Welcome to Edensphere...

[distant_dragon]

Characters: Fugue fugue_angel, Drake onyx_drake, Russia/Vodka kolkolkolkolkol, Ofdensen/John robotic_butler, Sanzo/Ray kokushi_musou
Location: Casino floor, Caesars Palace
Date/Time: Morning, November 29
Rating: PG-13. I can't imagine Sanzo's language will be clean.
Summary: An assload of people show up in Edensphere, and Drake has hauled his boss out of hiding to greet them.

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[kokushi_musou]

First was that goo, then he realized he was fully naked, and then paintballs. What's next, rainbows and unicorns? Despite that he was starting to feel very uncomfortable (and embarassed) at his current situation, he tried his best not to conceal it. He did look, however, very very very irritated.

"Born? Edensphere? What the hell are you talking about?" It was not a question, but rather a demand. He was - obviously - completely ignoring the other two who seemed to experience the same thing he did. One he could understand completely, while the other one seemed talking rubbish.

How weird is this place?!

[robotic_butler]

Blinking, the man rubbed his eyes in another attempt to see his surroundings, though they didn't come in any clearer. He could at least make out that people surrounded him, even if the details were a bit fuzzy.

Pushing himself to his feet, he shuddered in response to a chill and realized he was naked. He didn't appear the least bit phased. "Could I, ah, get a towel or something to cover with?"

Born in Edensphere... That told him nothing. And he wondered what happened to... oh, it was a dream.

[kolkolkolkolkol]

A few brightly coloured splotches whizzed past, exploding as soon as they made contact with the floor. He looked at them for a moment in confusion before losing interest and again redirecting his attention to the individuals around him.

"I don't really understand your meaning as to what's going on... Is it English only?"

[fugue_angel]

Oof! That shot to the butt... Gaaahhhh, he'd have to return-fire later (and hope to land at least one shot). Fugue gave a huff before continuing, "It's true. You were just born, just hatched from a cocoon, like the others nearby."

He motioned at some cocoons -those oblong misshapen things around and about the place- while slowly approaching. Nothing said 'I come in peace' more than a man geared up with a gun and militia-wear, and one could never tell what newborns might get ready to do. Nevertheless, he made sure to carefully set before them the usual bundles of provisions, towels conveniently placed on top, and clothing just under it. "Have some clothing. There are some other supplies that you'll be needing now that you're here."

Ever helpful as usual, that Fugue.

[distant_dragon]

Yeah yeah yeah good luck there, Fugue. Drake was about twenty times faster than you on a good day. Hard to hit a target when it could flicker out of sight in no time flat. Sorry about that one, Fugue. Never try to out-ninja a ninja. Drake reloaded his gun, smirking, before giving a very longsuffering sigh. God. Fugue was never any help.

"Edensphere. Big-ass tree in a big-ass glass globe. No memories except for that dream so hang onto that. And now pick a name for yourselves, unless you want me to be calling you 'hey you'." He rolled his eyes. "I'm Drake, he's Fugue, I'm the guard captain, he's a greeter." And seriously, not the best of one.

"There's rifles and stuff around right now because of this paintball thing, but -- well. Names, please?" He eyed them expectantly before blinking at the foreign-speaking one. "Uh...since I have no idea what the hell you just said I'll take that as a 'yes'."