Triviis

A lone, young man stood out in the fields west of the village. Rain drizzled over the moist plains. He yawned in boredom. The newcomers were just about to arrive. Anywhere from two, to sixty creations could have came, depending on the creators mood. This young man was the creator, one of the only ones to exist in a couple decades. This being went by the name False. After years of trying to create an acceptable friend, they all ended up claiming that they had to get back to their own world. This had always been the case. He's been losing hope these past years. He felt change was needed, perhaps taking them to the temple over the mountains was necessary for proper creation. False would just have to find out.

The newcomers would be scattered about the village within a mile radius of the small town. They wouldn't all be there at once, they would slowly come into view. Their outlines would slowly appear from their feet and without hurrying, seemingly, "draw" their way up until the last bit was created. Random items that the people required would also come into existence around them. For example, if they were a rifleman, the rifle would be created with them.

It was a very painful process of being created. Once something living is created, they would almost always have a headache, and be in a state of weakness, with less strength, agility, or the ability to think straight. They would get these strengths back over the period of about an hour.

Along with that, any electronic equipment created with the person would not work for a reasonable amount of time, about half an hour.

Scout was standing in Medic's lab, in front of one of the shelves, with his arms behind his back. Their next match was in less than an hour, and Scout, having already gathered his loadout for the day, Force-A-Nature, Flying Guillotine, and Sandman, was watching Medic get his things together. "Just watch," he bragged, "I'll be in and out wit their Intel all three times before dat BLU Scout's even in our base!"

Of course, there was another reason he was in Medic's lab. As he spoke, he reached behind him into one of the boxes on the shelf behind him. The one where Medic kept candy, usually given to the more friendly team members after checkups. He was about to take something when the world shimmered.

The first thing he noticed was the pain, and it was everywhere. He couldn't describe it, but at least he was used to that sort of thing. He cringed for a moment, stumbling, before he became fully aware of his surroundings. He was... Somewhere... Somewhere very far from where he had been. He looked over and saw Medic standing nearby, and said the first thing that came to mind without thinking, as usual. "Doc, if ya didn't want me ta take da candy ya could'a just said so!"

Scout blinked a few times, both in surprise and an attempt to make the world come into full focus. It wasn't quite working. When he heard Medic reply, he fully intended to answer with a scathing remark that there was only one person in the RED base who had any idea how to use magic without a spellbook. But then he saw his teammate, and dropped the idea. It was clear the Medic had experienced the same strange sort of pain that Scout had when they appeared, and despite his usual, self-centered demeanor, he knew that would be the wrong thing to say.

He attempted to walk over to Medic, who was a reasonable distance away from him. It was then that Scout realized that he had the same problem. He stumbled and narrowly avoided falling to the ground in front of Medic, choosing instead to sit down rather clumsily. He shook his head violently, which only gave him a worse headache.

"Augh..." he groaned quietly, "den what happened?" He looked around from his new spot on the ground, and decided that he definitely did not recognize the area. "And where are we?"

Scout stubbornly refused to abandon his attempts to clear his head, trying this time to simply stare at a blade of grass until it came into focus. He declared a battle with the little blade of grass, one that he would win when he could see only one of it, as opposed to two. For the moment, the grass seemed to be winning. Not that he would give up.

"I uh... I dunno," Scout answered, actually thinking for more than half a second, "I think I'll be fine..." He had been through worse, after all. Of course he had been through worse. He had died countless times, an... interesting consequence of being part of the gravel wars. He pushed that thought aside, it already being part of his daily life. He was much more worried about where they were, not to mention his ability to see. There were still a lot more blades of grass than there should be, and he intended to fix that as soon as possible.

Natsu Dragneel had both his hands behind his head and was waiting for a girl with blonde hair at a bulletin board. "C'mon, Lucy- it's your turn to pick the team's quest. If you want me to pick it, though," Natsu grinned as he pulled a paper from the top of the bulletin board, "I say we go host a pie eating contest!" "Are you stupi-" Lucy began to talk, when Natsu felt the scenery around him change and Lucy, the board with various quests for wizards, and the Fairy Tail guild disappeared.

He looked around, confused. Instead of being at Fairy Tail headquarters, Natsu was now standing in the middle of... where was he? He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "Oy, Lucy!" no reply. "Happy?! Erza! Grey, you perv, where are you guys? Time to go eat- I'm hungry!" Strangely enough, Natsu didn't seem that weak from the change in environments.

