Schism

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

As the city may have seen before, the sky begins to crack and tear!

However, the cracks work their way down from the sky, up until they reach street level, where a man steps out, looking around.

"This is the new world? Hm."

[Atlas Steele]

A deep breath would pass through Atlas his system as he would hear and see the crackling and tearing of something that he has seen a few days ago, possibly even a few weeks as he would feel his heart rate speeding up.
Wanting to cry out, He would simply walk forwards to the person that walked out and hold his hands up to show he meant to harm, whispering to a few passerby's to evacuate as the news would have informed them of the dangers these figures could pose.

Or, at At least he hoped.

"Hey! Welcome... You come from that old-world place?" Atlas asked, trying to get information where he could.

[Aroma]

Having briefly lost Atlas on their little shopping trip, Aroma wandered the streets in a huff. Before her mood was changed from anger to exasperation, upon seeing yet another rift open up in the fabric of reality. She'd file a complaint, but... Who would she even complain to?

Seeing Atlas finally, she rushed over to him. "Finally, I thought you were taking a while to- Oh." Said Aroma, looking over to the new arrival. "Another weirdo..." She muttered, putting her hands in her pockets. "Don't you guys have a more subtle way of getting here?" Asked Aroma, frowning at the stitched together looking man.

[Cillian McWolfe]

Even though it had been years, seeing the cracks in the sky made his blood run cold. Memories of chains and the end of the world, of being transported to this world. Their prison, those thoughts echoed through his mind as Cillian found his feet leading the way rapidly toward where the cracks seemed to be forming!

[Novocaine]

Here we go again...

Nova would stare at the cracks, for a moment considering not involving herself. Maybe it would be better to stay out of Prota's way, but also not help them.

With a sigh through her nose, she'd head over, still considering remaining...out of sight.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

"I'm from the old world, I guess."

The man nods, staring at both Atlas and Aroma.

"Do you two speak for this city?"

Nova and Cillian both see that the cracks are starting to fade!

[Rafflesia]

Strength:5/Endurance:5/Perception:5
Defense:17/Energy:20

RAfflesia

It had been another day of exploration the town for Rafflesia when she noticed something odd, reality itself seemed to split around itself in an isolated locale, was this the phenomenon Avice had told herself about prior? Before Raff could get much of an idea really put together she noticed they began to fade and made her way towards the origin point, eyes narrowed with intent.

Making it just in time to hear the individual standing at her destination mention the Old World, she knew this was the lead she had been looking for. "Wait, wait. You said Old World, correct? That Spatial distortion, was it a localized radiation field altering sub-particle flo-", Rafflesia's mind flourished with curiosity before she stopped herself, turning to Atlas and Aroma with a furrowed brow, taking slower steps towards the latter. "Have I missed anything, and what are the odds of hostility here?", she kept her voice low as she spoke to Aroma, her eyes locked on the near cadavre of a man that claimed to be from the location of her interests.

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[Novocaine]

Nova would stop at a nearby building, leaning her back against the wall to remain out of sight. Especially when she saw who it was that came through this time.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

They probably didn't.

The man shrugs, then looks around again.

"I'm here to accept Palisade City's unconditional surrender to the Protan Empire."

[Atlas Steele]

As Atlas had a mental moment of quieting down, he suddenly felt his mind sharpening as he would cough a few times before bowing to the man that stood before him.

"Ah! You are the man that came from the empire itself, we have integrated quite nicely! Our production facilities are working rather quickly on the banners!" Atlas would state, putting on his business face as he would bow towards the man.

Yet, at the moment of his genuine tone, with a bow as he would keep some eye contact out of respect, he would use the hand delicately placed on his back to waggle his finger to draw attention from his comrades and strangers to help with this plan.

"Do you wish for a tour of the city, or do you wish to turn around and go back to inform your leaders at this moment?"

[Rafflesia]

Strength:5/Endurance:5/Perception:5
Defense:17/Energy:20

RAfflesia

Eyes sparkling with amusement at Atlas, Rafflesia nodded and once more took steps towards the stitched up man. "Ah lovely, I need not pretend to be some plebian from this reality any longer.", her words rose with an air of faux import she hoped the other two would see through enough to see her intent. Folding her arm behind her back, she nodded to Atlas and turned her full attention to their associate.

"The natives of this world are rather... frustrating at times, but we've made decent enough headway in our purposes. But further instructions may be required if the preteen chorus of so called Ark Children seem their primary force.", with a few paces towards an adjacent street, she'd glance down a moment before returning her gaze to the man. "As my associate here mentioned,  we could offer some intelligence. But should the situation stand as it is, we may require more from the other side, either in force or material."

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[Aroma]

Aroma frowned at the absolute audacity of this man, not only did he, to reiterate tear a hole in reality. He also just decided to come right out and detail his intentions, as if his appearance wasn't proof enough. Was the very concept of subtlety dead to this "Protan Empire"? The other two at least had the right idea of seeming to have some kind of mystery to them, this guy just... Expects the world! Literally!

Mentally sighing, Aroma glanced over to Raff and gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. Before listening to Atlas and Raff's speeches, it was an interesting plan. If... A bit unconventional. Standing up straight, Aroma walked next to Atlas and stood with her hands behind her back. Playing the role of a bodyguard, aiming on making the two seem like fairly important Protan bigshots.

[Cillian McWolfe]

Cillian tries to see if anything was coming out of the cracks before they finish closing!

[Novocaine]

Nova facepalms.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

Cillian sees a glimpse of what looks like Protan territory, but the cracks quickly close. Otherwise, he's within hearing distance of the man from Prota and the three confronting him.

Nova remains out of sight.

"You three are from Prota?"

The man asks, lifting an eyebrow in suspicion as he speaks to Atlas, Rafflesia, and Aroma.

"I want to know who runs this city, who likely insurgents are, and your designation numbers."