Mondaiji-tachi ga Isekai kara Kuru Sou Desu yo? (RP)

Militia Zodia

It was morning. Noise made from various activities of preparations could be heard coming from all over the lands of the community: Militia Zodia. Children could be seen cleaning, and setting up the tables for breakfast. After all, in the Miniature Garden; children and those who’re not Gift Users were made to do all the chores and rough works instead of the Gift Users. Gift Users hence received special treatment, a birth-born privilege so to say. They also get to live in the highest floors of the main mansion – as per the norm of the communities nowadays, while the children, and other residents would be in the lower floors.

In the kitchen, Leala could be seen giving directions and instructions to the children; telling them, telling them which items to bring to her, and whatnot. “Alright I need you guys to go wake up our three new members. If they don’t listen, you can throw cold water at them. I suppose you guys can fetched that Damn Rabbit, as well,” Leala said as she began cooking.

“Yes!” The kids said, all excited as they ran towards the designated rooms.

Camerin found himself tossing and turning within the confines of a dream, no-- a nightmare it was that he was having. He dreamt of being in the backyard of a very old house, a scene all too familiar to him. In front of the house stood a very gruff and placid man with a bloodied shovel in hand. Camerin could not recall who this man was but the sensation he gave off was too familiar.

The man’s mouth peeled open as if he was to speak, instead he screamed, ringing Camerin’s ears and reducing everything around him to dust. Camerin could only make that scream out to say "It's all your fault." Suddenly the entire house, along with the man, was encased in ice, surrounded by children repeating the man's cry, completely engulfed by a sudden blizzard.

“It's all your fault.”

Camerin awoke jolting out of his bed and onto the hard wooden floor. He was left bereaved and transfixed from the sight. “Another dream about him…” he said groggily with a hint of a cough to his voice. He rose from the hard wood mantle placing a hand to his forehead to collect his thoughts.

“Was that...a dream?” He asked himself, wiping his face with a hand only to find tears, though they were frozen solid on his face. “Damn…” he said.

Two kids could be seen standing by Camerin’s door, just looking at it. They were not sure whether they should enter or not. “Hey, you go tell him that it’s breakfast time,” said one of the boys. “No, you go. You’re older,” said the other boy.

Camerin heard the two outside of his room, and decided to greet them. "Hey, you guys!" He greeted happily, somehow regaining his giddy and warm composure, the frozen tears halfway melted from his face. "You two need me for something?"

“Leala said to come downstairs for breakfast,” said the older boy. “If not, you won’t get any later,” the younger boy added.

Camerin put a thumb in the air and grinned in acknowledgement. “I’ll be down in a minute.” He said.

“Okay, not our fault if you get lost then!” They two boys said as they ran off.

“Get lost?” Camerin questioned. “Just how big is this place?” Though such a question did not matter at this point, missing breakfast was not an option for him as he needed his strength for today. Wiping the rest of the frozen droplets from his face he followed suit. "Better get down there," he said.

Johnny was sleeping soundly in the room he was provided. He was quite a sloppy sleeper: he drools, he pushes things around a lot, and he talks in his sleep on occasion. He was having a pleasant dream about a certain winning streak at the casino he used to attend back in his world, that caused him to become intimate with a lady there. In his sleep, he could be heard making a strange laugh.

“He sleeps weird,” a young boy’s voice could be heard. “Then wake him up. His laugh is kinda creepy, too,” said one of the young girls. “Okay then... hey mister, wake up!” said one of the boys as he screamed literally near Johnny’s ear.

“Heh… AGH!” Johnny covered his ears to the abrupt scream, and fell off his bed. “Ah, owowow….” He then growled at the kids that woke him up and yelled, “You little brats! I was having such a nice dream!” And started running after them.

“Why did you have to wake him up like that!” Said the young girl who happened to get scared while running away from the berserked Johnny along with the others. “Just keep running, or he's gonna catch us,” said the other boy with a grin on his face.

“Get back here…” Johnny groaned as he chased after the kids. He was lethargic having just woken up, and thus wasn’t moving very fast at all. “Goddamn, is this how I’m gonna be woken up every day here…?” He complained as he pursued.

As the the two kids continued to run – from a distance a girl with long silver hair could be seen coming out. The frightened young girl quickly ran towards her upon noticing the silver hair, and hid behind her. “K-Katsumi, that man wants to hurt us!” She said in a terrified voice. As Johnny got closer, Katsumi looked at him and then simply said, “you there, halt,” she spoke in a commanding tone.

At the command, Johnny’s body stopped unwillingly. He couldn’t move his legs at all. “Wait, w-what’s going on…” His anger turned into panic. He looked at the girl in front of them. She had a serious look on her face. “Uhh… who might you be…?” he asked carefully. He had already left a poor impression on Leala. According to the child, this was Katsumi, a person Leala kept mentioning, but he wanted to confirm, and besides that, leave a good impression by asking as politely as he could.

“I’m Katsumi, the leader of Militia Zodia. Who might you be?” Katsumi asked back after a terse introduction that lacked courtesy, manner, and above all; politeness, in every way.

“I’m Jonathan Lax…” He replied slowly. He wanted to explain his circumstances clearly. “Leala summoned me here, and I accepted her invitation to join this community…” It sunk in by now that Katsumi mentioned that she was the leader. “Uh-um… Nice to meet you. I guess I’ll be under your care from here on out?” He didn’t understand exactly how the hierarchy worked in this kind of a community.

“I see. Welcome, then,” Katsumi said as she picked up the young girl. “You better come with us if you want breakfast. Just don’t go off scaring the children again,” Katsumi said coldly as she began walking downstairs. The young boy followed behind Katsumi but he turned around and stuck out his tongue to Johnny.

“Sure, sorry about that. It won’t happen again.” Johnny responded to Katsumi. At that moment, he was able to move his legs again. “Phew…” He sighed in relief as his limbs were freed. However, he became angry again when he noticed the boy sticking his tongue out at him. He scowled back at the kid for a moment, then sighed again, this time, in an attempt to calm himself down. Afterward, he followed suit, and headed for downstairs for breakfast. Can’t there be more adults in this world… seriously, between Leala and all these kids, I don’t know how long my patience will last. At least Katsumi is pretty hot. He kept these thoughts to himself. Despite this, however, he had some tolerance for Leala.

