U was not used to this sort of indignity. Awakening God only knows where, awakening! He didn't even sleep! Absolutely ridiculous, completely unacceptable, and he had half a mind to vaporize whoever had had the audacity to do something so preposterous. 

What even was this place? A shop? No, worse than that, a gift shop. U was a businessman. He had no respect for gift shops, tiny huts that sold annoying plastic dinosaurs or whatever for eight times their actual value. Casually pocketing a few items with a snap of his fingers as he walked through, he opened the door, greeted with the sight of a large plaza. Lovely. 

『Violet eyes flutter open at the sound of silence, and the glare of semi-bright lights. How long had they been clocked out for? It was all a mystery really, as Yata sat up from the cold floor they must have fallen asleep or passed out on. Most likely the latter. The Tenshi stood up and stretched their arms out, everything felt tense, but it didn't occur to them until they had rubbed the sleep from their eyes that there were other people passed out around them. Creatures of all different species were literally littered around Yata, and they must of been one of them. In a panic, they jumped up and took a few steps back, wide eyes scanning over the group of passed out creatures. With hesitance, they walked over to a few, checking pulses, in case they were the only one luckily enough to make it out of whatever this was alive. Breathing a sigh of relief at the second person they had checked for pulses from, they stood up again, looking behind themselves. So what was this? A theme park? They didn't remember coming this far out, though it had been a while since they had settled down, perhaps they just weren't paying attention. 

Through a slight panic, Yata remembered something. A special medication was prescribed to them in order to control their abilities. A special medication that they couldn't seem to find. Not in it's usual pocket. Not in the other pocket. Not stashed within the small hat on their head. Nowhere in sight. With a yelp, Yata jumped backwards and away from the passed out and sleeping creatures. They didn't want anything bad to happen, not whilst they didn't have access to their medicine. However, just as they took a step back, a small, red pill dropped from their poncho. That was one of the two. But red? Were they really risking going female in a place like this? Who knew what was around the corner...! With a sigh, they picked up the pill and placed it in their mouth, and swallowing it with an expression of reluctance. Luckily, it never really made a difference regarding form, since the female form was never really well endowed. With a grimace at the thought of not being blessed with incredible lady boobs, Yata began to take a few steps away from the others, but then it did occur to them...

.. What if they weren't the first one awake?

What if there were more people? Plotting to kill the ones still asleep? Call it a bad sense of paranoia, but they suddenly felt bad leaving this group of creatures defenseless and vulnerable. They walked back towards them, leaning against the nearest wall, silently humming to themselves. They thought it'd be best to play bodyguard for now, since it was clear that no one else could do it. They'd wait until someone else was awake. Perhaps find out where they are, if any of these others would know the answer to that. It could prove to be completely fruitless, but in the end of it all, it was definitely worth a shot, and better than not trying at all.

The fourth nightmare. The second one that had struck that day. All of the others had unnerved him, led him to feel a slight pity for the others here. Aside from Ai’s, of course that one angered him, to see his partner hurt...

But then there was this one.

His.

Perched atop the roof of the Park Staff facility, away from the prying eyes of the others here, was Rho. He was crouched by the edge of the building, eyes cast off towards the night sky. As soon as they had awoken he stormed off on his own as per usual, trying not to show any signs of weakness. A few people might have spotted drops of black forming in the corners of his eyes, but he was away from company before anyone could blink.

And now?

He sat there thinking. Mulling over the past. Trying to ignore a growing pain in his chest. Fighting off the urge to cry. Out of the blue the demon slammed a fist into the brickwork, ignoring the fact the violent gesture sliced open his hand. He was a beast of hell, of destruction. Why should he still be upset over a petty human’s death? Why was he even getting emotionally invested in people now?

Had he not learnt his lesson?

Rho was toxic. Belonging to neither realm, bringing death wherever he went. If this kept up he wouldn’t be able to hide the elements of himself that he wanted to. He couldn't keep his past a mystery.

That made him angry more than anything else.

{- ♛ -} ~ Feeling himself K.O. again, Ai was concerned about whose memory was going to be shown in front of everyone trapped inside the theme park. He'd already seen someone else's the previous evening, so he knew none of this was a huge bluff. Falling into the slumber, something felt grossly familiar about this. And of course, it was familiar to him.

It was his own memory.

