Roleplay

Oda Nobunaga
Oda turned to face his opponent’s army. Several strategies danced through his mind, as he was lightly outnumbered by his foe and the time of battle was approaching. Just as he was about to send orders to his soldiers, he turned to see everything go dark, and suddenly very bright.

The light faded into a calmer darkness, with illuminated areas from the plants around him. A ringing in his ears, Oda held his head as he felt very disoriented. Where was this place? He appeared to be standing on a rough black stone upon a cliff, where the cliff lead down several meters into a dark forest of immensely tall black trees with glowing bulbous growths on their bark, and behind him several similar trees of the same size, with dangerous-looking bushes blocking whatever path would be clear behind him.

He had some food and water, so he would be okay. For now, he chose to meditate, keeping calm for now, and attempt to wait until daylight.

Raela

All was quiet in the hotel room as Raela shifted her stance, the thin headset covering her eyes giving off a very low glow, as she moved her hands in a jabbing motion, her feet flashing forward, then back, then forward again. A hard upward swing was delivered to air, as if she weilded a spear, and then she spun into a kick. A soft chime rang from her earpiece, and she sighed, lifting a hand to her temple, the visor slid back as she answered the call. "Mm? Ah, okay, yea, no the spear and sickle are with me. Like hell I'm trusting ancient weapons in such good condition to literally anyone else for transit. ... Yes, I realize they have an armored truck, but I've had less important discoveries stolen from higher security, just because some collector wanted the damn things." She went quiet for a moment as the voice on the other end ranted, before it went fuzzy, she frowned, tapping her temple. "Yoko? Yoko, you the-" A loud thud came from the door, and in a heartbeat, she dashed for the large, hermetically sealed container on her bed, and the bag right beneath it. She just managed to grab them both and turn for the joint bathroom door, when her world went white. "Aaah fu-"

She toppled over, covering her eyes in pain, landing hard on her back, bare feet in the air, on cold black stone, only a few feet away from one of Japan's most noteable historical figures.

Dala

Mandala was cautiously picking her way up the forest path, making a point to avoid the debris of a civilization long fallen. When Dala arrived at the supposedly haunted destination, she stopped in front of the dilapidated building.

It appeared to be a First World church, though most of its unmistakable stained glass windows had shattered, and its arches were starting to cave in. Dala frowned. This was the place rumored to have been haunted recently? She sighed, and thought to herself, a First World church with 4th World ghosts. Just great.

However, it seemed fate had other plans for the exorcist. As Dala pushed open the old oak doors, there was a flash of blinding white light. Dala recoiled, and stumbled backwards as she felt a searing pain flash across her temples. When she was able to reorient herself, she seemed to be on a cliff overlooking a forest. It did not seem, however, to be where she had just been.

Dala spun around as she heard rustling behind her. She whipped out her swords, thinking at first that the two people behind her were, in fact, the ghosts behind the church's haunting due to their rather outdated clothing. From their appearance, they were probably from the First and Third Worlds. However, the people before her were too visible to be specters, and two human to be any kind of beast. Such facts were what drove her to put away her swords.

"Um... Hello", she said rather awkwardly to the two strangers.

The sun boiled down onto the snow caked field...The surroundings drowned out with the sound of blades clashing, bellowed roars and the faint crackle of fires..The longhouse was aflame, the red fires Sizzling up the sides of the woodwork, Hay burned really well unfortunately..
a Large pelt covered, lightly armored Male cackled out a loud Bellow. "Forsvar Hjemmene deres!" was called out to the men and women by his side, only responded to with audible Growls of war before they all kicked off, charging over to join the others, they had come home from a pillage, and this was unexpected.. The men they were fighting were unprepared for the warriors of the little homestead now, charging in through their flanks...One man aimed ahead with a spear, only to whimper out in pain as the sudden viking Bashed into him from the side, Barking orders around him, as the axe came down..ending his life.
"FORAD UT!" came once more, barked as an order, as the spear pointed assault spread out, tearing through the unexpected attackers..
The large viking's axe beautifully carving through the air, wizzing as it Tore flesh and leather alike felling man after man...Arround him, there was a constant "HU. HU" being chanted as the warriors proceeded onwards, the oponents now having finally turned to react..A sudden laughter came from in front, as a spear slammed through the large Viking's overarm, tearing open the lenght between his palm and his shoulder... however the large male didnt care much, he simply stared down at the smaller man, and with a rapid motion..ended his life, and silenced his laughter..
The battle Raged on..for what felt like an eternity, and rain finally broke from the skies.
"Tor ærer vårt forsvar!" he barked, spurring on the horde, the chanting growing louder and louder...Before darkness...
There was a Cling of metal slamming against stone...Before his vision returned... he stood face first with a wall..and rapidly, started punching, slamming his fists against the rock.. "I will NOT DIE, Valhalla WILL COME FOR ME ANOTHER DAY!" his fists were bloodied against the rock as he continued the beating, slamming against the wall...

