[center][b]Takeyoshi Sakujima: 変な祭りの中で[/b][/center]

"...Oh god, my head..."
The young tengu, wearily lying on the futon, sat himself up and rubbed his head. This sort of headache was meant for after a heavy night of drinking, not... Well, this. The din outside didn't help matters much, but as his headache cleared up, Takeyoshi unsteadily rose to his feet and checked his body over. It seemed that sequence from earlier wasn't a dream from limbo; he was actually in a new body, as new person.
Wow. Even the wings on his back were working... Somehow.
Deciding against using them inside the room, Takeyoshi looked around to take note of whoever he could see exiting the room around when he did. A girl with comically oversized clothes, a bunnygirl, and... A masked wrestler? The odd cast of characters was... Interesting, at the very least.

Leaving the room himself and walking onto the streets below, Takeyoshi's mouth was left agape at the spectacle before him. This sort of chaos, this kind of rowdy festival... Everything about the situation around him was quite surreal. That didn't mean that it wasn't already, though; after all, his old suit and tie were replaced with what looked to be a kimono, and his comfortable jet-black shoes were replaced with really... Awkward-to-use geta. Somehow, he had managed to walk out of wherever he (and that other array of strange people) were in earlier, but now...

The boy's thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sounds of music and laughter being replaced by screams of terror and fright from behind him.

"Right. Fantasy world," he berated himself mentally as he glanced at the source of the noise before a small pop-up appeared in front of him, similar to how a notification in a game would. After reading the little message over, Takeyoshi promptly made a 180 and, praying that whatever had let him live again was being merciful, attempted to take to the skies.

It was, it seemed; Takeyoshi's wings spread out behind him, and a few flaps later, he was a few feet above ground, hovering around. It seemed that this much was his limit--at least, for the moment. Though whatever was behind him should've been the focus of his attention, Takeyoshi had another on his mind.

[i]Even if I get out alive, I'm basically all alone. That's a recipe for disaster in a place like this. What about the others I saw earlier? Can I contact them?[/i]

It was a silly thing, putting the future ahead of the present, but that was just how he did things. Glancing around as he flew on ahead, Takeyoshi noticed the wrestler from earlier, looking around in confusion at his surroundings. The girl in oversized clothing, too, was relatively close by (he could catch a glimpse of them lagging behind her), but with the chaos it was quite likely that those would be stepped on.

Then she'd likely fall over.
And with the crowd panicking as they were right now...

[i]Oh god no.[/i]

Takeyoshi had read far too many stories of people being trampled on, but this... Seeing it happen mere moments after coming in? What kind of horror story was that supposed to be?

Against his better judgement, the tengu swept down and, with a quick motion, hooked the young(?) girl with his arms. Her weight dragged him down, but at the very least he was able to keep those clothes from being a hazard anymore. But with this sort of weight, speed would be an issue.

Right, the luchador! He probably had the strength to carry someone around without moving that much slower. Two birds with one sto- actually, that was a pretty morbid metaphor, given his current form. Well, whatever.

"Sorry 'bout the sudden abduction, but it's probably safer this way!" he shouted over the din as he looked about for the masked wrestler from his current position. It didn't take very long, luckily enough; the man was like a mountain compared to everyone that was scrambling for safety.

Straining his wings to get a bit more lift, Takeyoshi flew as fast as he could to the wrestler's side and carefully lowered the blonde girl onto his left shoulder.

"Pardon, but we're in a bit of a rush. I saw you in that weird room earlier; you mind helping us out here? And by us, I mean her?" he asked, flying a bit farther ahead and trying to scout out the places that weren't completely overwhelmed by insanity. "Whatever your answer is, we need to get moving; we can either keep charging forward or get to a building, I think! I'll follow along and help however I can!"

Of course, his initial statement wasn't going to matter much anyhow; he had already moved the girl onto his shoulder, after all, and if the man had any semblance of a good conscience he'd probably go along with it. Underhanded? Quite. Necessary? Almost certainly.

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