Reisys lied on her bed – sleeping peacefully. She had no intention of waking up at such a time. She was accustomed to sleeping in the morning due to being a vampire herself. Her room was completely dark and shadowed perfectly due to her having covered the windows with the curtains. The door slowly creaked opened, and two small girls came in leaving the door open, so that they could see inside the dark room. “She must not like the morning sun,” said one of the young girls. “It’s really hard to see in here,” she commented.

“We need to wake her up though, or big sister will be mad at us,” said the other girl. Once next to Reisys; the two girls started shaking Reisys’ body to try and wake her up. “Excuse us, but it’s breakfast time,” they said in unison.

“Go away. You know what time is it,” Reisys said, grumpily as she covered herself with her sheets.

“She must not be a morning person, sister, but we need to wake her up,” said the younger girl. “I know, but I guess there’s only one thing we can do,” said the older girl walking towards the window. She then pulled the curtains aside to let the morning sun in. She then signaled to the younger girl to remove Reisys’ sheets. “Time to get up sleepy head.”

And so, Reisys’ sheets were pulled away from her forcibly.

Upon seeing the morning sun; Reisys panicked, she quickly tried to cover herself again – trying to shield herself from the sun. ”W-what do you think you’re doing?!” Reisys inquired angrily, but was soon surprised. She expected the rays of the sun to hurt her, but it seemed to be having no effect on her at all. “What is this magic? I shouldn’t be able to withstand the sun rays at all,” Reisys said questioningly.

“What are you talking about?” The two girls asked confused.

Reisys then figured the two probably wouldn’t be able to tell her much, so she let the subject go. “Why are you two in my room?” Reisys asked still trying to understand why the sun rays are doing nothing to her.

“Big sis told us to get you for breakfast,” said the younger girl. “So if you can follow us we’ll take you there,” added the older girl.

“Very well then. Allow me to change and I’ll shall follow you shortly.” After changing Reisys follow the two girls downstairs.

Her hands stretched wide as her eyelids parted from being sealed shut. From under the strikingly yellow blanket peeked out a pair of white rabbit ears. Moments later, a certain foreign figure scurried lazily out of the bed. The bed was big, wide, and luxurious that one would think it’s the bed meant for someone such as a queen. But back to the individual who owned this luxury item – it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call this person a gold lady. No, the more appropriate description would be: a golden rabbit-girl, perhaps? Her milky white skin bathed under the sunlight that sneaked past the body-length window of the room as she pulled herself off the comfortable large bed – her pristine form covered in rather exotic undergarments, instead of pajamas – unlike the children of the community. She felt that the pajamas were quite restrictive to wear on bed. Sometimes she’d say that its makes her feel too hot. Hence, she usually tends to prefers sleeping in the most comfortable manner possible.

The golden rabbit-eared lady looked around with her droopy eyes. The room was vividly colorful, as if like a wonderland in itself; despite being only a room.. It was surprisingly spacious – in comparison to the other available rooms in the premises – as she was quite demanding with the leader of the community – Katsumi. There were shelves topped with apparently expensive vases filled with crimson red roses, a yellow carpet with the patterning of a sunflower, over which sofas were kept in place – where she prefers to relax, or rather, laze around in – and a triangular and transparent table set before the sofas. There were plant tops in the corners that brought in a fresh and relaxing air to the environment, and the corner of the wall opposite to her bed were replaced with a full-length glass from which the warm sunlight peeked through.

After a little trip to the toilet, she slumped as she walked up to her closet; evidence that her body needed stretching up to an extent to be completely awake. Clicking it open, she found a few simple attires to pick from. Her true array of collection of clothes lied in a separate dressing room where countless dresses were hung up for display. However, the more commonly-worn costumes were stored in this very closet. Out of all the said clothes available from the selection; the glittering-long-blonde haired lady picked out a rather lucrative-looking costume to wear. The scarlet pair of pupils glimmered at the sight of the outfit. Long ago, she used to be reluctant to wearing it. Now? It felt as though it was a part of her, and she’d feel strange if she didn’t don this costume at least once in a while; it was rather fun to go out in.

Putting the wrist cuffs, the neck-collar, and the red bow tie in place; she soon pulled up the skintight leotard into place – including the pantyhose that came with web-like crisscross pattern underneath into place – all of which were black… except for the wrists and collar, anyway. A whitish-transparent material flaunted out over her rear; giving the revealing outfit a contrasting refined and regal feeling. Her cleavage showed as she stood before a mirror; there was a blue heart-shaped tattoo over her right-breast – she once considered having a similar symbol over the porcelain wonder of a face she was born with, but she wanted to keep it as clean as possible at the end of the day. To further elaborate on her appearance; her back was left bare for her peers to see, too; with only a few linings placed in a net-like – which was actually meant to keep the jet black corset in place. Soon, she slid the hairband past her tender-looking ears – there were two little holes neatly placed so that her ears could peek out past them. The headband was decorated with a lovely rose-topped black ribbon to top it off; a hair accessory, so to say. For the finale of the dress-up session – she wore a pair black heels that shined marvelously against the brilliant radiance of the sun.

With a clank; she took a step towards the big white door. But then a thought came to mind… why’d she need to go? She could just not go out, ever. Absolutely. Who needs to go out when there’s nothing particularly relaxing, or exciting to do? Indeed, there was no work scheduled for the morning, now that she pondered regarding the matter. The next moment, she allowed her body to drop over the bouncy sofa with no hesitation whatsoever. She had just went shopping yesterday, anyway – she reminded herself as she pulled her leg up over the other. She then picked up a blowpipe before breathing with it; letting out a visibly gray ethereal smoke. “Ahh, the wonders of life,” she uttered to no one in particular, relishing the golden silence hanging across the room – this was the kind of person Kin’iro was. An elegant, graceful and sagacious person, yet absolutely full of pride and sloth, accompanied by a strange habit of †˜playing’ with others. As one may have figured by now; the everyday activities such as going down to greet the others, or seeking out breakfast – was completely lost to this particular individual.

There were soon a set of knocks on the door to her room. After which, a small girl peeked into the room, “Kin’iro, you awake?”

“Good day to you, little girl. As you can see; I’m wide awake,” Kin’iro replied with a gentle smile, as she waved to her visitor with a wave of her hand before taking another deep breath from the long pipe.

