The good end?

"Look, I don’t fuckin’ know, maybe we got kidnapped here or somethin’, but look, I’m pretty sure yer not dead, so it really doesn’t matter right now. Yer right, we’re here, and if you just don’t worry about it, then yer life will go a lot smoother. Whatever’s back home is probably fine. Damn." Quality advice from the homeless chick.

The look she shoots him over her shoulder is a halfway daggered glare, but it only lasts a second as she returns to face forward. Well, if he’s gonna ask so many damn questions, guess we got ourselves into this mess, so we’ve gotta answer ‘em. A heavy sigh tacked onto her words dragged into the syllables, causing the words to come out at first as lazy, uninterested drawl.

"It's just a school and maybe we just woke up in here and you think we shouldn't worry about how that happened, but! I have to, because, you see? I have things to do back home, I can't just vanish this way--" C-ta stops himself from continue talking, looking at the girl for a moment. She probably doesn't care. She's probably annoyed with him trying to figure out what is going on. So, maybe he should keep that to himself for now.

Sighing, C-ta stuffed his hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone to check for messages, but there was nothing. A brief attempt at sending a quick hi to A-ya by message was left unsent.

"Hm." It barely qualifies as a response. Well done, Saitou.

"Mhm, I have. This might be a strange place, but they are still classes, so it would be no good to skip, right?" Studying is important, C-ta recognizes that, and unless there is an A-ya related emergency, he'd rather not skip. "I've only just got here, though, so I have a lot to catch up with."

That, and also skipping would put him away from the 'average guy' spectrum to something more along the 'rebel' line, and that brought too much trouble, too many enemies, and C-ta just can't afford that.

"That's probably a good thing. I can't imagine any reason to use a sword in a school ambient that wouldn't be bad." Killings, wars. LARPers having fake sword fights around campus. Those are all either really bad or really strange. "At least it's good to have them in case it's necessary?"

"I’m fine," he replies in a stoic tone. Which isn’t entirely true. He’s still getting acclimated to ‘modern times’.

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The pocky casually twirls beneath her fingertips as she hardly listens to his rambling. Stayed up late? The hell did that have to do with anything? She didn’t sleep much herself last night, but she was capable of discerning fact from fiction.

"Well, what I’m sayin’ is, unless you’ve got a fuckin’ yacht come ta whisk ya off into the sunset, then yer outta luck. No search parties comin’ out here, no other boats passin’ by. Nothin’." At least, she hadn’t seen any other ships sail past the island. Pretty remote then, it had to be.

Woops, sudden Kyouko aggression. Gives him a little swat aside the head. Nothing too hard, just enough to make her point. “So wake the hell up.” Well, the kindness has reached its extent and can only go downwards from here.

His concerns about A-ya are briefly interrupted when the girl swats his head, making him wince a little before loking back at her. Wake the hell up... well, it's not like he's not trying to do just that, and he's not quite sure of how to do just that.

Kyouko's gesturing for him to follow her, though, so he stuffs his hands in his pockets and complies, rolling his shoulders lightly. Act casual. He can figure it out. He's C-ta, after all, he can find out how to get back to where A-ya is.

He shrugs off the unsettling feeling and turns to face the boy instead of standing at a dismissive angle - as if he were about to walk off after making his offhand quip.

"Saitou."

Delve a little deeper and you’ll learn he’s /the/ Saitou Hajime of the Shinsengumi. But that can’t be possible, can it? He should have died over a hundred years ago, assuming the majority of this land’s students are from the turn of the 21st century. Or even Earth. An Earth with a Japan, really.

Also, sadly for you, C-ta's area of expertise is A-ya and anything A-ya might like, not history - that, and he didn't exactly expect a historical figure to be wandering around the halls and sneaking up on him, so the idea that this Saitou might be the Saitou doesn't even cross his mind. Even though he carries a pair of swords at his waist.

Maybe he's a cosplayer.

Well, he was kinda right, though. He could be a dead man floating out in the middle of the ocean, getting pecked at by seagulls. Lord knows that’s always fun.

"Ya’d be surprised how many times I’ve heard that." Yeah, like once or twice max. Once from her own mouth. Don’t act elitist.

"Congrats, yer on an island in the middle of the fuckin’ ocean somewhere. No way off unless yer good at swimmin’ or somethin’. And unless you feel like roughin’ it in the woods-" Which, at a point, she had considered- "-then it looks like yer goin’ to school here, too." Woah. That’s kind of a lot to take in at once. Why don’tcha be nice. Reaches into her pocket and pulls out the box of pocky. Aims it in his general direction.

"... An island in the middle of the ocean... and... I'm going to school here." Repeating it feels necessary, as C-ta finds himself staring at the girl and erasing everything he had just thought about this looking too real to be just a dream. A school in the middle of the ocean? There's no way he's not having a really strange dream right now. "... Aah, I shouldn't have stayed up so late..."

There's a noise of something shaking and, looking at her, C-ta smiles out of instinct, giving her a nod as he reaches to take one of the biscuits from the package. Just take deep breaths, wait to wake up.

Saitou approached without making so much as a sound. He might have made a good ninja considering his speed and stealth, but it was a little too late for a career change now.

Suddenly, there's a voice behnid him, startling him and almost making him jump in surprise as he lowers the phone, his eyes wide for a moment before he composes himself. The person that approached him is... familiar, somehow, but strange at once. He's definitely not someone that he can remember.

Waking up on an island that made your dreams come true only to have them thoroughly dashed with a uniform and a schedule slapped in your face? School. School. Jesus Christ, it’d been a long time.

Looked like it wasn’t just her, though. Newbies wound up here every day, each one a bit more confused then the last one had been. Well, she couldn’t talk, since it wasn’t long ago that she was ditched here. In hindsight, she’d been a lot more worried about filling her stomach than where she actually was at the time.

Now that she was out of that stuffy-ass uniform and back into her street clothes, Kyouko went ahead and took a little detour on the way back to her dorm. Let’s take in the new scenery. Forget about those stupid classes and that stack of homework that she’s not actually gonna do.

Y’know, they really should clean up the beach, look at all that seaweed oh wait it’s moving oh wait that’s a guy.

What, did they just throw him overboard? Well, whatever, let’s give him a warm welcome to our happy fun-time island adventure!

"Haha, I guess so..." So, now, he not only was in a place he didn't know, but he also had to talk to a girl. C-ta feels so awkward when he's trying to hold a conversation with most woman that he just finds himself unsure what to say for the first few moments, brushing the sand off his cardigan before turning back to her. "It could always be worse, though."

Right, he needs to be casual. Even if this is a dream, keeping the casual behavior he always does isn't that difficult and, placing his hands in his pockets, he looks around.