Aron had no fucking clue what was going on here, but damnit he wasn't going to be taken without a fight. Not again. "Who are you?" He demanded, golden eyes narrowed in suspicion. Well, he was going to put up as much a fight as he could. If he could just get his hands free–!
(remember your hands are tied behind your back)
(oh fuck. Let me edit that rq then)
(Just wanted to make sure things go smoothly. Tis chill)
Cicada watched in utter agony as they crept closer. She didn't know what that sound was or what that thing was, but even she could tell it went faster. She called out while glairng at them, "Who are you? Where am I? Well, more like what are you?"
Syzen was on his knees and was hurting from a fall that had just happened earlier. He looked around and realized that he wasn’t where he was before. He wanted to use Scorpio’s Antares ability to light up the dark and soon realized that he could not use his abilities.
He was a bit confused at first but then it him when he saw that his hands were tied behind him with no way to unlock them.
”Oh boy… we’re back at this again aren’t we?” he said to himself as he slowly stood up.
In another room, Noel was pacing around quite nervously. It was a weird sensation to see himself not infecting every wall he touched. It seemed… natural for once. He knew that something was wrong with his ability but he didn’t mind as much as he should. Though his hands were tied and cuffed, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t br— never mind, Noel is too weak physically to break handcuffs.
The two soldiers glanced at each other, then continued towards Satsu without a word. Both grabbed one of Satsu's arms and began to drag him towards the transport.
"Com'on, hurry up!" The soldier driving called out, popping the 'p' and thrumming they're fingers on the steering wheel. "Ya'll know I was in the middle of something when we got called out to pick up this damn charrie, so git to it!" The soldier that had called out groaned a little, and the two continued towards Aron, both grabbing onto him. They ignored his questions, pulling him towards the transport.
Finally, the transport came to a halt in front of Cicada. Two extremely bored soldiers stepped out. One even yawned as they started over to Cicada.
"You going in town tonight?" One soldier asked.
"I dunno. Maybe?" The other soldier shrugged.
One soldier stepped into the room Syzen was in, and a very familiar one at that.
"I'm surprised to see you again," soldier S said casually. "Charries don't usually return."
A soldier came barging into the room with Noel, slightly it off breath. They took a moment to collect themselves, looking Noel over once.
"Interesting indeed," they mumbled to themself.
Cicada rolled her eyes and glared at the two. Her eyes flaring up slightly, despite not having her magic it still had a large impact on her. She spoke to them in a highly sarcastic tone, "Oh yeah ignore the strange girl. Well, you two are the freaks here, not me. In your strange thingamajig."
One of the soldiers glanced at Cicada, sighing.
"Dear God, why do we always end up with the medieval, anti technology charries? I'm tired of explaining shit to them." The other soldier shrugged.
"Deal with it, Z, cause that's the way things are." Each soldier grabbed one of Cicada's arms.
Satsu happened to shrug them off. "I-I can walk on my own ya know!" 'Just follow what they say and don't cause trouble. Shouldn't be too hard right?' He sighed as he kept going, just trying to keep his head low. He hoped he wouldn't be alone.
Aron struggled as best he could, eyes narrowed and frowning. "Your machine is ancient." He complained. In his own world, the technology was far more advanced than that…thing. "It still runs on four wheels and gasoline? How quaint." a sneer poked into his voice as he masked the fear that he was going to be captured again.
"I didn't ask to be stuck with you either," Cicada snarked back. She felt fear start to rise in her chest as memories flashed through her head, but kept them quiet. She needed to watch and adapt at the moment. Given the strangeness of all of this, she could very well be in Fadul which was much more adept than Spirits was having a technological outbreak earlier on its founding along with the dessert. These people weren't like the sandy-colored elves that lived in Fadul, so she kept her voice quiet as she added on, "Or wherever we are in the first place either."
"Whatever," the soldier on the right mumbled. They continued to carry Satsu to the transport, the soldier driving pooling they're head out.
"Could you hurry up? Me and G were dealing with some stuff when we were called out!"
Oh? And what do your machines run on? Magic sunbeams?" The soldier on the left rolled their eyes.
"D, zipit. Does 'no engaging' ring a bell?" The soldier who had spoken first sighed as they lifted Aron up into the transport.
(Ooh, imma stalk)
Satsu sat on the floor and swished air in his mouth, and then he began to count down backwards from 100. In french. Taking deep breaths. He couldn't have an anxiety attack right now. So he was just using his oh-so-familiar calming methods. If only his friend Alex was here. That'd be amazing. Someone there to help him. But no. He was all alone, and had social anxiety, and he didn't even know what was happening.
"Everything will be explained when we get you to the base. Of course, by then it won't matter." The soldier who had been addressed as Z huffed, both men lifting Cicada up into the vehicle. They shut the door, the unbanned soldier banging on the back wall once. They set Cicada down on a plain bench, not very gentle with how they handled her.
"No, actually. They run on a combination of many things." Aron replied, nostrils flaring for a moment. "Not that I would expect kruz'ghul like you to understand that sort of thing. You seem more like common grunts than anything intelligent and capable of understanding that sort of thing." he was purposefully being as nasty as possible. He was actually usually rather polite.
