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[[ooc: Your character has the unfortunate honor of playing the host of the show. Rile things up more, or settle them down-- it's up to you.]]

It is the 1960s in Mexico. It was a good time, once. He loved this place; the food, the people. This is a long time before Ciudad Juarez lets it's women die and gives drug cartels an opening to create the murder capitol of the world. It is, as they say, a more innocent time. Whether this is really true remains to be seen.

This little down looks like something out of a movies; buildings in the old style. Pueblo has not gone away. Sombreros and ponchos help beat the heat. Somewhere, a stray dog chases chickens through the streets that are not paved. There is a single truck to the entire village. To call it 'remote' is something of an understatement.

Hellboy likes remote. He has a some really good tequila, a table and an empty chair. He was more innocent, then. He didn't know half of what he did. It's hard to tell that he's a teenager - he looks the same as he always has. It's a sunny afternoon, giving way slowly to the warm evening breeze off the badlands.

He waits for company.



[Yeah, my first clumsy OPN post. Things are always deceptive in Hellboy's world, so you never know if a pleasant night in Mexico will turn into a night of fighting Mexican vampires, so... who knows what can happen.]

Who: Naruto and YOU!
Where: Konoha, the Village of the Hidden Leaf
When: Around high noon
Warnings: None!

At high noon, despite the gentle heat of the sun, the streets of Konoha were still busy. Many civilians and ninja alike roamed the streets--you could tell the difference due to the headband the ninjas wore, or even the green flax vests some donned. The people were bustling to and fro from shop to shop, but despite how any people there were, everyone seemed to be rather happy.

The guards that day were friendly too, allowing people into the massive city through the giant wooden gates with open arms, explaining the Hidden Leaf and its many things to do and see. In the far far back of the city sat the Hokage Monument; the giant carved mountain stood tall and proud.

Naruto himself sat atop a tall telephone line pole, watching the people go by. He had already come to terms that this was a dream, which was why he was avoiding the place all together. Even in his own dream, people gave him strange looks. He was a hero, but still a terrifying stranger to them. His blue eyes watched the city. where he was now, he was far away from the village where all his friends were. He hadn't seen any of them yet. Where could they of been?

If he had a dream, couldn't he of at least dreamed about his friends?

"Way to bite'ttebayo," Naruto complained, flopping back against a high extension of the pole.

[ ooc: Comment back in any style you want! I'll match it. ]

[You're in Tokyo. Don't ask why, that's just how life goes. There's a vampire vs. slayer battle raging, with a ratio something like 1000:1. It's not a pretty sight. If you look up, you'll see one hundred pounds worth of girl hurtling for the ground, all dressed in black.]

Oh, Hell. And I don't even mean that in the literal sense.

[She's plummeting to her death and where was Willow? This was definitely not of the good. As Buffy cuts through the air, one by one the vamps go up in smoke. Her eyes widen as it happens, but by the time she's less than 20 meters over solid ground everyone has vanished, except one girl and one really pissed off witch. Not Willow, either. Bad witch.

The witch has Buffy's scythe and before Buffy can call out, she stabs Renée right through the heart. And suddenly, they vanish too.] Man down. Man down.

[But no one's there to hear her, and she lands almost delicately; unharmed, on the pavement.]



{ooc; feel free to assume CR this Buffy is timeskipped forward by six or seven years}

[The first thing you might hear in this dream is a cry of "DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!" as there's an explosion, a sign that Laharl is pissed again and that you should really approach with caution--]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T GET THAT SUPER RARE PUDDING?!

[...Well, at least some things don't change, even if about a few hundred years pass by and your appearance changes into something like this. He still has that sweet tooth of his, and although he has matured, today is one of the days when Etna's ordered those delicious puddings from the Sea of Gehenna and absolutely refuses to share any with him, so this is justified! Really!

Oh, yeah. After the Prinny's scurried off to get said pudding from Etna, Laharl slumps into his throne, closes his eyes and seems to fall fast asleep. When he senses your presence in the room, though...]

Whaddaya want now?

((OOC: So I'm back! And so are Laharl and Whitlea. Also: this dream takes place roughly a few hundred years after Disgaea 3's post-game. Flonne's become an Archangel (don't ask why, it's a dream), and he and Etna are still in the Netherworld, still lording it over the Prinnies and other demons. Also, he's waaaaaay too over-leveled now.))