Welcome to Ambrosia!

[Roger Smith]

"About me, huh..." Looking as if he were completely lost for words, which wasn't too far from the truth, Adam tried very intently to think of what exactly to say, while simultaneously not launching into a massively boring and disjointed series of recollections.

Guu intently watching him did not ease his thought process. Nor did his lingering bewilderment of the entire situation since she had arrived.

Several long, silent seconds pass in awkward tension before Adam finally tilts his head to one side, as if some thought or other had clicked into place. "Well....let's see here..." He held up one hand and seemingly counted something off in his head. "...so as to avoid getting redundant and extremely boring, I think I'll skip the repeated sequences of 14 years....that kind of happened like four or five times."

"So. First things first....about that whole sequence of years things: Time is very, very weird. There's not really a better way to put it." He seemed more than a little agitated recalling whatever it was that he was recalling, and he went on to add: "And the ridiculous shenanigans that are my life are largely because someone took a wrench to Time's delicate inner workings."

He had never been very good at reading expressions or reactions from other people, but Adam was having an even harder time than usual thanks to the princess's expression. It was...more than a little unnerving. Had it not been for the intensity of her attention focused on him, it might have been cute. But at the moment....Adam just kind of wished he could remember how to jump out of sync with time and not be bearing the brunt of her attention.

Or that something would happen to distract her.

Or that his train of thought would stop getting sidetracked!

"There was....some kind of predetermined Thing going on behind the scenes. Crazy science stuff I still don't really get. And a game that was apparently meant to be played by me and some of my friends? Still don't really grasp that one. Probably tuned it out because of how stupid it was. It destroyed my planet with meteors...that was fun." He didn't look torn up about it in the least, so if it bothered him at all, he was hiding it very well. "Then I ended up in some crazy fucking planet made entirely of mountains and rain and hate. And there was some giant fuckoff god or something whose sole purpose was to torment me with taunts about my inability to maneuver around my planet thanks to a bum leg."

"And answer questions or something if I ever made it to him...I never really did."

"I had to kill myself....that was a novelty experience..." He plucked at the cog on his chest. "Got to ascend to become the Heir of Time, though. That was really nifty. Basically became a god, for all the good it did me." He counted off on his fingers again. "Then we, uh....wrecked a few planets, played a giant game of interstellar chess, killed some dudes with meteors they were trying to kill us with, and pretty much everyone died except me because we fucked up the rules of the game."

He sighed. "Then I finally got to 'win' the game and make a new universe to watch over..." He shrugged hopelessly, as if it didn't really matter or bother him too much. "...and then I ended up here. Well, in the Ominverse, I mean." He adjusted his glasses with a toughtful look in his eyes. "....and I think that's about everything... Everything that doesn't suck or contain stupidly obtuse things impossible to explain, anyway."

Adam...you fucking idiot.

"NAK." Nakworth, having returned at some point in the night, made his presence known, hopping up onto the back of the couch.

"Oh, and that's a crocodile. He was one of the inhabitants of the....mountain-rain-hate planet. Land of Storm and Peak. He's harmless. Obnoxious and kind of a troublemaker, but harmless."

"NAK."

"Ask her yourself, dang lizard."

[Guu]

Guu listened intently to his explanation of his history. She couldn’t make heads or tales out of any of it, but his confession to ascending to godhood caught her attention.

She waited patiently for Adam to finish. After he introduced his animal companion, she moved a stub like arm to pat him on his head. He responded by blowing a bubble.

The Princess shifted her face back and turned to Adam again.

“While I didn’t catch all that, all you really had to say was that gods were involved and I would have understood.” She said rather matter-of-factly. “I know that better than most. Gods make things messy.”

Silence filled the air as Adam processed what Guu just said, and then she continued.

“Promise you don’t tell anyone.” She leaned over close, the fear in his eyes made it clear that he wasn’t going to blab. “I was a god once too… or goddess I should say.”

The shock in his eyes was apparent.

“Yeah, I was depowered in the Omniverse like you were. It’s so nice to have someone to relate about this who’s not that Nealaphh guy or something. Please do keep that a secret, kind of like people thinking I’m some sort of child prodigy with birth defects. Though, considering the age of most gods, I guess they would recognize me as a child so it’s not too far off from the truth.

“But yeah. My daddy worked for these three gods; basically they are mindless creatures that run all of reality… or at least the reality of my universe. He was kind of their spokesman… or their boss? It was never made very clear. Like I said, confusing.

“Anyways, he had an obligation to these gods, and they kept him busy enough so he had less time to fulfill his own plans, so he tricked them into creating me. I guess he just wanted a puppet god or something to do his bidding. I was quick to get into my rebellious phase and ditch his ass. After being on the run in the cosmos for a while, I eventually just went to Earth.

“It was cool though, hung out with other gods stuck on Earth, I made my own species, got to hang out with humans for a while. It was great. Then Omni took me. Now I run kingdom. Go fig.”

[Yu Kanda]

Sitting on the outskirts of the city of Ambrosia the young exorcist watched the new sun rise. The last couple of hours had been crazy to say the least. He felt humiliated, violated and completely out of place. This city was run by immature children and creatures. Children that overpowered him. Granted, he got caught off guard when the pink haired princess captured him with her strange powers. But that was still no excuse for him to give in this easily. It must be this place, the Omniverse, it must have changed him. Normally he would never give in this easily, let alone give them his first name, which he still hates with a passion. He had no choice but to play along with the princess and her friend she referred to as Molly. Was this Molly just as strong as Guu ?

This place has many strange things to it, and he was still looking for answers. This Guu person seemed to have said answers. For now he would play along. Guu knew allot more then she shared with him and if taking care of some , orcs , as she called them, then so be it. But this humiliation will never happen again, he would rather die with his honor intact then go through something like that again. With those thoughts he grabbed the scabbard of his sword tight. It was a long time since he felt this kind of anger within him. Time to go after some orcs. Kanda got up, used his new found power to fix his exorcist outfit by focusing for a bit, and headed for the tree line.

Following his own trail back through the jungle his thoughts couldn't let go of what happened last night. His frustration did not subdue but he finally arrived at the scene. Kanda peaked his head around one of the trees surrounding the small orc encampment. He only counted two green brutes on the ground still vast asleep. Where was the third one ? Kanda scanned the area once more, still no sign of the third warrior. The angry exorcist moved silently towards the two orcs that were still out cold. The snoring was almost in sync. Their camp was filled with cloth laying around, two animal carcasses, some weaponry and burned wood for their extinguished campfire.

Kanda stood over one of the orc's resting bodies. Looking down on his target he could only see the perfect outlet for his anger. They were savages as they displayed last night, mindless brutes that don't ask questions but communicate with their weapons. Well, that suited Kanda just fine. Slowly he unsheathed mugen from its scabbard. Moved both his index and middle finger across the length of the blade. "Mugen ,Unsheathe." The blade started to glow silver at the sharp edge. Without a second of hesitation Kanda forced his blade straight down into the unsuspecting victim's throat. Covering the creature's mouth there was only a moment of muffled noise before the quickly opened eyes slowly shut close again. The ground was soaking up the red blood that was flowing from the orc's throat. With a swift movement he pulled out his weapon. His eyes now focused on the second warrior resting in his presence.

Perhaps he was enjoying it too much but Kanda did not mind at all. Stepping towards the next one the exorcist didn't even take the time to look at his upcoming victim as he aimed for the creature's heart . His blade penetrated the orc's skin as he heard a shout in front of him. "NOOOooo" Followed by a roar. It was the third orc returning to camp and seeing Kanda slaying one of his comrades. The pained warrior charged towards Kanda with his axe drawn. This suited the killer just fine, still plenty of anger left in him. He grabbed his scabbard in his left hand and his sword in his right. "Double illusion sword" A dark blue light covers his sword and scabbard in a coat of energy and generates an energy blade, creating two impossibly sharp weapons.

