◊1st Ride◊ Another Day [Action to the Ushiromiya Family and Bunker Street]

[last_to_kneel]

[Varon tears through his room and grabs all of his shirts from the Polos to the short sleeved casual shirts. His own t-shirt has the sleeves ripped off the moment he discovers it. He knows he's not in Doma Headquarters or at his shared beach house. This place...confuses him.

After throwing all his shirts onto the bed, he starts his hunt for anything sharp to cut off the sleeves. Nothing looks comfortable to him at all despite the weather outside. The moment he looks around the house he stops and stares at the family portrait.]

What. The. Hell?

[He approaches it slowly and at first he thinks it's just another trick the Orichalcos pulls when he is sleeping. He's had dreams like this before but seeing the portrait with his supposed little sister in it, his eyes widen and he tears through the house in panic.]

WHO'S HERE!

[This dream is way too vivid to be a dream. He's feeling what he's feeling and his gut is telling him that something is very wrong.

He throws open the front door to see a quiet suburban neighborhood. He is definitely not at home.]

RAPHEAL! AMELDA! DARTZ IF THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR TRICKS IT'S NOT FUNNY!

[The Australian teen is definitely not in the mood for games.]

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[beamiracle]

[...well, there's no way Lion didn't hear any of that. Once Varon starts yelling, he heads downstairs to see what the commotion is. It looks like Mayfield has given Lion a new housemate, and a very angry and confused one at that.]

Ah...this isn't a trick of theirs, I don't think. Please, I can explain.

1/2

[last_to_kneel]

[He quickly turns from the front door and immediately looks the "father" up and down. He recognized him from the portrait but there is no connection there.]

2/2

[last_to_kneel]

[He then moves from the front door, closing it behind him and folds his arms.]

I'm listenin'.

[beamiracle]

[Oh good, that didn't take a lot of fuss.] Well...this is a town called Mayfield. Supposedly it's located in America during the 1950's, but that still isn't certain. People from different worlds are brought here on a regular basis, and they're assigned to houses to form family units. The idea is to make us think that we've lived here our whole lives.

I suppose you could say I'm the "father" figure of this house. [Lion bows.] My name is Lion Ushiromiya.

[last_to_kneel]

[Varon hasn't moved to make any gesture friendly or otherwise. He stands still with his arms still folded and that scowl.]

Varon.

[Still skeptical about the entire situation, Lion hasn't given him any reason to remain defensive. He slowly drops his arms and shoves them in his pockets.]

1950's?

[He's rolling his eyes now.]

Well then, Pops, [smirk] I need some money for clothes. I hate these shirts.

[His smirk is more rueful than playful and the sarcasm is very thick.]

[beamiracle]

[This kid arrives here and the first thing he asks for is money? The nerve. But Lion always tries to be patient. Key word here being "try".]

I could, but you won't have much luck either way. Much of the men's clothing sold here is the same. And we all get our things back over time while we're here, so I'm sure you won't have to go too long without your own clothes.

[last_to_kneel]

[Well, he's not very polite. He was practically raised on the streets and went through puberty in prison. -_- Manners? What are those?]

Tch, figures. Where are the scissors?

[He rolls his eyes and looks over at the shelf full of family stuff. Again those trophies. He thumbs over at them. At 5'7", Varon isn't very tall but his attitude is larger.]

What's all that? I'm supposed to be a footie?

[forever_cheery]

[When Varon opens the door and looks outside, on the sidewalk there's a woman passing by. She's floating as opposed to walking though, and stops when he yells, blinking at him.]

[last_to_kneel]

[He was about to yell again and stops himself. Instead he growls to himself, forcing himself to calm down. Still, he's very angry but at least he's not yelling.]

What? Never heard an Aussie before? I'm networkin'!

[forever_cheery]

I... What?

[She has no idea what he's talking about.]

[last_to_kneel]

[He blows out a puff of air from his chest. He can't tell if he wants to laugh or shout some string of obscenities at the poor hapless girl. So he rolls his eyes.]

Geez you're clueless. What'ya want?

[forever_cheery]

You just walked out suddenly and started yelling things! What did you want me to do?

[last_to_kneel]

Ugh.

[He's not sure to start yelling again or just slam the door and be done with it. He chooses the former.]

YOU COULD'A WALKED AWAY! NO ONE SAID YOU HAD TO STAND THERE!!

[Frustrated teen is frustrated.]

[sgtgunpla]

[Keroro attempting to sleep in but all that yelling wakes him. Then he sees the house in its new state.]

Oh c'mon I just cleaned up the place, de arimasu!

[last_to_kneel]

Who said that?

[He turns his head left to right, his hand still on the front door knob. He looks over his shoulder then down, his eyes widen then narrow.]

What in the hell are you?

[sgtgunpla]

I'm Keroro, de arimasu. I'm a Keronian, a frog alien but I'm considered a pet here. So looks like you're part of this family we got here.

[last_to_kneel]

[His face morphs from shock to now just staring blankly, then he laughs.]

Oy! You look like somethin' out of Jonouchi's deck! Do you squeak too?

[sgtgunpla]

Who the heck is Jonouchi and what do you mean by deck?

Please, me squeak? I'm the freaking leader of the Keroro Platoon, spearheading the Keronian goal of domination over Pekopon, or what you call Earth, de arimasu!

[Yeah except he's been stuck in his universe's Earth for five years has never succeeded. Go figure.]

[last_to_kneel]

[Now he's laughing.]

You?! A dictator?!

AH-HA HA HA HA!!

I've heard of big personalities in li'l bodies but you really earned that! I can grow to like ya. You're a funny bitzy frog. Think I'll take you with me to show-n-tell at school. That'll stir things up.

[woodsiequeen]

[It's been a while since Viktoria's heard a confused newcomer in the house. This one's especially loud, so she waits and listens until the commotion comes close enough for her to interrupt:]

You certainly know how to make an entrance.

[last_to_kneel]

[He whips around, still standing in the doorway. Upon seeing his not!mother his eyes widen then narrow.]

An' I'm supposed to take that? What the hell is this place!? I'm so close to finishin' off what I started back home and I'm here in this hell hole! This isn't funny!

[woodsiequeen]

[...This kid clearly has no concept of 'indoor voice'.]

You are not the first to be dragged away from something important. Nor will you be the last. It's only the first of many terrible things this place will do to you.

[last_to_kneel]

[He closes the door behind him, keeping what is being said only between them.]

Yeah? Like what?

[His voice does drop to prevent eavesdropping.]

[woodsiequeen]

[Smart boy. Best not to mince words:]

We are in a prison, brought here for reasons that have yet to be fully disclosed. Our captors enjoy toying with us in many cruel ways. They try to turn us against each other and inflict terrible suffering. Not even death is an escape, for they can bring you back from it so your suffering can continue. And you will die here. Welcome to Mayfield.

[last_to_kneel]

[He's listening and processing every word she said. This direct approach grabs him quickly.]

Huh, so this place likes to fuck around with people, chew them up an' spit 'em out before callin' it a day. Yeah, prison's 'bout the best way to put it.

[Intense blue eyes take another look around.]

Welcome to Hell should be more like it.

[Varon's eyes look back at what he suspects is his mother here.]

Guess it's best to play along for now or is that sayin' too much?