Meanwhile, Leo was at Camp Half-Blood, eating with the other Hephaestus kids. He was discussing some sort of new machine idea when suddenly the table, food, and whole camp disappeared, and he landed flat on his butt in the grass. Was this Hera's doing? Holy Hephaestus, what if he was taken to another place like what happened to Jason and Percy? Wait... he wasn't missing his memory, though. So it wasn't Hera's doing, maybe?

Leo heard someone calling for some people. He attempted to get up before dizziness along with a huge headache hit him and he fell back down on his rear. He looked up at where the voice came from. A young man with strange clothes and strange pink hair. Maybe Hypnos was haunting his dreams right now, showing him what would happen if he got a lot of gum stuck in his hair. After all, dreams for demi-gods were almost always life-like. Mostly because those dreams were real things happening somewhere else, though. Leo managed to stand up after trying again. No, this is real. He felt like he was gonna barf.

"I don't know who Lucy is," he mumbled, "But if she's hot I'll help you yell for her."

Tony Tony Chopper could bet that this was the greatest party he and his crew had ever thrown. The band of pirates always celebrated with themselves after any sort of victory. It didn't matter if they defeated a warlord or just went out to buy groceries. Chopper's captain always said that life was too short not to celebrate everything good that was happening. And that day was no exception. Nothing particularly exciting had happened, it was just another day surviving on the great sea. And surviving a whole day was a great reason to hold a party.

Everyone on the crew looked forward to the days they could just let loose with no need to be constantly on the look out for danger. There was music in the air as the ship sailed on the smooth waters. The deck was full of light, dancing, music, storytelling and laughter. Large plates of food and barrels of drink were passed from pirate to pirate, letting nothing go to waste. Even Chopper was getting into the party, standing atop his captain's head, singing along to the music playing. Ah yes, life was good.

But then Chopper started feeling this terrible pain. Of course he had been hurt before, but never right out of the blue like this. The little reindeer quickly began going over illnesses in his head, trying to think of one that started as sudden pain. But the doctor couldn't think of any. He then became ultra aware of what was going on around him, things were slowing down. He felt himself losing control of his muscles as he began to trip off the head of his captain. He could head the muffled shouts of his friends, but found himself unable to respond. He watched as the view in front of him become more and more of the floor. He knew he would eventually crash into it, or be caught. But then what?

This question wouldn't be answered right away, As Chopper found himself not on the deck of the ship but laying in grass. It wasn't like the grass that was grown on the ship, it was much longer and unkept. Chopper noted that his thoughts were normal, but his body was not. He was struggling to move without feeling rather nauseous. The young pirate would have started panicking and shouting for his friends, when he heard unfamiliar voices. Two men with strange accents conversing. They seemed to know each other, and were both complaining about their current physical state.

Unfamiliar humans always made Chopper nervous. He tried to keep as still as possible, laying a few feet away from the strangers who could very well eat him.

Ankha sat on her ancient throne made out of rocks in her small adobe. It was fairly drab and her house smelled of dust, much too dank for a queen of Egypt. She had wanted to clean it up, but everyone denied her command to fix the house. The peasants were supposed to obey the queen's orders, which no one did. Though there was one peasant that was somewhat friendly to her, Evan.

There was a light knock on the wooden door at the front of her basic square house. Ankha responded in a harsh tone, "Which peasant disturbs me now?" The door creaked open, revealing the hidden person. It was Evan.

Evan spoke with an excited voice, "Hey Ankha, guess what today is!" He held a box of some sort behind his back. Walking closer, he unveiled a gift with white wrapping paper and a green bow tying it together. It was put together sloppily.

Ankha's ears twitched up when she saw the gift, "A gift? For me?" She clapped her hands together, and stood up from her throne, "Let me guess, is it my birthday present?" She reached for the gift and took it from Evan. It was her birthday present. She enthusiastically ripped the present open, staring at what she received. She lifted it up with such joy. It was a new crown. Ankha absolutely loved this gift. "Oh my goodness, this is such a wonderful gift!" She replaced her old tiara with the new headpiece. She smiled at Evan, "You were the only one to remember my birthday, pea-" She stopped herself from calling Evan peasant, "Friend..."

Time stopped suddenly and she felt a great pain in her head. Her surroundings changed and she fell to the ground. She found herself surrounded by long grass. Ankha heard voices further away. What just happened scared her.

The battle between Scout and the blade of grass was interrupted when a whole lot of people, some of which were very odd looking, appeared all around him.  They seemed to have the same sort of headache as he did, the only difference being that some of them didn't seem to care.  He quickly came to the realization that at least two of them were holding weapons, which was probably bad.

