Viva La Vida (closed to Embie)

Roy snapped his eyes open, lying on the street in some alley. A Mexican looking man glanced at him with some surprise. "You just popped out like a flash, man." he said, lowering a hand to help Roy up. Roy ignored it, standing up by himself.

"Por que demonios estas usando el Ingles? (Why the hell are you using English?)" he snapped at the man. "Donde estoy? (Where am I?)" he groaned, looking around the alley.

"I'm using English because I like English, fuck it." the Mexican man said, sounding irritated. "What are you, one of those culturalists or some shit? Spanish isn't that important here, we're in the United States of America-"

"What? You mean that new country those British rebels set up? Mind you, I was completely fine with that country, but-“ Roy said in Spanish before he was interrupted by the English speaking Mexican.

“New? The US is a lot of things, buddy, but not nueva by any means.” The Mexican said in English, which irritated Roy considerably. Why on Earth speak that language when there was such a better one at use…He also always found the whole ‘American’ thing arrogant as though they claimed only the USA was America rather than the fact America was two whole continents. But he paused.

“Hold on here. How old is this country?”

“I dunno…let’s see, 2028-1776 is equal to …”

“1776? 2028? Where are you pulling out these numbers?”

“Dude, you’re one of those roleplaying guys, aren’t you? Well, you’re really in character and it’s irritating me. You know damn well 2028 is the current year and you probably know 1776 is when America was founded.”

“ Qué diablos?” Roy said in shock. “You cannot be serious!” he continued in rapid Spanish, but the Mexican was clearly done talking to this strange man in a suit of armor, even if he had just appeared in the middle of nowhere in a flash of light.

The handsome Spanish king looked around truly for the first time, noticing bizarre things. The lights, for example. It was rather dark now, perhaps nine or ten after the noon, and people would light candles and place them on the walls. He was used to that. But the candles here were utterly bizarre. They were sealed in a metal box, for one. Well, a glass box that was supported by metal.

Roy placed a hand on his sword, which the Mexican man had assumed was a fake and part of the ‘costume’, but was all too real.

He heard roars, as though roars of animals, but…different. Hmm. He walked out of the alley and fearlessly on the street, like a child who had not learned doing so was a dangerous deed at best. He then glanced toward the side and saw a large truck heading right toward him, though he had absolutely no idea what on earth it was. The odd looking contraption sat on four round mounds of rubber and the frame looked to be metallic.

And it was coming right toward him, as he stood frozen like a deer in headlights.
(This is where Ari can save him.)

Roy felt himself be tackled out of the way, landing on the sidewalk. He felt almost offended by this, since it was rather undignified for a king. But he then saw that truck go barrelling down the road at an incredible speed. It would have hurt if he had been struck by that thing. What was it anyway? A machine? A beast? Whatever it was, it would have hurt. So he supposed he had to thank the man who had helped him-

"Are you crazy?" asked a decidedly female voice, and Roy glanced up to see a Eastern European looking woman glaring at him. This felt like a slap in not just his face, but in the face of common morality. A woman? He was in debt to a woman, and a foreign one at that? This horrified him. "Get off me, girl." he said rudely in English, shoving her off with his great strength, and standing up. "What the devil was that thing that was going to hit me? No, first, you tell me now what the year is. It cannot possibly be what that other man had told me. And also tell me where I am."

He recognised this place as the Spanish port of Miami, but why on Earth were people claiming it was part of the United States? It was part of Spain!....right?

Roy looked almost enraged now. "Hey girl, I asked you a question!" he said, running after her. "I need to know the information and you need to give it. I am the king of Spain. It's your duty as a commoner to aid me." he barked, genuinely expecting her to obey. Another car zoomed by, a bit too close for his liking, though he had figured out that most people who were walking and not in that metal horseless carriage thing were on this white brick path next to the black one.

