Space and time were never solid in any shape or form. They could be bent, broken even, by the acts of others, by galactic calamities, the list goes on.

The Master Unit Amaterasu was created eons ago to overlook the turmoil of the two lines, the line of time, and the line of space, forming the space time continuum... following its destruction by the Prime Field Unit Alpha-1, there was no longer any sort of control function remaining that could prevent higher forms of life or complex machineary to meddle with the continuum.

As such, no one could predict the future anymore. Nothing was certain, fate no longer existed.

Three people were targeted by the disruptor of the continuum. Three humans, important to the history of the world, who had never seen each other before... They were about to be confronted with the full force of a continuum disruption.

Ragna hauls himself up and spits dirt out, his memory foggy and his mind dull. Aw, shit, he felt like Jubei had stepped on him again. He decides he can organize things later; he isn't dead yet, but something's sure as hell tried, so he hauls himself up and reaches for Bloodscythe. The reassuring weight of the blade fills his hand and he swings it out from his back, hissing through the air, and studies his surroundings. It's a woodsy area, trees that weave thick together overhead and block out almost all the sunlight, only rare and narrow beams penetrating through to dapple the undergrowth. It's nothing like where he was last . . .

His memory is still blurred. Where was he last?

Ragna growls in frustration and steps forward to the nearest figure, a silver-haired woman lying flat on her face, an odd pair of gauntlets on her arms. A generous smearing of blood on one informs him she got a pretty damn good whack in at something. He hopes it wasn't him as he kneels to shake her shoulder. "Hey, lady, you alive or is it time to check your pockets?"

Groaning, Bullet propped herself up, slowly jumping into a croutch before looking around in a feral stance. A forest...? She was pretty sure she was near the NOL Headquarters last time.
The annoyance from earlier, the guy who shook her shoulder, stood behind her, as she began to realize, so Bullet stood to her full height and faced him.
"I`d say you don`t, cuz then i would have to beat you up. And i kind of did that a few moments ago... before i ended up wherever we are, so i`m still warmed up."
She cracked her knuckles, but his concern told her he didn`t mean it that way.
"Ah, hell, whatever. Where the heck is this place?"
A concussive noise at her right caught her attention- as soon as she turned to face what ever might`ve caused the noise, her eyes caught the sight of a brunette girl in pretty much the same position she ended up in, only that her face was halfway buried in a rock that happened to be split by her impact.
"And who`s that?!"

Ragna nods, even as he carefully backs up a pace to give the woman some room. "Well, you sure as hell hit somebody, but if you had cracked me that hard I wouldn't be walking. And I still am, obviously. You in good shape?"

He strafes around the brawler to her opposite side, where the brunette lies with her head implanted into solid rock, and checks for a pulse. Surprisingly enough he finds one; the Reaper's eyebrows raise, and he rocks back on his heels. "Shit, she's still alive. Gimme a moment, I'm gonna break her out of this, then we can talk." Hauling back his blade and taking careful aim, he hacks off the top half of the boulder, cutting a few strands of the woman's hair messily but otherwise leaving her totally unharmed.

"Well, I want to say the Citrine Forest, because those vines are bearing mangoes, and the Citrine is the only place those grow on the continent." Ragna says distractedly, rolling the brunette over on her back. She seems mostly fine, with no evident bruising. "Though I don't know why the fuck any of us are here, honestly. That's pretty weird. Ad I don't have the slightest clue who this is."

"Well i don´t have the slightest clue who you are either. If you`d be Ragna the Bloodedge, i`d be dead by now." Bullet smirked, crossing her arms.
Damn, that girl had to have a skull made of titanium. She didn`t even bleed from that...? Odd.
"Looks like she`s out cold." Bullet stated the obvious, mentally slapping herself for that. "But with that kind of fall you`d think she would have some sort of headwound."
The chesty mercenary looked around, then decided to hop onto the nearest tree and climb up to the highest branch she could reach, standing on it.
While Ragna was treating the new arrival, her eyes scanned the enviroment, but they were far from any mountains or hillsides, let alone a hierarchical city.
In the far distance, Bullet could make out a few structures, likely a city left over from the war, but even staying down here on the ground... surely the seithr would kill them in mere hours, right?

Ragna chuckles uncomfortably, and sinks his hands into his pockets as he stands up and tilts his head back to watch his other companion. "I'd have to disagree with you on that. Anyways, she doesn't look hurt in the least, but she is totally out of it - her pupils aren't even dilating. So I'm going to biovauc her to someplace less likely to possess angry predators. See any likely spots up there - cliffsides with caves, buildings, stuff like that?"

In the meantime, he kneels and scoots up in front of the unconscious girl, draping her arms over his shoulders and lifting her piggy-back style with a faint huff. "Shit, why am I always carrying unconscious clumsy girls around. I need to find a new line of work."

As she climbed back down again, Bullet looked disappointed.
"The area is as flat as a board, the only thing in reach is a pre-war city. I suppose its better than nothing, but in this damn seithr we`re not going to ma- huh?"
She was about to finish her sentence when she noticed the girl Ragna was carrying was raising her hand, whispering something... a second later, something like an aura extended from her, engulfing both Ragna, Bullet and herself.
Once they were in range of said aura, the tingly feeling on the skin Bullet felt ceased, as if seithr was no longer a problem.
"...hey, she IS awake, isn`t she?!" Rather than questioning what she just did, Bullet was just annoyed that the girl was playing dead.

Caelica slowly opened her eyes, still bearing a massive headache, but slowly coming to her senses again. As soon as she noticed the sensation of seithr, her first instinct had been to cast a counteracting spell, but now she noticed someone carried her... someone... familiar...
"H...huh...? Ragna...?"

Ragna shrugs, pragmatic as ever. "Better than nothing, and that's what's at hand at the moment. I'm going there. I can worry about seithr poisoning when it happens." Which will be in a matter of hours, but . . .

A faint murmur in his ear gives him pause, and then the warm wash of seithr on his skin is banished by a purifying ward of a type he's unfamiliar with. His head jerks around and he peers into the girl's eyes from barely an inch away. "Uh. Hi there. Thanks for that, it's going to prevent a nasty death for us all in the immediate future."

He frowns a little, but starts moving towards the ruined city, giving the brass-fisted girl in the tree overhead a significant glance and a jerk of his head. "You look woozy - I know I'm banged up too. Anything feel broken or whatever?"

Caelica stared up at Ragna, then looked down on herself... no blood, no bones sticking out, a few bruises, but that was all.
"I`m... okay.. just got a really bad headache.. makes it hard to concentrate on magic." Keeping up a protective barrier like this was one of her easiest tasks, but that was the limit of what she could do right now.

"Magic? Like, real magic? Huh." Bullet blinked in suprise, but then shrugged it off. "Looks like this will be an interesting group, alright. Hopefully that ruin still has some necessities stocked- i only have the bare minimum of surivival equipment on me."
And with that, she followed Ragna deeper into the forest.