The orc charged at the blue haired assailant at full speed, his mind was obviously clouded. Kanda did not mind, as the orc was within a few meters Kanda charged back. His speed obviously surpassed the orc who did not expect such a reaction. The swordsman's rage filled eyes narrowed for a moment as he slashed towards the orc's stomach. Both energy blades sliced through the flesh of the green skin. The orc never stood a chance. Falling on his knees he looked to Kanda "Why...did you-." The sentence was cut short by the second attack. Removing the brute's head from his torso provided Kanda with a certain satisfaction. Now to make sure this was all worth it and he could get some answers from Guu.

Kanda looked at the device he gotten from the princess. Following her instructions he tapped her picture on the screen. The picture contained Guu smiling widely, it kind of bothered him but now was not the time. At the other end of the communication device he heard a voice.

"Hello ?"

" Yes Guu, Kanda here."

'OH ! Hi Kanda, how is it going ?" The cheerful young voice said.

" The Orc's attacked me, diplomacy was not an option. I had to defend myself, they have been taken care of. I shall return to town shortly"

" Huh ? What happened ? Why did they att-.. "

Kanda cut the conversation. He sheathed his sword and started heading back for town. Time for answers.

[The Dreamer]

Two lumbering creatures, obviously not of Earth origin, escorted Emerald through the gates and into the large forest area at the rear of this palace-like building.

Arriving at the edge of the forest, they shoved her towards it, grunting as they did so. "Not much for talking are you?" She remarked. They grunted again, and turned away, moving on to whatever other business they had to attend to.

Emerald moved further into the forest, eyeing her surrounds, as she could feel the power that pulsating within this forest. It was similar to the feeling she got from the fountain and the forest she arrived in, but also different, as if this section of the wilderness was wholly different than that which surrounded the town. It felt... dangerous. Not a dangerous that one like Emerald would fear it, but more a challenging dangerous that anyone with half a mind about nature would respect.

My kind of place. She smiled, shifting to the form of larger than usual, and green, cougar. The green coloration wasn't exactly something she could change; Gem anatomy and all.

She took steps further into the trees, feeling more secure in that form of a, hopefully, known predatory animal, pouncing up a nearby tree. Settling 3 stories above the ground, Emerald began to fall asleep as night fell. Gems didn't need sleep of course, but it certainly felt refreshing.

She closed her eyes and purred herself to sleep through the rest of the night.

[Dr. McNinja]

Continued from: "McNinja Doesn't Steal Panties"

Yoshi snarled and roared again. Dr. McNinja stared unflinchingly into Yoshi's maw.

"For the last time, Yoshi, that is not the right direction! New Ereve is to the right!"

They were standing in a dimly lit split in the pathway. The lights were dancing in the forest, but due to the smothering leaves in the densifying canopy, the lights seemed exhausted, and slowly creeped along the flow of air. Dr. McNinja felt that he could connect with the lights on a spiritual level. Yoshi had tirelessly trudged forward, and Dr. McNinja found that, every time he tried to fall asleep, his ninja skills seemed to deactivate and he would almost fall off. (his parents would be so ashamed) As a result, despite Doc's protests, Yoshi continued down the path and neither got any sleep as they travelled all through the night.

Yoshi snorted again and closed his eyes, looking to the side.

"Oh, come on," Doc whined, "You've never even been to Ereve!"

Yoshi started trotting to the left defiantly.

"Fine!" Doc howled after him, "Be that way! I'm going right, where Ereve is!"

With a big huff, Dr. McNinja whirled around on his heel and started marching down the right path.

***

After an hour, Dr. McNinja began to doubt himself. Maybe Yoshi was right. After all, Doc was very sleep-deprived. And starving. He needed a place to rest. Those ninjas were probably out to get him right now, and there was no way he could fight them all off right now.

As if the Omniverse was granting him a gift, he came across a giant gate in the middle of the forest. A sign nearby read, "Ambrosia".

"I hope they have pizza," Dr. McNinja thought, and entered the gate.

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee woke up sprawled out on the floor. His eyes flutter open, his first view of the morning the ceiling. His senses slowly begin rouse, and the young troll pushes himself up from his amassed puddle of drool. Eheh..heheh. It was always so trippy that his spit had this weird purple tint to it man. It wasn't just a troll's blood that was colored, it was all of it's bodily fluids. But violet-blood sounded much better than violet-spit. Or ah, other secretions.

Gamzee barks a short and abrupt laugh at that.

The clown got up just a little to fast, the edges of his vision darkening for a moment. He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He blinks, and stretches his arms up high. The ceiling was only just barely low enough for his fingertips to brush along it. He runs a hand through his wild mess of hair and-

whoa wait where's kar-bro!?

Oh shit oh shit oh shit he literally JUST miracle-ized his best buddy in the entire multiverse into existence literally less than 12 hours ago, there's no way that he could have just-

Hey the window's open. Cool. The tall troll walks over to the window and pokes his head out to get a view of the-

Hey Karkat's out here. Cool. Aw shit. The poor guy must've not had enough room on that tiny-ass bed. Gamzee crawls through the window, which is a little awkward due to the height of his horns. He has to angle it just right to fit them through. In short, his ascension to the roof is not a graceful one. In the end, the high-blood ends up standing above his dozing friend.

The cherry-blood had a fitful night of sleep. Did he have bad dreams? No. Of course not. He was just sleeping on a shingled fucking roof. It was a little uncomfortable, you'll have to forgive him for not being able to relax. It didn't help that as soon as he woke up, the only thing he could see is a creepy, painted face. That is to say, Gamzee looming above him.

"Gah! What the hell you clownish asshole!?"

The high-blood's expression softens as his friend recoils away into an upright position.

"Oh uh... Sorry brother. Didn't mean to all up and scare you there."

Karkat groans, and starts to give the fool what for, but decides it's too early in the morning for that shit. The crabby teenager rises from the tiles of the roof, his bones aching. Everything hurt like a bitch. He supposes that tiles and shingles and general roofing materials are probably pretty rough on one's sleeping habits. He stares at his clown companion for a moment. The violet-blooded troll stares back with a weak grin. They stay that way for a moment, just looking at each other. Just staring.

"So uh. Wanna go explore?"

"I could tell you a thousand different reasons why that would be a bad idea, but I know that none of them will register in your addled brain and that you'll just go on and do whatever your whimsy tells you, probably dragging me along for the crazy shitstorm of a ride."

"I'm all about doing the whimsy with my friends, brother."

"Yeah, yeah. Exactly. Come on, maybe we can find something to eat."

-----

The two aliens leave the inn, no hassle no problem. The bartender nods them upon exit, the few morning patrons uncaring to who comes and goes. They walk down the street, Karkat attempting to make some sort of conversation with Gamzee, but ultimately failing.

"So, ah, what are we gonna do to get home?"

"I dunno. Do stuff. Go talk to some white guy."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

All further attempts at small talk went in a similar fashion.

Eventually, the strange duo made it quite a ways away from the tavern. The leader being the tall troll with the polka-dot pants, the two often just took random routes and paths. The clown would choose to take an alleyway into another street or walking in circles, much to the shorter troll's chagrin.

The power of whimsy.

After about twenty minutes or so of walking around aimlessly, Karkat comes to a halt in front of a Victorian-esque two story house. He stands there with his arms crossed. Complaints were issued to the leader in a very orderly and official manner.

"Gamzee I'm fucking hungry, can we please stop wandering around like idiots and find something or somewhere to eat?"

The tall Capricorn turns around, a smirk on his face.

