Welcome to Gaia! ::

Momo woke up feeling refreshed but as the same time oddly drowsy. He stood up slowly and looked around in amazement. I think im not in kiri anymore toto. Momo joked to himself as he looked up and saw a big fancy drum on a stage. he steped up to the drum and once he picked up the mallet he heard a voice say "Strike the drum once, and only once or incur my wrath!" Momo was scared but he wasn't going to let that stop his youthful curiosity as he struck the drum with all he had. the drum made a big booming sound that echoed across the forest. "strength is what you may possess but finesse will bring you great success. For future prosperity I give you the gift of DEXTERITY!" the voice said as Momo began to feel less clumsy. Shaking off his weird feelings momo got down from the stage almost tripping over his hakama. he began to look around the festaval until a stand caught his eye. "SHAVED ICE! WHEEEEE!!!" Momo screamed as he rushed over to the stand and ordered a large cherry shaved ice. "If they want me to leave they gotta take me kicking and screaming." Momo said as he wandered around enjoying his time at the festival, and his shaved ice to the fullest.

[Momoshio kageki. kirigakure academy student. rolling for dex.]

For Y. Inori - 1d4 Weapon (Twinsword)

"...this...?"

His own voice sounded eerily strange in this equally bizarre setting. There was an ethereal air about it, as if it resounded from all directions, but he didn't remember falling asleep in a concert hall of sorts unless the Fubuki Compound had quite impressive acoustics. He was fairly certain he never gave them permission to move his being as well. That was when Inori blinked, looking confused as the events of the previous night slowly came back to him. He remembers a bit better now, he had been in the Fubuki Compound, practicing the evening away with Nero... Here was when he looked aside, but noticing the other not with him, more quietly this time to himself wondered aloud.

"...a dream..."

That was when he begun wandering around. As he observed the streets of the festival, looking every now and then at passing people whose faces he couldn't quite catch, the more he grew certain that this was no reality. His limbs felt light, almost too light, as all the weight of the physical world has been lifted and this was some sort of spiritual symposium. Here and there, Inori stopped, if only to analyze with wonder at the architectural designs of the various tents and such. The design itself, he couldn't quite name... Here it looked like it would be something imported from the Fire Country, yet there was quite a native Kiri air about the carvings in the wood too... Seems like something that the gypsy clans might produce. The fabrics, rich and wonderful, could've come from as exotically distant a place as the Rice Country.

He reached out to touch it, but a pale wind stirred the fabric of the tent away from his grasp.

"Hm..."

Not to be touched, huh? Well, that was all right too. He turned on his heel for the streets again, and kept on wandering. Something was drawing him to the center of this place...wherever it led... As he gradually approached the center of the festival, he saw the silhouette of a great drum, decorated richly in color and with strange designs he couldn't quite place his finger on in his memory, even though his father was a merchant by trade and had come across many exotically painted creations.

When he stepped close enough to the area where the drum was held, Inori startled as if almost with a falling droplet of water, creating the slightest ripple in still water, the scenery behind him vanished. Did he pass through a barrier of sorts? More alarmed now, his brows furrowed as he turned on his heel...but too late, the background no longer was that of the festival but of still darkness. Nothingness except for...the drum.

"Oh, relax..." Came a smooth tone. "There's nothing to be wary about here."

He turned quickly at the sound of the voice. An expression of shock, and then absolute alarm flitted across Inori's soft features. Whereas before the faces of the passing people were blurred...this person...this person before him's features was as clear as if a beam of moonlight shone on that one in the darkness. This person was of average height, stockily built, and the sharp outline of muscle on those arms were visible by the high-colored dark blue vest the other wore. The person had golden hair, hair as pale as his own, messy also, and lightly emerald eyes. There was a certain smirk playing on those lips, revealing quite a bit of teeth - they were sharp, Inori noticed, as if unnaturally sharpened into all canines - and the figure donned the hia'ate of Kiri on the black holster strapped into an X over his chest.

Holster?

Swordsman, this one was...?

A bored look passed across the other's face. The strange young man went to the back of the drum, and pulling out a drum stick, threw it Inori's way. And Inori, in order to prevent the projectile from striking his face, caught it an arm's length away. The stranger spoke again.

"...eh... Too much a pain to explain. Just strike the drum and go."

Warily, Inori approached, expecting another projectile to come his way. But the other simply stepped back, and so, more confidently, Inori stood now before the drum.

This is stupid... He thought. Stupid dream.

The drumstick was ridiculously heavy, so much so that he had to utilize both of his hands. With a heave, he managed to lift it higher, and struck the drum. A deafening sound rippled through the whole of the surroundings, tearing at the darkness as if a pebble had been dropped to the smooth surface of a pond, and as the golden-haired stranger faded away from sight, Inori thought he heard the other say...

"Well look at that, Nero. I thought he wouldn't even be able to lift it~"