I don't think we're in Tokyo anymore, Toto. ... wait. [completed]
Character(s): Seiichirou Aoki
Content: Another of the seven seals makes an entrance. We call it "Seals on a Paixao."
Setting: At and around Niflheim gate.
Time: Noon, week 2. Wednesday. (Do we not do days?)
Warnings: None!
... this was not Tokyo.
When Seiichirou Aoki removed his kekkai, he was more than a little surprised to find himself standing at the end of a long line to... something. Something he had never seen before in Japan, that was for certain. The people standing before him did not look Japanese, and certainly weren't speaking Japanese, but surprisingly he understood every word. Confused being an understatement at the moment, his first reaction was to remove his glasses and clean them off with the ends of his blazer. No, he was seeing things right: this wasn't Japan anymore. No Sunshine 60 building. No busy streets. Just a line... and a gate.
A gate? He had to crane his neck up a bit to see the whole thing. It certainly didn't look very welcoming... no, not welcoming at all. The gate looked like it was built to protect the city inside, to ward off intruders. But oddly enough, there was a line leading up to the gate, like this was some sort of amusement park.
But Aoki was far from amused.
Like it was second nature to him, Aoki stepped out of line for a second and scanned the backs of everyone's heads carefully, hoping something would seem even vaguely familiar to him. A hairstyle, their height... maybe even their voice. Something that linked them to the seals, or more importantly, to his family. Maybe he would catch a glimpse of Shimako's short black hair, or Yuka's little pigtails... no, nothing. Nothing at all.
Unless they were inside? Or maybe they weren't even here... wherever "here" was. This place looked like nothing he had seen on Earth before, and it bothered him. He didn't remember when he had started nervously tugging at his tie, but when he realized what he was doing, he stopped and tightened it properly.
Okay, there had to be a perfectly logical explanation for this. This place had to be somewhere... he just needed to figure out where, and after that he could figure out a way to get back. Letting out a slow, shaky breath, Aoki approached the line again and resolved to ask the man standing at the very front. He looked somewhat professional. Surely, he knew what he was doing.
"Name?"
... oh. Wait. What? Oh yes, name. What for? Well, a name was a name. Surely the man had some reason for asking his name, and he wasn't going to question it.
"A.. Aoki, Seiichirou," he responded, watching as he wrote it down in what he assumed was English. Before he had finished, he decided to cut in with: "I'm terribly sorry if I'm bothering you, but I just have to ask... from here, what would be the fastest way to Tokyo?"
The man was looking at him like he had just sprouted another head now.
"... to where?"
"Tokyo. Tokyo, Japan?" Aoki furrowed his brow and looked up at the gate again. It didn't seem anything like any of the stone structures in Japan... no, nothing at all. "Sir... where am I?"
"In Paixao, of course. Here," the man at the gate handed him a metallic blue box. He recognized it immediately as a journal. "You can go through now."
"P... Paixao, you said? Where is this... oh." Before he could get the rest of his question out, the man turned his attention to the next person in line. Paixao, huh... maybe somebody inside would know a little bit more. Aoki sighed softly, pocketed the tiny journal and went on through the gates, hoping he might see someone even remotely Japanese on the way in.
But he didn't. Instead he was overwhelmed with heavily western-influenced architecture and blonde-haired, blue-eyed people that he could only assume were... American? He wasn't in America, though; since when was Paixao one of the fifty states? No. No, it wasn't. Don't be silly, Aoki, ask around! He opened his mouth to speak, but nobody really seemed to notice he was there. And, if they did, they stared at him strangely and walked off. Goodness, couldn't they say something to him? Could they say anything at all?
After only ten minutes of trying, the businessman was already exhausted. He found himself a seat on the corner, sighing between gritted teeth as he finally got off of his feet. This place was a nightmare.
He had to find his family.
Content: Another of the seven seals makes an entrance. We call it "Seals on a Paixao."
Setting: At and around Niflheim gate.
Time: Noon, week 2. Wednesday. (Do we not do days?)
Warnings: None!
... this was not Tokyo.
When Seiichirou Aoki removed his kekkai, he was more than a little surprised to find himself standing at the end of a long line to... something. Something he had never seen before in Japan, that was for certain. The people standing before him did not look Japanese, and certainly weren't speaking Japanese, but surprisingly he understood every word. Confused being an understatement at the moment, his first reaction was to remove his glasses and clean them off with the ends of his blazer. No, he was seeing things right: this wasn't Japan anymore. No Sunshine 60 building. No busy streets. Just a line... and a gate.
A gate? He had to crane his neck up a bit to see the whole thing. It certainly didn't look very welcoming... no, not welcoming at all. The gate looked like it was built to protect the city inside, to ward off intruders. But oddly enough, there was a line leading up to the gate, like this was some sort of amusement park.
But Aoki was far from amused.
Like it was second nature to him, Aoki stepped out of line for a second and scanned the backs of everyone's heads carefully, hoping something would seem even vaguely familiar to him. A hairstyle, their height... maybe even their voice. Something that linked them to the seals, or more importantly, to his family. Maybe he would catch a glimpse of Shimako's short black hair, or Yuka's little pigtails... no, nothing. Nothing at all.
Unless they were inside? Or maybe they weren't even here... wherever "here" was. This place looked like nothing he had seen on Earth before, and it bothered him. He didn't remember when he had started nervously tugging at his tie, but when he realized what he was doing, he stopped and tightened it properly.
Okay, there had to be a perfectly logical explanation for this. This place had to be somewhere... he just needed to figure out where, and after that he could figure out a way to get back. Letting out a slow, shaky breath, Aoki approached the line again and resolved to ask the man standing at the very front. He looked somewhat professional. Surely, he knew what he was doing.
"Name?"
... oh. Wait. What? Oh yes, name. What for? Well, a name was a name. Surely the man had some reason for asking his name, and he wasn't going to question it.
"A.. Aoki, Seiichirou," he responded, watching as he wrote it down in what he assumed was English. Before he had finished, he decided to cut in with: "I'm terribly sorry if I'm bothering you, but I just have to ask... from here, what would be the fastest way to Tokyo?"
The man was looking at him like he had just sprouted another head now.
"... to where?"
"Tokyo. Tokyo, Japan?" Aoki furrowed his brow and looked up at the gate again. It didn't seem anything like any of the stone structures in Japan... no, nothing at all. "Sir... where am I?"
"In Paixao, of course. Here," the man at the gate handed him a metallic blue box. He recognized it immediately as a journal. "You can go through now."
"P... Paixao, you said? Where is this... oh." Before he could get the rest of his question out, the man turned his attention to the next person in line. Paixao, huh... maybe somebody inside would know a little bit more. Aoki sighed softly, pocketed the tiny journal and went on through the gates, hoping he might see someone even remotely Japanese on the way in.
But he didn't. Instead he was overwhelmed with heavily western-influenced architecture and blonde-haired, blue-eyed people that he could only assume were... American? He wasn't in America, though; since when was Paixao one of the fifty states? No. No, it wasn't. Don't be silly, Aoki, ask around! He opened his mouth to speak, but nobody really seemed to notice he was there. And, if they did, they stared at him strangely and walked off. Goodness, couldn't they say something to him? Could they say anything at all?
After only ten minutes of trying, the businessman was already exhausted. He found himself a seat on the corner, sighing between gritted teeth as he finally got off of his feet. This place was a nightmare.
He had to find his family.