A Roleplay with Mittens365

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M: "Johann, I'm not understanding these new schematics you had me print off," someone said, entering through the half-crumbling archway of a ruined castle's outer wall, "these measurements of the ceilings are about 5 ft taller than the first ones we had, you can't possibly believe that people with wooden scaffolding and donkey powered elevators were able to build this place so high."

A countryhuman turned to face her, his flag wasn't of any known country, in fact, it was a mixture of two countries, exactly like the woman who spoke to him.

"Zal, these measurements are tiny in comparison to other old monuments of the world that were made even earlier in history," he stated, though his mouth never once moved, "we've both traveled the world, you know what I'm talking about."

"The pyramids and the Taj mahal don't count, they both were built under the supervision of countries that had Eternal-like powers," she argued.

"Whatever, Zalia, these are the measurements that my instruments calculated, so these are the ones we are going with, they haven't been wrong yet," Johann grunted, grabbing the blueprints and rolling them up, "now, the first order of business, you and you're goons go check if that dimension rift thing spat anyone out this time, I don't want another incident with an ankylosaurus with a Russian accent destroying the back wall of the throne room."

"Alrigh, alright I'm going, you bossy brother," Zalia insisted, "you better hope there are no dinosaurs this time, otherwise I'm letting them eat you."

N: The dimensional rift fazed in and out of visibility; however, it was clear where it was with metal infrastructure outlining it.

Suddenly, the rift pulsed with activity, remaining visible as it grew, and all of a sudden two children were spat out, tumbling across the broken throne room floor. Once they had stopped, the two just looked at each other and laughed.

"I finally got you," the boy chuckled, looking no older than 7 with black hair and brown eyes, "you're it, Ella."

"That's not fair, Niko," the young girl frowned, her dark brown hair tied into pigtails as her green eyes started at him, looking no older than 5. Once they had gotten up on their feet, they began to wonder where they were, and realising they had no recollection of anything before they arrived, and they slowly were afraid of their new environment.

They jumped when the rift started pulsing again, so they quickly hid behind a large chunk of rubble, well hidden since they were small.

Soon two men were spat out, and the younger one grunted as the older one landed on him.

"Get the fuck of me, Wolfe," one of them spat, shoving the Saxon off him, "why is your arse so fat?"

"Shut it, Jo," Wolfgang grumbled, slowly getting up as he rubbed his elbows before helping his friend up. After assessing if they sustained any injuries, they fully took in the sight around them, and were confused at the rift behind them.

"How the hell did we end up here," Johann muttered, looking around in confusion, "and what is that?"

"I don't know," the Saxon muttered, then pointed to the doorway, or what seemed to be the remains of one, "but we can check out this place."

M: Before they could explore, the rift began pulsing one more time, dropping one more person out before completely disappearing, like it was never there.

"Argh, ow, that hurt," the man groaned, holding his face in pain, "what the hell happened?"

He sat up and looked around, his eyes locking on Johann and his mouth dropped, "Johann, is that you," he asked, "but how, I thought that I ... I was sick and I ... died."