"Hey bro, you can certainly lead onwards, I ain't got no problem with that. Hell, it sounds like a wicked time to me. Alas, my punchline-blooded brother, there are certain motherfucking traditions that must be upheld. You must defeat me in a battle using the most noblest of Alternian art forms."

"What are you babbling about now? You mean-

No. No. Fuck you man, no. Let's just go eat like two normal trolls, there's no need for all this tomfuckery and-"

"IT'S TIME FOR A SLAM-POETRY BATTLE MOTHERFUCKER!"

Heads turn. People stop walking and stare. Karkat groans.

"BEGIN!"

Gamzee lays down a sick beatbox beat.

"Whatever. This is lame. You're lame. Your rhymes are lame. It's a shame. This is all a shame. This isn't why I came."

Fuck. He wasn't even trying to rhyme.

"I'M TAKING THAT AS A MOTHERFUCKING CHAAAALLLLEEEENNNGGEE!"

People begin to form a circle around the two aliens, some of the crowd getting into it. A dog-morph woofs and shakes his fist in the air, a moogle floats above, clapping and egging them on, and before you know it, they have an audience.

"Alright Kar-bro, drop me a beat!"

Kar-bro does not drop Gamzee a beat.

"Alright, someone drop me a beat!"

Someone unidentifiable in the throng of the audience starts to beatbox, a pretty sick beat floating into the air.

"Alright! Uh-huh! Prepare to meet your wizicked death at the hands of my burning ill fires!
Check it
Yo Karkizzle why you all up in my bizzle, your attempts at wordplay are sad and you're just getting mad because I'm rad and you're a passing fad and-"

The two then proceed to have the worst rap-off in the history of the Omniverse. It causes quite the commotion outside. The people of Ambrosia must not have much in the ways of entertainment if they find this God-awful display of wordsmanship entertaining. The crowd seems to like it though, as now there is a respectable gathering of around thirteen or so townspeople, encouraging the one-sided rap battle.

[Dr. McNinja]

Dr. McNinja walked into the small village. It was quite pleasant, actually. Though he was disturbingly reminded of the residents of the Radical kingdom, nevertheless the people in the town were cheerful and, frankly, strange. All types of people seemed to be playing around and working on improving the village, including strange voluminous pink feathery blobs and strangely hued folks. For once, Dr. McNinja wasn’t the strangest thing around. He was actually pretty normal here.

Speaking of strange-looking citizens, there were two grey-skinned boy-shaped-things that were causing quite a commotion in the village square. Doc moved closer to watch.

“Alright, someone drop me a beat!”

Dr. McNinja couldn’t resist. He covered his mouth with his hand and started the sickest beat he could muster. The ninja mask didn’t seem to hamper with his mad skillz at all.

"Alright! Uh-huh! Prepare to meet your wizicked death at the hands of my burning ill fires!
Check it
Yo Karkizzle why you all up in my bizzle, your attempts at wordplay are sad and you're just getting mad because I'm rad and you're a passing fad and-"

This went on for a while. Doc started getting into the rhythm as this grey-skinned individual rapped along. Soon enough, though, it was clear he was running out of ideas. The other guy seemed unwilling to participate, despite his sweet rhymes just previously. Doc had to step in here. There was no choice. This was the only way to keep the battle alive. Dr. McNinja stopped beatboxing. He stepped forward into the center of the crowd and announced, “Okay, now it’s my turn. Yo Hornz, kick the beat.”

The man who was just rapping looked relieved, then started beatboxing himself. Not bad. Dr. McNinja warmed himself up.

“Uh, uh, uh, yo, let’s go! All your efforts to rap go dawk (dark) ! This mockery of music should bite on dis c*ck! You rapping wrong, this song is getting rocked! I shove my staff up yo mamma like Gandalf the Doc!"

Doc’s opponent looked alarmed as he dropped some mad rhymes.

“Yeah,” Dr. McNinja continued, "yo mama so obese, when she steps on a scale, it says 'one at a time please’! This oughta be a breeze, you sleaze! I rap better than you when I sneeze! I’ll bring you down to your knees!"

Dr. McNinja looked around at the crowd that had gathered. He stuck out his arms awkwardly, fingers spread, attempting to look as ‘hood’ as possible. He thought he looked quite cool.

“YOOOOO"

[Roger Smith]

After he had unconsciously recoiled, leaning back from the princess as she leaned closer, Adam did his best to listen to Guu's own explanation of her origins. Definitely much more full of god-fuckery than what he'd been through. Also sounded a hell of a lot more strange. At least the gods that he'd been subjected to had been simple enough to wrap his mind around. This sounded much more complicated and his mind was stubbornly refusing to acknowledge it any more than necessary. It was a defense mechanism.

When she finished, Adam merely tilted his head to one side, the confusion -- not to mention shock -- written clearly on his face as he fished for something to say.

The awkward silence was eventually broken after several seconds by the ever-wise little crocodile, who interjected with a simple, "NAK."

It was enough to snap Adam out of his confusion, and he jerked his head about to face Nakworth as his expression jumped to one of alarm and possible disgust. "THAT was rude. Don't ever say that again."

"NAAAAAAAAAAK." The crocodile stood up, his legs turning into a blur of motion, and he hopped down off the back of the couch, scampering away around a corner and out of sight.

".....why did I even summon him here...?" Adam grumbled to himself. He turned back to see Guu just sort of...staring, with an expression he was pretty sure even a Mind player couldn't figure out. Adam most certainly did not flinch from the experience, nor did he ponder making an excuse to make himself as scarce as possible and rapidly evacuate the area to just about anywhere else.

But he did finally give voice to something that had clicked into place.

"Y'know...what you said about where you came from an all...sounds vaguely like something out of Lovecraft." He scratched at the back of his head. "Different worlds and people sometimes 'seeing' alternate ones that are just stories in their own, I guess, huh?" He floundered for a moment longer before being mercifully spared from further stupidity or embarressment on his part by a sudden phone call for the princess.

"Hang on a sec," she said, at which Adam was only too glad to oblige, and left her to her phone call.

He was up and off at just the right speed to indicate 'no i'm not trying to put as much distance as physically possible between me and something that is a source of ABJECT AND UNEXPLAINABLE TERROR but i need to go do a thing WAY OVER HERE please excuse me'. He had been hearing something or other outside anyway, and it had begun to irritate him to an extent as well as drawing his attention to see what the hell it was.

And as he finally opened the door to see what it was, he was met with an intense wave of unpleasant memories and a sharp, crashing feeling of dread.

Oh.

God.

NO.

He stood there, frozen stock-still, eyes wide and staring behind glasses covered with a sharp glare, at the scene before him. Not one, but two trolls. Locked in the throes of a fierce alternian slam-poetry battle. It was quite possibly the worst thing Adam had ever seen or heard, but it still managed to send a further shiver of terror up his mind, and recalled extremely unpleasant events involving a certain highblooded Doom player.

Adam was not a fan of trolls, or of being murdered by them, or of having pretty much anything to do with them at all.

He was only interrupted from his intent to close his door and remain inside for the rest of his (un)natural days by something even MORE bizarre happening. Another figure joined the fray of the fierce battle of poetry slams. A fucking doctor. Or...a ninja. A ninja-doctor. Doctor-ninja?

A GOD-DAMNED NINJA WEARING A FUCKING DOCTOR'S COAT IS WHAT IT WAS

And it sent Adam over the edge.

He took one step back. He carefully and quietly closed his door. He turned around. He floated slowly across the room, his attention mostly fixated on a point on the far wall. He idly noted in passing that Guu seemed quite frustrated about something or other and was in the middle of making another call.