He reached into his backpack and brought out the first thing he could get his hands on, which happened to not be the Force-A-Nature as he had hoped, but the Sandman.  He didn't bother to dig for anything else, but instead held the wooden baseball bat up defensively in front of his face.  He pushed himself back, closer to Medic.  "What da-" he muttered, "if dis is Solly's fault again..."  He pulled himself unsteadily to his feet, holding the Sandman as if he intended to hit someone with it, even though he doubted he would really be able to.

"I dunno where all you frikkin people came from," he said, trying his best to sound intimidating despite the fear creeping up on him, "but if ya would kindly stay ova der, I'd appreciate dat."  He positioned himself between the majority of people with weapons and Medic, who was still on the ground.  He knew he couldn't hold off that many people with the Sandman, especially not in his current state, but he thought they would at least think twice.  He just hoped it would be long enough that he and Medic could get out of there.

Leo looked around, confused. He was just at camp half-blood. Now he was with a bunch of other confused people. Leo grinned as he held out his hands jokingly, as if offering a hug. "Welcome to Leo Land- the place where all the pretty ladies are welco- woah," he almost fell over from a dizzy spell that came with his headache. "Okay- it's no Leo Land. I have no clue where we are," he admitted, a pained smile on his face as he massaged his forehead. After a moment, he reached into his toll belt which had somehow followed him to the area and pulled out some aspirin.

"Anyone want some?" He offered, holding out some of the painkillers.

Natsu looked at Leo with a confused face. For some reason his headache was only a slight one. "I'm good. Though I am hungry. Hey, anyone go any fire? That sounds delicious!" Some would probably give Natsu some strange looks at this, though he wouldn't know why. Eating fire was perfectly normal for someone with dragon slayer magic.

The Engineer hauled his buildings across the red base. The match was about to begin in a couple minutes. All that was left to do was set up a few sentries. He passed by the Medic's lab a couple times. He noticed some odd presence whenever he ventured in front of it. He could hear unknown voices from the lab. Curiosity would have got the best of him, but he had to ignore it since the match was about to begin in half a minute. That was when he realized that both Scout and Medic weren't even at the front lines. His sentry was up, guarding the intelligence, dispensers loaded, and teleporters spinning, when he decided to check the lab.

The Engineer pushed a door open carefully and peeked through. He called out, "Doc?" There were small indigo embers floating around the Medic's lab. He walked in, hearing voices. He heard the faint voice of a boy, "That sounds delicious!" He assumed that it was just one of Medic's spells, although it scared him. Maybe the magic did something to make Medic and Scout disappear. He didn't like Magic, it seemed too illogical.

Engineer suddenly felt a burning pain clawing in his head, an in almost and instant he appeared in a grassy area. He looked around and off in the distant fields, he saw Scout. He called out, "Scout!" Many other odd people, even one that looked like a tiny reindeer, were around him. He got up dizzily, and made his way over to his team mate. As he neared, he noticed Medic. "Doc! What happened?"

Scout whirled around to face the approaching Engineer. This turned out to be a bad plan, because his head was still spinning slightly, and he only made it worse. He stumbled for a moment before regaining his balance. He stared at Engineer for a second, shocked. "...Engi?"

He then remembered the large number of people behind him. Some of them seemed friendly, but there were still several guns pointed at him that he did not particularly like. Still, they'd be fine if- And then Medic's words sunk in. The Quick-Fix wasn't working. Great.

He desperately wanted to leave, to go collect the distant Engineer and get somewhere out of sight of all these weird people. But he wasn't sure he could. Still, it would probably be a good idea. He glanced over at Medic nervously. "Dis, uh, ain't good..." he said with a shaky voice, "maybe we should go?"

Chopper continued observing the newcomers from his spot in the grass. Only his eyes moving. Maybe if he kept up this charade he would be declared a stuffed toy. Some of these newcomers seemed unstable or dangerous and their weapons were not something Chopper wanted to be the target of. But after lying down for some time Chopper began to see flaws in his plan. One, he could be stepped on, and two if he was to be attacked suddenly he wouldn't be able to get up fast enough to dodge. Or worse he could suddenly knock himself out from getting up too quickly.

And most of the humans near him didn't seem too threatening, and were more likely to be spooked by the talking reindeer then attack him. Perhaps the final straw was when the man who said his 'ths' weirdly stated his odd device was not working. Given the shouts of another man, Chopper could only guess this guys name was doc. He wonder what it stood for.