Raela

She groaned, laying on her back on the ground, dressed in her freaking PJs, with her hands over her eyes as she tried desperately to get the new, POUNDING headache ricocheting through her skull to go away. She inhaled, and exhaled, and then someone starting shouting about Valhalla, and dying and. "Awwww, crap... I just got flash banged to death, didn't I?" She mumbles, pulling her hands away from her eyes and staring up at the sky. It was... dark here. That was... surprisingly pleasant. Why was she outside, though? She was suddenly having the hardest time remembering what she was doing... Why was her heart beating so quickly? Why did it feel like she was coming down from an adrenaline high? Last thing she remembered, was being on the phone with Yoko from the Kyoto Archaeological Museum... And then.. someone beating on the door... THE SPEAR! She sat upright and flipped herself over in one fluid movement, scrambling for the case that held the hard-won relic of the past. She pulled it over, and running her fingers over the latches, she checked to ensure the seal still held.

Thanking her lucky stars the latches had held from... whatever she'd just gone through, she lifted a hand to her temple to try and reactivate her heads-up-display visor. The thin piece of plastesene extended over her vision, and flickered for a moment, characters scrolling across it for a heartbeat, 'Error... network connection unavailable. Internal antennae damaged. Basic functionality only until surgical repairs are performed... Open: Notebook?' She groaned softly. Of course... of COURSE her headset would be broken... why wouldn't it be... Well... at least she still had her notes.... No compass, though... or phone... or maps... or anything. She grunted as she tapped her temple again, and the plastesene shifted in tone to a deep, shaded black, hiding her black eyes from view, and blocking out all but the most minute amount of light.

"Okay, shouty guy, maybe stop shouting? Fairly certain you AREN'T dead. And that punching a cliff-face wont make you any more, or less not on the way to Valhalla. Well... except attracting wild animals... which... I mean... looking around, that is most DEFINITELY a possability."

Oda Nobunaga
Oda turned to face the female who had stumbled and seemed to appear from a bridge flash of light behind him. Just as he was about to speak, another blindingly bright light flashes as he turned and got up from his meditating position. Another flash followed that, both bursts of light revealing a different person.

Yet another flash came from above, and a person toppled down from the treetops. Nobunaga looked around at the others; some huge barbaric man bashing bloody fists into a large stone on the cliff, a passed out or dead person, and two different oddly dressed women. Unsure of whether he was in danger or not, a hand drifted to his Odaichi handle, still sheathed as he left it. But he chose to speak first. “Oda Nobunaga, who are you, and why are you all dressed so strangely?”

Dala
Soon after she had spoken, there were several flashes similar to what Dala had experienced upon first coming to... wherever this place was. Dala stumbled back in surprise when the rather imposing warrior promptly started shouting something about a place called "Valhalla", and looked on in concern when another who appeared in a flash sank to the forest floor, unconscious.

However, there was little time to react. Soon after everyone had appeared, another warrior in First World attire Dala had only seen in a history book labeled "Notable Japanese Events of the First World" turned twords whatever group had been assembled and introduced himself as Oda Nobunaga.

After pausing to brethe deeply and collect her spinning thoughts, Dala turned twords the warrior called Oda and introduced herself as well. "Greetings, I am Madala Lune of the Church of Virluna." she said respectfully, but Oda's next question made Dala smile a little. "My garments are traditional exorcist attire of the Church," Dala said, before noting out of curiosity, "I could ask the same of you. As far as I know, nobody has worn armor like yours since the First World."

((A note on the different "worlds": Mandala comes from a world several tens of thousands of years in the future from present day. "First World" refers to today's history, "Second World" would be today, "Third World" is the near future and "Fourth World" is where Dala is from.))

The Towering man continued slamming his fist into the wall...bashing it brutally as he continued, the rock itself making obvious cracking noises as he pulled back, and Bellowed a feral roar...His gaze turned around..and he sighed...dropping the large axe into its holster at his side, glancing onto the Strangely dressed people...he counted them...before pulling a large carving dagger with the bloodied, beaten hand..and unsheathing the axe, holding up close to the actual axehead..
"I WILL BELLOW IF I SO DESIRE...If The Beasts of Valhalla Seek my head, I WILL GO DOWN SWINGING." He Cackled out...staring at them.. "ARE YOU DEMONS HERE TO CLAIM ME?" He continued roaring out...then...paused...inhaled..and exhaled..his words sounded strange.. "I AM RAGNAR SON OF ROGER... IF YOU BE ...why...this must be the language of demons..."
He puffed out his chest....holding the axe and dagger outwards towards the strangers..while not seeming scared, he definetly seemed on edge.