A step out of time ((Open RP, Courtyard))

[ukon_sakon]

((OOC: As the mun has lots of other RP drama going on and wanted something light and silly, we'll call this something like an open RP, something like a chocolate plot, something out of time...RP time, that is. So, basically, this mun wanted a time out from the drama of her other threads and you are welcome to the same time out. If you want to

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[endlessgoth]

Death had been on her way back from checking in on her realm when the spell bubbled up and outward, inadvertently catching her in it's wake. She landed in the courtyard, hard.

"Ow!"

Wait a minute. Ow? She was Death, she didn't get hurt.

Unless..

She looked down at herself, her eyes going distant for a moment. Yep. She was mortal again. But she wasn't due for that for at least another 81 years.

"Crap."

[ukon_sakon]

"Ah, Sakon, what did you do?" Ukon cried out, twisting to look over Sakon's shoulder at the girl.

"Me?" Sakon stammered, picking the book up and holding it to his chest as he turned too. "I'm...I'm sorry," he said, his cheeks coloring.

"You," Ukon asserted. "He messed up the spell," he said, turning back to the girl. "Do you need help? Are you badly hurt?"

[endlessgoth]

Death sat up, elbows on her knees. She took a quick mental sort of inventory before smiling up at the pair. "That was one serious spell." She couldn't be too mad at them. The magic wasn't permanent, and being mortal wasn't that bad, really.

"Nah, I'll be okay. I think I just landed kinda funny."

She got to her feet and dusted herself off. It was going to take awhile to get used to walking everywhere, but she'd deal. "What about you guys? Did the spell whammy you too?"

[ukon_sakon]

Sakon's blush remained. "I...cast it," he said. "Only, it wasn't quite supposed to work like this."

Ukon crossed his arms over his chest. "It was just supposed to be cast on him, to make him go faster."

"I'm not sure how I messed it up, though," Sakon added, pulling the book away from his chest and looking at it.

Ukon laughed and then bowed a little. "I'm Ukon, a masterpiece of Edo puppetry, by the way. This is Sakon."

[serrulata]

Kurama wandered around, dumbfounded. Just a few minutes ago he'd been walking to school, the first 'normal' day of his life after the fiasco with Sensui, and now...?

Where the hell was he? The architecture was completely unfamiliar, and while nothing seemed overtly violent despite the odd demon energy registering and the inexplicable familiarity of his own scent all over the place, he was seriously ill at ease.

What had happened?

He stumbled into a courtyard, where someone seemed to be putting on a puppet show for an invisible audience. "Excuse me?" He asked, polite but wary, "but where am I?"

[ukon_sakon]

"The courtyard just off the Great Hall," Ukon answered, barely looking up. "This one messed up a spell and is trying to figure out how to fix it."

Sakon looked over, his cheeks coloring. "I am sorry for inconveniencing you," he said, bowing as he sat.

Ukon crossed his arms over his chest. "Inconveniencing, he says! Now he's stuck in here with us and look at that uniform!"

[serrulata]

Kurama opened his mouth to admonish the puppet, realized what he was doing, and closed it again, taking a breath. He looked to the puppetmaster instead, his voice quite a bit colder than it had been. "It's a school uniform; I don't wear it by choice." He took another moment to calm himself - Gods he'd been irritable lately, probably because of the breeze he could almost always smell wafting from Makai - and took a closer look around.

"The plants," he murmured, noticing at once that they weren't even remotely indigenous to Japan, "are we somewhere in Europe? How did I come to be here?" And hadn't the puppet... puppeteer said something about a spell?

Had they - had he - somehow managed to summon Kurama? Gods, things really had gotten more complicated, hadn't they.

[ukon_sakon]

"Well, I didn't know they had a uniform here," Ukon said, his hands going to his hips.

"Ukon," Sakon said softly.

The puppet glared over his shoulder at Sakon and settled into a huffy silence.

"Scotland, I'm told," Sakon said. He frowned slightly. "Didn't someone tell you that in your Sorting?"