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[A small delay and then coherency! ...Kind of.]

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[Then suddenly a confused, young, kind of feminine looking boy with long brown hair, and a purple kimono appears on the network. Between words the epic button mashing is still going on. Kenji clearly has no idea what a phone is, or that he's even broadcasting a message.]

-purpose of this thing?

[After giving the Blackberry one final mystified look, Kenji decides to fling the thing over his shoulder. Manorites, you now have an exquisite view of Kenji's floor. Readying his katana, he opens the door. The hallway may be empty, but Kenji doesn't drop his guard, even for a single moment. Wherever he is right now, it's too unfamiliar for him to relax. Shifting his weight slightly, he begins walking out stealthily into the hall.]

((Just a quick note of warning that if you're meeting Kenji in person, he may draw the katana on your character. He won't be aiming to injure or anything, but he is tetchy and wants answers.))

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[He likes this kimono. A lot. But he's still him and can not go without sounding slightly ironic]

It's for communication and therefore might I suggest you actually look at it?

I think it'd help matters a great deal. I take it, you're new to this place?

Edited 2011-12-05 21:30 (UTC)

[The phone is still on the floor which means Ryuutaro doesn't see Kenji freeze as though he has just spotted a particularly venomous snake slithering about. Voices are never good, especially when the source isn't something you recognize. The words, slightly mocking as they are, don't do any favours for the speaker.]

Who are you? Why have you brought me here?

[His voice is demanding. He won't show any signs of fear here.]

Oh, I'm sorry if I came across as the one to capture you to this place, but that's not the case.
I'm just being held hostage here as well.

The person who brought you here will probably not talk to you at all, she rarely communicates with us.

Also I'd think it would be rather nice of you to pick the device up, a face to face conversation is only just a little nicer than this pretty image of the floor.

[What's really annoying about this is that whoever this is obviously knows more than Kenji does. It's quite possibly the only thing stopping Kenji from ignoring him. Who the hell was this, thinking they could order him around, when he's the one looking for answers?]

She?

[Yeah, that phone is staying on the floor and is getting the dirtiest of dirty looks.]

She. Her name is a mystery to us, but we call her the Author. She apparently has control over the realms of dimensions and takes pleasure in capturing people from different worlds to bring them to this place.

For being our host, she is quite rude, I have to say.

[Ryuutaro is not happy with the position of the Blackberry, but it's not like he could do anything about it as it was now. And he wouldn't get low enough to whine about it again]

[Dimensions? The voice is talking nonsense. Suddenly he's unsure as to why he's taking a voice seriously. It's a good thing Hiko isn't around to see this foolishness on Kenji's part.]

You aren't one to speak.

[Though he does take another step closer to the discarded Blackberry. He's never heard of anything that could transmit sound like this before. There had to be some kind of trick...]

You still haven't told me your name.

Ah, I apologize. That was quite impolite on my part, indeed.

[The irony stays in his voice, but at least it's not painfully obvious anymore. He doesn't have a real problem with Kenji after all, just with the world in general as it was now]

I'm Fukami Ryuutaro, with whom do I have the pleasure?

[It's at least one answer even if the last name Fukami doesn't ring any bells.]

Himura Kenji. A student of Kamiya Kasshin Ryu. [The tone is flat. Totally flat. Grudging almost. He can return pleasantries and such when they're extended to him. He gives the device a quick poke with the end of the katana.]

Give me one reason why I should believe anything you say.

[Kamiya Kasshin Ryu? The name of a Dojo? This was getting really interesting for Ryuutaro. And immediately he gets a lot more casual in tone, not sounding so overly fake anymore]

Mostly because I can humbly claim I'm right. Over long you'll have no choice but to accept fa- ... [He pauses. No, he doesn't want to say the word again. Fate had done too horrible things] accept it.
Every resident of this place will tell you the exact same story. And it'll be proven once you've been here for a bit.

[A pause. It's best to at least listen to this arrogant guy's story, even if it sounds completely unbelievable. The hostility in Kenji's tone goes down a few hairs.]