Chopper sat up, his head wobbling with the sudden movement of the action. The first thing to do would be to get rid of his headache. Much to Choppers delight, his backpack was still with him. The reindeer pulled off the blue bag, setting it on his lap and going through it's contents. He pulled out various different herbs and berries, chewing on them and glancing around at the strange humans.

2 concealed Glock 17's, one silenced one not, and 1 Barrett M82 visible in the reflection of the window 2 stories above meaning; 1 body guard, 1 hit man and a gun collector who got in too deep. Body guard kept shooting glances up at the gun collector out of the corner of his eye, not watching the hit man. Hit man's dressed as you average pencil pushing CEO, feigning panic to distract the body guard. Mildly clever ploy but the stupid mass-hole -See, I DO know some of your useless Newtonian physics John.- can't quite wipe that smug grin off his face despite his mastery of arm flailing and voice modulation. Gun collector's watching the body guard closely, rifle pointed at the middle of my chest.

Me? I've got a fire lighter and a can of aerosol break cleaner.

"Oi, Qu'est-ce que tu vas faire avec ce génie? Nous nettoyer à la mort?"

I just laugh at this, clean him to death? No, burn you to a crisp if you keep up acting like a total idiot maybe. Although I think the hit man will get to you before I can then the gun collector to him tragically before I can stop him. After all, the hit man would have just killed the gun collectors disowned and now just recently rediscovered adopted out brother.

Now, all I have to do is push the hit man over the edge, not get shot by the body guard in the process and get the gun collector to aim his rifle at the real threat to his brother thus getting someone else to kill off the 2nd to last of Moriarty's associates, and bonus, with the disowned brother dead or severely injured by the hands of the soon-to-be dead hit man, the gun collector will panic, as he's both unaccustomed to violence and he'll be in a hurry to try and save his brother/bodyguard. No one would remember the crazy vigilante who had apparently stumbled across their little meeting to discuss the illegal transit of half the gun collectors collection to a 3rd world country in Africa, whom the 'hit man/CEO/apparent lip man' is orchestrating for some fictitious higher up/black mailer just to kill off the body guard as he's been payed to by the gun collector's gold digging stepmother who is trying to cover up her newly wed husbands past mistake by another woman lest they ruin his career as a politician. All very cliche but convenient and mildly interesting none the less.

"Que fait-il ici? Je pensais que nous échangions le drop off lieu de la prochaine boîte de pistolets et de faire avec elle! Personne ne dit rien au sujet de cette façon allié particulier étant infesté de nettoyage approvisionnement fous armés. Vous avez dit quelques junkies et peut-être prostituée ou une personne sans-abri! Pas fous échappés de l'asile d'aliénés! je reviendrai votre belle-mère quand vous pouvez fournir un endroit sûr pour la déposer sans fous autour d'agir en tant que témoins, je vais devoir imform mon patron qui a la punition est en ordre pour votre belle-mère à moins que vous obtenir ce triés maintenant!"

The hit man is yelling at the body guard who has an almost comical look of surprise, disbelief and fury on his face like some kind of cartoon character. I probably shouldn't laugh at that, might get shot by him, just because he looks like he came walking out of a Marvel Comic book doesn't mean he can't operate a gun.

"Si vous ne parlez pas la langue correctement alors vous ne devriez pas l'utiliser."

I quip back disdainfully at the hit man, taking a step closer, leveling the brake cleaner and fire lighter at his forehead, and asking more quietly so as to give the impression that the body guard wasn't supposed to hear; "The sniper in the building up there, he's going to kill his brother the second you release his step mother because he knows his brother is only associating with him to bring down his father and take about half of his inheritance away, plus, he also knows his brother is getting part of the cut from the illegal weapons sales you're conducting with his mother as payment for your killing the brother off so she can keep his cut and spend her husbands fortune before his remaining son can get it. Of course, the sniper doesn't know that last bit, but at this point he only needs you around to take the fall for him when he kills his brother."

Instantly the look of feigned fear vanishes from his stupid face, and he asks almost incredulously;

"Why should I believe you?" pulling out his silenced Glock 17 none the less.

Can't help but look incredibly smug at that, I must have done a really, really good job on the make up this time, the poor sod didn't even recognize who I was. But then again, that was the idea in wearing a T-shirt 3 sizes to big with a hideous graffiti style gorilla head printed on the front, a similarly styled orange hoodie, uncomfortable cargo pants and a massive, extremely tattered hiking backpack containing my regular clothes. Of course with the amount of wax I'd plastered all over my face trying to make myself even look like an average street runner it was a wonder that I could recognize myself in the mirror. Mostly because the only way to make sure no one could recognize me was to make myself look uglier than the rear end of a rhino. And that's by my standards, which are pretty low to say the least so to the average person -you know what, how about lets just not go there.

