First off, I apologize if I misrepresent your character. Of the characters we've chosen to play, I only know Piccolo, Itachi, and my own.... Hopefully I don't slaughter the rp experience too much.... Oh, and PP stands for Post-Planeshift; the people in this reality no longer recognize the Gregorian calendar.           Rorschach's Journal, 8:46 AM, March 15, 1 PP.           It's happening again, damnit. The murders. Brutal, messy, unmitigated. Someone's getting their rocks off on this shit, and that sick son of a bitch is still out there. Victim was beheaded, cops think a sword or kitchen knife was used. At least it wasn't a spoon again. I almost puked last time. I guess Mr. Anderson was innocent afterall. Shame he's already been zapped. Proves that even the best judge or jury can't get it right all the time. No matter. Odds are they just wanted to pin the murders to someone. Anderson was just in the wrong place at the wrong time with no alibi. Helped the prosecution sail through the trial. Hope that lawyer's out of a job. Fucking idiots.           Guess I'll have start at the bottom again. I've had a chat with the locals. They claim to have seen a monster prowling the area last night. A year ago I'd chalk it up to the booze, but after the incident I'll believe just about anything. I gotta say I kinda miss my world. The only person with super power was Manhattan. Here, even a sewer rat can kick your ass if you're not careful. Good thing Owl wasn't around to see that travesty. Course, if he was, he could've kept those damn turtles off my ass long enough for me to mount a defense. Anyway, the bums said this thing wore a mask and had some pretty nasty looking claws. Said it was huge, probably close to 7 feet tall. Sounds like my man. They claim he was heading towards Manhattan. Irony, it loves me.           "So? What do you think? Is it edible? Yeah, I know what it looks like. Ha! Yeah, kinda nutty too. I guess I'll give it a taste." Holding what appears to be a melted Snickers bar in one hand and his trusted friend Boo in the other, Minsc sits in an alleyway with his back against a brick wall. As he stares out at the endless masses passing by, he slowly raises the candy bar to his mouth and takes a taste test. "Well, it doesn't taste bad. And like they say, if it doesn't smell like it, and doesn't taste like it, then it isn't poo. In fact, it's not bad at all. You should try this Boo! It's good!"           "Are you seriously eating that?" someone says off to his left. "You're willing to pick up something off the ground and eat it? That's just gross, man."           Minsc turns his head to find an orange-haired teenaged boy looking at him with a disgusted look on his face. "Tastes fine to me, want a bite?"           "Uh, no. I'll pass."           "Just means more for me! What's that? You want a bite Boo? Here ya go."           "Boo?"           "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I haven't introduced myself. I'm Minsc, and this here is my friend Boo."           "Boo's a rodent?"           "He's a miniture giant space hamster. Say hello Boo."           "Right. I think I'll be moving on now, you're obviously in need of some help."           "Wait! Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Minsc hops up and follows the young man as he attempts to wander off.           "Why are you following me?"           "You haven't told me your name."           "Leave me alone."           "Boo says you're hiding something."           "I'm sure he does. Now leave me the hell alone." The guy continues to press forward, pushing his way through the crowded streets of New York. He turns to look behind him every few feet only to find Minsc still in toe. After ten minutes of trying to lose him and failing, he comes to a stop in a nearby alleyway and turns to face Minsc. "Ichigo, my name is Ichigo Kurosaki. Now go away!"           "Nice to meet you Ichigo. Seems like you know your way around this place. Care to show me the sights?"           "Seriously. Do I need to call the cops? Go the fuck away!" Ichigo summons a large sword out of nowhere and lifts it towards Minsc threateningly.           "Alright, alright. Calm down man. There's no need to get snippy." Minsc continues to blabber on about something, but Ichigo's attention is drawn elsewhere. He notices that the wind has picked up in the alleyway, that the temperature seems to be rising. "Weird, I wonder what that is," he hears Minsc say, snapping his attention back. Ichigo turns his head to the side and glances behind him to see what Minsc is referring to, only to find a strange, swirling mass of air behind him.           "What the hell?" states Ichigo as he spins to meet whatever this is face first. The wind speed begins to increase and with it comes an occasional flash of energy, mimicing a small isolated typhoon or thunderstorm. Fighting to stay on their feet, the two men barely notice a small rift forming in the center of the maelstrom and in the middle of it all, a pair of ominous red eyes opens, revealing a strange black circular patten within. As a body begins to materialize around them, however, they fade to black, losing any and all distinction. Within microseconds the rift closes and the storm vanishes, leaving only the young black-haired man standing before them.           "Welcome," states Minsc. "My name is Minsc, he is Ichigo, and this is Boo. What's your na..."           "Why did you bring me here?" he interrupts, ignoring the bald man's words.           "So, that's what it looked like," Ichigo says to himself. "Though, I remember it made me quite sick to my stomach, how come you're not puking your guts up?"           Getting rather annoyed by the lack of answers, Itachi attempts to activate his Sharingan only to find it sealed away by some unknown force. Instantly --and wrongly -- assuming the two men standing before him are responsible, he leaps backwards and begins making hand signs. Before he can finish his jutsu though, a loud screech echoes through the alleyway, drawing the attention of all three of them skyward where what seems to be a blue dragon is flying by. Seconds later another young man comes darting around the corner and runs into Itachi, bouncing off and hitting the wall. He apologizes and continues running, seemingly chasing the aformentioned dragon.           "What's going on here?" Itachi asks.           "Good question," Ichigo replies.           "What's your name?" Minsc resumes.           Deciding he won't get his answers until they get their own, he finally tells them he is Itachi Uchiha of Akatsuki. "Akatsuki? Is that in Asia?" inquires Minsc.           "Where am I? Did you bring me here?" Itachi asks.           "New York city, and no, we didn't," states Ichigo. "As far as anyone knows, this place itself brought you here. No one knows why or how, but everyone here was brought here just like you."           "How do I go back?"           "As far as I know, you can't."           "Hmph." Before the interrogation can continue, Itachi notices some movement out of the corner of his eye. He takes a step to the side, avoiding another collision, this time with a large green guy in a white cape.           "Did a guy with a mark on his forehead run through here?" the green man asks. Minsc points in the direction the previous guy ran off in. "Did you see a dragon?" Ichigo nods. "And you're just standing here doing nothing?" Itachi glares.           "Why, is the dragon a threat?" Ichigo asks.           "It was a blue dragon, of course it's a threat," Minsc retorts. "Looked pretty small though, probably just a scared youngling. Did it just arrive here too?"           The green man nods in affirmation. "Flew out of a rift in midair and began zapping everything in sight with some sort of electricity-based mouth attack."           "Breath weapon."           "Huh?"           "All dragons have breath weapons. Blue dragons can fire a line of electricity. How long was it?"           "What difference does that make?"           "The longer the line, the older the dragon."           "Uh, well, it had to have been over 100 feet in the air was still zapping cars on the street."           "Older than it looks then. Odd, usually the small ones are cake."           "You've fought a dragon before Minsc?" Ichigo asks.           "Sure, they're everywhere where I'm from. Not as common as Drow, but you'd be hard pressed to find a man my age that hasn't at least seen a dragon."           "Then come with me," the green man states. "We may need your help."           "Are are 'we'?" asks Ichigo.           "Right. My name is Piccolo, the kid that ran through here is Yakumo. Now come, we must be moving before it gets away."           "Are you coming, Itachi?" asks Ichigo, but when they look to where he was, Itachi is no longer there. "Sure, just run off and do your own thing. Why not. You have no clue where you are. Lead the way Mr. Piccolo."           Rorschach's Journal, 10:22 AM, March 15, 1 PP.           Manhattan. What a shithole. The media blames the Planeshift, but in reality, the heroes are to blame. Some of these asshats have the power of the sun in the palm of their hands, yet they do nothing to help. They just sit back and let the city tear itself apart from the inside out. I guess their bank accounts get nothing out of it. Hippocrates.           Finding this monster thing in this hellhole won't be easy. Sure as hell beats watching reruns of Family Guy though. What a joke of a comedy. I heard a joke once. "Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says 'Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.' Man bursts into tears. Says 'But, doctor...I am Pagliacci.'" Funny joke. Beats the hell out of "Reminds me of the time when..." any day of the week.           Having caught up with Yakumo on a rooftop just outside Manhattan, the trio of Ichigo, Minsc, and Piccolo stop to catch their breath; they've been running for quite a while. (Piccolo might have flown, but well, Steve didn't spend his CCP before I starting writing this.) "I lost it," Yakumo states as they huff and puff.           "Well that's just great," Ichigo replies. "We ran all this way for nothing."           "Who are your friends Piccolo?" inquires Yakumo.           "Minsc and Ichigo. Minsc claims to have experience in dealing with dragons."           "What happened to the other guy that was with you? The one I ran into."           "He disappeared while we were talking to Piccolo," replies Ichigo.           "Probably smarter than us then, this thing might kill all three of you."           "And not you? Why's that, do you taste bad?"           "I'm immortal, I can't die."           "Right, sure you are. And Boo's a miniture giant space hamster."           "Well, he is," Minsc states.           "Who's Boo?" Yakumo replies.           Before the conversation can continue though, another deafening screech is heard, its origin somewhere in the alleys below. Joining it this time, however, is a second sound, a loud growl like roar. "This way!" shouts Minsc as he runs towards a nearby fire escape and starts heading down. The others quickly follow and they soon find themselves running from alleyway to alleyway.           Somewhere nearby a great battle has begun between monsters. Having finally found a worthy prey, Scarface has engaged the blue dragon in mortal combat. He will have its head, or he will die in the attempt. Unfortunately for Scarface, the dragon can fly and he can't.           Still dazed and confused by the sheer number of skyscrapers, humans, and technological contraptions, Khellendros the blue dragon attempts to flee from his attacker. He'd rather not waste his energy in a battle with this predator. Besides, he hasn't really adjusted to his new form. You try getting shrunk to 1/15th your size at the same time as being transplanted 1,000 years into the future; see if you can handle it. Khellendros isn't stupid, best to run from this beast of a man, at least for now. Scarface gives chase, but Khellendros quickly gives him the slip, weaving in between buildings. And so the true hunt begins.           Rorschach's Journal, 5:49 PM, March 15, 1 PP.           Manhattan's a dead end. No one's seen this masked monster. All everyone's talking about is a dragon. A dragon. Just what I wanted to hear. A dragon. In New York. This place is truely going to hell in a handbasket. How do you fight a dragon? Murderers, rapists, thieves....those are easy. A dragon? Do bullets even hurt them? I might have to leave this one to the capes. That Superman guy could probably fight a dragon. Barehanded. And win too. Me? I heard humans taste good with ketchup.           As night falls in the area, Yakumo, Ichigo, Minsc, and Piccolo have given up their search for the elusive dragon. They've since retired to a local pizza joint and are sharing their stories over a pint. By this time, Itachi has stumbled upon a bookstore and has uncovered information on the Planeshift. This new world isn't unlike his own, in reality. However, science seems to be the rule of law here, not jutsu. Lasers, automobiles, aircraft, submarines, supercomputers. None of these existed in his world, they didn't need to exist. When you can destroy an entire city with only a few hand movements, what do you need a bomb for? He exits the building and disappears into the mass of humanity, intent on finding out who or what brought him here...and forcing them to return him home.           Elsewhere, Scarface continues his hunt. With the shroud of darkness on his side, he is almost free to move wherever he wants. No longer is he restricted to the alleyways and sewers, cowardly hiding from the masses of this planet. A Predator shouldn't have to hide from the Humans, but the things he's seen since he arrived have unnerved him. This isn't the same Earth he remembers. No, this Earth is ripe for the hunt.           This dragon, however, was a pain in the ass. He thought he had lost all hope of tracking it until just a few minutes ago, when he stumbled on what appears to be evidence of feeding. A headless corpse, its brown trenchcoat and gray scarf stained with blood. Off to the side of the body, about a foot away lies a brown fedora and a small book. Scarface gently picks the hat up and finds that it's covered in some sort of translucent goo, possibly saliva. He drops it back on the ground and slowly advances futher into the alleyway, freezing upon hearing someone humming softly ahead.           Scarface ducks further into the shadows and continues forward. Around the corner he finds an old homeless man rubbing his hands together over a trash can fire, humming a tune to himself. The Predator watches him for a few moments, then slowly backs away, disappearing once more into the night. He fails to notice that the old man turns to watch him leave, a small grin on his face. A minute later the human's clothing explodes as Khellendros reacquires his dragon form. He takes flight, passing over the trash can fire, inside of which burns the corpse of a naked human. Rewards Yakumo Fujii gains 6 (+1 as writer) Exp. Ichigo Kurosaki gains 5 Exp. Minsc gains 6 (+1 from Race) Exp. Scarface gains 5 Exp. Khellendros gains 5 Exp. Itachi Uchiha gains 6 (+1 from Race) Exp. Piccolo gains 5 Exp.