I own nothing but my OC.
"Elf Language"
"Japanese speech"
'Thoughts'
—∞— Scene transition and/or time lapse
–∞– shift from one separate group's perspective to another within the same ongoing scene.
Flashbacks and changes in POVs will be labeled as needed (unless stated otherwise, it will be third person omniscient)
SOUND EFFECTS WILL BE IN ALL CAPS
Previously:
Tori's eyes widened. He had never heard of America….!? That latest piece of information, combined with his clothing and speech pattern, suggested something rather disturbing… Maybe this man really was from ancient Japan…! I mean, think about it—if she can suddenly get plucked out of modern America and get chucked into this freakin' place, then is it really that farfetched to think the same thing could have happened to someone from another time period…?
Tori visibly paled when yet another, even more disturbing thought occurred to her.
"Uh, that might be kind of hard to explain, so… putting that aside… This might sound like a strange question, but… You're still alive, right? Please tell me we aren't in the land of the dead…" She asked tentatively. It would truly, deeply suck if it turned out she really was dead, because she sincerely doubted this place was Heaven, you know?
To her surprise, Yoichi actually began to laugh, as though she had just said something incredibly amusing.
"Hahaha~! Don't worry, you're not in the Land of the Dead, not yet anyway!" Yoichi told her, grinning, as he finally lowered his bow. It seems she was the same as them after all. "Since it looks like we're in the same boat, I guess I should bring you to the castle to meet the others."
Chapter 2: The Devil Lord of the 6th Heaven
—SLAAASH!
"!" Tori, a bit startled that the first thing she saw upon reaching the ruined castle with Yoichi happened to be a heavily bandaged man trying to decapitate another, older man who was wearing an eye-patch… She glanced sideways at Yoichi. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to follow this guy, after all…
"That was dangerous." The man with the eye-patch said as he straightened up, having just barely managed to dodge in time to keep his head connected to his shoulders. "You really are an oaf."
"You are the oaf!! You say you are Nobunaga!? Lord Nobunaga has been dead for many years now!!" The injured man yelled furiously, sweating heavily. It was obvious that their fight was putting a great strain on his body.
"N—Nobunaga!?" Tori gasped, almost inaudibly. "As in Oda Nobunaga…!?" She whisper-yelled to Yoichi, trying very hard to keep her jaw from dropping. As if learning the teen next to her was that legendary archer hadn't been enough—They even had Nobunaga, the freaking 'Demon Lord of the 6th Heaven', here…!! Tori was caught between asking for the notorious history celeb's autograph and making a run for it…
"—Henceforth, this place must indeed be the netherworld!" The injured man continued stubbornly, snapping her back to the attention. "And you must be a demon trying to deceive me with your Nobunaga talk!"
THWNK!
"!" Nobunaga and the injured man said, surprised when an arrow flew right between their faces with enough force to embed itself in the wall behind them. Tori sweat-dropped. It would seem Yoichi had finally gotten fed up with their little spat…
"Stop it." Yoichi said sternly, glaring at the two other men. It was obvious that the latest addition to their little group was beginning to have second thoughts about joining them, and he couldn't have them scaring such an interesting person away, now could he?
Nobunaga took the hint and plopped himself down under a banner that had a hastily painted Oda clan crest it. The injured man stayed where he was, frozen with caution, as Yoichi stepped out of the darkness and into the light of the campfire they had built on the stone floor.
"Are you awake?" Yoichi asked the injured man as made his way towards the other men. "That's good news indeed." He said, smirking slighting. The injured man just stared at him, stunned, as cold sweat slid down the side of his face.
"I've found another one." Yoichi informed Nobunaga, nodding his head at Tori, before thrusting his hand out, practically shoving the chicken he was strangling in front of the demon lord's face. "Pluck the feathers off." He ordered bluntly.
"Hm. I see." Nobunaga said simply, sweat-dropping. It was generally best not to argue with Yoichi whenever he was in a dark mood like this… Though, he really wanted to question the newcomer now that he got a good look at her… Well, at least, he was pretty sure it was a 'her'... It was kind of hard to tell after Yoichi… 'She' might just end up being another pretty boy. She certainly did have some strange armor, even for a foreigner. Well, it didn't matter really, as long as the person could be used to his advantage…
Tori and the injured man both sweat-dropped as they watched the notorious man who had been the mastermind famous for unifying most of Japan through conquest and legendary battle tactics… pluck chicken feathers… He was doing it so seriously, too…
"Do you have your hands free?" Yoichi asked, turning to the bandaged man.
"Uh… yes." He replied a bit warily, sweat-dropping. He decided he probably didn't want to find out what would happen to him if he refused.
"Pluck the feathers off." Yoichi deadpanned as he handed him a strangled chicken to work on. Finally, Yoichi turned to face Tori again.
"… Pluck the feathers, right?" She asked, sighing, as she took the dead chicken. She was used to being able to buy her chicken pre-plucked at the grocery store, but at least she hadn't had to kill it...
The four of them sat there in a heavy, awkward silence as they each plucked their own chicken inside a ruined castle, located god-knows-where…
'What the fuck is this?' Tori and the injured man thought simultaneously, unaware of their shared confusion as two new arrivals in this world.