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A bright light flashed in Misaka’s eyes, and before she knew it she was on the sidewalk of Hive City. Her hair blew in the wind as she looked left and right as if trying to find a familiar face, or even anyone in Judgement, yet no one was found.

She shook her head and thought to herself: “No, of course none of them are here, I’m in a completely different place. Not to mention it’s all fake anyways.”

She sighed, and looked around once more. Despite her city life back home, she was quite intimidated by it all. All the people, all the new buildings and structures. She couldn’t help but feel alone, and even some sort scared.

“Tch.”

She huffed and started to walk down the sidewalk, following other people blindly without caring where she was going. She knew she needed to see this as home now.

She approached what seemed to be a friendly face, standing by with their back to the wall comfortably. She cleared her throat and stood tall with a smile as she approached.

“Hello there, I could use some help. Do you have a moment?”

The young warlock stumbled out of the building, still having so many questions to ask. What did that man on the wall want? What did he mean? How on earth was he on the wall to begin with? He concluded that it must be the work of magic of the highest caliber, there was no other explanation that made sense to him.

He looked down to his hand and saw that the Sidhe staff he had been carrying had been replaced with a normal wooden staff. Nothing spectacular about it, he wasn't even sure it would be able to channel his magic. But he had very little in this world, and he wasn't going to give it up. "That person said I was from another Universe, could there really be more than one..." Saying his thoughts aloud helped him try and deal with what was going on. "What of Arthur, Gaius, Gwen... Where are they? Were they brought here as well?" He attempted to go back into the door that he had just left to try and find them, but it was sealed so tightly that he couldn't budge it even the slightest. "Well I must do what I can to survive. Lets see what this sign says."

"What kind of weapon is this? A dreidel? I can already tell my powers have been reduced significantly after being brought here..  Though I don't see myself finding my father any time soon" Though maybe this was better than home. The lack of his father meant he could practically anything.

Though in his mind he could tell his powers only worked three times a day.

People were approaching them, , just who the hell were they.

Chrono was, of course, the first of the two to wake. It was always like this, and it would probably always be like this. The white room was blinding to wake up to, while Rosette snored away. His red eyes were fixated upon the televised screen, wondering how they got such a small.. Man into this box, He found himself talking back to the man. Confused. Rosette and him had been pulled from the early 1920's, having no hands on experience of this type of technology.

After blinking when the man on the box disappeared, Chrono looked to his partner, Rosette, who had STILL been sleeping though this..

“Rosette...” The small figured boy leaned his face closer to the blonde snoring girl. “Wakie wakie~” He chimed. Smiling...Then sighed lightly.

Chrono was in his form of a young teenager, petite in size, violet bangs cascading down his cheeks, the rest of his hair pulled back into a long braid that nearly touched the back of his knees, Rosette had always braided his hair for him. At the end was a yellow bow. He wore a red jacket that flowed out into 5 cut separations in the back. He covered himself entirely. The only skin showing was his face, Even though he wore a red headband to cover up his forehead.