Where is this?

It's called the Manor. Basically a big place of residence for us all, surrounded by a forest. There are some places behind that, like the beach and the desert, but you won't be able to escape through them. It's sadly impossible, just as if the horizon we see is just for decoration.

Because of that it's hard to tell a definite location of this place, it's probably a whole own world for itself.

[A whole world...? Okay, no, he's beginning to wonder if he's been spirited away by onii, like in the legends. That or dreaming. Confusion overrides the need to glare.]

...This isn't Japan, or the continent?

[And now he'll pick up the phone keeping the camera pointed on the floor, if only to confirm the fact that there aren't any secret wires connected to the device. How was this even possible? Technology required cables.]

Sadly, no, it isn't.

I'd give a lot to be back in Japan.

[And that's the truth. He really misses his country just so much.]

But how is that possible? [He asks in the hopes that maybe this time the answer will make more sense than some nonsense about Authors. In the event that it doesn't, Kenji has a second, possibly more pertinent question to follow up.] Have you heard of a man by the name of Hiko Seijuro?

[Ryuutaro thinks for a little moment, but in his mind this name rings no bells]

I'm sorry, but no, I have never heard of him.

As for how this is possible; we're not sure. Magic seems to be the only solution at this point.

[Magic as an explanation doesn't make Kenji any happier, but magic is at least a more familiar term than dimensions, and different worlds, and Authors. His master not being here is... well, a good and a bad thing. If anyone knew what to do it would be Seijuro Hiko, but his master was also... just as likely to sit and do nothing but drink sake all day. But nonetheless, he's alone. And that's a reality that hits him harder, and deeper than Kenji thought it would. No. He's always been alone. His mother was a ghost, his father didn't exist— this is no different than being at home. Or so he tries to tell himself.]

What of Myojin Yahiko? [A noticeable pause.] Kamiya Kaoru? [He feels infantile asking for his mother. He scowls as he says her name. He leaves out Kenshin's name. It's meaningless to him whether or not he is here.]

...If none of these names are familiar then, is there a way home?

[The time Ryuutaro takes to reply to this, shows that he's thinking about every name carefully. Even if it did not bother him overly much, he knew how it felt to arrive to this place with nobody from your world there to help you out at all.
It was being lost, being trapped, an awful feeling.
While Ryuutaro certainly wasn't the nicest guy around, he'd become better over time. Still uncaring for other people's smaller feelings, but at least willing to partly pretend it wasn't like this.]

None of these people are here. As for the way home... It's not a path we could willingly walk. As it is now, the only people to leave didn't do so on their own accord and instead were sent home by the Author, which is about the same as arriving here.
It seems to happen at random. I've been here since last spring - now it's obviously winter - and during this period a lot of people left and arrived.
Some stayed for all the time and have already been here much longer than I have.

It seems that the length of our presence in this place is not our choice at all.

[He'd been prepared to hear that. It doesn't make it any less disappointing to hear blunt confirmation.]

So we're trapped here. [Why is this so familiar?]

[Scowling again as he finally turns the Blackberry right side up to have something to do with his hands.]

....

[Aaaaand here he is. Staring, because what the hell is video even.]

[Oooh, a different sight finally. Ryuutaro smiles wides and opens his fan]

That appears to be the case.

[And this look... looks terribly like Kenji had no clue how this happened. It'd match with his first words and the doujo-thing.. So maybe...]

May I ask what year it has been in your Japan?

[Kenji doesn't answer for a good amount of time, and when he does speak he doesn't answer the question at all. His questions are obviously much more important.]

But how...?

[What is Fukami even supposed to be?! Kenji can't help but stare even harder; he's never seen anyone quite like this before. Much less a male.]

What kind of trick is—

[There are definitely no wires. Could this really be possible? And then a quick realization.]

—Am I also visible to you?

[And that fan snaps shut again as Ryuutaro smiled on brightly]

Indeed, I can see see you just as clearly as you can see me.

