I dont know how to deal with this...

[Crona]

Crona wasn't quite sure what had happened to him, he was certain he was walking through a familiar thick forest as he travelled to his mother's hideout, but now as he looked up, all he could see was a stark whiteness that completely surrounded him. He gasped lightly, rather shocked at the discovery, did he take a wrong turn? Was this a trap he walked into as he daydreamed? He started to panic, desperately searching for any sign of the green forest he was just in, but instead lays eyes upon a strange shape. It seemed like a man, at first, but it could have easily been a trick of the light, which Crona hoped it was until he heard the man's voice.

My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse.

Crona wasn't one for conversation, even a child would frighten him if it tried to speak to him, so a strange godlike man such as Omni caused him to freeze wide-eyed in horror.

You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully. This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

"I think I desire most to be alone right now, please..." Crona thinks immediately, he grips tightly onto Ragnarok as he stares up at Omni's presence, unable to articulate the words. Instead, he focuses on the brilliant rainbow orb that Omni had bestowed upon him, immediately taking a defensive stance as though the orb was going to kill him, but just a few moments later, it was gone. Crona begins to swing his blade around frantically trying to find where the orb was, all this new information was overwhelming for him, and he shivered with a terrified look on his face while Omni finished the rest of his speech.

You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

"More? More people? Oh no, not more." Crona whines in his head, he longed more than anything right now to be back with Maka and the rest of his friends, still waiting in his own world. He wondered if time would continue on without him, surely someone would come to rescue him so he could return to his room and hide from the world, but just as he turns to ask the question, Omni is gone, revealing a large, strange fountain, and other people travelling along the blank white space. It was all a bit too much for Crona, and in seconds it looked like he was about to wail and burst into tears, and he likely would have if not for the timely intervention of Ragnarok stretching out of Crona's back.

"You idiot! You got lost, didn't you?! Now we're screwed, you hear me? All your fault, you dumbass!" Ragnarok screeches as he proceeds to pound lightly on Crona's head in irritation. Crona yelps loudly, trying to defend himself from Ragnarok's harassment, but without much success. "Look I'm sorry OK? I was just walking in the forest and wasn't really paying attention and I knew the way and now something happened and...and..." He rapidly made as many excuses as he could to stop Ragnarok's bullying, and eventually it worked, as the Demon took his attention away to look around and survey the surroundings, seeing much of what Crona had already seen, but also spotting what looked like arches or gates in the distance. "Well, theres other people here, so thats good, I guess... We should figure out where we are and how to get back, got it? Go check out those thingies way over there or something." He says before disappearing back into Crona's back. Sighing heavily, Crona mumbles in agreement before deciding on one of the strange structures his companion was talking about, and takes off as he cautiously holds on to his heavy black blade as though it was the only thing standing between him and certain doom.

Looks like his mother would just have to wait a little longer...

[Darth Vader]

"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honour to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."

"And now, his watch is ended..."

~

Jon inhaled sharply in surprise as he felt his senses return to him suddenly, where he was and what surrounded him coming into faint view. He looked about silently. A trickling fountain of water and... people. People who looked just as confused as he felt. Jon sighed. His head still felt a bit fuzzy, and it would throb violently whenever Jon would try and remember anything. All he could remember was his name, and what it meant. Snow...

His first instinct was to ask somebody what was truly going on. Where he was, how he got here, was there a way out... but from the looks of their faces, they seemed to lack as much of an answer as he did. Glaring off into the distance, though, he could see... something. A gateway? Arches? It was difficult to tell. It look only a walking distance, though.

As Jon took a few steps forward, he paused. Something, or rather, someone, had caught his attention. A small, pink haired boy stood, whimpering. Some demonic figure had sprouted from the boys back, yelling obscenities at him before instructing him to do the same as Jon was; head to the figure in the distance. Jon cocked his head to the side a bit, watching the boy for a few more moments before beginning to walk once more, pacing after him rather quickly, a hand resting idly at the hilt of his weapon Longclaw, the direwolf head fashioned for the pommel visible to all.

[Crona]

Crona's eyed widened as he walked towards one of the strange gates in the distance, he was sure that someone was following him, or going after him. He flinched as though every quickened footstep actually caused him physical pain, though he tried his best not to turn around. Surely it was just his imagination, he knew he was always paranoid, he hoped with all his heart and soul that the footsteps were nothing, but as it gets closer and closer, he couldn't hold out on his worry any longer.

