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[Emporio has been in the 'new world' for a number of days now.
It isn't as if he didn't expect a new world. If anything he desperately hoped for it. Anything would be better than a reality and time where all he knew died and were replaced, and the villain won.
For that matter, Pucci had been fairly eager to have him dead and gone, so, another reality was best.
And Pucci himself had warned about it- take away the man at the wheel and who knew what time's next run would bring. He just...
Didn't expect it to be This different.
Emporio came to in a room resembling the lower portion of a house. A cooking pot burning, candles flickering. It was rustic. Cozy.
And outside that, he realized that it, like many other such homes, no longer existed. This was ruin- ruin surrounded by tents, and people, and...
...the people as well seemed 'rustic'. Armor, tunics. Their ears, long and pointed. A ruinous castle, standing afar.
And that was just day 1.
It does not take Emporio long to realize this is a very different world, and he is once again alone. Fortunately, having dodged the gaze of American prison guards, dodging those here is mostly easy. There might be passing glimpses, but he always disappears right under their nose, seemingly into a wall.
Zelda being Zelda, she likely won't stop at that though- if she runs quick enough, she'll identify the ruined wall Emporio disappeared into. Indeed, identify the wall, and she'll find a long, vertical crack- more of a seam perhaps- that begs to be inspected.
And, well.]
H...hAHHHH...
[Assuming she does That, Zelda will find herself in the ghost of one of Castletown's many common houses, a round eared boy in strange clothing falling back in shock.]
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