It didn't quite click in Adam's mind, as he was by that point too busy repeatedly introducing his forehead to the wall with a resounding thunk each time. "WHY. DID. IT. HAVE. TO. BE. TROLLS. WHY. AUGH." Each impact and matching thunk was also paired with a word, in a very aggravated, some might even say frightened, tone.

Overreacting on Adam's part? Probably.

[Guu]

Guu was livid. She stupidly stuck her neck out for this one guy and he completely screwed up the mission; probably even the safety of Ambrosia, too. Now she had to tell the guard to be on high alert all because of this asshole. As she was calling someone to check if he was just incompetent or a saboteur, she had to fight not to grind her teeth in pure rage. Considering she didn’t have teeth, that would have hurt a lot.

At the tail end of her call, the abundant thumping sound was a distraction. She overheard the mention of “trolls.” After she hung up, she looked up at Adam who was violently banging his head against a wall.

“You’re angry about internet trolls? Because I know from experience that people like that in this universe tend to get stabbed.”

“That’s not… wait, really?”

The princess nodded. The thought gave him a bit of joy, but more pressing matters were at hand.

“No trolls are from my universe. They’re a pain in the neck in the real life. A pair is just outside right now!”

Guu moved over to Adam’s door and peeked outside. She saw to pointy-headed pale men having a poetry battle in the middle of the street with the musical stylings of the doctor ninja. She pointed a fingerless stub outside.

“Those guys are trolls?”

Adam nodded. After a few second, Guu shrugged.

“Well, I need to let off some steam anyways.”

And she walked outside.


-----


The trolls were having their poetry slam when it all suddenly slows to a stop. The pair looks around, baffled at the crowd going quiet and turning their attention away from them. Suddenly, they were all bowing. The trolls and the doctor ninja turned to see what they were focused on.

Guu stood there, looking up at them. She waves an arm towards the group.

“At ease my subjects.” She said, the group breaking their bows to look at her normally. “For it is time to get down. Hit it.”

The ninja starts his beat boxing as Guu gets into the rhythm of his sick beats.

“I know you may think it’s not my business, but it kind of is as I’m the Princess. I run dis place and we’re on a growing streak, if you were running it you wouldn’t even last a week.

“What could it be that you’d possibly want? Because there is nothing you have that you could possibly flaunt. Did you think you’d go on without paying the toll? Are you begging for food because who would ever feed a troll?

“If you want to hit these streets, I can pay back in mass. It wouldn’t be a struggle to kick your pale ass. You’re a child, you’re a wannabe fool. Maybe you should face your equal back in preschool.

“You really think you could take on me? Maybe it would be wiser if you run and flee. You shouldn’t mess with me and my crew, because guess what? You just got served by Guu.”

She crossed her arms and gives a tough looking face to the pair. The crowd cheers for their princess, both in a mixture town pride and just overwhelmingly impressed at her freestyle skills.

Suddenly, a three-foot white rat in a purple dress came running in with a medkit. She looked like she had been running for a long while with her short breath and sweat soaked fur. Everyone local knew her as Matilda Waltz the local nurse practitioner.

“Where are they?” Exclaimed the nurse, spitting the words out between her breaths. “I’ve been told there were burn victims, where are they?”

Slowly, the crowd pieced together what she was requesting and slowly began to chuckle. The rat’s face turned into an embarrassed scowl as she realized that she had been duped.

“I have actual patients to attend to.” She said scornfully as she heads back to the medical tent.

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee felt like he had just gotten slapped in the face with a slime pie. It burns...SO GOOD! The wordsmith licks his lips. Maaaan... He was doing so good too. He had himself a little bonfire going and everything. The sickest of flows was erupting from his pale lips, floating into the air and encircling the audience. Then...All it takes is one little itty bitty slip up for shit to turn sour. Instead of sick burns, the troll began to spout unwell embers, or some other weak antonym for mediocre rapping/slam poetry.

At first, everything was chill, GZ gets going for a while, and it's all up and someone else's turn get ill, ya know? So he had no problem complying when his fellow rhyme-slayer asked him to drop them beats.

“Okay, now it’s my turn. Yo Hornz, kick the beat.”

'Hornz?' That's a new one. Better than face-paint or polka-dots, he guesses.The teen troll purposely accidentally let loose a beat at this new challenger's behest, and dayum was it a pretty sounding thing. His eyes veer over to his shorter friend, Karkat.

He did not look amused.

That didn't stop Gamzee, though. He just kept on beating, throwing in a little boxing in there every once in a while.

And then, his new opponent, the ninja lookin' motherfucker, turned into a motherfucking dragon. There were flames spouting out everywhere, and the Juggalo had to mentally take cover in order to keep the rhythm going. God DAYUM. It has been a long time since he had heard any rhymes so phat, flames so in need of medical attention. The clown develops a bit of a twitch, trying to keep his beats together. In fact...He hasn't heard such dope being dealt since he had talked to that motherfucker.

Pushing that blasphemous thought out of his head, Hornz returns his focus to not getting lit up. It was hard not to.

Then, shit gets weird.

The crowd man, the audience just gets all up and quiet, right in the middle of the Ninja's flow. They all get on their knees, and go prone to the ground. Gamzee follows the direction of their fealty with his eyes to a funny lookin' shawty human girl, standing in the doorway of that big house. Was she human? It ah...It was kinda hard to tell.

She didn't have fingers.

The challenger, who was a little confused at why his adoring fans had grown quiet, gradually petered out as he realized what was going on.

Karkat stares blankly at the person(creature?) that the townsfolk apparently revere. She was short. And pink. Should he bow? He's really not sure if he should bow. Normally, a respectable troll bows to no one, but a high-blood. Then again, they aren't in Alternia anymore. Then again, no one is on/in Alternia anymore.

Because, you know. It blew up.

Karkat opens his mouth to voice a question, probably something along the lines of "Who are you and why should we care?", but the little thing beats him to it.

“At ease my subjects.”

Oh good, someone in a position of power. A bit smaller than the troll had imagined, but maybe she can-

“For it is time to get down. Hit it.”

And that's when the crabby troll realizes that this universe is going to be a raging headache of crazed, rhythmical, whimsical idiots.

-----

Gamzee had to sit down. His eyes were wide and shiny and glazed over with amazement as he calmly sat down next to his buddy, latching onto Karkat's leg. This results in a hiss from above. He needed a hug. And some cold water. He had played with fire, but he had never expected to have gotten burnt. About half way through the little sister's big smooth flow, he started to kowtow in submission. It was over. He was unworthy of being leader. As per official rules of Law # whatever-the-motherfuck, the clown must now resign from his position as leader. That means the position is open. Considering this raw specimen of pure rhyme and wordplay is the closest thing in his vicinity to an acceptable leader, it is clear where this is heading.

When all was said and done, the clown is kneeling in front of the pink princess.

"Oh mighty Guu-whatever, I plead to thee!" He begins in a formal tone. "I humbly request your patronage, and offer my services to your whatever!"

He attempts to be formal, anyways.

[Guu]

Gamzee

There was silence as the words escaped the Troll’s maw. About a quarter of the crowd present was looking around confused, the rest had gotten used to the insanity by this point.

Guu just stood there, staring down Gamzee as if he had just said the stupidest thing ever known to man. The air was tense as he feared his offer would be met with rejection.

“Yeah, okay.”

Suddenly, the crowd breaks out in cheers as they welcome their new colleague with open arms. The clouds parted enough to let a little ray of sunshine pour onto the troll, samples of the Babe soundtrack play in some of the people’s heads, and he failed to notice that he almost knelt into chocobo shit, but he didn’t care as it was a glorious moment. He raised his arms into the air and yelled out in celebration.