"Aah! Monster! Don't kill me! I'll kill you!" He screams, turning his blade around to defend from whatever sinister creation he thought was following him. In fact, it seemed like just a man, with short dark hair, a beard in the beginnings of growth and a heavy fluffy coat. What caught the most of Crona's attention was the fact that he seemed to be reaching for his weapon. "Oh no, Ragnarok, this person has a dog on his sword. Why would he have a dog on his sword? Am I going to fight someone with a dog on his sword? I dont know how to do that, I've never done that before, I don't know how to deal with someone with a dog on his sword." He trembles with his dark blade pointed directly at his apparent attacker, it seemed as though any thought of violence would cause Crona to flee in terror, this was until Ragnarok began to reform again from the boys back. First his toned arms, his muscular body, and then a tiny spiked head with seemingly no visible mouth. "Keep it together, Crona, so what if he has a dog on his sword? You can do this, just remember what Maka said." Ragnarok's comforting words didnt seem to have much effect on the small boy, so he turns his attention to the man who was advancing on them."Hey! Hey, you? Are you friend or foe, huh? Huh?" The demon says impatiently.

[Darth Vader]

Jon couldn't help but cock his brow slightly at the boys reaction to his approach, hand slowly moving away from his blades pommel. He must be terrified... Jon thought to himself in his head, a feeling of sympathy washing over him as he'd further note the odd-haired boys young appearance. "Friend, friend..." Jon would finally respond in a rather calm demeanor, raising his hands slightly as to show that he's peaceful. "I'm not going to hurt you" he'd continue in a similar tone, eying the blade at the boys belt closely. Can't trust just anyone... Jon would muse to himself in his mind. He knew that better than most people. His family had been plagued with traitors.

"What's your name?" Jon would ask, expression and tone of voice softening as he'd kneel to be more with the boys height. He knew asking questions could startle or scare the boy even more, so taking a more subtle approach was best.

[Crona]

Crona lowers his guard somewhat. "Friend?" he repeats cautiously, eyeing the man suspiciously as though this was some sort of trap, but as he kneels down to his level to ask his name, Crona lowers his guard even further. He was about to respond, but suddenly Ragnarok looms in right infront of the man's face.

"Name's Ragnarok, got it? Rag-nah-rock. And this dimwit here with the stupid purple hair is Crona." The figure booms obnoxiously, before taking his place back over Crona's head. "Hey! I was gonna say that! I mean, I was gonna say my name, not the dimwit part... " He says shyly to his companion, trying his hardest not to make eye-contact with anything. Ragnarok floated weightlessly above him for a moment. "You wanna talk, birdbrain? Fine, you can talk." With that said, Ragnarok disappears into his partner's back, leaving him alone with the strange man. "Waah, wait, no! Thats not what I..." Crona began, but it was too late, his partner had abandoned him, he looks towards the man kneeling before him before looking away again suddenly.

"Um...Ok...Um...I'm Crona, and that was Ragnarok. So...What is your name, then? If you dont mind, I mean..." He manages to say in stutters, trying to remember the lessons the friends in his own world had taught him about communicating. He smiles weakly, and it was obviously awkward and forced, but he tried regardless to make a good impression on the person infront of him.

[Darth Vader]

Jon would blink a few times in mixed disbelief and wariness as the demon-like creature would once again emerge from the boys back, getting close up to Jon. His shoulders would stiffen, yet his feet would stay locked in place, eyes merely widening a tad as his expression would drop. As the demon would introduce himself along with the boy in his behalf, Ragnarok and Crona, Jon would fall silent as the two would speak amongst eachother, letting out the faintest of sighs as Ragnarok would vanish once more, still looking just as puzzled.

Don't question it... the former Lord Commanders mind spoke for him. This wasn't his world he was in. This wasn't Westeros. Castle Black and the Wall were quite literally a world away from where he stood now.

As Crona would begin to speak, Jon would lower his gaze somewhat to look down at him, standing back to his full height of 5'8. "It's Jon... Snow" Jon would reply, speaking his surname with some hesitation. He could remember his own name, of course, but his head only got fuzzier as he mulled on the situation. Everything else was just blank to him.