Anyway, back to talking.

"Because, when your boss went up on that building to talk to that Holmes fellow, and they both killed themselves, one of them was just acting."

And there it was, the look of incredulity and confusion again except this time for another reason entirely.

"Holy CENSORED. We all though he was dead for sure."

And... he draws the wrong conclusion and points the gun at the body guard and fires. I don't bother to see if its a kill shot because at the exact same instant that I'm taking a step back to avoid getting plastered with blood and brain matter when the gun collector blows the hit man's head off, a intense pain erupts from my midsection, my vision blurs and for a second I'm pretty sure that the gun collector wasn't as good of a shot as I'd originally anticipated and that I should have been another foot and a half away before provoking the hit man to attack. However when everything stops spinning and, surprise, I'm standing in the middle of a grassy field populated by what appear to be flesh and blood video game characters as well as a few of the manga variety and what looked sort of like a deer wearing a hat that was 60% larger than his/her/its body. That, and given the fact that I have a migraine and a general reduced maneuverability of all body parts leads me to believe that, yes, the sniper probably missed his initial target, and no, I'm not dead yet just having some sort of high-def hallucination and am probably really bleeding out back in that alleyway.

Chopper's chewing stopped suddenly, his eyes slowly moving to meet the eyes of the man speaking to him. He blinked a few times, swallowing the mush of medical plants in his mouth. At least his headache was going away. Or maybe it wasn't and he was just getting used to it. It took Chopper a good few moments to understand what the medic had said, having never heard that sort of accent before. It took even longer for him not to burst out laughing.

But now came the struggle of Chopper's existence. It was rather hard to explain that he was a magical, transforming, talking, blue nosed reindeer. But in the world he lived in things like that could be easily explained. But this land seemed a bit different. Maybe it was the smell of the air.

"I'm a reindeer." Chopper said, as if talking animals were perfectly normal.

The Engineer stared at all the odd creatures. They all irked him. A talking reindeer, some alien girl, and a pink haired boy, not to mention all the other odd people. He whispered to Scout after plodding over to him, "This here is why I don't like magic, son." He called out to Medic, "Lemme guess, you screwed up with your magic again?" He crossed his arms and glared at the doctor.

Leo looked around, his headache worsening by seeing a talking reindeer and other random people... another strange-hair-colored person, only this one a girl with a gun. Hot, but risky. He swallowed an aspirin and placed the rest back in his tool belt before turning to mr. Pinky (Natsu). "You want some fire... to eat? Dude, are you Hades's weird, good, clone or something?" He grinned at his own joke that wasn't that funny. Sides, the guy would be more like his dad's twin high on hyperactive sunshine."Anyways, do you mean fire like..." Leo's hand was set aflame and he threw the fire into the sky, trying to mostly show of. "...This?"

Natsu grinned, giving Leo a thumbs-up. "Perfect!" He jumped pretty high into the air and sucked in the fire, landing on the ground and chewing the flames as if they were food. He swallowed and grinned once again, "Delicious!"

Leo's hand fell to his side in shock. He thought the guy was joking when he asked about the fire. "...That was so... awesome!" he said, giving Natsu a what he thought was a well-deserved applaud. Leo then looked around, already bored. His fingers tapped against his pant leg- a problemwith him having ADHD. He walked over to the blue-haired girl, noticing her gun was broken. That was good, for him. no dead Leo is good because you know what they say- a dead Leo is a... dead Leo? He really needed to think of a better ending for his personal sayings. No matter.

"You need any help with that?" he grinned at bubble-gum-head (Jinx) and held out a hand, gesturing at her gun

Scout looked around almost wildly at the large amount of things going on.  He had seen a lot of chaos in battle, but that was usually an expected kind of chaos.  It was normal.  This?  This was not normal.  There was fire, there was a person eating fire, there was a- He didn't even know what the little thing was.  It definitely wasn't a reindeer, as it claimed.

He decided he had had enough of that, and turned to Medic, who was examining the small creature next to them.  "Alright," he grumbled, "let's go.  We're leavin'."  He grabbed Medic's arm and attempted to pull him away from the group, trusting Engineer to have enough sense to follow them.  He had no idea where they were going, but he didn't want to be there.