god of destruction in a bartender suit

“ … !! “

Her eyes widened the moment she had registered her surroundings. The castle-esque atmosphere of her previous location had disappeared, red clad servant on the other side as her legs shook in betrayal, anger, and perhaps with a trust between servant and master broken. She could’ve sworn her fists were shaking, yet her expression stayed as strong as it did when she had arrived in the confrontation that would determine the winner of the battle, but better, the war.

Within the confines of the rows of books (a library .. but why a library?), she lay in the middle of the aisle, black locks in a disarray were on the wooden floor, her fingers curling into her palm slightly as she sat up. She huffed lightly, eyes concentrated on her feet. All the momentum gathered from before, the swell of emotions and perhaps the near close to break in her demeanor had vanished. Hand reached her face, covering her mouth as she thought nervously.

And then it hit her. When she had been pulled, struggling, yelling for some kind of help, but when the words escaped she was already too gone to have a hand grasp hers. She then asked aloud, specifically to herself, with mild alarm and realization.

"I don't think any of us knows where we are." Shizuo hated it but was kind of glad he wasn't the only one who was stuck here for no good reason whatsoever--it at least would say that Izaya was not behind it... and probably even had been pulled into it himself.

At least he was out of Ikebukuro. Now the only thing waiting for him back there would be his job.

"Calm down. You were probably just kidnapped, is all." Shizuo there is no way you could say that so calmly yourself and tell another to keep calm--especially with the material of what you're saying. Shizuo gives her a glance before continuing. It was the hard truth and at least she earned to hear it, no matter how distressed she was. I mean, he was just as irritated about the whole situation. There was no optimism about it in his mind. "There's no transportation out of this place--unless you want to walk, maybe.

Shizuo had looked for one, even a goddamn carriage would have been a fair ride out of there, but alas, there was none. No one even had any cars. Or horses for that matter. Even if Shizuo had no clue how to ride one of them.

“Anyone who tries to show me their ‘hot rod’ will get a fist to the face.”

“I said mind your own business, you stupid blond.” Whoa, whoa there buddy, learn to watch you mouth.

"I heard you."

Stupid blond, huh? The bleached hair was more of a sign that you shouldn't mess with the guy.

The children sure were brave these days. Or had half a brain. There was that, too.

That meant he was an enemy.

"...Hm?"

Oh man, look at that menacing glare, Gokudera.

Nope.

That was, however, until she had witnessed the sighting of a street lamp being uprooted from the concrete bellow her feet.

The young girl’s lips formed into an ‘o’ as her entire being bubbled with excitement. It was rare to see something such as this! In fact, she had never seen something like this before, even while she had been surrounded by those that had abilities that were not in fact very normal in themselves.

“Wow!”

Without a single sense of hesitance, the young Baskerville approached the male who had caused already this much damage in this world. With every part of her being not at all being unafraid of the blond, the ginger haired girl remained having her childish expression.

Whatever this girl had, any intelligence at all, was probably not even there--anyone with common sense would have turned and ran away at the fight of this guy tearing shit out of the ground, bare hands and all, breaking it in complete two. He even had a piece of rubble of the town still held over his head--and regardless, her happy expression still remained, as she was  practically bouncing. He could have hurt her--in fact, he was almost about to, as he heard her, but he stopped twice and tried to freeze in his spot. Was she an idiot?

The guy had gotten better at controlling his own power to be able to keep people from getting hurt. People like Akane, he had been able to use his strength with such precision to save her--even if she was the one in the first place who had tried to hurt him by using a high voltage tazer on him. Like Vorona, whom he had completely ignored Izaya for, to make sure she was okay. But it wasn't exactly perfect.

In the least, he wasn't bound to pick fights with little kids. Even if he was still pretty angry. So what if he was strong? It wasn't something to admire.

So he looked down at her. Studying her. He dropped the broken pillar to the ground beside them suddenly. And she still didn't budge an inch. Nor did she make any hesitant expressions. It was all just a smile. There was a pause in him before he said anything in response to the little girl. Just... well. All in all, this was a response that he had never gotten before. He wanted to chastise her for being so warm and oblivious to the danger of being near him.

Where were her parents, because he needed to have a word with 'em for raising this kid wrong.

Perhaps it was fortunate on his part, that he’d been tossed into this unknown realm. It was certainly better than the fate he’d have met back in Asgard. There were so many potentially brutal punishments that could be given to him; such as having his lips sewn shut, he was almost sure that was the punishment that the Allfather would subject him to. However, some strange force had prevented that and brought him here; one would recommend that he be grateful and act humble, but that was not an option for Loki.

