She’s not freezing.

It might’ve been hard to believe, with how much skin she was showing, but it was the truth. She wasn’t freezing... much. No, Gaap was used to how the breeze, whether natural or artificial, tickled her bare skin. Her clothing consisted of missing parts, holes, just... choice spots devoid of cover that showcased her body.

But somehow, her usual immunity wasn’t working that well here. Odd.

“Hello there, ma’am you look well equipped.”

Chrom said in reference to the weapon she was carrying and not anything else. The shoulder pad he had been insisting on wearing though, was starting to feel quite heavy, and also he could feel his skin sticking to the leather with sweat. 

“Would you perhaps be able to direct me to an armory, or a nearby smithy? I’m having difficulty navigating this city as it is. There seems to be an infinite amount of vendors and marketplaces selling things, but none of it is anything I recognize.”

Chrom was obviously not a part of this time period. He looked stiff and uncomfortable in all sorts of ways. He finally frowned. 

神ー

The fall brought a dismal chills to his skin, Yato simply sitting on a concrete ledge that surrounded one of the many beautiful oaks trees in the city. Speaking of which, the skies that adorned said city remained more peaceful than usual. “Good job, Nympho~” He purred to the women.

     IT FELT... WRONG FOR HIM to be here somehow; a blight upon hallowed ground, his each and every step staining this holy place. To the bishops and priests, those who preach their God’s will and labour in His name, he appears of Hell’s design, an evil to be purged. Would it be by fire? Or perhaps beheading? It didn’t matter much in the end, for neither would bring him death, nor even pain to wish it so.

     Fortunately, his entrance seemed to have gone unnoticed, and, after carefully pushing the door shut, he moved quietly to take a seat in the very back row of pews. It was the music-- an eerie hymn sung forth by what sounded like a piano, haunting these vast and candle-lit halls-- that begged him near. For a few moments, he simply sat and listened in silence, closing his eyes, allowing the melody to bring him into its arms. Then, as if the time were right by him, he laced his fingers together, bowed his head, and prayed.

     He knew no-one listened to a cursed child-- force of habit.

     A creak ebbed into his prayer, and his eyes flew open. The door-- someone is coming. Startled, he rose, a misplaced sweep of his hand bumping something off the bench beside him and onto the floor with a resonant CLAP. He peered, noting a Bible now at his feet.

     兆麻 🌸-- The light clatter of porcelain meeting wood announced the arrival of a fresh cup of tea beside the War God, steam rising from its dark surface as Kazuma took a step back from the desk. “I thought you may need some refreshment, Veena” the Shinki explained with a faint smile. “You’ve been working so hard, I almost didn’t want to disturb you.”

      But of course he had, as was his duty. Even Kazuma, who considered a hard day’s work to be as worthwhile as any vacation, knew everyone needed a break. Especially his master. He didn’t want to see her fall ill from forgetting meals.

Eventually, his luck runs out. Skittering between stalls and vendors, Roman finds himself caught between a rock and a hard place. Literally. His escape route’s blocked by a second group of NPCs, split off from the one following him. Skidding, he slows his pace  and takes a left down the street instead -- screaming all the while.

Right up until he trips, falling flat on his face. 

In the distance, he could faintly make out the hungry cries from his pursuers. Hungry and hateful, and slowly inching their way forward. A shadow falls across him, and like that, he’s sure he’ll meet his end.

“Aah... Talk about a bad day.”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Bishamonten!

You will be housed in HOUSE 133.

You will retain all unlocked weapons and abilities.

Elias turned and stopped in the middle of the busy street. A few citizens bumped into him as he became a stationary post against the wave of people. His glowing pupils swayed and tracked a wide stroke of blond hair waving a few paces ahead of him. Most people must have only saw a regular human, a being the same as they were. 

No, there was something more to this one, she gave off the same presence as the faerie queen Titania. Commanding and graceful mixed with a strong trace of the divine. The very being he had been seeking out. Maybe it would have made more sense to search for those scientists that Chise had spoken of, but this type of god was the sort Elias was most familiar with.