“Good morning. Leala asked if you can please come downstairs for breakfast.”

“Aw. Can’t they have it delivered here? I really don’t wish to exit my room…” Kin’iro replied, apparently hinting gloom and sadness to the young girl as she pouted. Above anything, this woman loved to be spoiled like a child. She didn’t seem to care for her age, at all. Kin’iro almost treated the community’s top-floor of the mansion as a luxury suite room in a hotel.

“I’m sorry, but Leala said not today. S-She said if you don’t come, you could forget about breakfast,” the girl said nervously.

“I’d rather go back to sleep, then,” Kin’iro said, as if sulking – her pout grew bigger with each passing seconds. However, all that was abruptly replaced with an enchanting smile. “I speak in jest. I’ll be on my way now,” Kin’iro said, getting off her comfy sofa, then stretching her slender white arms to the air before squirming a yawn, and walking towards the door. “I’ll be back for you… soon…” she parted ways with her beloved blowpipe with apparent teary eyes – albeit only for a while – it was a tragic scene indeed – only to her, anyway.

“I’ll go on ahead then,” the girl said as she hurried downstairs.

The dining hall was rather big, large enough with enough seats for about two-hundred people. Though, mostly only children could be seen, there were some elderly among them. Everyone took their seats as breakfast was being served. Leala could be seen ordering the children, she was telling them which plates to take to whom, so everyone could get what they liked. “Make sure to let me know if you want seconds soon, okay? I’m not gonna cook more after seven thirty,” Leala shouted so everyone in the noisy room could hear her.

Leala then began setting up the table where she, Katsumi, Kin’iro the three new members, and she herself would sit. “I wonder what’s taking them so long,” Leala said as she then went to prepare more food.

In came Camerin, groggy as he's ever been, his nightmares and lack of sleep has taken a toll on him. “Hey everyone, hope I'm not too early,” he said. That is until he saw that he was the first out of the group from yesterday to come in-- along with the hundreds of people packed in. “...Or late, that is."

A long yawn came out of Johnny’s mouth as he came down the stairs and entered the dining hall. “Holy crap, there’s a ton of people here…” He muttered. He scanned the room, seeing Leala off at another part of the room helping some children, and Camerin somewhat nearby him. “Hey, cat man!” Johnny waved over at Camerin to catch his attention.

Camerin was lost in thought for a moment but took notice to Johnny waving at him from a distance. “Good morning, gambler!” He waved back happily, judging by the first impression from yesterday Camerin took a liking to Johnny.

†˜Gambler’, huh? Well, it suits me. He walked over to Camerin’s side. Besides Leala, he was the only familiar face in this crowded room. “Where’s the girl?” He asked, referring to Reisys. “I didn’t take her for a heavy sleeper. That said, she looks like one of those princess types, y’know?” He grinned as he said that. He thought both of them were rather odd people, but their company was fun.

“You two should take your seats instead of standing here,” Katsumi said as she entered the dining hall.

“Woah, who’s that?” Questioned Camerin stunned by the woman’s looks and physique.

“Oh, that’s Katsumi. She’s apparently the leader of this community.” Johnny informed Camerin. Then, he leaned closer to Camerin and whispered, “She’s quite the looker, ain’t she..?” while nudging him with a grin on his face. After that, he called out to Katsumi, asking, “Where exactly is our seat? There’s so many people; it’s packed so tightly.”

“Leala should know. She’s the one who sets up everything when it comes to the dining hall,” Katsumi coldly said as she headed to where she was accustomed to seating.

As soon as Katsumi left, Reisys entered the dining hall, yawning as she was not accustomed waking up early in the morning at all. “Good morning, Boy One and Boy Two,” Reisys said as she was surprised to see so many people in the room.

“Morning, †˜girl’. You seem tired…” He emphasized the word †˜girl’ as a kind of payback for calling him †˜boy’.

“I’m starting to think nobody knows what my name is!” Complained Camerin, throughout his entire visit to Miniature Garden he has gotten a vast variety of nicknames, and it was starting to make him wonder.

“Don’t start complaining so early in the morning, Camerin,” Leala said as she approached the three. “You guys are late! But I guess that Damn Rabbit is even more late. Anyways, follow me; I’ll take you to your seat. Also, let me know what you guys want to eat for breakfast,” she said as she began walking.

Johnny followed after Leala to the spot she reserved. “How nice of you, Leala. To save a spot juuuuust for us!” He told her with a hint of sarcasm. He appreciated it nonetheless. “Oh, are you gonna cook for us?” He asked curiously.

“Hmph, I’ll spare you for now” Leala said, calming her fists in response to the sarcasm. The sarcasm which she didn’t quite note as a sarcasm. “I cook for everyone who is part of our community,” she said as she soon stopped at the table Katsumi was seating at. “Katsumi~! I’ll bring your breakfast shortly. These three will be joining us today. Also, just write down what you guys want here. I still have other orders to finish,” Leala said frantically as she hurriedly ran back to the kitchen side of the hall.

“Does she do this every morning?” Reisys asked wondering how Leala managed all the cooking.

“Yes. She also does it for lunch and dinner.”

“Wow, that’s what I call dedication,” Said Camerin. ”Heh, it’s obvious why she claims to be †˜great’. How such a small girl could put up with that is amazing.”

“Well, she’s an impressive little girl, I’ll give her that!” Johnny commented as he saw Leala’s figure enter the kitchen. “Hell, she’s certainly got her work cut out for her. Geez…” he mumbled as he looked around the room to estimate the number of people. It was admirable how she could still be cheerful when she needed to take care of this many people, Johnny thought. A genuine smile crept up his face.

“Anyways, I’m hungry. What will I have…?” He spun a pen around his fingers as he thought of a dish he wanted. As a joke, while he was thinking, he put down †˜Leala’, but immediately crossed it out with a chuckle, before ultimately deciding on †˜pancakes’. “That should do. All yours.” He said as he passed the sheet to Camerin.

Before Camerin was able to jot down his order he turned an eye to Johnny’s †˜order’. He shook his head and chuckled. This boy is a hoot! His stomach is definitely getting caved in today.” He thought. He eyed Katsumi and thought of doing the same, but wrote down †˜iced coffee’ instead as he is still aching from yesterday. Besides, it wouldn’t be wise to play a trick on the leader of the community, Camerin knew that much.