One soldier closed the door of the vehicle, banging on the wall. Neither seemed very concerned with the fact Satsu looked to be on the edge of an anxiety attack; they both started quiet, sitting down and strapping in. There were no seat belts for Satsu.
Cicada figured they were soldiers as they were referring to some type of base. There was more precious information, but her mind wandered as to why it wouldn't matter for them to explain it to her. Her eyes quickly scanned the inside of the thing trying to find a fast exit point only to remember the last time she had tried to move. So she opted to mutter to herself while glaring harshly at them, "When I get out of these binds the two of you are so dead."
Satsu jostled along and held onto the bench tightly, and he kept counting and steady breathing. He then began to 10 things he knows for sure. "My name is Satsu. I am from Obdin. This place is fucking scary. Those guards may kill me. I have fire magic. My best friend and brother is Alex. This is probably Evelyn's fault. My favorite color is red. Faeries are bitches. I like mermen the best. I am not in Obdin." And he named these things a few more times. Eventually he was calm enough to think more clearly.
"Oo, feisty. Wonder if it's gonna end up assigned to U- that'd be interesting." The soldier on the right rolled their eyes, chuckling.
"U's already killed enough charries- I don't think they'll make that mistake again." Both soldiers set Aron down on a hard wooden plank, they themselves strapping into actual seats. One banged on the wall, and in a roar they took off, the speed of the vehicle sending Aron into the wall.
"Yeah, and I'll get elected president." The more talkative soldier chuckled, while there companion elbowed them.
"Dude, just shut up already. You're giving me a headache."
"Actually," one of the guards said, leaning forward, "you don't have for magic. At least, not anymore. And probably never again." They smiled cruelly.
"Dude, why do you have to be such an ass?"
Aron cursed at them, and let out a groan when he hit the wall. He pulled away from it, shifting around as best he could to press his back to it, eyes flicking between the two soldiers. His eyes were narrowed, his golden hair messed up.
The soldier on the right watched Aron, an amused look on their face.
"What, no witty comeback now?" They chuckled.
Cicada rolled her eyes once more. She didn't know what a president was but could figure it was someone of power and difficult to become. So this place didn't have a monarchy. That much was interesting. She scoffed, "No please keep talking. Tell me more about this military base we're going to, or am I too stupid to understand?"
"Not one you would understand." Aron retorted, nostrils flaring for a moment. He cocked his head at them. "I believe your brains are too tiny to understand it. Although you're welcome to try to, if you would like me to say it."
One soldier stepped into the room Syzen was in, and a very familiar one at that.
"I'm surprised to see you again," soldier S said casually. "Charries don't usually return."
A soldier came barging into the room with Noel, slightly it off breath. They took a moment to collect themselves, looking Noel over once.
"Interesting indeed," they mumbled to themself.
”Fantastic, you again. Where’s the other dude? Dead and gone finally?” He asked with an emotionless tone before smirking.
”I’m just kidding, he’s working in another room eh?” he asked with a small laugh.
”Wh-What’s interesting about me…” Noel asked with a shaking tone and a trembling body. He looked nervous in the presence of the man.
Already a transport could be seen making its way towards Time, the tires sending up dust as it sped towards them. It drifted to a halt, two soldiers stepping out. One looked a little shaken but tried to hide it as they both made their way over to Time.
"Who?" Was all they asked the soldiers, head tilted to the side and owlish eyes staring right at the shaken one. They didn't blink, keeping their eyes on the unsettled soldier. "I am in a new place with no recollection of how I got here."
"You are, actually. Damn charrie."
"Z, I said zip it. I'm not gonna deal with your bullshit today." The soldier rubbed their forehead, eyes closed.
"Sorry, C, I'm just having a little fun."
The soldier scowled, moving to strike Aron.
"E, that's enough. We don't want to be bringing in damaged goods, now do we? I'm not taking the fall for your temper again." The soldier put their arm out in front of E, blocking him from being able to hit Aron. Soldier E looked peeved but sat back.
Soldier S didn't seem affected by what Syzen said, but his eyes held a bit of humor.
"One can only wish. He's actually dealing with another character right now. There's a rumor going around you two have the same Author."
The soldier smirked, making his way towards Noel.
"The rumors are true. You really do share an Author with Syzen." He chuckled. "Oh, that's not good, not for either of you."
"What is it with Author's and making their characters clueless?" One soldier mumbled. The shaken soldier shrugged, obviously not wanting to be there.
"Let's just get this over with." Both made their way over to Time, each taking one of their arms. Well, the shaken soldier gingerly put their hand on Time's arm, not really wanting to touch them.
"You're going to regret thinking that," Cicada said under her breath as she rolled her eyes. They were underestimating her, fine. She would just use that to her advantage. Her only problem was they had some right since she didn't know much about this place, but that doesn't mean she was stupid. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes trying to remember what Flare had told her about other worlds. It was semi helpful when basically a god shared, or had shared, the same headspace as Cicada. Even if that god knew had no idea Cicada would someday be in this situation. Or maybe Flare had known and that's why she had told Cicada as much as she could about the existence of other worlds, though it wasn't much.