October 4th, 2005 @2:06pm]
Eiji couldn’t believe how bad his luck had been so far tonight. Not only had the candy pickings been slim, even with the promise of most of Oishi’s stash, because his double’s partner had some strange aversion to large quantities of chocolate (who ever got sick on chocolate?), but they’d ended up getting lost in the city park, which Eiji was sure he knew like the handle of his racket. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d gotten separated from Oishi somehow.
He hadn’t noticed immediately when the fog began swirling around his feet, but he did finally glance down once the gray mass had reached his knees, the cold air prickling through the cheap fabric to lay goosebumps against his skin. Eiji turned about once, head down, watching the plastic scabbard at his waist cut a black swirl through the fog. The fog was getting higher, thicker, darker, and when Eiji looked up he was surprised to see it sweeping in from all directions. The trees of the park were no longer visible, the stars overhead becoming obscure, even to his perceptive eyes. Eiji swallowed and looked about for his partner that had gone missing, sure that Oishi could not be far when they’d been side by side only a minute before.
“Oishi? Oishi! Nya where’d you go, Oishiiii!”
There was no answer, only a pervasive silence that seemed to swallow every word he shouted. The fog was incredibly thick now, a wall of gray that chilled Eiji’s throat with every indrawn breath, making his stomach tingle in the strangest way. He took a step forward, then stopped, not even sure which way to turn at this point. He was starting to feel light headed, and the plastic clip-on earrings in his ears seemed a lot heavier now than when he’d put them on. His whole body felt heavier in fact, and Eiji could distinctly smell salt now... salt and the ocean.
That was when the fog suddenly began to swirl and clear, retreating nearly as quickly as it had come, and Eiji gaped at the sight before him. Where the trees and the orange lamps of the park had once existed, a looming castle protruded from the land, swathed in moonlight and crowned by high turrets that blocked out the stars. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, sure he was seeing things, then gasped aloud at the rough skin his fingers encountered. His fingertips gently felt around his face, from his jaw to the top of his cheekbones, tracing the uneven lines of scars that had, up until a few minutes ago, been nothing more than stage makeup carefully applied by one of his sisters. They crossed over his brow and down the side of his left temple, and another that felt like the remnants of a long, deep wound sat in the exact same place where his habitual bandage had once been, discarded for tonight in favor of keeping in character. Eiji's hands were beginning to shake, and he dropped them hastily, taking a half-step back in surprise.
The motion brought his attention back to the added weight he’d felt before, and he realized that his feet felt exceptionally heavy, as if he really were wearing knee-high leather boots. The scabbard at his side was heavier too, and it thumped heavily against his thigh as he moved, tugging on the thick leather belt around his waist. Eiji’s surprise over the scarred skin on his face was replaced by astonished wonder as he reached down and drew from the scabbard an amazing length of gleaming, folded steel that shone in the moonlight, the weight feeling almost as natural in his hand as it did when he held a tennis racket.
Everything was starting to make sense, albeit in a strange, unbelievable, twisted way that made Eiji simultaneously cold with dread and hot with wonder and awe. He was a pirate. Not just dressing up as one, but a real pirate. He was sure of it. Every fiber in his body knew this was the truth, his hands had felt it, his eyes had seen it, and while his brain was still slowly accepting it, he just knew that somehow, he’d changed.
Eiji replaced the sword in its scabbard carefully, methodically, as if he’d done it a thousand times already and not just for the second time that night. The sound of the steel rubbing against hardened leather was familiar, comforting, and Eiji let out a deep exhale as the blade slid home. Things had changed, he had changed, but he was still alive, which meant that there was a real possibility that there might be others who were alive too, also brought to this place just like he had been. His first priority should be to find them, find Oishi if he was here too, and then... Then they could head for that castle, and face what adventure lie in wait beyond.
[OOC: Just an arrival post, the real rping will come later ^_^]