“Excuse me, what exactly does one eat for breakfast?” Reisys asked as she never once had breakfast before. "I always only had dinner, not really certain if the same items would be served here."

“I take it you’re a vampire, Reisys?” Katsumi asked to clear her doubts.

“Yes, I find it surprising I can be up at this hour with no harm from the sun rays,” Reisys said still wondering how that was possible. “Enough of that what would you guys recommend?”

“Ohh, okay… Wow, that explains a lot…” Johnny said while nodding his head. He thought this girl was too strange in some way, but being a vampire helped his understanding. “Woah, wait, so vampires exist?” Johnny has only ever seen vampires in movies and shows. “Man, this place hasn’t failed to surprise me, yet…”

“Wow, that explains the intimidating sensation you gave me yesterday.” Camerin said. “Though I can see why, they do seem pretty obscure within society. Who knows? With the way we just found out about Reisys we probably met some Vampires in our time,” Camerin responded. “Reisys, have you ever tried bacon? Lots of people revere it to be a food made by God or something,” Camerin said with a joking chuckle.

“I’m no fan of pork.”

(This is a joint post between: Ezlare, BlinkXPoke, Katsu cha, and Cinia Pacifica.)

“Hey, have you guys decided what you want?!” Leala said as she placed Katsumi’s food on the table. “Also, where is that Damn Rabbit? I take it she doesn’t want breakfast today.”

Camerin passed the orders to Leala. “Yeah, here you go. Though, Reisys didn’t order yet; we’re in the middle of helping her,” Camerin replied resting his chin on his hand. “I’m curious as to who this rabbit you’re talking about though.”

“I’ll just bring her some pancakes. You’ll probably find out soon,” Leala said as she grabbed the note, she’d now be heading back to the kitchen.

“But, I’d rather have bacon with scrambled eggs instead,” a sweet voice of a temptress was heard. The figure of a golden rabbit-eared lady stood just a few inches behind Leala as she leaned over, and spoke pleasantly – close to her ears with a heart-melting whisper. She wore a lucrative black costume, with her cleavage showing openly. Her womanly charms spread across the halls without a doubt – it was Kin’iro; the golden rabbit girl.

“Kyaa!” Leala screamed at Kin’iro suddenly whispering into her ear from behind. “Don’t sneak up behind me like that, you Damn Rabbit!”

“Oh dear,” Kin’iro started, her hands meekly placed over her chest; pretending to be scared for a moment as she took a step back from the irritated dog-eared girl. “I am absolutely not at fault; you just happened to be standing on my way, is all,” Kin’iro said as her lips curved mischievously that signified the surfacing mirth over her face.

“Whatever! I’ll bring your food in a bit so just take your seat,” Leala said, irritated as she went back to the kitchen.

Kin’iro lightly waved with a delightful expression as Leala stormed off with an angry look, while she herself relished the feeling of victory. Victory for being able to pull such a surprised expression out of her, anyway. She then took a few light yet graceful steps to reach the table, and took a seat. “Good morning, Katsumi,” she greeted the leader of her community.

“Good morning, Kin’iro. Don’t you think you should be nicer towards Leala?”

“Oh my, I do believe that I’m being nice,” Kin’iro replied, placing a fingertip over the raised corner of her lip. She spoke with a menacing tone. “In my very own fashion, of course,” she added, her face now full of glee.

“That’s very much like you,” Katsumi simply said as she began eating.

Johnny’s jaw dropped upon the arrival of the bunny girl. “Ohohoho my god…” He couldn’t even make eye contact with her. His eyes were drawn into her chest. [johnny]Just look at the knobs on her! My, my, they’re barely contained![/color] He looked upon the rest of her figure. Oh my... those thighs… those legs… that blonde hair… His eyes returned to her bosom. But, best of all… Johnny had a silly grin on his face as he stared.

Camerin’s ears and tail fidgeted excitedly to no end at the blonde beauty before him. He's seen his share of women in the past but this one was leagues passed them all. Damn...just look at this one-- a fine lady she is indeed! Eyes heavily implanted on her breasts, her curved figure, everything! He bit his lower lip in response, he wasn't sure whether to respond or completely break down and bow to the bunny-goddess before him.

“Pervert One, and Pervert Two... you two are drooling all over,” Reisys said as she couldn’t believe the faces these two were making.

“Mnm, it’s the first time that I am witnessing others seated in this table. Aside from Katsumi, Leala, and myself,” Kin’iro thought out loud as she laid her sight over the trio of newcomers with a smile – a smile that she seemed to have conjured without a thought, it was a natural; charismatic expression – as she rested her head over the palm of her hand. “Who may you three be?” She asked curiously.

“Ku ku ku...I’m the mighty Reisys VII Felicity. I can see why Leala would respond to you the way she does, Miss.”

Camerin dumped a cold glass of water on to his face to keep himself at bay, the woman was that stunning to not lose one’s composure in front of. “I'm C-Camerin Mathers!” He responded so suddenly, starstruck. “N-Nice to meet you!”

“Ahem…” Johnny cleared his throat and took one deep breath before introducing himself. He needed to keep his cool. “T-the name’s Jonathan Lax. Just call me Johnny! I’m the breast- I mean, best guy Leala summoned of us three!” He bragged. He made a freudian slip, having stared too long at the bunny girl.

“Ah, I see. It’s nice to meet you all. I am known as Kin’iro – an aristocrat of the Miniature Garden. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Kin’iro introduced herself in a perfectly composed and gentle tone, accompanied by a graceful terse bow of her head. She noticed how Johnny slipped his tongue back there, but casually ignored it as she faced the blonde vampire. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Reisys,” she said proudly in response to Reisys’ comment after introducing herself. She pondered why this Camerin person splashed cold water over his head, but didn’t ask. I see. She managed to get Gift users summoned for her community. Well, that’s one big success, perhaps? She pondered. I suppose we’ll be peering into the answer soon, won’t we, Katsumi?

“Don’t mind me. But Pervert One, that, to me, sounds like a challenge,” Reisys said as she then looked at Johnny.

Johnny cleared his throat again. He couldn’t talk right with the overwhelmingly beautiful bunny girl near him. “I’m just stating facts, girl… You know what they say, †˜better lucky than good’. I can be both!”

