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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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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.

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[Video] ...and here i thought kenji was going to be less tl;dr >_o

[Video] Pffft, every character can tl;dr XD

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