Hey hey! We're back with a brand (not really new) remake of Fall For Me~
as you can see, it's called Re: Fall For Me. how original right?
Anyways, prepare yourselves.
Credit for KHR and like, 92% of the characters in this fic belong to Akira Amano, praise her little soul.
also, posted 4/24/16 so happy birthday to the bae, the bar, the bagel: Yamamoto Takeshi. you adorable dense amazing motherfucker.
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5 Years Ago
"Happy 13th birthday!" Three voices chimed in sync.
Two girls and one boy were sitting in a circle, each holding a nicely decorated box.
"It's not even your birthday Ian, why are you getting a gift?" A girl with long black hair and glasses crossed her arms.
"Screw you Vi." The only boy, apparently the aforementioned Ian, flipped the bird at the girl who just spoke, not caring for her pointed look directed at him. "It's not your birthday either." He flipped his blue hair smugly.
"Lana said it was okay for us two to have a joint birthday party." Vi reminded him and stuck her tongue out.
"Y'all need to stop fighting. Open your dang presents already. Gosh." The third girl who hadn't spoken yet, Lana, was already on the verge of using her southern accent impersonation, having enough of their argument.
Ian snickered, "'Y'all' huh? Why is it even all? There are only three of us here. 'The both of you' would've been more appropriate."
"Presents, now." Lana stressed what she previously stated. She contemplated grabbing at her shoulder length dark hair in frustration.
"Alright, alright. Thank god I got Lana this time though, she wouldn't give someone a box of spiders as a gift." Vi shuddered and gave a pointedly sharp glare at the offender.
Ian placed a hand at his chest, giving an innocent expression toward Vi. "What are you talking about? I would do no such thing. But if we're talking about bad gifts, then what about that time when my hair turned green for a month?! It wasn't even a nice shade either…"
"Children!" Lana, almost at yelling point, placed her foot down, "I said stop fighting already! Jeez…" She sighed heavily. Lana imagined this was what having toddlers was like. "On the count of three, we are going to open our presents, alright you two?"
"Ye." The squabbling pair responded at the same time.
"One…"
"Two…"
"Three!"
"Tsuna!" Lana gasped upon opening the package, "T-this Tsuna even has his own 27 mittens!"
Ian laughed as he carefully unwrapped his gift, "Looks like we each had the same idea, huh? Hello, Yama. You look nice in your Inheritance outfit."
Vi's face was dead serious as she grabbed Lana's arms in a painful grip. "I love you and I will never let my tiny Chrome go. She's adorable and I love her and everything is right with the universe."
"I'm very happy for you but can you at least let go of me?!" Lana could feel the blood circulation beginning to cut off from Vi's iron grip.
"Vi no!" The boy cried out, unable to contain his laughter as he face palmed.
"Vi yes!" The girl retorted, sticking her tongue out.
"It's too late, Ian!" Lana sighed, "It's too late."
Groaning in mock exasperation, the boy placed his palm on the girl's shoulder, "Lana, why did you give it to her? She was fine without it!"
"Well who else does she like?!" Lana retorted, waving her arms around in a flurry, "Vi loves her to death!"
"I love meganes." Vi stated with her hand on her glasses in the stereotypical anime nerd pose.
"Vi, the only meganes in this anime are Chikusa, Shoichi, Verde, Koyo, Glo Xinia, and sometimes Gokudera." Lana pointed out.
"Well, Chrome doesn't wear glasses so why do you like her?" Ian rolled his eyes.
"Because she's perfect and adorable and super strong and I love her! Bless my little heart." Vi clutched the doll to her heart.
Lana face palmed, silently regretting the present she chose for Vi.
Ian put a hand on her shoulder, comforting her. "Think of it this way. At least you didn't get her a Mur-crow plush. Then the fangirling would have been even worse."
Present Time
Setting: Manila International Airport, Philippines 1:00 PM
"It's hot…" The young lady complained, panting lightly as she pulled a dark green leather luggage, "It's too hot…!"