[[ A bit behind Kenji is Kida, who had just came out of his room. He's fairly laid back as he was assuming that he hadn't kidnapped by the Dollars. Anyone with a functional brain wouldn't be stupid enough to leave the door of the room someone was being "held in" blatantly open for them to escape or give them a free blackberry . . . right?

He was just about to use the blackberry to ask the network where he was...but if he's going to ask someone where he is, might as well go for a girl(?)~!

Wait, why is she wearing a kimono in the 21st century? Was it already coming of age day? ...or was it cosplay? Probably cosplay, seeing the katana.

asdflg; Anyways, hmm, how could he start the conversation off on a good foot?

Kida notices the blackberry on the ground. Even if it wasn't actually the girl's phone, it was his perfect excuse to start up a conversation! ~~and possibly get "her" number while he's at it~~ Kida approaches Kenji and taps his shoulder, putting his best smile on his face.]]

Hey there beautiful~ I think you dropped this back there!

[Kenji is acting entirely on autopilot when he feels the tap on his shoulder. Instinctively, he crouches, lowering his center of gravity as his hand goes for the katana. He spins on his back heel, and though he's careful to mentally calculate the distance between them to avoid slashing anything, there isn't a damn thing wrong with scaring his potential assailant. In a flash, he draws the katana out with a smooth metallic sheen, and an angry scowl. It isn't until the katana is pointing in the other's face that the word "beautiful" properly registers.]

[It throws him off, more than he'll ever care to admit. But there's so much that's just wrong with this person that he can't help but gawk rudely. His clothes for instance. His hair color. Gaijin is the first thought to come to Kenji's mind, and his already mistrustful nature kicks in even louder than it was previously.]

Who do you think you're talking to?

[No, his voice doesn't make him any more of a convincing male.]

[[ Kida's first reaction is naturally, something along the lines of holy crap the katana is right in front of my face, BACKING UP A BIT NOW.]]

[[ Then thoughts rushed in to Kida's head. This person is clearly competent with the katana, at least compared to one of an average cosplayer nowadays. Was this girl part of the Saika army? Should he just run now while he ca--]]

[[ Kida is suddenly squinting a bit.

. . . W a i t.

Was this girl really a ... girl?]]

[[ He squints even more, then finally he says]]

Woah, woah, woah. Hold on a second. Uh... are you a... guy?

[[ AWKWARDAWKWARDAWKWARD]]

[The not so subtle expression pretty much gives away what he's thinking. What kind of question is that?! Kenji's eyes narrow even further; how is it even possible to become even more suspicious of a person? The blade remains exactly where it is, as Kenji tries not to betray his own nerves. As unobservant as this person is, he can't risk lowering his guard just yet.]

Who are you?!

[[ o k a y that face clearly says this guy is a guy. WOOPS. Despite the fact there was a chance this guy could be part of the slasher/ saika army, Kida decides to take a chance and see if this person would tell him anything about where he was. He takes a few more steps back and starts talking.]]

The name is Kida. Sorry for mistaking you for a chick for a second there, man. You look a lot like my ...uhm.. best friend who's a girl from the back. So mind putting your katana down and telling me where I am?

[The excuse sounds paper thin, and Kenji makes no attempt to keep that off his face either. But Kenji's point has been made, the mistake won't be repeated—better not be repeated—and so Kenji sheathes the katana. Not because Kida asked, no, but because this guy is harmless. Probably.]

Kenji. Himura Kenji, and where I'm from, it's common courtesy to extend a full name. [Haughty tone is haughty.] If I knew where this was, I wouldn't still be here. Someone else told me this is a different world. [An explanation that is becoming increasingly plausible looking at Kida's hair, and style of weird clothing.] Now that I've answered your question, I trust you'll be kind enough to answer mine.

What is that. [Gesturing at the Blackberry.]

[[When Kenji sheathes his blade, Kida no longer has a reason to conceal his full name, as it was evident that he probably wasn't part of the slasher army. Kenji may feel that a lot of tension has left Kida.]]

hahahaha ... Masaomi Kida.