"Tch, get over yourself, don't be such a boob-- I mean fool! I've never, heard such a thing in my life." Camerin cut in actually speaking at the tone he intended for himself, though he did mess up a bit there. This made Kin’iro giggle.

“You damn perverted boys! Stop drooling over her lumps of fat!” Leala said angrily as she approached the table with their food. “Who’s the wise guy who wrote my name on the list also?!” She asked as she placed the food on the table.

Camerin snickered loudly at Leala’s cluelessness remembering what Johnny wrote down. He's gonna get it now! He thought hardly able to contain himself, darting an eye at Johnny looking for his response.

Somehow, Leala’s angry voice soothed Johnny’s desire. At least, it quelled his desire to do †˜various things’ with the bunny girl, and instead brought about the desire to tease Leala. “What can I say, you’re irresistible, Leala! I just wanted to eat you up, if you know what I mean…” He had a grin on his face. He had to hold backhis urge to laugh, since he also needed to brace himself. Surely, Leala was gonna hit him.

Leala’s face turned bright red, “w-what are you saying, i-idiot!” Leala said as she then quickly approached Johnny and punched his stomach.

“Ugh…” Johnny reared back as he was hit. “Yeah… you see, that reaction to hide your embarrassment… It’s cute in it’s own right. So harsh on the outside, but I’ll bet your heart’s pounding fast...” He groaned as he spoke, but he maintained the grin on his face. “There was a word for it… I forgot what it was.”

"Ouch, you're messing with some demon, kid." Said Camerin, rubbing Johnny’s back for comfort.

“Shut up, shut up!” Leala shouted at Johnny knowing what he said was true, and that it did made her heart pound faster.

“Oh? Lumps of fat, you claim?” Kin’iro said in response to that one comment she angrily made about her amble chest, accompanied by a feigning puzzled look on her face. She then proceeded to look down to her plump bosom before laying gaze towards Leala’s chest; apparently making a direct comparison. Was it even comparable? Probably not. She did so regardless, just to belittle Leala to the maximum degree possible, and stamp the sign of †˜flat-chested’ onto her face. “Oh,” her innocent expression crumbled subsequently as she could hardly contain herself; as if having witnessed the pitiful excuse of a †˜chest’ for the first time in her entire lifetime. “Pfft,” she broke into a malicious snicker, while covering her mouth with a hand – which gave a subtle hint of politeness and mannerism – as she lowered her strikingly red pupils to Leala’s stature and physique. “I’m not surprised that you say such a thing,” she said, continuing to attempt to tone down her stifling laughter.

Upon hearing Kin’iro, Leala became furious. “Size isn’t all that matters! Plus I’m still growing!” Leala said as she wanted to strike at Kin’iro but knew it would be futile effort.

“Growing, you say?” Kin’iro replied with a big grin. She was completely enjoying herself here. With Leala around; this community was never boring. “Perhaps. That doesn’t quite change anything, though. Size marks my charm and appeal regardless. It’s hardly a matter of fat, I believe. Want to try and touch – to make sure?” Kin’iro stated, then offered with a racy wink.

Camerin’s ears perked up, as he heard Kin’iro's response. Swiftly, he stopped comforting Johnny and pushed him out of his way, staring at the two women with outstretched eyes. Do it, do it, do it, do it! He thought. Leala wasn't the most mature looking girl but according to Camerin; girl on girl action is girl on girl action, besides, he would want to see just how versatile this woman is in some cases....

Johnny looked up as well, despite the pain from the punch still lingering. Oh, c’mon Leala, don’t let me down… This was a chance to see something exciting. Even though he’d be somewhat jealous of another person being able to do what he wanted to do, if it were Leala, it’d make for a very interesting event. He clenched his teeth as he shifted focuses back and forth between the petite Leala and the busty Kiniro Usagi.

Annoyed, Reisys stood up from her seat. She then walked up behind Kin’iro, and grabbed both her breasts with her hands and began squishing them. “I believe you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself, don’t you think, Miss Bunny?” Reisys said playfully.

“Iiiiieeeyaaannnnnn~!!” A strange squirm escaped Kin’iro’s lips as she was groped by the vampire. However, Kin’iro was not taken down, but was further amused instead. “My, aren’t you bold?” She asked with a chuckle, apparently not making any more lewd noise from the touch of her hands. This Reisys person was utterly terrible with fondling breasts, it seemed; the aforementioned squirm being a carefully played out act. Was it because she was a child who never fondled her own breasts for pleasure? Oh wait – Kin’iro took a look down to her chest – she didn’t have any to play with – to begin with. She gave a sinister laugh internally. “Aren’t you getting over your head yourself, petty vampire? Who gave you the permission to touch me?” The tone took an abrupt shift. A complete one-hundred and eighty degree turn – if one may put it that way. It was subtly oppressive and belittling. There was, however, a rather sadistic smile hanging over her face. Wasn’t she a jealous little fellow? No wonder she knows how Leala feels.

“My, my I guess first looks can be deceiving, can they?” Reisys said as she let go of Kin’iro. “I was just bored. I believe you probably would have done the same.”

“What the…” Johnny was in shock by Reisys’ action. “Who knew she’d be so forward…” The sudden change in the bunny girl’s temperament also surprised Johnny. Does… does Reisys swing that way? What a strange development that would be!

“Guh...!” Camerin did the absolute best he could to stop his nosebleed, things were escalating quickly with these women around.

“Why did you do that Reisys!” Leala said with her face completely red upon seeing what Reisys did.

“Ku ku ku…Wouldn’t you like to know.” Reisys simply said as she headed back to her seat.

“Boredom and getting over the head doesn’t match,” Kin’iro said sarcastically, her smile and good graces apparently back up. As if a computer’s programmes being rebooted. Not a sign or a spec remained of the darkness she showed earlier. “Me doing it is absolutely justifiable though. Because, it’s me.”

“I believe that’s enough of that. Everyone take your seats. Any more acts like that from any of you and you’ll be leaving without breakfast.” Katsumi stated.

“Yeeeeesss!” Kin’iro said as her voice trailed off with a big smile. She raised her hand to the side of her face to give a salute to over exaggerate how she obeyed the command. This movement, however, caused her ample breasts to jiggle slightly. She then took up a fork and spoon, and started eating her food silently, yet with a happy face. Leala was quite well in cooking, after all. At the heart of the reality; Kin’iro didn’t care about breakfast as she could go out to eat any day.