Stopping, the lady quickly tied her long black hair into a low ponytail, "Well that kind of beats the heat."
Glancing back up, the person breathed out, "Congrats Lana Vega, you finally made it to the airport. Now if only it wasn't too humid."
"Vi and Ian are lucky they're closer to Japan than me." She sighed out of jealousy. "I have to leave so much earlier than them." Sporting a white sleeveless halter top and jean shorts, Lana slowly made her way up to the doors.
Strangely beside the front doors was none other than a trinket vendor. Halting her flip-flop covered feet, the brown eyes hidden behind glasses sparkled.
"Handmade jewelry and knick-knacks?" Lana walked closer to take a closer look at the items. 'Are there any bargains?'
Among the souvenirs were carved wooden water buffalo and horse charms, seashell necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and rings. There were some rings with freshwater pearls, one of the most common gem souvenirs. But besides those, what was left was…
"Mood rings." She blinked in surprise. 'Now that I think about it…the cheapest ones out of these items are the mood rings.'
"Miss?" The vendor's voice snapped Lana out of her thoughts, "Do you wish to try it on? It wouldn't hurt to try and see the color of your current expression."
"O-oh…Alright I guess." She calmly picked up a ring form the table. 'I mean, it is a mood ring. Perhaps I should try to see what my mood is anyway.'
Slipping the ring onto her hand, Lana raised it up high above her head. Watching the swirls of colors change, Lana hummed, "Orange."
'Why does that color seem familiar to me? Oh, that's right. It's from—'
Before Lana could even finish the thought, a sudden poof burst forth. A puff of pink smoke left in place.
"First one complete!" The vendor cheered for himself as he put on a checkered patterned hat. "On to the scariest one," he shivered before disappearing into the shadows.
Setting: Taoyuan International Airport, Taiwan 2:00 PM
"Ms. Chang, we've arrived at the airport," announced the chauffeur as he pulled up to the curb.
A tall girl with straight black chin length hair sat in the back seat with her ankles crossed delicately, playing with her phone. She looked up at the call of her name and realized the car had stopped.
"Thank you as always, Alex, for your excellent driving. Although how many times have I asked you to call me Vi?" She grinned at her family driver as she got out of the car. The man got out of the car and removed the girl's luggage from the trunk. "Thank you again. Can I expect you to pick me up when I return?"
He tipped his hat as he got back into the car. "Of course, Ms. Chang. Your mother also wanted me to pass along a message to 'have fun in Japan with your friends and also don't spend too much money.' Do you wish for me to convey to her your reply?" He asked through the open window.
"No thanks. I can always just Line her from the lounge. Also just call me Vi already!" She pouted as she stepped away from the car. The car pulled away from the curb as the girl waved goodbye.
Purse on her shoulder, she adjusted her black leggings and ruffled lilac tank top and prepared to head into the building when suddenly an arm fell around her shoulder.
A cocky looking young guy had put his arm around her. "Well what's a fine girl like you doing here? Did I hear you say your name is Vi?" He smirked in what he assumed to be a handsome grin.
Vi spun swiftly, sunk her nails into his forearm, and watched as he flinched sharply. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" She bared her teeth and looked down on him as the pain spread through his arm. Her voice went cold. "You're lucky that I don't claw your face off right now. Get out of my sight."
Paling quickly, the man whimpered a little, nodded, and retreated.
Vi harrumphed and checked herself. She dragged her large black rolling suitcase and walked into the airport. Glancing at her watch, she realized she had more free time before her flight than she had originally scheduled. Looking around, she saw a souvenir store and decided to window shop for a while.
Entering a small bookstore, she thought it was strange there was no one in there except the shopkeeper. Shrugging the thought away, she spotted a couple of gachapon machines in the corner and approached in the hopes of getting a small gift for her friends. The nervous shopkeeper kept a careful watch over the girl, anxious about the success rate of this attempt.