He hadn't seen Ronan so realistically since the night of his death, and suddenly, the fact that he mercilessly killed the man who murdered Ronan was a lot more bearable. Waking up slowly from the dream, Ai couldn't stand it. What the hell had he just been shown to be. A cold-hearted murderer. A wanted robot. What if someone there was part of the company? What if they were ready to kill him there and then.

Ai wouldn't let them kill him. He'd rather kill himself...

... Yes. He'd rather kill himself.

Without thinking, Ai jumped up, taking a hold of the pistol that usually sat inside a desk drawer. A weapon he'd never thought he'd ever have to use, let alone on himself. He ran out of his room and climbed to an exposed and accessible taller part of the theme park. Yelling about as loud as he could, Ai spoke as though he'd completely lost his mind.

       "... So.. So you've seen it, have you? You've seen a murderer, a murderer who could probably go about murdering again, since someone he loves is here. You'll... You'll probably want me dead, huh? Maybe... Maybe it's your lucky day." Shakily, the robot pressed the barrel of the pistol against his temple. "... I'm sorry.. I'm so, sorry.. But... If I'm going to die, it'll be by my own hand...!" Shutting his eyes, Ai didn't pull the trigger as of yet. 

Kain stared at the scene, even though it disturbed even himself, he couldn't help but think how delicious it all looked, it even had it's own special bowl of some sort "I have to control myself here... Can't let the creature escape now can I?" He shook his head and turned around trying to get away from the scene "Perhaps maybe a nibble on the bone?"

It was the sound of violent yelling that caught Esa’s attention, a male voice threatening the beast that controlled this pace. Instinctively they took off towards the source of the sound, cape billowing out behind them. There was no way they were going to let someone die… they’d vowed that from the start…! Maybe if they got there quickly enough it would be possible to reason with Monogriffin, pass it all off as a mistake...

But it was too late.

As they turned the corner they were met with the sight of a skeleton, and a crimson mess sliding across the ground. Sickened and shocked, they raised a hand to their mouth. They had seen plenty of death prior to this, but was it something anyone could really get used to? As the Griffin walked past, the Emissary glared at it from the corners of their eyes. This beast was a true monster… and there was nothing they could do about it right now...

Yet a hand still wavered behind their back, fingers closing around part of the shaft of their spear. They’d picked it up from their room shortly after speaking to a few people, realising how dangerous this situation was. Ignoring the others around, and the one who controlled Reverie they paced forward.

In one swift motion they pulled the spear from its sheath, extending it to its full length with a few touches of their fingers. Digging it into the ground beside the bones they dropped down to one knee, supporting their weight on the weapon. It was a gesture of respect towards the one who had passed...

Words then began to flow from their lips, prayers in various languages dancing through the air. Their tone was light, almost as if trying to put the Djinn’s soul to rest. The spear appeared to glimmer gold in time with their words, reacting to the sound of Esa’s voice. They didn’t know if the deceased male was particularly religious, or even if there was anything that they could do, but it wasn’t going to stop them.

{❋} ~ After calming down from the previous announcement, Kanra had decided to go off alone in order to have a better understanding of her surroundings. She walked along for what seemed like a few hours, before appearing at a fairly new area to her. Miasma was what was written at the top of the arch that marked the entrance, and although the place looked rather eerie on first glance, Kanra still wished to scope out the area. She didn't quite register the mist on the ground until she took a step into the area, the fog stinging at the bottom of her legs. With a small yelp, she jumped backwards, straight out of the area, her eyes widening at the very sight and the reality of what just happened dawning on her.

      ".... Nnh.. W.. What is this...?" She muttered to herself, before taking a deep breath. Feeling that she would numb to the pain, she took a step in again, the stinging feeling returning to her legs. She stood still for a moment or so, pursing her lips and taking little steps further and further into the area, the feeling of the stinging fog against bare legs becoming a little bit like pins and needles in one's foot. The Spirit Guide began to take more confident steps, walking closer to a nice set of tables. She finally made it to a set, and clambered up on top of the table to get away from the ground, before looking around herself. This place seemed really suspicious, and she was somewhat scared, but she figured she needed to know about this area the most.

The small girl took a miscalculated step forward, and as she put her weight on the foot she had stepped forward, she realised there was nothing there to actually support herself. She fell off of the table, and straight back to the ground. But upon falling onto the fog ridden floor, the stinging now shot up her legs and her arms, where she had reached out to try and block her fall, forgetting completely about the mist that had proved to be rather threatening.