“Bah,” Camerin said a bit flustered from the occurrence from before. He rested his chin onto the side of his wrist and took a sip of his iced coffee. It was nothing compared to ordinary coffee but it was almost as good. Camerin was surprised how Leala added just the correct amount of sugar and cream making the taste all the sweeter. “Wow...not bad Leala,” Camerin said. “I’m used to people messing up my coffee, but you did it just right.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Johnny responded to Katsumi. All this excitement caused him to forget how hungry he was. He took his utensils and started to eat the food that was laid out in front of him. The pancakes he ordered were soft and fluffy, and the syrup complimented it quite well. Johnny was blissful as he ate it. “Well, well, Leala. Color me impressed. I haven’t had pancakes this good in a while.”

“Of course they’re all good. I, the great Leala made them,” Leala said with smile on her face. “Oh, Katsumi~. Let me introduce you our new members properly. Their names are: Johnny, Camerin, and Reisys. They will be joining our community as of today,” Leala said happily as her tail could be seen wagging.

“Welcome. I’ll be looking forward working with you three. I hope we can work together to bring success to our community.”

Camerin, still focused on drinking his coffee gave a nod of acknowledgment to Katsumi. “Glad to be here, though I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I can speak for the three of us that we’ll have a good time here.” He said in between sips.

“That being said, though…” Johnny said while chewing on his food. He paused to finish consuming it before continuing. “What do these Gift Games accomplish for the community? We were told that in these Gift Games, we could gamble a variety of things, but they can affect the community as a whole? I figured we’d only be betting things personal to us, and there’d only be personal losses or gains…” He inquired of Katsumi. When he finished talking, he took another bite from his pancake before waiting for a response.

Kin’iro placed her dining utensils as she faced Johnny. “Usually, communities partake in Gift Games hosted by other communities, or Host Masters, in order to go up the ranks. Despite how slow the entire process is,” Kin’iro answered in Katsumi’s place, seeing as Katsumi wasn’t the talkative type, at all. Besides, as a Judge Master; she was a more suitable person to talk to this about. “The smaller communities tends to enter Gift Games for more essential reasons, however. Such as getting water, or ingredient supplies for food. But… back to your question; whatever Gifts you possess are essentially considered as a community’s in general – usually, unless special circumstances are in place. Currently, there aren’t many Gift users in this community; if we have anything big to even bet, it’d be the Gifts or belongings of us all sitting across this very table.”

“Man, needing to gamble to get basic necessities… Sounds like that’s very hard on these small communities…” Johnny commented. He noted the large amount of people in the dining hall again, and wondered out loud, “Is this our entire community? Do we need to partake in games just to eat?” It was intentional. He was seeking answers.

“As you can see, yes,” Kin’iro said, with her usual smile. She then decided to answer further, picking up her spoon and fork again. “Not as much as you think. Our community does slightly better. So, our state works in favor against the need to fight for necessities. We’re looking to evolve, and cross the stairs of rankings, so to say,” she then broke down her scrambled egg neatly and slowly with a knife; before plucking a portion of it and placing it into her mouth; munching her food.

“Well, that’s good, then…” Johnny said with a hint of relief in his voice. He wasn’t used to being poor and hungry. Even when he ran away from home, he lived comfortably off of his winnings at the local casino. “So, Gifts are rare, then? Not everyone in Miniature Garden has one? If so, I’d kinda be hesitant to risk my Gift.” He laughed. “It’s made my life too fun! Surely, there are some spoils we can keep for ourselves if we do win these games, right?”

“Well, I’m not sure how much Leala explained here, but obviously you win what the other side bets – as their chips,” Kin’iro begun the explanation after taking another bite, this time; from her delicious-looking bacon. “You can simply choose not to bet your own treasured Gift, and may place something else on the line if the rules do not restrict it; while having your opponents bet their Gifts,” Kin’iro stated in a matter of factly manner. There were many ways to go about Gift Games and Gifts themselves, after all. People are even able to buy Gifts, from trading communities such as Thousand Eyes, for instance. “Such instances have ocurred many times in the Miniature Garden – which is why there are many individuals with countless Gifts,” she said, then paused, taking a sip of her mango-flavored juice. “You’re speaking to one at the moment, in fact.”

It was at this point that Johnny was reminded of who he was talking to. He was going to ask You have multiple gifts? And inquire further about how she obtained them, but he found himself again entranced by Kin’iro Usagi’s magnificent bosom. I’m sure any man could be tempted by these. I wonder if… He shook his head to try to get his mind back on the right track. “A-anyways… uh-m… D-does Katsumi have some amount of Gifts, too? She seems like a strong person to be able to guide all these people…” Johnny emphasized his statement by pointing around the room. Many of the residents appeared to be children or elderly.

“I only have one Gift currently. I only just became the leader a year ago and many things happened during that time,” Katsumi said as she then took a bite of her food. “Most of the Gifts we have here belong to the entire community, not just to one person. Since they’re needed for necessity or emergencies.”

“What have I told you about my Gifts, again?” Kin’iro said with a pout. She stopped eating as she spoke. “Those are my collection,” she said. Despite having a smiling face, something scary loomed under it. “I’d prefer it if you don’t lay claim in such a manner.” Kin’iro said this because her Gifts could be extremely useful in emergencies. Like, if a Demon Lord appeared. Not in the sense of absolute survival cases such as water or food deprivation. She thought that they were off that page already. In fact, they should have been off of it already.

“I wasn’t talking about your Gifts, and I had told you before that we won’t bother you about your Gifts,” Katsumi said as she looked at Kin’iro, “I believe I also told you, when I mention our community; your Gifts aren’t included.”

“Right, right,” Kin’iro said dismissively. “Just don’t go talking about others’ Gifts as your community’s property before me, and I’ll stay quiet,” said Kin’iro. Others’ as in, other Gift Users in the community. This especially included the new members, but it seemed that they quite weren’t on the same page, even now.

“I don’t believe I ever said other people’s Gift belong to the community. The Gifts you earn are yours to keep. If you want to contribute to the community that is your decision as well.”

