#pp open

"Where am I? Did I finally reach hell?"

The answer was no, he hadn't reached there yet. This place was far too lively of a paradise to be the hell that he searched for. However, at the same time he could not call it one, as the festive lights eerily glowed and danced in the darkness.

He heard laughter, but it wasn't the kind he was used to. The laughter he had learned and embraced was left behind, probably never to return. But this kind of laughter right now, was haunting and immersed his body with cold.

Straggling himself in the dim darkness, the ninja sighed and darted his eyes to survey his new environment. So many questions filled his mind, and though he used to being alone, the white-haired male, couldn't help but want a person to answer them for him.

Why was he here?

They were joking, right?

He repeated the question in his head, over and over again as he was in the elevator, there was no way that could happen.

Sure, the idea of slaying a dragon sounded fun, but that was when he was playing games. Your character could die but then he or she had infinite lives. But for him to be the one slaying the dragon?

Impossible.

So he really was hoping that they were just joking, and that if there really was a dragon, it was just a fake one. Not the type that breathed fire, or had nigh-impenetrable skin or anything. Plus, how would it fit inside a hotel corridor, anyway? No matter how rich the owners of this place were, they couldn't actually afford to have a dragon with them, right? Right?

The elevator finally stopped at the designated floor, the lights suddenly blinked out. He hadn't dared step out yet, he couldn't... because he felt heat. He felt heat, so hot it felt like you were standing near an active volcano. And he could hear, something gigantic was breathing.

Gulps.

If this was true, then... he looked above his head, and found his thoughts confirmed. The words 'sangaku manami', his name, were on top of his head. He also looked down, and surprisingly enough, his clothes had changed. He'd read enough manga and played enough games to know what class he was assigned to, and he knew what his strengths and limitations were, too.

☄ "Okay, this might be a bit easier than I thought..."

The player named 'Sangaku Manami' was an assassin class.

He reached behind him, and sure enough, a sheathed katana was there. 

Still, there was just one of him, and the dragon was probably huge. Then again, the people did tell him that this was supposed to be easy.

☄ "Here goes..." He took a deep breath to steel his nerves. Opening the elevator doors, to find himself face to face with a fire-breathing dragon.

Celes was just on her way to the local shop in Jidoor where she suddenly decided to just. . . Leave the town for a few hours. There was no explanation for it what so ever, and if she were asked why, she'd just reply with "I felt like"

Lately, Celes had felt that her life had lacked some sort of meaning. Was she really happy just being an Opera singer? Was she happy with the pace of life she led? As much as she disliked admitting such a thing, she sometimes wished that she'd be back on the field of battle, dancing her way through the various fiends life had to offer.

Entranced in her own thoughts, Celes stopped by a tree and rested upon it, mindlessly dragging her fingers upon the rough texture of the bark. . . Her mind still wandering away from her everyday life.

Maybe. . . Maybe it was time for a change of scenery. But where would she end up? Was there even anywhere for her to go. . .?

Green doesn’t hate Christmas. In fact under the right circumstances he enjoys the holiday. What he can’t stand however?: that incessant Christmas spirit that everyone seems enthralled with leading up to the holiday. The man trudged through the streets of Castelia patience wavering. Not only was he lost in the labyrinth of a city but it was snowing heavily turning the streets into a dangerous icy mix.

Rapidashing through the snow, With a Horsea on our sleigh, Slowpoke and Slowbro, Laughing all the way.

A groan escapes his lips, He had passed these carolers numerous times already, at first he had attempted to ask them for directions but they continued to sing over him. Since then he had developed a bit of a personal vendetta against the jolly folk shooting them dirty looks every time they passed each-other. Clara curled against his neck hidden in the hood which covered the former-champ of Kanto’s spiky brown hair. Green turned his attention to the small Eevee concerned; he needed to either find his way to a Poke center or at least a place willing to take him in until the snow subsided. The cold was bothering him but at least he could tolerate that, what he couldn’t stand was seeing the small normal-type uncomfortable.

Bellsprout starts to sing, So does Magnemite, Then Seaking will start to ring The jingle bells tonight! Oh!

With his mouth set into a firm line he began to trudge forward again, this snow was incredibly thick which made walking increasingly difficult.- Not that it seemed to bother the carolers, the only individuals Green had seen in quite some time. It appeared that most residents were well aware of the storm and had prepared accordingly seeing as most businesses were closed. A dim light flickered up ahead and Green lurched forward hopefully as the singing of the carolers becoming distant once more.

Poké Balls, Poké Balls, Throw them all the way You may catch the Pokémon You want on Christmas day, Hey!

"Not even a single shred of Cocoon."

The soldier could barely hear herself as she continued to roam the 6th Circle, in which industrial materials littered the area. Construction sites, power plants, sewers....everything that you would normally find in an industrially-based city. The AI had thought up to even the last trail of sewers. However...would any of them get her out of this city--New Canaan?

She wasn't meant to be here. She had be mercilessly torn out of her own world--her own  dimension--to be subject to a supercomputer. Now...where had she heard that before. While the Sanctum wasn't super or intelligent in the least, the oppression still stood. Would she have to do the same thing again? If it meant getting out of here alive. However, things were different this time around.

She had been the only one of the L'Cie band that had ended up in this mess. No heroic banter, no plots for revenge, no sarcastic remarks....nothing. The pinkette wasn't one to show emotion openly, not at all. This change, however, was overwhelming enough to get some kind of reaction out of her. She was more on edge than usual, drawing her gunblade at even the slightest movement--

Whatever poor soul had stumbled upon the scene now faced the threat of a suspicious Lightning.