He caught up to her, looking rather irate now. "Who in God's name are you, anyway, to defy me like this? Have people just stopped respecting their superiors in this new world?" he asked in the tone most people used when they said "what on Earth is this world coming to" and assorted statements.

"I must be in an entirely different world then," he said, switching to French. The reason for the switch was simple- in his time, all the European royals would speak French to each other, regardless of their actual language. Though truthfully most European rulers did not actually speak the language of their country, Roy being the exception rather than the rule. For example, he knew King George would very much rather speak German over English and he was also aware that French was the language used in the Russian Court.

But the girl seemed entirely ignorant. Roy looked amazed. In English, as though speaking to a child, he asked "You don't even know French? What kind of world is this when the royals can't speak French?" he said in a horribly disappointed tone. "This...this is just pathetic." Then her first words, that Spain's monarchy had become like Britain's sunk in.

He roared out. "QUE?" he said, drawing some stares, though people were already looking at the two people with swords. "You are lying to me, puta, tell me the truth! What has gone mad with this world?"

Roy looked as though she had physically assaulted him with her words. "You lie??!" he asked in a rage, the two interrogation points and exclamation mark almost audible in his voice. "How on Earth would the European empires allow such things to happen? The French monarchy in particular was always very strong and the people always supported it, and I know the Spanish throne would never allow itself to become so pathetically weak. The British don't surprise me, the British were always wishy washy cowards." he said dismissively. "Les Goddamns." he seemed to notice for the first time that there was a blade against his throat.

"Well, that's a mild surprise." he said, raising an eyebrow. At quick speed, he had his own sword out and against her throat in the same manner. "My dear, I am a King. I have been swordfighting since birth, not just pathetic sparring or fencing. Before I was sent here, I was in fierce battle with Moors and Britons. You put your sword away slowly, or I will end up becoming angry." he said.

He was actually quite furious, it was true. Who dared send him here? Who dared take him from his life as a King and take him to this bizarre world where nobody seemed to make any sense? Roy's eyes opened wide and turned pure yellow and he quivered in anger. "Step away, girl. Now." he barked. "I will not tolerate insolence, even if you are a royal."

Roy laughed. "So women are fighting now. How quaint." he said. "A Joan Of Arc, are you?" he asked. He allowed her blade to touch his cheek and he grinned widely, his incisors appearing just slightly too big for normal. "My girl, let's see how you go against a real warrior." he said quietly then his yellow eyes grew wide and he almost roared, moving his sword at incredible speed, pushing her back with his ferocity. He was surprised with her skill at parrying his blows, nodding in compliment. "Not bad. You are better than many." he said, then moved quicker. "Not, however, better than me."

Chuckling, he continued beating her back and being parried by her. "Girls can't battle, it'd be foolish to even try." he boasted. "I'm afraid there's no possible way for you, even if you are skilled, to defeat me in a battle. Just no possibility for a female to defeat me." Blinded by pride and arrogance, he failed to see she was not only holding back but even gaining the upper hand, though they seemed roughly tied.

That was the breaking point for him.

He was dragged out of his own sensible world into this one where monster carriages roamed the roads and women fought. And this woman, this pathetic foreign gypsy woman who claimed to be a royal, was managing to hold her own against him. He was furious, he was utterly seething with rage. No. This was not how it went. He would restore sanity to this world, no matter what extents he had to go to in order to do it. He roared- actually roared like an animal- and fell down to the floor on all fours.

His head jerked up, snarling as fur started growing at an incredibly fast rate. His yellow eyes glared at Ari without pupils, and his hand grew out claws, and then so did the other one. Fangs were visible in his mouth as he growled at her. The armour just snapped off, leaving the werewolf without any. But judging by his general appearance, it did not look as though he would be needing armour.

The civilians reacted normally. "FUCKING HELL!" one screamed, and they immediately started running away. The cops would eventually be called as well, but it seemed as though they would be a while. So Ari was alone with the monster Roy had become.

He stayed on all fours, just growling for a bit. Then he leaped at her, howling.