“Hey Damn Rabbit, leave Katsumi alone! The community Gifts are the ones me and her managed to win. So you shouldn’t think that when we talk about our community Gifts, we’re talking about yours too!” Leala said angrily while glaring at Kin’iro.

Kin’iro casually ignored Leala’s outburst as she responded to Katsumi. “Oh, you said †˜most’ of the Gifts, and when I thought about it; you guys hardly have many Gifts, so I might’ve misunderstood that way~,” she said, cracking up a smile yet again as her words were filled with sarcasm. She then took up her dining utensils again, deciding to finish her food. Katsumi did had issues in terms of wording. If she wanted to be a great leader; perhaps she needed to think before speaking. This was the usual issue with those tending to be the silent type, after all. She wouldn’t let Katsumi hide behind that excuse forever, however.

Katsumi gave a small a sigh before moving on. “Well then, I have something I want to announce to you all. But first I want to make sure if you are willing to partake in the event involving our community, and if you’re willing to help us out?” Katsumi said as she looked at Reisys, Johnny, and Camerin.

“Well of course;” Camerin replied. “If anything we would've gone back home if we didn't want to help. And quite honestly, I'm pretty bored.” He leaned back in his chair wrapping his hands to the back of his head. Unfortunately for them, going home wasn’t so easy as it sounded. Crossing dimensions getting to the Miniature Garden wasn’t as easy as it sounded, but these newbies had no idea of that, just yet.

“Count me in. Like he said, we wouldn’t be here otherwise.” Johnny grinned, anticipating some fun. “I can’t wait to hear what game we’ll play!”

“You can count me in as well.” Reisys simply said.

“Very well then. Then I’d like you three to join us in the upcoming Atalanta Challenge Event.”

“Oh? You guys are entering that one? I somewhat didn’t expected it,” Kin’iro said, apparently surprised as she finished eating; rubbing her cherry-pink lips with a tissue. A smaller community joining a big event… did they have what it would need to beat it? Kin’iro was full of doubts. “I was asked to judge for it.” Indeed she was. The pay seemed good, too. As a Judge Master – Kin’iro tends to receive plenty of job requests for her to judge and MC for Gift Games mentioned in said requests. This was but one of her income of money.

Johnny tilted his head to the side and asked, “Wait, what is that?” When he first heard it, he thought Katsumi said †˜Atlanta’. Regardless, he could not determine what kind of game it could be from it’s name. Kiniro’s words finally sunk in, as well. Hold on… judge? So, it’s like one of those sanctioned events, then. Makes sense… but… Something struck him as odd.

"Care to elaborate?" Asked Camerin, his lack of knowledge to the Gift Games left him in the dark.

“Wait you two have never heard about Atalanta before? I would have expected at least Camerin to know about her,” Leala said feeling surprised “What about you, Reisys, have you heard about her before? And, damn you, Rabbit! Why didn’t you tell us you got hired before hand?!”

“Ku ku ku…Of course I know who she is. She was a heroine in Greek mythology. I would imagine her event might be related to her legend but I doubt they would make it so obvious.”

“Oh, because I thought you guys wouldn’t really care,” Ki’niro replied with a smile. “Not like it’d make an actual difference even if I did inform you two.” Besides, she wasn’t quite informed beforehand that they were planning to enter this particular Gift Game. She was not at fault, at all. How could she ever be at fault, anyway? The mere thought of it implied an astounding level of nonsense. How preposterous. An absolute impossibility.

“Speaking of which, Bunny Girl…” Johnny interrupted Leala’s confrontation. “Should you really be judging for this event if we’re participating in it? Judges are supposed to be impartial…” He recalled his memories of various tournaments he played in his world, and wondered if they applied here.

Kin’iro grinned before looked at Leala, then confronted Johnny’s eyes shortly, “I’m perfectly impartial – especially when it comes to you people,” she stated with pure delight as she made a peace sign with her fingers. “An aristocrat of the Miniature Garden would explode to magnificent sparkling bits if they break the rules, anyway. My eyes and ears are connected to the central core of the Miniature Garden, after all,” and indeed they were. The central core of the Miniature Garden was able to roughly understand anything that happened in the life of a rabbit, after all. Kin’iro was – obviously – a Moon Rabbit from the old tragic stories. A member of the god’s household who rules over the Miniature Garden.

“O….kay… wow…” Johnny was surprised that Kin’iro could say with such enthusiasm that one may literally explode if a rule is broken. Well, it means this should be a fair game, then. That’s good. He nodded his head in approval.

“Lovely,” Camerin remarked in sheer sarcasm. As interesting as someone spontaneously combusting into small bits, it would be rather unpleasant for the festivities, he thought. Though judging by the bunny-woman’s first impression she gave him, Camerin thought she had a mischievous side to her as well, which was unsettling to say the least.

“Whatever, you always go off doing things on your own, you Damn Rabbit!” Leala said as she pointed at Kin’iro and glared at her for a second. “That is correct, Reisys, but the event is gonna be just like her legend, like it says so here on her invitation.”

“Well, it is my life, after all. May as well live with poise, and grace. Freedom is an added luxury and a golden trove of treasure.” Kin’rio prized her freedom above everything else, after all. If she were to abandon even a portion of it; she’d make sure to benefit tenfolds from it, at least. As she did so by joining this community.

Camerin leaned forward, intrigued. “So could you tell us more on Atalanta's legend and how it could be link to the event?”

“You seem to know it, Leala. Go on, explain it for us. I’m sure we’ll understand if we hear it from †˜the Great Leala’!” Johnny praised her, barely hiding his sarcasm.

“I believe someone wants to die~,” Leala said with a smile, looking at Johnny. “Anyways, Atalanta is a Greek Heroine like Reisys said. She was the first one to injure the Calydonian Boar. Which was a massive boar that was terrorizing the land back then. She also defeated many men on foot races. This is what she is mostly known by well. The story that she got turned into a lion is a known fact as well.”

“A lion?” Camerin questioned. “That's an untimely turn of events.”

“Scary~” Johnny pretended to cower in mock fear to Leala’s threat. Then he asked sincerely, “So, what does that have to do with the game we’re about to participate in? We racing against something?”

“Correct, the event is gonna be a race. There is going to be a second part but that is only to be told to the winners of the race.”

