◎ Bout 1: Impromptu walkabout [action]

[thunderfists]

[arrival]

[...The TV world was very strange.

Akihiko found himself waking up on the forest floor, stripped of his normal clothes and garbed in ... white pants. Fortunately, his pants, red cape, and boots were nearby, and he found himself a bush to discreetly change in -- just in case Mitsuru or Aigis showed up somewhere close. Calling out for them was out of the question; they were on a mission after all, and he didn't want to cause a ruckus if he didn't have to.

There was a book beside him when he woke up, and he blearily looked it over before snapping it shut and concentrating on the odd feeling of pain and strange sounds around him. No time to read.

The fully-functional wings were a surprise. The talking animals were even more of a surprise. But they were easy enough to dismiss as parts of the TV world, and he pushed them to the back of his mind as he started to explore. Forest, forest, forest... Were those mountains in the distance?

It was like globetrotting all over again. Before heading out, he ripped up the white pants he had woken up in, using the shredded parts to bind the book to his side; unfortunately, his pockets weren't big enough for a book. He also wrapped up his knuckles, since his gloves were missing.

And off he went in search of Mitsuru, Aigis, and Labrys. Never mind that he had no idea what the latter looked like.]

[/arrival]


[For the entire week of September 9 through 15, a young man in odd clothes can be found traveling out in the forests and as far as the foothills due east of the village. He gets his water from the rivers and carries whatever food he comes across (such as apples and mikans) in a shredded white sack that once was a pair of pants. When he's not traveling, he does some shadowboxing in the occasional clearing while it's light out.

Nothing serious, though; he wasn't getting enough protein to repair his muscles if he did any serious training.

The most rigorous of his training he'll allow of himself happens late at night in the forest behind house 21. While he tries to avoid the TV world village and its inhabitants, he can't resist the temptation of an outdoor training space complete with training dummies. He uses his Persona to charge his punches with electricity, leaving marks on the some of the dummies before he heads off again.

He may even be caught napping in a tree once in awhile. Or listening to talking bears from a distance.]

Comments

[thunderfists]

[This is just torturous after the lack of protein the entire week. His body hadn't been sufficiently repairing itself after his training sessions, and now the sudden stop to the fight was turning all of that energy into lactic acid.

...And now there was that dizziness from all of the blood rushing from his head to his legs. Great.

He sighs when there is no follow-up attack from 'Minato,' trying to focus on what was said between Koromaru's happy licks.]

What?

[emp3thy]

Will you listen to me now?

[the way you just didn't?]

[thunderfists]

[Did he really have a choice at this point?]

All right. Let's hear it.

[Koromaru continues to sit on his chest, the continuous licking slowing down.]

[emp3thy]

[Good dog. Keep him there.

Important things first.]

Do you know where you are?

[thunderfists]

[What, are they going to do twenty questions now?]

Of course I do. This is a different world.

[emp3thy]

[You know that much, and you're still trying to punch him?]

Yeah. And this village is called Luceti.

[thunderfists]

[Was this supposed to mean something to him?]

What's your point?

[emp3thy]

People are brought here from different worlds and different times. Not just Earth. And not just the living, either.

[thunderfists]

[For awhile, Akihiko is quiet. He could have guessed that. A lot of things showed up on the television, after all.

He was just so thrown by the sight of Koromaru and Minato that he didn't consider the possibility that they might have been on the TV some point. Koromaru, sure -- it was possible that there was some news coverage about his dedicated protection of the shrine. But Minato?

...Maybe he was caught on video in the crowd during a local news report or something.]

Makes sense, I guess.

[emp3thy]

...So, I'm the real Minato. And I'd rather not have to fight you again. [He'd definitely get punched.]

[thunderfists]

[Real fake television Minato. All right, he could live with that. It seemed like he had to be really open-minded when it came to things in the TV world. He distantly thought that it was funny how the TV world seemed to lack TVs.]

So then this is... [He trails off, reaching up to pat Koromaru with a bandaged hand.] Come on, boy, let me up.

[emp3thy]

[Koromaru relents, but he stays sitting next to Akihiko for a moment, and then goes to pick up the discarded evoker in his mouth. The message is clear... no fighting.

Minato offers his senpai a hand.]

Still hungry?

[thunderfists]

[Akihiko starts pushing himself up as soon as Koromaru is off of him, but pauses when Minato offers him a hand. He frowns at it. Should he treat this as a concession or something?

...Well, this Minato was ready to stop fighting anyway. It was a draw, at worst.

He accepts the hand and climbs to his feet, reminding himself this wasn't the real world.]

Still offering?

[emp3thy]

If you'll talk to me while I cook.

[Maybe starting with explaining that scar. Or why there's no shirt to cover it.]

[thunderfists]

[Nothing sensitive, he told himself.]

Sure. I can do that.

[emp3thy]

[Wow, how rude is that? He's making you beef bowl. He's had 3 years to improve the taste of his recipe.

He opens the back door. It enters into the pantry, so they have to walk past the laundry machines and storage shelves before getting into the kitchen.]

[thunderfists]

[After checking over his cloak and dusting some grass off of his pants, Akihiko follows after. He glances at the various utilities, keeping his voice low as he speaks.]

Pretty big for two people. [Well. One person and a dog.]

[emp3thy]

Three people and one dog. ...And the birds.

[He glances at the nest perched on the top corner of one of the shelving units, but fortunately the sparrows don't seem to be awake right now.

Once they're in the kitchen, Koro drops the Evoker into his dog basket and then sits on top of it. Minato's going to have to rescue it later...]

[thunderfists]

[A short laugh escapes when he notices what Koromaru did with the Evoker. Well, that was one thing he didn't have to worry about.]

Anyone else from Japan? [He was about to ask if they were people he would know, but he didn't watch that much TV in comparison to others ... despite having a big TV in his room.]

[emp3thy]

Both of them are. Just not our time frame. [Minato just glances at Koromaru, and then heads to the refrigerator and cupboard to begin taking out the ingredients. He also puts some water on to boil for tea(decaffeinated, it's too late at night right now.) Unfortunately he has no protein powder.]

Keiichi Maebara's from 1983. Ange Ushiromiya's from 1998.

[thunderfists]

[Neither of the names rang any bells, so he simply nods at Minato's answer. He remains standing, already fighting off the dizziness that had hit him earlier.

Despite trying not to be too hopeful (or too desperate), he cranes his neck to see if there is anything resembling a protein drink in the refrigerator.

He considers asking about Labrys, but refrains; it'd probably pique Minato's curiosity and get him dragged into something. TV people were still bystanders.]

You should probably make something for yourself. [To make up for that junk food...]

[emp3thy]

[You're not even going to bring your leader on your adventure?

The fridge does have some milk, sports drinks and possibly old bottled water, but no protein shakes. Sorry.]

I'll make some extra. [Just a little, he's not so into protein at 2am like you are.]

...How long have you been here? [he's been wondering, since the burn marks started this week...]

[thunderfists]

[Leader is, unfortunately for him, not a Shadow Operative. After your time, Arisato. After your time.]

If reading time is the same as outside of this place, almost a week.

[...] Can I get one of your sports drinks? I need to replace electrolytes.

[emp3thy]

Perceptually, yes. [hey, without him there wouldn't be any 'Shadow Operatives.' Because you'd be dead. Think about that. :|

besides Fuuka gets to help you!

...He tosses a red-colored drink to Akihiko.]

[thunderfists]

[He catches the drink deftly, giving it a look over. He doesn't recognize the label, and there's no distinct smell when he opens the bottle...

A fourth of the bottle is gone in one gulp.]

Thanks.