Upon seeing the girl arrive at the gachapon machines, the attendant coughed lightly, catching the girl's attention, "Excuse me, miss…are you in need of assistance?"
Under his breath, he muttered, "Please say no."
Having overheard the man be so negative, the young woman grinned evilly and turned to face the man, "Why of course! Thank you for offering!"
Stepping closer, she continued, "I was wondering if you had any recommendations for presents for small children. I am searching for a suitable gift for a young child."
Panicking over the fact that she actually requested help, the clerk choked out a reply, "Well…Um…Let's see now…Well we have…Rings! Available from the gachapon machines! Children will love them, surely." Arm waving towards the gachapon section, he quickly took a couple steps away from the girl.
"Rings?" The young woman wondered if her friends would care for the item, "Hmm…Perhaps."
She briskly strode over to the machines and looked over its inadequate offerings. "Do you only have mood rings?"
The poor man whimpered in fear and nodded quickly, "Yes, I'm so sorry. Those are the only rings we have available at this time."
"I suppose they will do," she said with a huff and bent down to insert a few quarters into the slots. After twisting the knob, a purple capsule orb rolled out. Grabbing the plastic orb, the cap fell off by itself revealing a mood ring and a corresponding color chart.
"What the fucking goddamn son of a bitch piece of shit shoddy packaging right there. Takes all the fun of opening it." Muttering to herself, she rolled her eyes frustratedly and inspected the ring itself.
'A bit cheap, isn't it. Well it is a kid's toy.' She put it on her right hand middle finger, turned to the nervous, sweating man, and showed it to him. "How does this look, sir?"
The man dabbed a checkered handkerchief across his forehead, although she never saw him take it out. "It is a very nice shade of purple, miss." He gave her a nervous smile, until she turned her gaze to her finger.
"Huh, purple." She contemplated the color in silence. "Huh." And then it all went up in a thick cloud of pink smoke.
"Thank god that's over." The salesman wiped himself with an entire paper towel roll, covered head to toe in a nervous sweat. "The scariest one is done with, now onto the last one… Oh god, it's that one…"
Setting: Incheon International Airport, South Korea 3:00 PM
A tanned boy wearing a blue and yellow "Sun's Out Guns Out" tank top and a pair of cargo shorts bounced his head along to the music playing through his headphones. He took a few moments to shift his grip on his silver and white striped luggage and adjust the straps on his carry-on backpack.
Sighing slightly in relief from the heat, he began walking through the airport. "I'm glad I have the shortest flight out of all of them. They should be on their planes already."
"It's gonna be so hot and packed in Japan, this is gonna suck major dick." He groaned in semi-agony, but was still plenty excited to go sightseeing. Noticing a small booth's merchant waving at him, the only meager offering being a few odd trinkets and what looked to be jewelry, he took a few steps toward it in a quick attempt at browsing.
Maybe I could get them some souvenirs?
…
Nah. Vi doesn't deserve it. Lol. Fuck her. That's what she gets for giving me a box-ception gift last Christmas. It was empty too… Motherfucker.
He shook his head and continued past the booth. He continued past a few other stalls, only to see yet another booth a few feet away from him. He stopped in his place and looked at it suspiciously. "I could've sworn that's the same booth from…" He turned to look back and was greeted with the booth in the same spot as he had passed it.
"…What the fuck." He did a double take, looking back and forth between the two spots. They looked exactly the same. Even the same merchant with his silly hat growing increasingly tired and drenched in sweat.
He sighed and continued past the stalls, turning up the volume on his headset. A few more steps and he could see, yet another booth, run by the same man wearing the same colors and selling the same wares, set up directly in the middle of the walkway and taking up almost all of the space.
Not even bothering to stop, he moved past the booth that was crowding where he was walking to. Taking an escalator up to the food court, he was greeted by the same man crawling on the floor, his wares scattered about him.
The teen slipped his headphones off onto his neck and approached the booth if you could even call it that anymore. Glancing around at the wares, he sighed. "All jewelry. How lame. Wearing things like that would be a double edged sword in a fight."