“Yeah yeah, settle down. People around here like their newcomers…” Guu said, a little annoyed at the melodrama. “Anyways, if you really need a leader, I guess I’ll fill the role, because I’m generous.”

“Thank you my prin-”

“Call me Mistress Guu.”

“Yes! Yes, Mistress Guu!” He said, eager to please, not noticing how creepy this suddenly got.

“Well, before my interference, you were alright behind the mic. Do you usually entertain.”

“I’ve dabbled in the greater arts…” he said, rubbing his chin in thought. “More or less.”

“Hmmmm” Guu thought to herself. “Tell you what. The man in the house behind me is from your universe. He doesn’t seem to like Trolls. If you can lighten his opinion of your kind, I might have a bigger job for you.”

“Thank you Mistress! You won’t regret it!” He said, running off to Adam’s out with an incredibly baffled Karkat tagging behind him.

Her concentration was interrupted by her phone going off. Pulling it out of her stomach to the surprised of 10% of the crowd, she fingered through to find she got a text.

“One of the orcs was stabbed in the back from above. This was certainly not self-defense.”

Guu sighed heavily. She looked up from her phone to notice the crowd still there.

“Uhh… you can go now.” She said, and the crowd dispersed.

As people went on their merry way, Guu made another call. To the person on the other end, she explained the situation with Yu Kanda and gave out orders before slamming the phone off and placing it back in her stomach, sighing heavily.

Suddenly, a boy runs onto the scene, huffing like crazy.

“Does anyone other than you deliver the news around here?” Guu asked sarcastically.

“Sorry Princess. We’ve received word that Mickey Mouse and Proto Man are entering the city from the North.”

“What?” She responded with a genuine look of shock.

Before he could respond again, she was off running North. Now that she thought about it, Mickey was coming up in her senses, she knew what direction she needed to go to get to him.

—————

Emerald

“Hello.”

Emerald’s eyes slowly crept open at the sound of the voice. Her ears perked up and her vision came into focus. It was daylight and she could hear the sounds of jungle birds all around her.

“Did I wake you?”

She looked down at the source of the voice. Down on the jungle surface was a young woman with black hair, black tank top and pants, and tattoos on each shoulder. She was looking up at her with a neutral look on her face.

“Are you the one called Emerald?” She said. “I was told she was a shapeshifter and all her forms looked green so I assume it’s you.”

Emmy just looked down at her, slightly curious at a human who would address her so.

“I am Emerald.” She said with cat lips.

“Can you come down? You’re not in trouble, I just want to talk.”

Reluctantly, the gem climbed down the tree. She sat down in front of her and looked up, awaiting whatever the human had to say.

“My name is Sylvia Black, I’m second in command here in Ambrosia. I’ve been told you’re new in the Omniverse, so I’m supposed to give you the run down.”

She sat down in a near by tree root before continuing.

“So, you’re what’s called a prime, you can create stuff with some magical power that a god of sorts has granted you. Said god has brought you here to his personal dimension. I couldn’t tell you if you could escape, so yeah, you’re here now.

“You are currently in Ambrosia. It’s a community of the strange and unusual, at least by human standards. Guu has already stated that you are welcome to stay here if you like. Yeah. So any questions thus far?”

[Gamzee Makara]

Adam Gaite

OHHHHHHHHHHHHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOY!

With a hoot and a shout of excitement and joy, Gamzee grabs Karkat by the back of the shirt collar and drags him towards the home of an ill opinionated motherfucker, eager to please his new mistress and perhaps even redeem the honor of his race.

Nah, just kidding. He doesn't really give a fuck about that last bit.

"You won't regret it!" He shouts once more, before slamming the door behind him and his baffled fellow.

"Wait! Wait you idio-"

*SLAM*

Karkat furiously spasms and flails away from his friend's grasp, who in reality could have just kept him held in place at arm's length. The crabby alien stomps a few feet away from him before turning back around to face Gamzee. The two regard each other, one with a dopey smile, the other with a deepening scowl. The latter throws his hands up in the air wordlessly, and opens his mouth as if he's about to say something derogatory, but nothing comes out.

The other still wears a fool's grin and a glint of excitement in his eye.

"After we're done talking to this asshole, you and I are having a serious discussion about 'group decisions.'"

"Kay."

And without another word, the strange duo make for the flight of stairs that no doubt lead to a troll-hating asshole.

As the clown nears the top of the staircase, he hears some weird-ish sounds. A soft thunk can be heard at regular intervals, along with some muffled swearing. It sounds as if someone has a case of I-hate-my-life-so-much-right-now syndrome. The juggalo stands silently in the doorway, staring blankly at the odd scene before him. A human lookin' motherfucker dressed in God-Tier garb is busy beating himself up. Literally.

Karkat stands behind him on the tips of his toes, trying to get a good look. He finally gives up, and shoves his taller friend through the doorway. The two awkwardly stand there, just staring at the human kid.

"What the fuck is this shit?!" Karkat hisses as quiet as he can. There was a damn God-Tier player in the Omniverse! There have to be implications of some sort because of this... Maybe this is another stage in the game! Or, or maybe like, maybe this is the endgame in the machinations of that Scratch asshole or or or maybe this Omni guy IS Doctor Scratch!

Gamzee just has this dumb look on his face. The cherry-blooded troll doesn't think his High-Blood friend is making any connections.

Welp.

Karkat clears his throat, coughing just a bit.

[Guu]

Yu Kanda and Minato Namikaze

The pair wandered into town. Immediately, the ninja began to see what the samurai had meant by the sheer oddity of its people. Animals walked on two feet as if they were human, people rode around on large yellow birds like horses, and some of the buildings far from matched the overall décor with one noticeable one being composed of spheres and domes.

As they made their way through the mass of people, one person they failed to notice was approaching them. She was a human girl, can’t be more than twelve-years-old, red wavy hair, wearing a pale green girl scout uniform with numerous badges covering her sash. She looked almost completely normal amongst the swarm of diversity around them and the pair didn’t take note until she stopped in front of them and gave them a salute.

“Hello!” She said with a pleasant smile a mile wide. “My name is Ballerina Birgitta McBastian! Everyone just calls me Birgitta, though.”

Yu and Minato glanced at each other. The ninja shrugged it of and turned to greet back

“Hello! I’m Minato!”

The girl scout jumped back in surprise

“Oh my! Is this your first time here?” She yelled in surprise. She quickly took off her backpack and reached it, yanking out a box of peanut butter cookies. She hands it over to him. “Please have this. I hope you enjoy your stay here. I wish I had more, but I’m here for Yu Kanda.”

The Minato accepts the cookies cheerfully and works towards opening them up. Yu gains her attention again.

“What do you want for me?” Asked the samurai.

“Oh, I’ve been sent by Guu. I’m your parole officer!”

“My wha-”

Suddenly, the palm of her hand collided with his face with the force of the blunt end of a hammer. He flies several feet, plummeting to the ground hard on his back. His head spinning, the little girl starts yelling at him.

“The fucking hell is wrong with you? We sent you to gather information, and you up and murder the only people who have it?”

“I-I said it was self-defense…” He excused, head still in a whirl.

“You don’t stab people in the back in self-defense, not from above at least. It was obvious you struck first while they were defenseless! Now Ambrosia could be in serious danger and there’s no possible way we could know until it’s too late!”

[The Dreamer]

Guu == Sylvia Black

The emerald feline sniffed the female that stood before her, taking in all the information that scent could provide. Along with a scent that she imagined was the child's own, she recognized a familiar one. The one of the Princess of this town.

"So you're one of that girl's then, are you?" Emerald asked, referencing the the fellow shapeshifter she met when she arrived.