[Crona]

"Uhm... Nice to meet you..." Crona says with a little bow, before looking back up to the man who introduced himself as Jon Snow, letting out an audible gulp as he towered over his own weak frame. He somewhat wondered about his strange name, perhaps he had just came from some far-off village that Crona had never heard of, someplace cold, to be sure. How could they even fight with so much fluff on their armor? His mind drifted off a little, like he normally did, before he shakes his head and gets back to the current situation. "Were you... were you planning to check out one of those glowing arch thingies? Seems like theres nothing to do here, and that might be the only way out, so..." He mumbles quietly, vaguely gesturing to one of the Gates behind him.

The gate Crona pointed to a gate seems to be made of clean cleaved stone, and it was the exact opposite direction to the gate that was guarded by a few white-clad armored soldiers wielding some form of firearm. Crona wasn't worried by the weapons, he was simply worried about having to talk with one of the soldiers to the gate, so the unguarded gate seemed like a much better option in his mind. Then again, the soldiers might have information about how to get back to his own world, so he seemed genuinely torn by both options. "Can you choose? I'm not very good at decisions. He looked around with a worried expression before looking back up at Jon. "Well, that is, if you dont mind me being around, I can go..."

[Darth Vader]

"I was..." he'd nod somewhat at Crona's questioning, still rather taken aback by the youth's unconventional shyness and bright hair which he couldn't tell if it was natural to him or no. What surprised him even more was the spirit that loomed over him, that came out whenever the boy didn't seem to want it to. The temptation to question him on it was a hard one to resist, yet there were bigger things on his mind right now that were confusing the three of them, if you counted the demon Ragnarok. Where were they, specifically? Why were they here? Was there a way out? Jon wouldn't rest until those questions were answered. He'd find a way back home.

Jon's mud brown eyes would slowly follow Crona's gaze to what looked to be... soldiers? It was difficult to tell, yet the armour they wore was unlike anything Jon had ever seen in his life, as was the object they all held in their arms that they cradled almost like a crossbow. They all stood about what seemed to be a second gate, bodies unflinching from their posts as they'd flash a careful glare to everyone who would pass by. It could be a start... Jon would affirm to himself in his mind as he contemplated whether approaching them directly was a smart move or not.

Jon glanced back down as Crona spoke, their eyes meeting for some moments before Jon would take a few steps forward, waving a hand for Crona to follow. "Come on... let's go." he'd say, moving toward the gate guarded by the men in white. As they both neared, he could overhear low murmurs and grumbles coming from the flock of guardsmen.

'More primes, eh?"
"Mrmm... two of 'em."

Jon raised his brow somewhat, before outstretching a palm in Crona's direction, ushering him backward somewhat. "Stay behind me... I've got this." he'd say, eyes turning back to meet the guardsmen, or more specifically, the lone guardsman that was walking right toward them...

[Crona]

Crona seemed a bit bittersweet by the news, but follows Jon's leadership like a lifeline as he followed next to him, eyes scanning the horizon for anything that could pose a threat. Despite his wary watching, he didn't even notice they had arrived at the Gate until the strange armored soldiers became aware of their presence. Out of pure instinct, Crona summons Ragnarok, and the blade appears in his hand with a flash of purple light, before he cradles the blade. "Ok, ok, ok. They have white armor... Theres too much white, I dont think I can deal with all this white right now." Crona grumbles as Jon walks forward to talk with the troopers. "Uhm...I got your back then..." He whispers.

One of the stormtroopers from the back gets up reluctantly, mumbling something about so many primes being around before reaching Jon, clearly brandishing his weapon. "Hail, Primes, you two a pair of new arrivals?" He says as happily as he can manage, though as he gets closer it seems as though he is a captain of sorts, with a variety of colors and emblems that the other troopers sorely lacked. "Well, welcome to the Omniverse. Beyond this Gate here is the most powerful verse to grace the Nexus. Which is where youre standing." The Captain shifts a little, it seems as though he has said this quite alot, it felt like a well rehearsed speech. "Inside, the Empire's word is law. Don't make any trouble, and we will get along /just/ fine."

It seems as though the trooper went from being welcoming to threatening very quickly, though Crona could hardly notice the difference, even way behind Jon they could both likely hear his low whimpering and chattering teeth. The Captain glances behind for a moment and shakes his head, muttering something inaudible under his breath.