He began to turn away, however, the merchant called out to him, "You don't have to wear them forever. Short periods of time can do just as well. Mood rings are quick little things and are just as interesting as fortune telling, if you'd like to try one on?"
"Mood rings? They never seemed to work for me. So no thanks." Ian was beginning to feel really weirded out by the salesman and began walking away again.
Only to be stopped by the guy, who seemed to be pitifully crawling towards Ian with an outstretched arm. "No please wait!"
Staring at the oncoming dude with abject horror, Ian felt his body move a few steps back on instinct. "Dude what's your deal? Leave me alone, I don't want to buy your rings!"
The salesman's eyes gleamed with a strange light. "But you must! It is absolutely paramount that you take one!" Quickly scrambling to his feet, faster than Ian could react, he plunked a ring onto Ian's open palm, with a look that promised a never ending haunt if Ian didn't try the ring on.
At this point, Ian was really freaked out at this man's behavior. It made no sense for that man to make Ian put the ring on. Unless he was like one of those super pushy shopkeepers, but even then, to push his product onto Ian? Terrifying. There was a second when Ian thought that he should call the cops on him, but that thought quickly disappeared when he took a good look at the ring. Leaving his luggage standing alone, he placed the ring on his left index finger and watched the color slowly change to blue. "There, are you happy? I put it on." Taking another closer look at the color, he felt a strange sense of calm. "Figures. It always seems to be blue for me. Oh well—"
Without even finishing his sentence, a loud "poof" was heard, and a pink cloud took the place of where the boy had been standing, luggage and all. Once the cloud had cleared, the merchant gave a relieved sigh and clapped his hands together with a smile. "Oh thank god that was the last one! Time to close up shop and report back."
In an unknown location…
In a warmly lit room that looked very similar to a stereotypical living room, three clouds of smoke appeared around a table simultaneously.
"Oof…"
"What the actual fuck."
"That goddamn merchant…"
Once the smoke cleared, the trio looked around and were shocked to see each other staring back from across the table.
"Vi and Ian?!" Lana's voice practically croaked upon seeing the two familiar friends, "I…I thought you guys were heading to your respective airports for Japan like we planned?"
"Yooooooo wassup. I do think that shitty merchant had something to do with it. I got a ring from him and now I'm here." Ian shrugged and rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, showing the ring on his other hand.
"Same, except I got a ring from a gachapon machine. I am in pain." Rubbing the seat of her leggings, Vi opened her fist to reveal an empty capsule as well as a mood ring on her finger.
Lana raised her hand to reveal the ring, "This is starting to get weird now. Better yet, what're we going to do now?"
Vi grabbed the note sitting on the table, "Look a note!"
"Gee I wonder what it is." Ian drawled with a roll of his eyes.
Upon reading the note, the trio mumbled out loud what was written neatly on the piece of paper.
Welcome~
I have decided to start a new game, and I have chosen you three as my new players. As you would call it in your world, think of this as your tutorial. I have left personal tutors there with you, who can be identified by their pink hair and masks, so take your time to learn how to fight and use the power of the rings. I will meet you once you are done. If, and only if, you win the game, you may go home. Until then, have fun learning the ways of this world.
-Checkerface
Looking around, the trio found that there were suddenly three females with pink hair and black masks who were waiting for them.
"Thank you for waiting. We are the Cervello organization, serving directly under Checkerface. No more and no less. In this room of warped time and space, we'll serve as your training instructors." The three women said at the same time.
"Before we begin, please allow us to make one small change to the rings you currently have." Taking a step forward to the three, they took the hands bearing the mood rings. Within their clasped hands, light shone from between the gaps as the mood rings on each of the young adults morphed into something else.
Rings embedded with gems corresponding to the color of what their mood rings were. Orange, Blue, and Indigo.
"What…?" Lana gaped at the sudden change in the rings appearances, "An orange gem ring?"
