#feudalbound

“Well, here goes nothing.”  

He leaps in. Though it does go a fair distance down, his feet definitely touch water, and then the rest of him. Inuyasha’s heavy body threatens to sink but he manages to kick hard enough to tread water. What the...?

Why the hell was the inside so smooth? He couldn’t grip anything in here! His claws didn’t so much as scratch the surface! Just what sort of well was this?  

He doesn’t panic, but this definitely didn’t go as planned. Inuyasha spends the next two hours trying to gain purchase over something that would let him climb out. Each time he fails there’s a very distinct bellowing that comes from the bottom of the well, loud enough that it easily pours from the top. It’s a wonder he hasn’t exhausted himself, but he’s going to continue to try. 

       the demon stood at the highest peak upon a small hill, gazing down at the world that was wholly foreign to sesshomaru. it could not take him just mere moments to grasp the situation, not even his dominant sense of smell could sense anything out of the ordinary but his eyes spoke otherwise. he knew this place was no longer the feudal era. 

       “kagome.” he says her name, sensing her presence in mere seconds yet he doesn’t look. was this her world...? sesshomaru was entirely unamused by this potential fact, if it were true.

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[mysterious noises that sound suspiciously like the acnh crafting sfx]

you will be given your chonky boy buyo to eat your vegetables.

“Oh, so you’re used to dealin’ with this kind of stuff? That’s...neat?” Used to is probably a bit of a stretch, as is neat, but it’s hard for girl to entirely articulate her thoughts and feelings at times. Not that she thinks that they’re in a really dangerous situation or anything like that, but knowing that she at least has some kind of...experience is nice. Or something along those lines, anyhow. You’re used to lots of odd things too.

There were few things Inuyasha trusted more than his own senses. There were the five usual senses, and then there was his gut. They’d failed him before, sure, but those instances were few and far between. They’d saved his skin much more often than not.

He also trusted Kagome’s word. She wasn’t always right, but he found following it generally led them somewhere. Sometimes she was too damn trusting, but he wouldn’t even call her naive. Her hunches, much as he used to be loathe to admit it, were generally right or at least pointed them in the right direction. Even in a world that wasn’t her own, she’d made it by. That was more than he could say for a lot of humans and even demons born in his time.  

So when she says she’s fine, he takes her at her word. She probably is fine. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to see it for himself, though. It’s an excuse to touch her, to look at her, to remind himself what was there. Inuyasha was a man well known for being full to the brim of contradictions, and for some reason she’d always tolerated that. 

There’s a noticeable grimace when it comes to light. Inuyasha kneels to get eye level with it, tracing the scar gently without ever actually touching it. Back then, he couldn’t have cared less who this girl was or if she died so long as it got him what he wanted. Back then and even long after, he’d felt no guilt at all. This wasn’t even his fault--not really--but it still makes him brood looking at it.

“...I don’t think I could forget this one. I was surprised you didn’t die after she took this chunk outta you.” Old lady Kaede was a decent healer, he’d give her that. “It’s a miracle you didn’t die a hundred times over with how reckless you were all the god damned time.” it’s a weak and even tonally soft reproach, meant more so to fill the silence between them than to actually scold her. That was all in the past, anyway, and the same gutsy stubbornness that got her into so much trouble ended up being one of her most endearing traits. 

Kagome takes his hand and makes that face; the frustrating face which caused him to wanna melt and hide and explode all at the same time. But he doesn’t hide, because he’d pictured it in his mind so much at this point that it doesn’t have the same effect that it used to. He didn’t feel like a shadow running from the light anymore--at least, not completely. So Inuyasha squeezes her hand back, diverts his eyes, and sits. He drags her down with him, pressing her back to his chest and gathering her close with their hands still linked in her lap. “Nothin’ to write home about.” it’s not normally something he wanted to talk on, not something that felt necessary. But she wanted to know, she’d asked, and he can’t help but oblige her. 

– You’ve been exploring the city as much as you can, trying to uncover any information that may be useful, or a sign that your friends somehow made it here too. Occasionally you get caught up in running around. Every now and then you lose track of time and wander the streets at night, despite warnings and whispers that have advised against it.

It looks like you’re not the only one who got lost. 

“ . . . ! ” 

You bump into something and startle. Your facade as Joker goes up just about the same time the shadow magic you gained since coming here. Darkness envelopes both of you, about a twenty foot radius wide. You realize that if it’s a beast, it still might be able to see you- wait.

You squint. You think that’s a person? 

(closed starter for @feudalbound​ )

Well, even if talking to someone - unluckily - who ended up being just as new and confused as he was to the entire situation had given little to no answers: at very least, cautious wanderings had given some sense of understanding. He clearly wasn’t the only one from ‘another place’ brought here, this was no dream - though any ‘inhabitants’ that actually lived here did not provide answers as to ‘why’, only warnings to stay indoors at dark. He certainly had no intentions of rushing about at night if it was going to be dangerous: honestly, though, the whole thing had him unsettled and fearful still.

Thus he’d tried to find somewhere of a calmer place where he could relax - in his ponderings of the northern part of town, he’d come across a quaint little park with lots of beautiful flowers. He...knew the irony in that flowers soothed him, after everything, but the calming scent and wonderful sight really did help. In fact, with all his fearful movements before, it had him feeling a little drowsy - though a sharp tug at his hair when he laid down on the grass beneath a tree disturbed him.

Ouch! H-had....someone mistook it for a flower again? Well, with how many other flowers there were here, and the fact this hadn’t been the first time, he wouldn’t be surprised. “M-my hair is not one of the local flora here, I regret to say...”