The Change of Seasons

Incarnation

The Hub. A small space station located in the middle of a black abyss. Most would have panicked and gone insane by now or try to find a way out. Not these people, however.

"I sometimes wish that there were at least some stars out there. Seeing an eternal abyss of black gets really boring really quick." A British man with curly dark hair sighs. A Korean woman with dark hair in a scorpion braid joins him at the window.

"Yeah. This isn't pretty at all. Can we use any of our reincarnation tokens to get some lights out here?" A large blond Russian man sitting in a nearby chair deadpans at them.

"Last time I checked, these tokens are meant to be used for upgrades to make ourselves more superior, not silly cosmetics." Next, a large brown-haired American man and a black-haired Mexican woman snort at his response.

"C'mon now Gunther, it's not out of the question to want to make this place pretty." The woman said.

"It does get pretty tiring looking at the same white walls all the time. And maybe a bit of light out there would do us some good." The man says.

"Oh please, I'd rather we get stronger than look better." The Russian man, Gunther, scoffs. Just then, two more people walk in the room; a ginger Canadian man and a curly-haired French blond.

"But getting better drip is what makes us stronger. The drippier we are, the less of a chance an opponent will want anything to do with us." The French man beams. The Canadian man looks at him with disdain.

"Never say drippier ever again. Just hearing you say that makes me want to puke."

"Agreed. I thought you were better than that Dex."

"Charles! I thought you would be on my side! I thought you loved me!"

"Not when you're being cringy as fuck I don't."

"Is Dexter being cringy again? I have a bad enough of a headache as it is." A Chinese man then walks into the room, along with an Australian, German, Italian, and Japanese man.

"Of course the whole gang is together when I'm at my lowest! God help me!" The French man, Dexter, falls dramatically on the floor. The British man, Charlie, snorts in amusement while every else deadpans.

"Alright you big baby, enough with the theatrics. We've got shit to do." He helps him up and the twelve people stand in a circle. "Alright, roll call people! Charlie from the UK here!"

"Dexter from France!"

"Felix from Germany."

"Dante from Italy."

"Rosa from Mexico!"

"Maxwell from America!"

"Carter from Canada..."

"Gunther. Russia."

"Chaoxiang China!"

"Yeong, Korea."

"Asher from good ol Australia!"

"And finally, Yaku from Japan."

"Great! Now that we're all here, I assume we're ready for incarnation?"

"I assume so. I just hope we all get sent to the same world this time around." Rosa said. Everyone chuckled.

"Yes. Getting separated like that for the umpteenth time is getting annoying at this point." Yeong said. 

"Agreed. Has everyone spent their tokens how they wished?" Maxwell asked the room. Everyone shook their heads to say yes, then turned to a large green portal on the wall. "Well, it's time then. See you peeps on the flip side!" He shouted before diving into the portal. One by one they went through before the only ones left were Charlie and Yaku.