[[ Kida's almost laughing a bit from "a different world" and how technologically ... illiterate one has to be to not be able to work a cellphone.]]

Dude, have you been living in a hole your whole life? That guy was obviously joking around with you! I mean, come on, "a different world"? Also, it's the 21st century. How do you not know what a cellphone is when you see one?

[Kida may have relaxed, but Kenji hasn't. His face is an open book, an completely unabashed testament to how little he is comprehending. Kenji hates feeling stupid, he resents it as much as he does his father, but this goes beyond feeling stupid, this is shocking.]

You mean this isn't the twenty sixth year of Meiji?

[It explains so much, and yet so little. He actually has to take a step back, and flicks his eyes around the house once more. The architecture doesn't look anything like what he's used to at home, but he'd assumed that perhaps he'd been brought to the west. Not... the future.

[If Kida's up on his history, Meiji 26 = 1893.]

[But here Kenji is acting like a gullible moron again. He remembers to scowl again.]

Don't kid around.

[False hope if anything. The "cellphone" doesn't look familiar to him at all, and would support the... 21st century theory as much as he doesn't feel okay with it. He'd barely accepted the new world theory...]

That isn't possible.

[Grudgingly, quietly and with a damning upward inflection on the end of the word to indicate his complete ignorance on the subject.] ....cellphone...?

[[ . . . o k a y. Kida is now just going to go with this is one of those real life roleplayers or something. ]]

This is the 21st century, man. If you're going to pretend that you're from the 26th year of Meiji, you should at least know that swords are banned during that time dude!

[[ but then again, he did seem to genuinely not know what a cellphone is or how one works ...]]

Here, a cellphone is a ... thing you use to talk with other people. [[ Insert detailed description filled with "dude"s and "man"s on how to use phone here. ]] You got that?

[ Chidori's first instinct was to walk pass the weirdo in a kimono and carrying that dangerous-looking Katana. Somehoe this doesn't really surprises her anymore after meeting all the people in the mansion.

And maybe she should have followed that instinct ... even though the guy was kind of cute. Pretty even.

She sighed and walked closer to Kenji and taps him on the shoulder. She gives a smile and friendly salute to show him that she came in peace. ]

Hey! Do you need help with that?!

[His reaction to physical contact in an unfamiliar location hasn't changed any. It's still the same freeze, glare, turn—but this time, the katana stays sheathed. It's a girl. It's not that she's any less dangerous, Kenji's grown up with Kaoru as a mother after all, but she's so... cheerful. He takes two quick steps back, and straightens up from his crouched position.]

You live here.

[It's an accusation rather than a question.]

Hey, don't look at Chidori like that. It is not like I had a choice.

[ She pouts and crosses her arms. Chidori doesn't get it why he was acting like it was all her fault. After all, she was just being nice. She wanted to go home as much as the next person. ]

And Chidori didn't always live here! She was brought here too. Like you did.

[He isn't about to soften the glare on her account, but the hostility is scaled back considerably.]

That's not possible. There weren't any little girls around the place I was staying.

[Could this be what Fukami meant by other worlds? The pieces are starting to click, but Kenji isn't sure just yet. He gives her a suspicious look. Time to test Fukami's merits.]

Unless you're also going to tell me something about a writer?

[ Chidori stares and blinks --- and then gives a sigh of relief. She almost thought that she was going to have to go through the you're not in your world story again. ]

Oh! So you know already?

[ Suddenly, she pokes him on the chest. A little girl? He thought she was a little girl --- when he looked like a girl himself? ]

Hey! Chidori is not a little girl. I'm a teenager!

[He doesn't know if he's happy to know that Fukami was telling the truth. He'd been hoping this had been some convoluted, aggressive nightmare. Hearing it confirmed as truth by a second person makes him feel ill. He flinches away from Chidori's poke, and covers his face with a palm. Too many thoughts, and too many loose ends....]

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