[Darth Vader]

Jon would continue to approach toward the guard in white, both of them halting as they'd reach an equal distance from one another, Jon's hand resting idly once more at the pommel of Longclaw, his trusty blade. As the guard would speak up, his arm would inch away from the sword somewhat. He had half expected a fight, but he wanted to do nothing to alarm the guard. Whatever it was they were all holding looked as though it could be put to fatal use, after all, and Jon couldn't take his eyes away from the strange weapon.

The former Lord Commander was even more surprised as the Stormtrooper continued, though. Mentioning that the "Empire" was just ahead. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again immediately after, glancing behind him toward Crona, taking note of his nervousness with a slight frown. He'd slowly crane his neck to look back at the guardsman, inhaling sharply before speaking. "The Empire? There's some form of government here, then?" Jon questioned into him further, the guardsman giving a affirmative nod in response. "Through this gate, indeed. The realm is governed by our Emperor Palpatine, bless his name. There are many other civilisations standing among these plains, but let me tell you... you won't find anywhere else that is as safe, stable and wealthy as we" his tone would grow harsher and slightly more authoritative as his speech would draw to a close, feet shifting somewhat.

Jon narrowed his eyes. He truly was unsure of what to make of this, but if what the man spoke was truth, it'd be the best place to go until he can find a way out of this twisted realm. He slowly turned back to Crona, his long, trimmed fur cloak swaying slightly with his quick movement. He'd pace silently toward Crone, the Stormtrooper Captain that had came forth to parley with them stepping back in line with the others, a few of them whispering amongst themselves. Jon would kneel to be at Crona's height, staring at him calm, peaceful eyes. "What do you want to do? We can still turn back..." he'd motion to the gate at the opposite end of the one they stood before now, staring silently at Crona as he'd await an answer.

[Crona]

Crona seemed to shrivel under Jon's gaze, but manages to take a deep breath so he can formulate a response, though the grip on his weapon was giving him white knuckles. "Hum... Uhm... Well, you know, what they said. Safe and stable, is that what we're looking for? I think thats what we're looking for, right? I'd rather go someplace safe... no fighting or... fighting." Crona drifts off again somewhat, his eyes gouging the gate with mixed feelings of curiosity and fear. "Can we even trust those white guys? What if its a trap? But... I did see people going in and out, so I guess it cant be super bad or anything." He shifts uncomfortably on the spot, he really wished Ragnarok would come out and tell him the right decision, but it seemed like his weapon had decided to become a silent for the time-being, but Crona knew he was enjoying watching him squirm. "I dont know... its a risk either way... uhm... but I dont mind going in or going away, as long as we get going." He says finally.

Inside the blade, Ragnarok was most certainly cackling as Crona shivered, normally he would have come out by now, probably smacking Crona around somewhat before telling him to destroy the measly platoon of guards, but he had a good reason for staying out of the decision making. For one, he imagined that destroying a platoon of guards would likely attract alot of unwanted attention, which also woulden't have bothered him if he didn't realize that his and Crona's power had significantly weakened, he could feel the black blood pump slower, react quicker to his will. He didn't like it, and Ragnarok was going to figure out what was wrong, and fix it immediately.

Crona shakes the blade somewhat, willing Ragnarok to come out, but with no success, and looks with pleading eyes at Jon, though almost immediately getting shy and looking away to the Gate again.

[Darth Vader]

"Putting that away somewhere more discrete might be a good idea. he'd say in a quiet tone of voice, glancing back at the guards behind him with a light sigh. "They might get the wrong idea as we're passing" he'd say in an equally quiet tone, standing back to his feet. He'd spin back around to face the waiting Stormtroopers, though Jon wouldn't spare them a reply, yet. He took some moments to mentally assess the situation on the last minute, before nodding a few times. "We wish to enter." he'd state coolly, looking back at Crona with a small smile, as to reassure his nerves.

The Stormtrooper Captain chuckled somewhat, gun lowering as to free up a hand. Moving toward the gate, the white-clad soldier would grip at the bar, pulling the gate to open. "A good choice. You'll be safe and sound here, and you'll do well for yourself if you remember the golden rule..." he'd pause, raising a finger toward his helm, tapping the area where his nose would be to put emphasis on what he was about to say next. "Keep your nose clean. Stay out of trouble.".

Jon narrowed his eyes somewhat, but mentally shrugged it off as he moved toward the gate which was being held open by the Stormtrooper, not even glancing back at Crona as he'd expect to him to automatically follow him at this point. Jon inhaled sharply through his nostrils as he'd passed into the new verse, bracing himself inside for what awaited them within.