Holding his hand up to observe the new look, Ian whistles, "Sweet ring. Much better than a mood ring. And it's still blue. Excellent. Egg-cellent. Heh."
"Is this real silver? This is much better quality than the shoddy plastic of the mood ring." Vi brought her hand closer to her face and grinned. "I wonder how much it's worth."
Snapping her thoughts back to their current situation, Lana addressed the mysterious trio who changed the items they just received. "Excuse me, but is Checkerface the one who pulled us in here?" It seemed odd that a man with the power to bring them to a mysterious place would send proxies instead of meeting them directly.
"That is correct. As we stated before, we are the Cervello, serving directly under Checkerface in order to aid you in your training. He will meet you when you are done."
"I see." Lana mumbled to the other two, "Hey, um…do you guys find their names familiar or something? I can't seem to put my finger on it."
"Yeah it does seem familiar in some sort… But from where?" Ian glanced wearily at the posse of masked, pink-haired women.
Vi shook her head, "Nothing comes to mind. Although, it sounds kind of Italian, don't you think?"
With a snap of their fingers, three weapons appeared in the masked women's arms. This surprised the heck out of the trio. After getting over their initial shock, they looked at each other, confused as to how the women did that.
The one standing before Lana held a white crossbow with the body shape of a pistol, and to her it seemed a bit too heavy for the masked lady to carry. However once the Cervello handed it to her anyway, but the unexpected weight of the weapon almost sent Lana to the nonexistent floor, "Heavy…"
She wondered as to how the lady was able to hold this in the first place, since she could barely even carry it as the masked being did.
"Theodore! How did you get him?" He snatched the modified, steel-reinforced bamboo quarterstaff away from the Cervello struggling to holding it vertically and gave her a suspicious glare. Through his modifications, one was for portability, so Ian twisted the staff slightly, allowing it to shrink into itself lengthwise, saving space.
The remaining Cervello handed over a thicker-than-average pink ruler with a slit in one edge. "Oh? What the hell is this?" Examining the offered gift, Vi waved the ruler around, until it opened to reveal a hidden galaxy-decorated blade. "Oh my god, it's like a folding knife, but with a damn machete."
One of the Cervello spoke up. "Now that you three have received your respective weapons…let the individual training begin."
One could say earning free self defense training would be great. However the trio had no clue as to why they would need training in the first place. Getting transported into an unknown area practically with nothing in it except them, the Cervello, possibly this supposed Checkerface, and a table did nothing to help them understand their current situation. Nonetheless, the pink-haired women made them practice their given weapons and rings until they were satisfied with the trio's progress.
"You need to hold like this." The Cervello helped fix Lana's posture in holding the pistol-like crossbow. With the end touching the clavicle edge of Lana's shoulder, the position of the weapon made it feel as if she were using a rifle. Lana's hand visibly trembled as her finger tapped lightly onto the trigger.
"B-But…I never used a firearm in my life!" Lana grimaced at the pressure of using this particular weapon due to it having a recoil effect upon shooting the arrows. Just after one shot of an arrow, a punch from the body of the crossbow returned. It seemed painful enough as is. Though once the Cervello started teaching her about the purpose of the orange gem ring, t seemed easier on Lana's means compared to handling the firearm.
"You must focus your resolve on this ring." At first, Lana found it weird for the Cervello to mention it. She wasn't really sure about her resolve in truth, but one thing was for sure. Lana wanted to find out the outcome of this supposed training in the first place. 'Why were we chosen in particular? Why do we have to undergo training? Who in the world was this Checkerface? Who are the Cervello? Why did both of those names sound familiar to me when I can't even recall a single thing? What in the world was the game Checkerface was proposing to the three of us?' These questions continued to fuel her resolve, leading Lana to feel something warm envelope her hand. Although she had to admit, the orange flame dancing atop of the ring she wore seemed like a spectacular sight. "What a pretty hue…" She breathed in admiration of the singular color.