"And yes, this is indeed a place for the unusual. Never have I seen such an amalgam of non-human creatures in one place. Most creatures I've encountered, outside of humans and animals, were all mindless former Gems." Emerald noticed the questioning look in the eyes of this Sylvia Black. "Notice I said former. I may be more animal than you, or many you may know, but I am by no means mindless."

Emerald noted all other the information provided by the female, statements about a god-like being that gave people their power and how this was a dimension separate to the one she had lived in before. She was displeased with the
accusation that her power was not her own, but instead a 'gift' from a creature worshiped as a god. The only gods that gave her strength were the ones who governed the natural cycle. Emerald kept these things to herself though; she did not care to give away anything of hers so lightly, unlike this Sylvia Black.

"I shall stay for now I suppose," she turned to look towards the wilderness to her left and right, "and this will be my dwelling. Human comforts are just that, things that humans find comforting." Emerald shifted back to her humanoid form, "and as you can see, I am not human."

Emerald bounded towards the tree she had slept in, shifting back into the feline form she had previously held as she began to dart up the tree. Upon reaching the top, she turned back towards the girl and spoke.

"I do expect to see that Princess of yours again soon though. She does not seem to have much in the way of manners when it comes to being an animal, and perhaps someone should teach her them." She smirked with a mouthful of razor sharp teeth, "it would be a pity for her to greet a creature less forgiving than me in that way."

"And I'm sure you know where you'll find me, so bring her next time will you?" She turned and dart from tree to tree, delving deeper into the wilds behind the palace, planning the moves necessary to make herself top dog amongst the creatures her... Or top cougar in this case.

[Tearen Wover]

Klee and Shen had been soaring over the myriad green hues of the Tangled Green for almost two hours when the large clearing filled with exotic buildings peeked above the treeline. They had been so far away from Ambrosia that they had almost started to question the accuracy of their directional intuition. But now, the happy little town was laid out before them. It seemed as if there had been some sort of scene very recently in the village, as a crowd was in the middle of dispersing.

The two Aspects hung conspicuously in the sky; one of them a black cube on its tip glowing with an inner blue light, the other a shining black tetrahedron that held a red illumination. Both wwre roughly one foot in diameter. Some of the small, brightly colored villagers began to notice the Aspects hovering against the overcast sky, pointing stubby fingers up in their direction.

This was exciting! Everyone looked like they were having a wonderful time, and there was so much art and culture to explore. Unfortunately, they had a missiob to complete. It was of utmost importance that Princess Guu lend aid to the Master in the coming battle. They both knew what Guu looked like, but they didn't see anyone matching her description out in the open. Perhaps she was indoors or attending to some sort of official business. Princesses were busy after all!

Without further hesitation, the pair of gleaming obsidian constructs zoomed down into the damp dirt clearing in the middle of town. Hushed, excited whispers heralded their arrival in the midst of the populace. Some of the younger citizens hid behind the hems of older Ambrosians' skirts. Klee and Shen began to speak, but it was a little confusing because they were both talking at once.

"Hiya!"
"Greetings."

"We're lookin' for the short pink one!"
"Would someone be able to direct us to Gu?"

"We gotsa message from Nealaphh!"
"We wish to discuss business with her."

The villagers milled around and looked at eachother with thin-lipped glances. These two didn't seem like the normal sort of folk who ambled into Ambrosia. Something was...off...about them...

[Yu Kanda]

So much power from one punch. Kanda slowly got up after gotten knocked down by this little girl standing in front of him. Even though she did not look like much, her punch was something to fear. How was such a thing possible ? The exorcist dusted off his black uniform covered in sand and mud, once it was clean he then returned his attention to the girl.

"You're my probation officer ? What does that mean ?" Kanda enquired.

"It means you fucked up and now you have to deal with me. Did you ever think about what your actions may cause ? Because of that little stunt of yours we are unsure what will happen with the meeting, you dumb piece of shit. " The little girl raged on. She had quite the mouth on her and a temper, something Kanda did not intend to encourage. Minato stood by, wisely keeping his thoughts to himself, afraid to get pulled into the argument.

"Look, first of all you have no idea what happened. They lost their lives but it could've easily been my own life that was lost there, when I first encountered them they showed nothing but hostility. They didn't deserve a better treatment than they gave me. Secondly i-.." Kanda's monologue was interrupted, the sound of hand meeting cheek was heard throughout the street as his parole officer send him flying once more. This time he flew against a wall. With great speed he hit it and bounced back towards the floor, though he wouldn't fall down a second time. His landing was rough but managed to land kneeling down.

" You don't get to decide that, you don't decide who lives, not here. Your actions could have destroyed the princess's efforts for peace with the orcs. This won't be taken lightly, you are coming with me before you do any more harm."

"And if i refuse ?" Kanda spoke while placing his hand on his sword, creating tension between the two. A tension interrupted by the cheerful Minato, who obviously attempted to calm them both down.

"Now now, how about we all calm down. Kanda, it seems best you listen to this young lady. You don't seem like the kind of guy that would attack a young girl. I think its best you do as she asks and find a civil solution instead of clubbing it out here in the streets."

Kanda did not reply, he simply removed his hand from his sword. He couldn't resist displaying his displeasure by grunting as he got up. He walked back towards the duo.

"Well then i guess we part ways here, Kanda?" Kanda turned his attention towards his travel companion., but before he could speak the girl addressed the ninja.

"I'm afraid so, Kanda has work to do. I am so very sorry you had to see this, please enjoy your stay on Ambrosia., it's a great place ! Just approach anyone, they are all super friendly, I'm sure anyone would be happy to show you around. " The girl said enthusiastically, completely changing her behavior while addressing Minato.

"Thank you miss. Kanda, best of luck, may we meet again."

"Stay safe Minato, until we meet again." Kanda quickly replied before following Birgitta into town. Not knowing where he was going the exorcist kept his guard up. Even though the creatures here seemed harmless and joyful he couldn't let his guard down. If every one of them is as strong as Guu or Birgitta he would be in allot of trouble if they all turned against him.

Birgitta led him towards a house, grabbed a key and opened the door. "Alright, inside you go." A hesitant Kanda stepped inside, slowly stepping forward as he was looking around for a trap. " Would you stop with the suspicious looks already ? We aren't like that, Ambrosia is a peaceful place. If dumbasses like yourself don't ruin it for us. Here, we need to go down." She opened a door that led to a cellar, another indication that there might be something more to all of this. Kanda was ready for what was to come and started walking towards the lower level, downstairs he saw a room with nothing out of the ordinary. There was a workplace, a table with a few chairs, a strange vehicle he never seen before and some decoration. "Take a seat over there." Birgitta pointed towards one of the chairs. Without any objections the exorcist took a seat while the girl was looking for something in the cabinets. "Ah, here it is." She walked back to Kanda sitting in the chair while holding some sort of bracelet, she clicked it open . "You know what this is ?" She showed Kanda a black bracelet with a red blinking light on it. "No, can't say i do."

"Ah that's good !" And with that she clicked the bracelet back together on Kanda's ankle. Who in turn got up from the chair Immediately, taking a defensive stand a few steps back. "What did you do ?!"

"Ow that ? It's a simple tracking device so we can keep tabs on you. We just cannot have an incident like last time happen again. This way both me and the princess can locate you at any time"

" Kind of extreme measures don't you think? I mean you made your point perfectly clear, twice. Seeing as I am no citizen of this city the orcs cannot hold you accountable for my actions, an outsider's actions."

The words silenced Birgitta for a moment, taking in what the exorcist just said. "That may be so, but you were requested by our princess to communicate with them, not murder them. So for now, you will do as you are told until you paid your debt to Ambrosia and Princess Guu."

The girl was serious, this was not something Kanda could get away from this easily without making god knows how many enemies. Perhaps he was a bit too hasty, letting his emotions take control. " So, if I do this job, and agree to wear this tracker, will my community debt be paid ?"