He would dominate this realm.

His eyes met with a blond, who looked like he’d come straight from Midgard. He seemed quite nonchalant, perhaps he was more familiar with this realm; this stranger didn’t seem alarmed, and looked as though he was trying to get comfortable in this area. Approaching the blond Midgardian, the demigod gestured toward the seemingly abandoned area.

"Haaa...?"

This guy was really strange. That wording caught Shizuo a bit off guard. If 'realm' didn't really catch his attention, it would be the fact that he had also just arrived moments ago. And that there was no one else here. What would this guy have to do with Izaya? Nah, this guy...

He seemed more like he was from a rennaisance fair.

"Realm?"

On top of that, was he Buddhist?

...Not that it really mattered to him. He just studied the other man, who appeared to be no threat. But furthermore, he probably would not be of any use in providing info. Especially of their whereabouts.

"--I'm pretty sure this is earth."

There would have been a note of sarcasm in most people's voices, but Shizuo had a pretty serious tone. This, after all, was a pretty serious situation that they were in...

...As he noticed the brand on him. It was put on people for all to see, here in Pandora. Shizuo hadn't even noticed it on himself yet. In fact, this really was the first thing to notice about the whole thing. ...'Wrath', huh. At least Shizuo and Loki had something in common.

What was going on? The pinkette’s eyes twitched opened, and she slowly picked her body up. Her eyes gazed over the area; nothing looked familiar. This wasn’t her world; her world was one of decay and ruin. How had she gotten here?

“Casshern….”

Her voice was a whisper; she was hoping he was there with her. She turned her head to see if maybe he was somewhere close by. 

“Ringo!?”

Her voice was becoming frantic, and she took off running. Maybe they were somewhere around here. Somewhere! They had to be! She kept running faster, it was as if she was trying to run away from the truth. They weren’t here, and she knew that. 

After awhile she stopped her running, and let her head fall slightly. It was useless. Lyuze took a few moments to calm herself and shake her head of the thoughts of what had happened to them. Right now all she could do is search for answers. There had to be someone around here…right? She pulled up her hood and began her search for any type of life. 

He had found himself in the Town Square. Well, that was a start--finding the center of the town, and go from there. Why the hell was this place so confusing? Why was he even here in the first place? Furthermore, how did he fucking get here!?

There was only one answer to that.

Izaya---

He was fuming, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, looking very ready to just pummel on the fountain. (There is something oddly infuriating about fountains subconsciously so oh-- no not really.)

So in Lyuze's search, she would find someone that did not look very happy at all. In fact, they might look very scary, indeed.

Loki wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten here.

The last thing he remembered was being taken to Asgard to face punishment; he’d wreaked havoc on Midgard — otherwise, Earth — and expected that he would become king afterward. However, a group of bothersome humans had foiled his plans.. But, he found himself in what looked similar to a Midgardian town. It nearly caused the demigod to snicker in amusement, who would send him back to the place that he aimed to destroy? However, this area had a different air to it; thislookedlike Midgard, but it wasn’t a realm that the ravenette was familiar with.

That came was quite a shock to Loki; he’d explored realms that humans and gods alike couldn’t even dream of, butthiswas different. There certainly seemed to be life, wherever this was. As usual, the demigod would treat said life as though it were below filth; he found himself to be the higher being, in any case. Perhaps he would plan to rule over this realm, as he did to Midgard.

However, the first step was to lay eyes on his future subjects. The God of Mischief strode forward, emerald optics scanning over several buildings as he searched for any other beings.

In walking around (or rather, after getting thoroughly pissed and breaking things in another area), he was bound to try to find himself out of here. It was dead silent, something that he kind of found eerie more than comforting. He had lit a cigarette for himself--that was something most familiar and comforting at this point other than his own clothes on his body. 

Hearing Loki's voice, telling Shizuo to show himself, he perked up a little bit at the sound of another person's voice. He turned, and sauntered around the corner in response, showing himself to Loki. Was he in trouble for something already?

Shizuo took a puff of his cigarette before taking it from his mouth, blowing out the smoke from his lungs leisurely before speaking. It is going to suck for Loki, as his apparent first subject (or at least now, he would be among his first subjects) is Heiwajima Shizuo--not someone who is bound to be ruled at all by you. 

...Should I handfeed it to you?

That'll be your damn mistake.