As for Ian, his parents, a doctor and a police chief, had already taught him everything he needed to know about self-defense and fighting. They were also the ones who gifted him with his quarterstaff as a birthday gift. A self-defense training session with the Cervello was quickly deemed unnecessary, as he quickly blew past the training exercises with ease. Demolishing the training dummy was no sweat, and it gave him a chance to refresh his muscle memory and try out different methods as well. Using the ring however, was a far more difficult task.
'"Focus your resolve" was what they said, but what was your resolve supposed to be focused on? Survival? Exploration? Winning 'the game'?' Their explanation, Ian thought, was complete bullshit. Instead, he took it as focusing his body's energy, his 'ki' or whatever the term was, into a single point: the gem on the ring on his finger. Closing his eyes in concentration, he extended his left hand in front of him, grasped his wrist with his right hand, and drove his focus towards the tips of his fingers. A deep breath…A coil of tension settled in his stomach… Inhale…He could feel his body temperature rise to a comforting warmth…Exhale… His hand began to tingle and tremble slightly… Ian opened his eyes to see his ring alight with a dancing bright blue flame and whispered to himself with a smile, "There we go."
Now as for Vi, she was having the thrill of a lifetime as she stabbed, mutilated, and chucked her newly acquired sharp blade into the straw dummy. In the real world, she kept herself in prime health, running daily and keeping up with a self defense class. She had a lot of frustration to work out from this entire situation. She had too many questions about everything but it was obvious that the Cervello weren't going to spill anything. So she might as well get the most out of their mandatory training lessons.
Suddenly she remembered something she saw from an action movie. She mentally calculated the move and decided it would be really damn neat if she succeeded. After she propped up a standing dummy, she stood in front of it, appraising it. Abruptly, she spun slightly, kicked her left leg at its face, then simultaneously brought her left leg down and right arm up. The momentum caused her machete to swing faster and it completely beheaded the poor straw dummy. It made the Cervello instructing her on the said weapon feel slightly wary of the Indigo-ring wielder.
"Ahaha!" Vi stood back and laughed haughtily at her new accomplishment.
Feeling like her physical skill was pretty good, she decided to focus on the part she was dreading: lighting the ring. She watched as Lana and Ian both lit their rings and felt frustrated. The indigo flame flickered in and out as Vi tried to focus her resolve onto the flame, until a burst of anger and frustration made her to throw the knife at the now headless dummy. Many things happened at once. The ring lit up, the weapon vanished in midair, and a hole appeared in the center of the dummy's chest. Vi straightened up in surprise, mouth open. Her sudden change of emotion caused the ring to go out and the knife reappeared, with the blade tip showing in the middle of the dummy's back.
In the background, the Cervello wondered if she should congratulate Vi or not, on her accidental victory.
Little did the trio know, as soon as they had entered the space, the person known as Checkerface had quickly begun stealing most of their memories concerning a particular universe. Only leaving the bits and pieces they treasured most was all that was left. Converting these stolen memories into tangible crystallized shards, Checkerface turned those shattered memories into the crystallized center for their rings to help awaken the trio's dormant power.
Each ring held a symbol in the center. A star within a pale yellow crystal. A crescent moon in the middle of a pure white crystal. Finally swirls representing the formless wind centralized in a silvery crystal.
The star, a constant symbol of light and guidance, gently helping those who need it. Its light, while numerous and prevalent, can easily be hidden, can collapse on itself with too much stress, and can be lost if you take your attention away for even a second. The moon is a mixed symbol, waxing and waning, shedding light on things in the open and obscuring things hidden in the shadows. It hangs overhead, pulling and pushing, a mysterious presence that can mystify, yet undergoes phases that, once they are understood, are reliable. The wind, fickle and restless, is sporadic. It is neither constant, nor at a standstill, yet it can be everything in between, a gentle support, a harsh scythe, a hot suffocating nothingness, or a cold breath-stealing storm.
