#bimeval 01

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...)

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.

Uraume did not hesitate to capture the chick into their palm. They held it, giving it a frustrated and weak glower before they settled it into the grass. "Be still, Tori," they scolded before they leaned into bucket to finish scrubbing the mud from Sukuna's robe.

Little did they know that the little bird flittered off in a fright for warmth and comfort. Her little legs took her towards the hanok and she used her tiny but immense strength to leap into the hallway, then zoomed towards the localized warmth their survival instincts led them. She charged into a room and ran into a white bundle of heat, curled up and found peace.

Sure, the smell of different cuisine wafted through the air and guided her to this place known as the Star Trail. 3rd day and she hadn’t really eaten much of anything. Had she even stopped by her residence? 

No.

The answer is no. 

“...” Mm, the smell is really enticing, but she only watches the many stalls. She would’ve continued watching if it weren’t for the Sapling reacting in such a strange way. It tugs at Dam-bi to move forward, not minding that the little creature tugs her along. Not too further down one of the stalls, there’s an older boy simply enjoying the immense collection of food he has on his side of the table. 

The Sapling tugs her further and Dam-bi takes a step forward, but not close enough to be in the man’s space. 

SO many books and ALL of these are free to read! No one is around to stop Sun. Once again, not even Bentley. 

The Monkey King steps in, eyes wide with wonder. They search the great shelves with thousands and thousands of books just slotted nearly into them. Sun isn’t sure where to even start, but he approaches one of the shelves. He’s too short, but that will NOT stop him from climbing up with ease and grabbing a book from the tallest shelf. Is...is he going to sit on top of the shelf? For now, yes. 

Sun opens the book and he’s realized something terribly, terribly....awful. 

If this was the afterlife, then Kashimo's predicament would make perfect sense. He had been slayed in battle, accepting his defeat at the hands of the one opponent who was worthy enough to cull him.

Ryomen Sukuna: the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer to have ever walked the earth-- their clash on the battlefield was already born from fantastical circumstances; perhaps it is fitting that their reunion is just as unusual.

The land in which his ancestors walked was meant to be a resting place for the souls of the deceased.

Wherever he was now was hardly the image he had in his mind of his final resting place-- nor did he ever suspect to see his opponent sharing the same fate.

He scrunches his brows together in confusion, considering a cautionary approach.

An array of senses of smell urges Sebastian to follow, and shortly, he's come to an unfamiliar area. Sure, he's been through the forest, but this side of the forest is new to him. Cotes Ward sure is large, isn't it?

He's come to a stop by the small river, greeted by the sight of some skull by the small lake. The smell has gotten stronger, but he isn't quite sure where it's coming from. He turns to see a strange architecture poking from behind many trees, but then he turns to look over his shoulder,