#withouttemptation

This was a disaster, once again Digimon entered their world and Hikari had to contact her friends as soon as possible. She had to warn everybody and ask them to meet her but there was so little time, she was following BlackWarGreymon who entered the normal world as well. People were panicking as the big digimon flew right above their heads towards the the bridge were another digimon was, a Mammothmon. It seemed like no one else was on that bridge but the huge ancient digimon with abandoned cars who was now accompanied by Blackwargreymon. 

Hikari grabbed onto her digivice and looked down to Tailmon. She was about to let her digivolve when she suddenly spotted someone stand very close to the two digimon, not even hiding behind the cars.  How reckless!

  ‘ no -- what do you mean there’s a ban on swords ? did something happen , officer ? ‘

  it was another day in what was supposed to be her fatherland . yet , it felt hostile , indifferent to who she was that yuna felt had to be concealed to a highest pitch . it wasn’t like the dry deserts of her native algeria , and she was aware of how much her accent made her stick out like  sore thumb . but , as one studying nursing at the university of tokyo , she wondered how much was enough . with mismatched eyes and mousy hair , she stood out enough as it was . enough to be stopped in the streets , demanded to know of her citizenship a foreign surname did little to dispel .

  ‘ thank you for telling me . it won’t happen again , sir . ‘

@withouttemptation

As hard as it was, Vash couldn’t handle sitting around anymore. He was ‘injured’ pretty badly. Wounds along his back and the right arm that, for a normal person, would take weeks to recover from. But Vash wasn’t human, Vash recovered quickly and decided he needed to have a walk around. He doesn’t recognize the place, in fact, he’s pretty certain this isn’t Gunsmoke anymore. There was an abundance of plants and- back on his planet, places like that existed but were few in number and extremely rare. That isn’t to say that he didn’t appreciate the things here though, and the people.

It had been such a long time since the girl had seen the people she had come to care about more than anything in the entire world, and she was planning to see them again. She’d hoped that, without a shadow of a doubt, life would give her exactly what she wanted. After all, it seemed that she was destined to go back. She had come to find that what power had been taken from her when she’d returned it to Datara so long ago... had come back to her. And, somehow, it seemed stronger and more powerful than when the impurity from the Sacred Jewel Shard had melted into her body. A week later, she’d found Akanemaru, the pole-spear that she had been given by the God of Habaki when her journey with her friends had officially started way back then. That was all the incentive she had needed to pack up a huge backpack full of snacks and modern amenities from the human world(she remembered the hassle it had been when she was travelling with Kagome back when she was 16) and went to the shrine where the Bone-Eater’s Well awaited her. When she saw it, her blood turned to ice and she froze. What if it didn’t do what she thought it would...? What if this plan was ridiculous? What if she wasn’t supposed to go back?

But her mind was set and made up and she was definitely ready for this.

So she jumped.

And something went terribly wrong.

She didn’t know exactly what it was, but when she emerged from the well, she knew that she wasn’t where she wanted to be. This wasn’t Kaede’s village, and this more than likely wasn’t the Feudal Era. Not only because people were giving the young blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl strange looks for her hair and eyes, but also for the pole-spear that she held close to her chest as a coping mechanism to keep her calm and centered in this moment of uncertainty. Of course, then she was approached by two men in what looked to be a police uniform. Was this the time period when modernization was just beginning? Because most of the other people around the area were still wearing hakamas and haoris and- well, it was just strange to see. So was this the Meiji Era, then? Because, if so, she was a century or two off the mark from the Feudal Era that she had been hoping to hit...

@withouttemptation stumbled into Tenebrae!

She does not recognize the stranger. His clothing is different than what most would find in Tenebrae, though their borders are open to any, so she does not question it. A refugee, perhaps, or a warrior seeking solace in her kingdom. Regardless of what brings him here, he does not appear to carry the air of Imperial egotism on his shoulders, and that in itself is a welcome sight, even if her guard remains high and her trident ready to call at a moment’s notice. It does not pay to lower one’s defenses in times such as these, and she will not see Tenebrae subjected to any further potential harm.

“That’s a reverse blade right?” 

Takeshi coould not help notice the man’s sword, seeing the way the blade had been on the opposite side of where it should have been. His interest in swords surfaced thanks to the kid and his dad, his own training and sword style was growing each, and every day thus whenever he saw someone with a sword Takeshi instantly wanted to know more about it and them.