Dimitri blinked, squinted, and grunted in slight discomfort , it was bright for a moment, [i]very[/i] bright in fact, however his vision slowly started to fade back in. '[i]Pops must've messed around with the damned fusebox again...[/i]' he mused as he opened his eyes and turned to his left, prepared to shout, only to find that rather than coming face to face with the wide grin and leering gaze of the cheshire cat poster on his door, he was facing a desolate street, one that would usually only fit in a natural disaster/war/monster movie. "Uh....ok this is definitely weird." Dimitri mumbled as he started to reach into his pocket to find his phone, however he froze about half way in when he noticed something about his hands. "Gloves?" He asked aloud as he brought his hand up to his face to confirm that he was indeed wearing gloves, they were grey in coloration and extended up to his elbows. Dimitri then noticed the change in the feeling of his clothing, after all the last time he checked, t-shirts did NOT feel like leather nor did they lack sleeves, his jeans weren't nearly as baggy, and, unless he was crazy, a pair of worn converses didn't feel like fur lined moccasins. The boy slowly craned his head downward to look at himself, having hoped that his eyes would make sense of the madness, however his hopes found them selves dashed with gusto as he recognized all too well the dark clothing, and the short sword that hung from his right hip, as the garbs from his assassin character on Elder Scrolls. "No, it couldn't be. This has got to be a lucid dream." He said as he reached up and pinched his cheek, only to wince at the sharp pain. 

Dimitri's brain seemed to cease functioning for a moment, then as it fired up it came up with but a single word; "What.". It wasn't a question, the inflection that implied Dimitri was asking something was not there, it was as if his mind had done a full system reboot to keep itself from going insane with the new found knowledge of its situation, and that single word was the start up sound. Dimitri's jaw tensed as he ground his teeth together and his eye twitched ever so slightly, it was his equivalent to a full scale melt down by a normal person. Dimitri's mental break down was immediately interrupted by a small bar appearing in front of his face: [b]Accept/Decline Makoto[/b]. Dimitri, having regained his composure raised his hand and hesitantly tapped the 'accept' option as a small thanks to this Makoto fellow for helping him grasp his sanity once more, "I wonder...", Dimitri said. Once the screen disappeared Dimitri kept his hand up and extended it in a pushing motion, then smirked as the GUI appeared. It was time for him to learn just what was going on.