2 Worlds, One journey. (part 2, Chapter 1:The nameing Ritual)

Chapter One: Naming Ritual.

The first sights of a familiar but all too different world greeted us, with an open field to our right and light forest to our left down an old dirt road towards a small town in the distance, buildings and a high wall made of Stone and wood.
"Well, we best get a move on to somewhere we can find out what's going on." The brit states bluntly, however, everyone is in agreement. I look around at the group as we all start walking, taking better note of those around me.
The first I took note of the was the Englishman, now able to get a solid look at him, he was dressed casually but smartly, his features soft but mature, black short hair, lightly spiked but neat with a red cardigan and collared shirt mixed with black jeans and comfortable sneakers. The Scotsman was next in eyesight and he seemed to be a blonde fellow with a large jacket on, seeing from behind I could only see his blue jeans and big work boots. Jumping from him the next one to catch my eye was a large man, almost 7 feet tall with broad shoulders, he was the one that almost bowled me over getting to the door inside. He was wearing a standard black t-shirt and jeans with heavy looking shoes, his hair almost down to his scalp and strong jaw features.
"I wouldn't surprised if you could cut glass with a jaw like that." I thought and chuckled lightly to myself, catching the attention of the blonde haired girl who had starting to panic earlier.
"This isn't exactly a funny situation mister, we're in a strange place, and I doubt anyone got money on them, we don't have a place to stay or food or water and we got a long walk ahead of us s-"
"SO SHUT YER MOUTH AND KEEP WALKING!" The Scotsman cut her off and I couldn't help but giggle, I noticed the blonde girl with her long hair started to well up in her eyes at the comment. I couldn't help but notice her dress as well, a nice little sundress in green and white with weaved wedged sandals on, a cute little dress to say the least. Her friend, a brunette girl quickly jumped in to comfort her and shot the Scotsman a look that I wholly believed might make him drop dead, or maybe not as he is a Scotsman. The brunette girl, however, was wearing more of a boyish look, short pixie cut hair and t-shirt with some metal band on it, a skull and crossbones on the back with ripped jeans and ankle-high sneakers.
"So how far do you think that town is from that cave?" A blonde haired man said, a rather skraggly gentleman.
"About two kilometers away, we'll get there in about an hour if we keep this pace up." Responded a scarred gentleman, gashes across his face and skin that would hint at some great physical labor throughout his life, he must have been the oldest of the group by a few good years as the rest all looks around their 20's. If I hadn't looked at him I would have missed the two standing behind him, one mand, good physical build standing on the scarred mans right, and a tattooed girl on his left, wearing a plain black t-shirt and denim jeans with ankle boots, her tattoos were on her arms, some beautiful floral patterns mixed in with an assortment of others, I had to ask her about them.
"Wow, I almost missed your tattoos, they're quite beautiful, Is it just your arms?"
"Uhm... y-yeah, I've only got tattoos on my arms, I'm a bit shy to show off the rest of my body, so I get them where they can show comfortably." She responded, obviously not too comfortable with the situation of things and me just blatantly blurting out about her tattoos. I Smiled at her and said that she could tell me about them later when we got some time to relax, she simply smiled and nodded and the group continued on our walk.

I must say the Countryside environment was pleasant with it not being too hot or too cold, a nice spring breeze blowing through the trees and open field, I took a deep breathe as I listened to the murmurs of the others around me but a sudden thought struck and I spoke up quite loudly.
"Uhm, everyone, just a thought..." The group turned to look at me and we all stopped a moment. "what if we encounter someone and they ask for a name?"
My question definitely left an impression as everyone looked around at one another a moment and the Englishman was the first to answer.
"That's, quite a good point actually, it'll be very odd for a group of nameless people to be wandering around, especially in this setting where we could be dressed quite differently than most. I propose until we discover our names, we make up some that we can go by, for the time being, sound good to everyone?"
Everyone nodded and agreed and we began forming new names, albeit they aren't the most, original names around. Using some distinguishing feature or trait. My most distinct feature out of the group was my spectacles, I needed them to see far distances though I wasn't completely blind without them. So I was aptly named specs, The Englishman was to be called "brit" until further notice, though he seemed to take offense at that, the Scotsman was "scot" And the larger man we went for "boulder" as to how he seemed the strongest out of the group and had a similar look to a large boulder. After some laughing at the man's expense, who didn't seem to mind, the blonde girl came next.
"Honestly you should just call me princess." She said and smiled, and everyone shrugged at it willing to accept it but Brit Interjected.
"Sadly we can't as this period might have actual princesses in it, it could be misconstrued and cause trouble, however, a good substitute would be 'Goldy' don't you think?"
"Oh my god! How can you even suggest such a thing? Just because you don't like your name doesn't mean you get to ruin mine!" She responded quite agitated by it, though this was the first sight into the brits cunning.
"I suggest that as it not only references your beautiful long golden hair, but princesses are often very wealthy and although we can't outright call you a princess, we can infer it by the name." He retorted and all her agitation left in an instant, she laughed happily and accepted "goldy" as her name. I did, however, have to look at the other blonde person in the group and point him out.
"So what about him? We can't have two goldy's in the group can we?"
"We certainly can't, so we'll have to think of something else," Brit said and began to think, though it didn't take much for us to pick a name, as the gentleman wasn't even paying attention and somehow managed to trip over his own feet and roll down a slight embankment on the right side of the dirt. The group couldn't help but laugh and the scots blurted out,
"Oh by gods truth! Yer really are a Wally ain't ya!?"
"Maybe we should call him that?" The Brit managed out when he had ceased laughing with the rest of us, everyone chiming in agreement, as soon as we helped him up, we continued with the naming, the Brunette girl was next and the scot yet again gave us a simple but apt name.
"Aye, she's all over the little prissy one there, and she's dressed like a man, Why don't we just smush the two together?" The brunette did not look pleased by this but before she could say anything, Brit chimed in.
"Actually that's not a bad idea, how about Mandy?" He looked at the brunette girl and she thought a moment.
"That really isn't bad, yeah I'll take that, Mandy it is." She says and smiles
"oh, and just remind me to beat the fat scot for calling me a man!" She also retorted staring right at the scot, who couldn't help but laugh and an argument between them broke out, though ended quickly by the elder scarred man who was next on the naming list.
"I think my name is an obvious one, call me scar." He said when asked what he thinks it should be however the man dressed in camo clothing chuckled a bit.
"You really want to be named scar? Honestly with the way you've been brooding about this whole mess you should be called brooder!" He said seeming to be jokingly, however, the scarred man shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure, why not? It might be the most original out of the groups." He responded and the camo man seemed a little surprised thought didn't argue, and his name was settled on with the man in camo simply being named Camo.
The group seemed about ready to move off when I interjected again.
"Hold up, we're missing one," i said as I looked at the girl with the tattoos who had wandered off not far from the road and sat under a tree, though as I did the group seemed to roll their eyes at me and I looked back at them a moment before burying my face in my palm.
"right, obvious name." I sigh lightly and shout to her "Come on Tats, we're all got names now, it's time we get going."
She got up and walked back to us, not seeming to mind the new nickname. That's pretty much how our story begins, and with an hours walk ahead of us, we had a lot of talking to do.