#bimeval

He probably shouldn't be here. He definitely shouldn't be here without having told Itadori he planned on making the trip to find Sukuna, but - better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?

The problem was not being entirely sure how familiar he should act. Clutched in one hand are the finest spirits he could find in this place, while the other holds his phone to keep from being lost in a part of Spirale he hadn't been to yet. It shouldn't be too hard to find the massive house Sukuna called home, though.

Unexpected guests are one thing you just had to deal with in this place. At least that thought crosses his mind when he's standing in the foyer and considering what he even wants out of the encounter. Not that he has time to think about that with the warmth of the building leeching the winter cold out of his skin.

Even without his most intense of senses, Sukuna's approach makes his hair stand on end, Infinity cloaking him in an inch thick barrier as he crooks a smile.

"Well, look at you."

Since she wasn't answering her text messages, either, nor could she find her at the NokNok Cafe, Queen had started to assume the worst, and quickly made her way over to her house.

* Yoo Hoo * Hansol * You Home?

She calls out for her as she walks the perimeter of the house, and sticks her scanners through whatever windows she can find in an effort to locate her friend.

(She doesn't seem to be aware of anyone else around the house, nor what they make of the strange blue woman calling out for the homeowner...)

"....All these fur..."

With winter having passed and gone, it looks like all of Hansol's winter coat is shedding right off onto the floor. She has a pile of white fur in one corner.

"huff, huff...."

How does she ever survive this?

His perception of Ryomen-Sukuna was it he said: convoluted and misguided. He winced and turned away from the temple's embrace. He didn't deserve its salvation. As he pivoted his eyes caught glance to a shimmering gleam. He was instantly absorbed and met gaze with the young man that was devoured by his friend.

"Wah! Huh--you're bac--" before he could finish, the apparition began to speak with no sound. His mouth moved slowly, intentionally, passing along a message that could not be deciphered. Then, he was gone. Zhang San lingered on the mysterious moment, longer than he should, and then released the sign to the ground.

He followed his intuition and sought where the young man would be within this world. Only one location floated in his memory: the lake where he and Sukuna shared their bleeding colors. He trekked through the city with blinders on, ignoring all parts of the outside world until he reached the lake.

As he reasoned, the young man stood upon the lake's surface with no rippled forming underfoot. Quickened, hushed whispers surrounded him in consistent prayer. Their language was instinctually familiar and entirely alien to him at the same time. The weight of worship dropped upon his shoulders, forcing his shoulders to roll forward and his back to hunch. He couldn't resist the millennium worth of veneration and he fell to his knees, choking back on the cursed energy that congealed the air. This one was not like before.

Even with his powers deadened in this new place, his soul wrapped once more in a chrysalis begging for new growth, he had his senses sharp as could be. Curses lingered here like they did anywhere else, in dark alleys and abandoned places. He's found that the bottom of the Fibonacci Ward attracts them like flies to a fresh corpse - he's taken great delight in building a little swarm of them to his beck and call.

It takes some research and pressing information out of the locals to get information about another infamous place: a lake that's nearly impossible to find if you're actually looking for it, out in the forests that surrounded the Cotes Ward.

He probably wouldn't be able to find it if he didn't follow the footsteps of a rat-shaped curse that scuttles through the underbrush ahead of him. He's not sure what he's expecting to find here - but the curses mean it must be like it was back home.

He was definitely not expecting to see a figure so familiar wreathed in the mists. It makes a laugh burble out of Mahito before he can help it, something between annoyance and utter delight.

The colossal, muddy footprints stunk with blood. Uraume's terrified eyes traced the tracks, realizing its trajectory led to their kitchen. They gave sudden chase, quickly losing their breath as they sprinted to the source.

A monstrous creature covered in blood and dirt neared the kitchen's stone threshold.

"STOP!!"

No words, just a little girl sighing. Whether it's out of frustration or annoyance is unknown. She didn't MEAN to pick a destination actually. It all happened by accident when she nearly dropped her phone and she wanted to prevent it from happening.

The Sapling rubs its small body against Dam-bi's leg. The child scoops it up into her arms and looks around. Frustration and annoyance, whatever overwhelming feeling she has does simmer down when she looks into the crystal clear waters.

...

"Let's go." Though, at the corner of her eyes, she spots a smoke not too far from where she is.

"Lala, dusty dust, go away you can't play~" My Melody hummed and sang made up songs to herself as she cleaned around the hanok. She took her little dust wand and touched on those hard to reach places.

However, when she arrived in the backyard, there was someone in her way when she tried cleaning the gazebo. He looked asleep, but also in her way! "Umm...hewwo...?" She did recognize him, but she didn't know from where. Maybe this was one of miss Hansol's friends?