"Perhaps, it's up to the princess to decide that. I'm just doing what she asked of me." She threw a backpack towards Kanda who caught it. "This is your job, you are to deliver this package to a friend of Ambrosia, he lives in a village in Camelot"

"Camelot ? Never heard of it, I've only came to this place recently, I have no clue were this Camelot place is, hell i don't even know where this place is."
"It's time you learned then, Prime. Take out your dataverse device."

Kanda took out the device Guu gave him earlier. Birgitta stood next to him and started showing him how to properly use it. It took some time to explain everything to the prime but eventually he started to get the hang of it. On the dataverse Birgitta showed him where to find allot of information about the world he was in.

***

After getting to know the world he was in a bit better, thanks to the information on the Dataverse ,Kanda felt more comfortable going out there.
"It explains allot already, so this Camelot is in another verse, which i can enter through a similar gate that i used to get into this place?"

"Finally you are getting it, yes you are to take the gate to Camelot. Now how about instead of staring at that screen you start heading out and do your work. And remember, we can keep track of you"

"Yes i know, don't worry. Ill deliver your bag to your ally." He hid his tracker underneath his pants, grabbed the bag and stood in front of his parole officer. " Once I delivered this package I shall return."

"yeah take your time with that Kanda, preferably until after the meeting. Visit Camelot and its sights while you are there. " She obviously did not want the violent exorcist around when this important meeting started. Kanda did not mind at all, he had a job to do.

"Very well, I shall contact you once the job is done." And with that Kanda took his leave. He walked through the town towards the entrance. Thanks to his probation officer's explanation of the dataverse he knew where to go, next stop, Camelot.

[Roger Smith]

Thud. Thunk. Thwack.

Adam's preoccupation with trying to concuss himself enough to no longer care about a certain series of events leaves him blissfully unaware of the entrance of the very things he was trying to drive out of his mind with crippling self-inflicted head trauma. A long, drawn out, angry soliloquy is mercifully prevented when there is the sound of someone clearing their throat.

And with a final, distinctive THUD, Adam flinches visibly, shrinking down nearly half a foot and a muttered "FUCK." clearly audible in the relative quiet. For a long moment, the very displeased young heir of time remains stock still, the only sign of life the continued muttering and sub-audible complaints issuing forth in an endless torrent from his mouth.

Finally a shiver ran through his entire frame, as if resigning himself to his fate, having not heard the sound of anyone departing and most assuredly not feeling the sensation of waking up from what he had fancifully entertained as a possible dream, he straightened up to his not-so-impressive full height and turned about, mostly turning his head, to look at his 'guests'.

Behind his glasses, his eyes went first to the crabby-looking troll. The shorter of the pair. Radiating a sense of barely-contained rage at anything and everything. And then the other. Dopey-looking. Seemed like he could barely string together more than two sensible thoughts in any given period of hours. It could be worse. There could be more of them. They could possibly be connected to that fucking game that had wrecked his entire life. They could be figments of his imagination here to kill him in his sleep.

OR ONE OF THEM COULD BE FUCKING HIGHBLOOD.

The twitch in Adam's eye was all the warning that there was before he launched into a string of angry drivel. "Great. Fantastic. Awesome. Super." He turned back to the wall, smacking one closed fist against it in a pointless gesture of ill-relieved frustration before pushing away from it, limping visibly without the aid of his trusty crutch -- one of these days he could realize he didn't need it anymore....one of these days. Probably.

"As if this entire fucking place wasn't bad enough....get ripped from the ass end of a game session when things are about to finally go right and be over, then I get the god tier slapped out of my by some fuck who may or may not be a first guardian in disguise, and then I have no idea what the fuck and now I'm here, and I CONTINUE TO HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK--" He whipped around and pointed an accusing finger at the two trolls, directing the weight of the action at Gamzee in particular. "AND NOW.....you two show up. If this is coincidence then it's a really fucking bad one. I have never seen a coincidence as coincidental as this in my life. Or in all the lives I have memories of shoved in my fucking skull."

And if it isn't a coincidence, Adam? What then?

"And if this isn't a coincidence, then I..." He let his arm drop lamely back to his side. "I still have no idea what the fuck." He put one hand to his forehead. "Agh, now my head hurts.....and not just because of headbutting the wall...." He turned a much less rage-filled gaze back at his 'guests', trying to hide the twitch and urge to grab his rifle and escort the unwanted occupants from the premises in the most expedient, violent manner possible. ".....so. What brings you by?"

[Minato Namikaze]

At the Sty and Fry

Brigitta reminded him of Kushina in fact, with that red hair, she was almost a perfect copy of Kushina as a child - personality wise. Minato smiled softly as he watched the two march off, leaving him alone in the middle of the street. It hadn’t hit him at first, but the place was full of animals. Some of them stood up on two legs and seemed to be speaking to each other in english. It wasn’t ‘normal’ to the absolute meaning of the word, but I guess this new world was much different than his own. Besides, his own world also had talking animals, Ninja Animals even. So Minato didn’t feel weird about being surrounded by these strange creatures, he was more concerned about being lost in this new world.


Minato had been wandering around for quite a while, just getting a grasp of the way this place worked was his first instinct. As a ninja, Minato was always thinking about gathering information first. Whether or not that meant asking questions or just quietly observing from a distance really depended on how others around him acted. It wasn’t a mission, and the people here didn’t seem hostile towards him, so just finding someone to talk to seemed like the best plan. The problem, however, was that everyone seemed so busy, he didn’t want to seem rude and interrupt anyone here. Minato sighed as he turned a corner, his stomach grumbling as he did so.

‘I guess I’m hungry.’ Minato said before being interrupted by a high pitched voice.
‘Great! You can eat here then!’ The voice exclaimed happily as Minato turned to see a small pig standing in front of some sort of restaurant.

‘Sty and Fry, huh?’ Minato asked himself quietly as he looked up at the shop sign.
‘Yep!’ The pig exclaimed happily. ‘My name is Mina! Come in and have some food in my restaurant!’

The Pig’s little cafe was busy, full of people and animals alike. Each seemed happy and contented, eating away at their meals and talking with each other. Minato didn’t know how anyone could hear each other over this noise, but a lot of the restaurants back in the Leaf could be like this at times as well.

‘Come, sit down at the table!’ The pig exclaimed as she moved quickly behind the counter and into a small back room and then out again.This time she was accompanied by another small animal.


‘This is my girlfriend, Colita! She’ll take your Order!’ Mina explained with an unusual amount of excitement in her voice. The rabbit standing next to Mina sighed as she pulled out a note pad and a pen from under her apron.

‘Mina… I’ve told you several times, my name is Bonita.’ The Rabbit replied in an unimpressed tone as she turned to face Minato. ‘What would you like?’

‘Oh... I’ll just have whatever today’s special is.’ Minato replied as he watched Bonita write something down and then walk off into the back of the Cafe.

‘Isn’t Colita the best!?’ Mina smiled playfully as she jumped up onto the seat and sat in front of Minato. Minato laughed an embarrassed laugh as he heard Bonita’s loud sigh echo from the back of the small cafe.

‘So, what’s your name?’ Mina asked in a tone that made her seem way too eager.

‘My name is Minato, it’s nice to meet you.’ Minato replied cautiously, something about this strange little pig made him feel anxious. In his world, most people outside of his own village feared
meeting him, but here, she seemed eager to converse with him.

‘Oh, don’t be shy! I just love meeting new people!’ Mina exclaimed as she shook his hand with her unnaturally human-like hand. ‘I also love your name!’

Minato smiled and thanked the small animal as he looked past her to where Bonita had gone, she was still in the back room preparing some sort of food.

