If four worlds are too many i apologize... but my beloved land of Oz needs a Renaissance, in a matter of words. So, welcome, traveler from beyond the rainbow, welcome, to Oz...
(Oh, yeah, and read from the first post)

The Awakening of The Waltz- Interlude

Illua walked into the small dungeon roomand looked at the prisoners. Lita had added to the collection a man-sized praying mantis (Dr. T.E. Wogglebug, H.M.), a wind-up soldier (Tik-Toc), and a young woman wearing a rainbow dress (Polychrome, daughter of the Rainbow). She looked over to the original prisoners and was slightly miffed at what the Skeleton Princess was doing. She was whispering, too low for her to hear, and the black Waltz seemed to be mesmerized by what she had to say.
"Waltz," Illua commanded. "Why don't you kill the three in that cage?"
The Waltz stiffened. "No," he said, low and thoughtful.
"Kill them. It's not a request, it's an order."
The Waltz fingered the keyring at his side, and unlocked Jill's cage. he held her close to his body. "No," he repeated.
Illua drew her sword and advanced. "If you don't then i shall take both of your lives!"
The Waltz teleported out as Illua swung. The cage door swung back in place. Illua locked it as Kakashi woke up.
"Hunh?" he looked out from under his hat. "Dammit! Where is that princess???"

Enter: Illua

The portal opened, and lita stepped out of it. All around her, mindless soldiers were busy making black mages out of mist, of any and all races. She couldn't help but shudder as a bangaa and viera black mage were led out of the Mist-machine. They reminded her too much of Vasil and herself. She finally came to the place she was going to.
"Illua," She said, pounding her arm to her bosom and bowing a military bow. Illua turned. "I have captured three of-"
"I know already," Illua interrupted her. "With two Grimiores"- she ran her hand over a Grimoire with a rabbit motif-" I know anything that happens in my story. Get back to work. You're being slow with your job- odd, considering your reputation."
Lita stifled a reflexive attack. Who are you to judge my methods? She thought bitterly. Remember, Illua,... there's a reason I keep attention to detail...