“A second part for only the winner…” Johnny repeated in order for him to process it better. “Then, we’re facing other communities, aren’t we?” He made a guess and asked Katsumi to confirm.

“Yes. There will be many strong communities participating as well since rumors say Atalanta will be giving away a rare gift, but honestly no one knows what the prize really is currently.”

“Then will be participating in an event without even knowing what will be getting?”

“Yes, but I’m pretty sure Atalanta will make it worth the effort. I never heard of her giving a horrible prize to the last few winners of her event.”

“Indeed, the Gift rewards are quite interesting to say the least, for this particular Gift Game,” said Kin’iro, participating in the topic at last. “I was told what the second challenge is; but Atalanta kindly requested that I don’t reveal it,” she added.

“Ku ku ku…Maybe we can force it out of you, Bunny Girl.” Reisys said with a smirk.

“If you all can, anyway,” Kin’iro said with a chuckle, her nose all sky high. She didn’t even feel for a moment that this young vampire could outdo her, much less threaten her.

“Hold on…” Johnny interrupted Leala. “Atalanta is a real person? I thought she was merely a Greek Legend?”

“Of course she is. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be holding this event.”

“A fact is, almost all the mythological beings from storybooks and tales are actually beings in existence here, or had once actually lived a life in this grand world known as the Miniature Garden,” Kin’iro explained, as she spread her arms – letting the three newcomers know of the greatness of this place. Indeed, people used to believe that the heroes of old times became a part of the stars and shined down their glory upon the lands. What they didn’t know, was that these legendary, fabled heroes and heroines alike, including the more intriguing and celebrated individuals were actually invited to the Miniature Garden.

“So you mean to tell me that even Count Dracula himself lives in this world?”

“Yes, absolutely!” Kin’iro replied to the vampire with glee without taking even a moment to ponder about it.

“Really? No wonder there’s all the fantasy elements that exist in this world. Vampires, animal people, magic… What’s next?” Johnny commented while laughing.

“Next would be… demons, or Demon Lords, perhaps?” Kin’iro added after Johnny with a smile.

(This is a joint post between: Ezlare, BlinkXPoke, Katsu cha, and Cinia Pacifica.)

“It’s like I became the protagonist of a RPG…” Johnny mumbled, before saying more coherently, “Demon Lords, too, huh? They aren’t bent on destroying this world, are they? I already kinda like it here.” He joked, taking his knowledge from video games. He was telling the truth about enjoying this place more than his world, however.

“Demon Lords you say? To think they live in this world too. But they might be different from the ones that lived in my world.”

“They are, actually. In a different sense, however. Regardless, none of their intentions had been any good. They’re feared and hated, and are eventually defeated, always,” Kin’iro answered to Johnny. She noted what Reisys said, too. Different Demon Lords, mn? Vampire kings, perhaps? The Demon Lords of Miniature Gardens were beings born with the exclusive right and title – the privilege of Host Master. Much like Kin’iro, who possessed this title too.

“Very interesting… at least there’s always a hero at the end of the day.” Johnny smiled for a moment and said, “Maybe that can be us one of these days, too.”

“Let’s hope that,” Kin’iro said in response to the sound of a hero with a hint of sadness. “Heroes are tragic yet glorious beings. I happen to admire them. Greatly, if I may add.”

Camerin was entranced at the thought of what the prize could be. Money? Fame? A big feast? No, the thing Camerin was hoping for was a bit more...risqué. His mental image of Atalanta's human form was also not suitable for a child's eyes. “Hehe…” He discreetly chuckled to himself. “So, a race eh?”

“Hey, Pervert One and Pervert Two, I’m pretty sure whatever you’re imagining; that’s not the prize,” Reisys said while she gave a quick glare to Johnny and Camerin.

“The prize is a Gift, so obviously; it’s not,” Kin’iro said, with a weakened smile as she stared at the two labeled perverts while beads of sweat ran down at the back of her head. These two were perverts to a rather extreme degree – she admitted. Them ogling over her breasts was a given – as she was a pretty flower who’d be admired and envied, but this was going overheard now. A Gift wouldn’t really be a sexual reward, at all. Unless it had seductive qualities. Wasn’t the prize already mentioned, anyway? What’s with the perversion regardless? She wondered. Men – they’re such simpletons despite the details laid out before them.

“Oi, I have a name ya know!” Camerin complained once more. “Anywho, what are the names of these other communities?” He asked still not quite sure.

“Well, there’s too many to names, but two examples are Noah’s Ark and Crusaders.”

“I’m surprised you know names of such great communities,” stated Kin’iro with apparent honesty. Who’d think that Katsumi cared about such lowlives? How surprising. Her words were filled with sarcasm, in reality.

A stifled laugh escaped Johnny’s throat before he asked, “Wow, what’s with those names? Sounds like they pulled them out of a bible.” He chuckled a bit before adding, “At least our community name sounds cool. †˜Militia Zodia’. Sounds more like serious business!”

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you. They might be small communities, but their leaders are strong. If Noah, himself, heard you laugh you’ll probably find yourself on the ground with a sword on your neck.”

“Well, I sure am about to laugh at him now,” Kin’iro said, daringly, with a light giggle. It was, however, a mere joke. Not that she knew if this Noah person was truly even skilled to begin with.

"Ohohoho~ How frightening!" Camerin said wearing a defiant and sadistic smile on his face, he suddenly changed within the course of a few seconds. "This Noah chap sounds like the hot headed sort. Splendid! Let him try!" His malevolent side slipping out from the cracks of his damaged personality. A fang could be seen peeking out from his mouth.

“My, aren’t you hot-headed yourself, in your own way?” Kin’iro eyed the cat-eared boy innocently. She wondered if this person was always easily challenged. If so, he wouldn’t be so different from the vampire over there.

“Heh, only when provoked, madame.” Camerin responded as well-mannered as he ever been, his smile grew wider.

“Well, the event will take place in one week from now. I suggest you all practice and prepare. I shall also be showing you all around town tomorrow, today things came up so I won’t be able to.”

“Tch, more waiting?” responded Camerin a bit impatient. “The most excitement I’ve had here so far was my near death experience as I plummeted into this world. I hope this competition will be worthwhile.” He folded his arms and leaned back into his chair once more, placing his well shined shoes on top of the table, his bright red pupils closed to a glint.