‘Oh, don’t worry about Bonana!’ Mina said, returning Minato’s attention to herself. ‘She’ll be along shortly, with food!’ Minato nodded in agreement with Mina as he thought of possible questions to ask her. He knew where he was, Ambrosia, but he didn’t quite know what this place was supposed to be. That seemed like a good first question.

‘So, What is this place?’ Minato asked Mina, hoping that he didn’t sound like he was trying to interrogate her.

‘Ambrosia? It’s a place where anyone is welcome!’ Mina explained with a smile, it seemed like she was remembering something as she spoke. ‘But if you break the law here, you get punished!’ The pig’s words seemed honest and sincere, but that last part had interested Minato. from what he’d seen - excluding Kanda and Brigitta - the people and animals around here didn’t seem big on fighting.

‘Punished, what do you mean?’ Minato queried as his interest began to rise.

‘Our leader is strong! and she’s not the only strong Prime here!’ Mina exclaimed, her little smile never leaving her face.

‘Prime… So I’m not the only one?’ Minato muttered softly, but Mina’s ears were sharp, she hadn’t missed a word that he’d tried to keep to himself.

‘Nope! there are other Primes out there.’ Mina replied ‘You must be new!’

‘Yeah, I’ve only been here for the better half of a day.’ Minato replied as memories of his wife, Kushina, and his son, Naruto, flooded back into his mind. Thoughts of never meeting his son, or ever seeing his wife again pained him. Minato’s embarrassed smile turned into a pain filled frown as these thoughts filled his mind. The last memory he had of Kushina was of her blood soaked face, and now he was here. Alive and well, while she was still dead.

‘Hello?’ Mina’s voice questioned, snapping Minato out of his small session of depression. He looked up at the pig only to find her smile had disappeared, it had been switched with a look of interest and slight worry. Minato smiled at his new found friend, he didn’t want her worrying about him, or trying to pry into his personal life.

‘Oh, looks like my food is coming.’ Minato smiled warmly as he watched Bonita emerge from behind the front counter. She was holding a small porcelain dish with a cup on it in one hand and another small plate in the other, with some kind of small cake on it. Minato didn’t quite know what sort of food was considered to be normal within Ambrosia, but it looked delicious.

‘One Bunnyccino and a slice of Sponge Cake.’ Bonita stated as she placed the food in front of him. Minato looked at the food with a confused look. The concept of a ‘Bunnyccino’ was very alien to him. The piece of cake, however, looked very tasty.

‘Oh, it’s just a coffee! Colette calls it a ‘Bunnyccino’ because she makes it.’ Mina explained as she saw Minato’s look of confusion. ‘Silly Lola.’

‘Really? My name is Bonita. You just used two different names within five seconds of each other.’ Bonita voiced with anger and frustration in her voice. Minato smiled and laughed a little to himself, the animals were cute, and seeing them bicker incited laughter in him. This caused Bonita to glare at him in anger. Now, Minato wasn’t one to scare easily but, when a woman is angry, he has every right to fear for his life. Minato looked to the food and then back to Bonita.

‘Thank you for the food, Bonita, I appreciate it.’ Minato thanked his waitress with a smile and then turned back to his food. It was time to eat.

[Gamzee Makara]

Karkat didn't know what he was dealing with here. Karkat didn't really know how to deal with what he was dealing with here. This human kid had let loose a slew of swears and curses, and it was clear his skill at hating things was almost equal to the Low-Blood's own. In fact, the crabby little alien was so shocked that he didn't actually know how to respond to this development, other than with more swearing. A lot more swearing.

Gamzee begins to shuffle around in his pockets, searching for something.

"Oh fuck you! Fuck you! You can't just start talking to yourself like a mental patient, swearing at us and yourself all the while, and then turn around and start to fucking greet us like it never happened and as if we were dignified guests instead of some asshats that walked into your fucking domicile!"

Gamzee continues to scrounge around in his bottomless pockets, a look of supreme concentration on his painted face.

"Listen you crazy bastard, I don't know what your goddamn problem is but you better straighten out your internal shit before you start acting all fucking insane. We're all just as confused as you are, so don't act like you're entitled to anything, because you fucking aren't, you little shit!

Adam is speechless. His mouth stands agape.

The High-Blood's face lights up in delight, and it seems he has found what he has been looking for. He begins to reach into his pocket-

“Don’t you fucking dare, you clowny fuck!”

Karkat would be impressed at this human's ability to get a word in if he wasn’t so flabbergasted and mildly pissed off. Adam has made a move for his rifle, grabbing it from the wall it was leaning on. He levies the barrel at Gamzee Makara, the first High-Blooded Troll he has encountered in quite some time. He was making quite the effort at acting cordial at first, but then this little shit stain of a mutant just popped off, and Adam Gaite don’t take no shit from no troll. The clown freezes, hand clutching some unidentifiable item as it is about to leave his pocket. His eyes are wide, mouth drawn together tight. Not necessarily a frown, but...

Slowly, ever so slowly, the tall Troll pulls out a rubber bicycle horn.

Silence.

honk

Adam stares blankly at the creature, barrel wavering.

honkhonk

Adam tentatively places his weapon back in its resting place at the wall. His hands float up to his skull, fingers beginning to massage his temples. God his head hurts. God this is stupid.

Gamzee nonchalantly drops the horn back into his pocket before extending a hand to Adam in greeting.

“Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gun. My moniker happens to be Gamzee Makara, and this crabby little explosive is my best bro Karkat. Mistress Guu said that your disposition is not all up and chummy with what we were all up and motherfucking made to be as trolls, so...What’s good in your hood, brother?”

Honk-Ass human needs some motherfucking pie.

Karkat is too busy catching flies with his mouth to respond to whatever the fuck this was.

[Roger Smith]

Good fucking mother of apparently not really that merciful GOD this was the most bullshit Adam had ever seen in recent memory -- not that recent memory was all that inclusive of anything that wasn't bullshit to one degree or another.

But this....THIS......THIIIIIIIIIIIIS was a huge, fresh, steaming, fragrantly spewing its horrid stink everywhere PILE of bullshit that he was finding very hard to cope with without devolving into the incoherent rage-drivel he had once been quite well known for.

It was only the sheer amount of "what" running through his mind at Gamzee suddenly pulling a bicycle horn that was restraining him from launching into a counteroffensive right back at the crabby little expletive-spewing troll and attempting to match him expletive for expletive and pointless rage level for pointless rage level.

That and the growing headache that was now firmly settled in place.

"You just....the....with the....and the....." His hands dropped from trying to massage the pain out of his head to cover his eyes, curling into fists and looking like he was on the verge of clawing his eyes out. A long, quiet groan of disgruntlement issued forth from the incredibly confused and thoroughly displeased heir of time, trailing off into an odd growling muttering.

He was reacting about as well as anyone else might who's rage had just been straight-up executed by a three honk volley from a clown's bicycle horn.

He didn't quite recoil and shriek when Gamzee extended a hand, but he most definitely did jerk away, flinching and dropping one arm from over his eyes to over his chest, looking ready to ward off an assault, and keeping the other one over his face in a gesture that said clearer than any words "OH DEAR GOD PLEASE DON'T HIT ME".

When the highblood merely went on talking Adam slowly shifted the hand over his face so he could see again, his expression locked into a wide-eyed stare of still-present confusion and what looked to a barely-restrained mixture of fear, anxiety and slowly-dwindling rage.

"I....you....and Guu.....what." It was more than just simple exasperation at that point. It was more of Adam's brain chugging along two steps behind and struggling to keep pace with the conversation. He just stared blankly with his expression unchanging, as if awaiting clarification or trying to formulate things to make sense in his head.

Admittedly probably both.