Honnêtement, Darius l'a vu venir. Des types nobles comme cette chevalierne maniant l'épée n'étaient pas exactement le groupe le plus ouvert d'esprit dans les romans fantaisistes, et alors qu'elle allait complètement manquer le point, la jeunesse rouillée ne pouvait que s'écraser. Cela n'avait-il pas été précisé? Ils ont trouvé le village le plus proche. Le message était tout à fait clair: il suffit de marcher sur le chemin et vous allez rencontrer un village, ville, ville, ou quoi que ce soit! Mais vraiment, tout ce qu'il voulait, c'était que son dernier pote se sente à l'aise en marchant sur un territoire inconnu.
La femme de ménage Speedy Gonzales, au moins, a donné quelque chose à penser. «Relfan Town est juste devant. Charmant, donc ils se dirigeaient tous dans la même direction, peu importe. Sans doute, avec ses jambes surhumaines et leur carrosse fantaisiste, cette paire de maîtres et de serviteurs n'avait pas de vraie raison de s'arrêter sur le côté de la route pour aider un groupe de paysans d'un autre monde, hein? C'était honnêtement une occasion manquée de leur part, mais Darius l'a totalement compris. À l'époque médiévale, tout le monde était un trou du cul pour tout le monde, et même le fantasme de nos jours était sombre et déprimant.
Cela étant dit...
Il s'inclina la tête sur le côté, se retournant vers les ikemen, tu n'as pas peur de la nature? Alors, qu'est-ce que c'était que tout ce "C'est dangereux ici, après tout"? C'était comme les débuts de l'agoraphobie pour moi, quand la lumière du soleil, les arbres et un chemin de terre étaient des choses super dangereuses... mais tu sais, bien sûr. Je vais juste crayer cela comme étant super prudent de ce brave nouveau monde.
Le reste du petit discours d'ikemens était bien, même si Darius était encore quelque peu irrité par son insistance pour les directions. N'était-il pas assez évident qu'ils pouvaient simplement choisir l'une ou l'autre direction et atterrir quelque part? Après tout, les chemins étaient censés se connecter, donc de toute façon, ils allaient obtenir quelque part. Si ikemen-boy était un chasseur de jupes, ils pourraient suivre la voiture. Si ikemen-boy était un rebelle, ils pourraient aller de l'autre côté.
Quoi qu'il en soit, Darius secoua la tête avec un sourire vif sur le visage.

Bonne douleur.
Cela étant dit... ce serait amusant de monter sur une voiture. Quand était la dernière fois qu'il était monté sur une de ces choses de toute façon? Trois ans? Cinq ans?
"Ahaha, no need to cut me any slack. I'll keep up even without speeding up."Darius Jacks

Age: 18
Appearance:
Darius Jacks is pretty much a normal teenage kid, standing at an average height of 5’7, with messy brown hair and light brown eyes. His complexion could be considered on the darker side of things, but definitely not enough that it’s tanned. Freckles can be spotted on his face and shoulders, which he attributes to that one-eighth of Irish blood that pumps through his veins, and his hands are large, callused not due to lifting weights or playing sports, but through handling tools. While he’s a little fat around his stomach, his arms are well-defined and sturdy. He can’t run like a marathoner, and he can’t stop swords with his one-pack abs, but Darius prides himself in being the undefeated champion of Shot for Shot, Mercy, and Arm Wrestling.
Personality: Darius Jacks is an individual that’s amiable and relaxed, taking everything in stride and calmly responding. His experiences have made it difficult for anything to really take him by surprise, and regardless of the situation, he is a firm believer in his ability to chug along swimmingly. To him, the world exists because he exists, and thus, there is nothing that is out of his reach if he reaches out for it. Unfortunately, there is also nothing significant that he really cares about, leaving him to simply be an ambitionless individual who lives life at his own pace. A slow and steady pace is ideal, after all, because there's too much he might miss if he went too fast.
Abilities: Darius has worked in a variety of jobs, from being a daycare volunteer to tech support to a line cook to construction work. He’s a fast learner, especially when it comes to hands-on work, and his confidence in doing well shows in how he interacts with others. His most prominent ability, after all, is to be confident even when he has no idea what he’s doing, because, hey, everything’s going to work out eventually.
Cheat:
Dimensional Shift
No creature or creation on heaven and earth can bind him. 
Total, unrestricted flight. That is the cheat granted to Darius upon crossing the boundary into another world. With clockwork wings, he flies in ways that even birds can not, ignoring inertia as he acrobatically maneveurs through the aether. And if he can ignore the laws of physics, then there is simply no way that mere magic can stop him. As long as he is aware of it, he can negate any sort of curse, bind, status effect, or magical barrier that is placed before him. As long as he's willing, as long as he can imagine it, there is no place that those clockwork wings won't take him.
At least until he bugsplats against a transparent window.
History: His parents taught him to stop dawdling and get shit done. His teachers taught him to do what he wanted to do while he still could. His employers taught him to suck shit up, because the world’s a cesspool. His friends taught him that life was much too short to stagnate in. With all those inspirations, Darius cruised through life trying to experience all that he wanted to experience, and, by the time he became 18 years old, he came to the realization that there wasn’t much else that he was interested in.
That was somewhat disappointing. He had thought that the world was a bigger place than that. So, with some help from his parents, he went off travelling around the world, searching for something new in the world that he had been born in. Mexico, England, Brazil, Russia, Tibet, Mongolia, and finally, Japan. On that last stop, he took the midnight train on a whim, and found himself a new world.