Both the stars and moon are a constant presence in the sky, even if they are not always visible. The wind however, doesn't belong to either the sky or the earth, remaining more in limbo of the two, but can still make visible changes to both with enough effort.
Checkerface grinned in amusement of the crystal rings held in his grasp, "What a curious set of personalities…I wonder as to how they met?"
With the rings finally done, Checkerface turned his attention to the room holding the three individuals whose training seemed to be wrapping up nicely.
The aforementioned individuals were exhausted with learning something of which they, mostly Lana and Vi, wouldn't think of using in their lives.
"Is this enough?" Lana questioned the Cervello who tutored her, "Are we finally going to meet this supposed person you've mentioned from before?"
"Yeah," Ian agreed, rhythmically swinging his staff in circles, "Where is this supposed man that we're supposed to meet?"
"Come on, let's get this show on the road." Vi bounced on the balls of her feet and flipped her knife open and closed repeatedly. "Is he waiting for a formal invitation?"
The sound of a door opening made the three of them turn their heads to it. A tall man wearing a checkered-pattern hat and mask covering the upper part of his face stepped through into the room. Compared to the trio, he was dressed in a fancy suit ready to state his business. However the hat and mask kind of killed the image.
"Hello. You can call me Checkerface."
"Yeah no shit." Ian grumbled.
"Ian." Lana sent Ian a displeased look before returning her gaze at Checkerface, "You can continue."
Ian gave Lana a look and a rather vulgar motion that pretty much said, 'you can suck it'.
Undaunted by the interruption, he continued, "Congratulations on finishing the tutorial for the game, but I would also like you to think of it as a trial. There will be many more trials in the game to come that you must overcome in order to win. But like any good game, the tutorial would not just leave you finishing the tutorial and thrust you into the game play without some kind of support."
He paused, handing each of the trio a ring of a different color and gem from those they already had. "I have created these to be your primary ring flames, as they more directly correspond with your soul and mind and would thusly react more strongly to your desires and resolve. I'll explain a little more on your individual flames after I finish explaining the rules." It went without saying, of course, that he wouldn't even consider telling them how he made the rings.
"Finally, like every game, there must be rules. First and foremost, I'm sure you will have some knowledge of this world. That knowledge cannot be shared with any of the other characters, and none of you can majorly change the timeline. There is a story to be told after all, it wouldn't be good if the players could change it at their will, now would it?"
"Secondly, say nothing about your true selves and how you came to be in their world. We cannot have confusion and panic about our newly introduced characters. Third—" Checkerface paused, noticing a raised hand from Vi, "Yes?"
"Yes I have a question. Or more like multiple questions? First, where the fuck are we and what the fuck is happening? The knife was cool and all but I have shit to go back to. Like are you going to refund my airplane ticket since I've probably missed my flight? Is this some parallel universe or a completely different universe? You just magicked us into this world with some cheap jewelry, didn't you? Who the fuck are you, a god or something? What exactly is this game of yours and why did we get chosen? What are the rules of the game? What's the objective? How do we win? Why is my hand on fire but I don't feel anything? Like what's the whole physics behind this? Why did I get a ruler and Lana has a badass crossbow gun? That's unfair, don't you think? I mean I could probably handle a regular gun or something." Vi ranted, voice escalating as she stared down Checkerface.
"Yeah that's cool and all but how did you get Theodore? He was in my bag, which is nowhere to be seen here." Ian looked at Checkerface suspiciously.
"Who the fuck is Theodore? Where's my luggage? I had my DS in there!" Vi waved her hands in the air, looking frantic.
Lana sighed, pinching bridge of her nose, but at the same time, wondered about her own DS. She was in the middle of finishing the last parts of her most recent rpg video game and had yet to know the ending of its storyline.
"…You all seem to have many questions." Checkerface dreaded the thought of answering any of their questions and simply decided that he wouldn't, "They will be answered in due time. Let the game begin."
*POOF*
heheheh. we are picking up the pace, and throwing it like a skipping stone.