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[sub]The Golden Quarter[/sub][/center]

He blinked, and there he was, blue eyes squinting against the morning sun, a blue sky stretching overhead as he took in the world around him. So taking that ‘Lord Talus’s’ hand wasn’t actually necessary, huh?

A warm world. A loud world. A fresh world. He breathed, felt the snowmelt trickle down his face, and instantly slipped off his backpack. Removing his coat, Yuuki fanned it out a few times, sweat already beading down his back, before he shifted to peeling off his woolen sweater as well, tossing them both in the outer pouches of the pack. Way too hot still. His pants were actually stifling, slow-roasting his legs in the sunlight, while his scarf may as well be a noose, choking all the water out of him. Nasty. Brutal. Dressing for winter when it was…not-winter was a terrible idea, doubly so when almost all the people around him were looking at him as if he had an extra head.

A horse neighed behind him, its rider veering around Yuuki with an expression that mixed curiosity and annoyance.

Ah, they were dropped in the middle of the road. The small youth smiled apologetically at all those around him, before shimmying off to the side, getting out of traffic. Didn’t seem like that made others stop looking at him funny though. After all, there were still people looking at them oddly, closing up shop despite how early in the day it was, or just plain running away.

Great. Awesome. Nice start.

Yuuki wiped the sweat off his forehead with a sigh, fanning his face while he looked around. It looked like one of the other boys, a babyfaced brunette, seemed to be taking charge, which was good. His eyes were bright enough. He looked to be pretty reasonable and smart, with a level head. Meant that Yuuki could stand to be unreasonable himself. Awesome.

He pressed a hand against his face. Leaned against a wall. Narrowed his eyes. Furrowed his brow. Took deep breaths. A medieval world. A fantasy world. Giant lizards, animal-faced humans, and men casually bearing swords. Rustic, antiquated wares and words he could not read, even if he could understand the language perfectly. It was a mess. A hell of a mess. A mess he didn’t ask for, a mess he didn’t want, a mess he didn’t have time to deal with right now.

Time.

How did it flow from one world to another? Was it equal? Was Earth-time stopped? Faster? Slower? The ticket in his pocket crumpled, and he removed his mittens as well, shoving them in his bag.

He hated this.

…

Another breath.

He removed his hand.

Hitched up his heavy backpack, laden now with clothes that were unnecessary in this bright, blue world.

And, without a pause in his step, walked up to the first person that fit the description of ‘guard’ that one would find in any reasonably normal fantasy normal. [b]“Hi there, sir,”[/b] Yuuki said with a wave and a smile, [b]“I sorta just popped here and I have no idea how I got here and I also have no idea what this place is. Spirited away, maybe? No idea, really. So could you help me out? Like, what is this place? As you can tell, I'm a [i]little[/i] bit out of my element here.”[/b]

Yuuki gestured to his winter clothing, the snow that still clung onto his boots, before chuckling at that.

He felt like puking his dinner up and punching a stranger in the gut.

But that'd have to wait.
[@BrokenPromise]