock 17. A Steyr AUG A3 was found slinged on his chest as he began to get up.

"Am I not suppose to be in my room sleeping?"

"Maximal Command Security Force," said Speedor, looking at him. "You've probably never heard of it, but you might call me a bit of a big shot back on my planet."

Gamzee merely nodded and filed Speedor under the category of 'The Law' along with Eridan and the Empress. "Where you from?"

"Cybertropolis, Cybertron. You?"

The scarred man began to look around before he gripped his Steyr AUG A3.

Yup, he definitely wasn't home.

"Alternia. Ain't pretty, but it's home." He turned to see a man holding a gun, two scars marking his face. "Whoa whoa whoa. Chill We're all friends here."

Alphonse quickly began waving his hands defensively as he noticed the man who had just awoken and grabbed for his gun.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! There's no need for any of that!"

"We are almost ready to begin, if you would all please calm yourselves for but a moment. I promise you, these matters are no waste of your time." The mysterious voice called out to them once more.

"Who are you, anyways?" yelled Speedor, a little defiantly, as he fumbled for his well-worn quasar cannon. "I mean, we can't really trust you if you're not going to show yourself."