[h2]Inuyasha[/h2] Inuyasha opened his eyes to sights that he hadn't seen in years. There were tall metal and glass buildings on both sides of him, and he was laying on a tar and rock surface he remembered Kagome calling "asphalt". He looked around. He must be in Tokyo, he realized, in the future. Strangely, he didn't remember falling down the well and even if he had, he would be at the bottom of it, not on a road. There was a squealing noise as one of those "car" things quickly stopped, almost hitting him. "Get out of the road, idiot!" the man said. "I'm going to be late!" Inuyasha walked over to the sidewalk and the car sped away. [i]Well, if this is the future,[/i] he thought, [i]then I just need to go back to Kagome's house and use the well to get back.[/i] He climbed a nearby lamppost and stood on top of it, looking for something familiar. He recognized a restaurant just down the road from the shrine, though the name "Mcdonald's" didn't sound quite right, and jumped from lamppost to lamppost to get there. Once there, he jumped down and looked around for the hill her house was on. "Nice Parkour," said a kid with a wheeled board that was standing in front of the restaurant, "I've never seen someone jump between lampposts before. Sometimes they swing from them to get onto higher objects, though. And in an Inuyasha cosplay outfit too." The kid nodded in approval. Cosplay. He'd heard that word before when he was he was in the future, but how did they know his name? "I am Inuyasha." he responded. "How did you know my name? Are you one of Kagome's brother's friends?" The boy laughed. "Wow, you're really into the role. See you around "Inuyasha"." he said, laying the board on the ground, standing on it, and pushing it with one foot to gain speed. Things seemed even stranger now than they had when he arrived. He would get answers from Kamome's family, though. Seeing the hill in the distance, he ran to it and up the steps. Instead of a shrine, though, he saw a traditional building with people practicing martial arts inside. [i]A military camp?[/i] he thought, though surely they wouldn't tear down the shrine to build a place like this. He had to be sure, though, so he went inside. [hr] [h2]Tony Stark[/h2] Tony found himself standing on a sidewalk in an area he didn't recognize. "Jarvis," he said. "Where are we?" "New York City" replied Jarvis. "Can you be a little more specific?" "I believe this is Brooklyn, though I can't be sure." "Well, that would explain it. I don't go to Brooklyn that much," then he realized what Jarvis had said. "What do you mean you can't be sure? You can connect with my satellites still, right?" "Unfortunately, I am unable to connect to any Stark Industries, Avengers, or SHIELD satellite at this time, sir." Jarvis answered. "My assessment of our position was made using ordinary GPS." "Strange. The teleportation must have damaged your electronics. Call Pepper and have her send Happy to pick me up. I don't want to fly with your system's malfunctioning." "Unfortunately, neither I, nor your cell phone, can make a call at this time. Other than the communications systems, I appear to be functioning normally." "Strange." Stark said. "In that case, I'll fly to Stark Tower. Something unusual is going on here. An EMP from the device would have burned out more than just your comms equipment." He took off and made his way to the location of Stark Tower, but everything was a bit off. Some of the buildings on Park Avenue were correct, but some were different. "I believe, sir, that I now have enough information to say that the Inter-dimensional gateway was a success. This is not our New York." "I'll have to agree with you. That means that I'll have to find a WIFI hotspot for you to log onto the internet." Stark landed at a Starbucks near where Stark Tower should be and took off the suit. "Just follow me in. You can just pretend to be a person in a suit of armor and use their internet." "Oh, I'm sure this will work marvelously." said Jarvis sarcastically. "Don't be such a pessimist. Besides, I need to see if my credit cards still work." "Perhaps you should let me try them online, sir." Jarvis said, "It will be less suspicious than trying multiple failed cards at a coffee shop." "Good idea." With that, Stark opened the door and they walked inside. [hr] [h2]Tyr Anasazi[/h2] Tyr woke on the sidewalk of some backwards planet, his weapons laying beside him. He stood up, put on his gun belt, and slung the rifle across his back. This world, whichever world it was, appeared to be technologically primitive. He saw no signs of ships in the sky or holographic displays, just airplanes and neon signs. Unsure how he arrived here he walked into a nearby bar. "Barman," he said, walking up to the bar, ignoring the large number of leather-clad men inside, "I need some information." "You wanna buy a drink first?" the man asked. "Oh, of course." Tyr said, half sarcastically. If it helped him fit in then he would buy a drink. He threw a few coins on the bar. "What's that?" the man asked, pointing to the coins. "Money." "Well, it's not any kind I'm familiar with." "Then how about a trade?" Tyr pulled out his knife, spun it around his finger a few times and stuck it in the bar. The man poured him a drink and set it in front of him. Normally Tyr wouldn't drink, as alcohol could impair his mind and body, but it seemed necessary to blend in with this culture, so he took a sip. "So, what do you want to know?" the barman asked, putting the knife behind the counter. "Well, first of all, I'd like to know what planet I'm on." "Uh, you're on Earth of course." The barman looked confused. "Impossible." Tyr said with a scoff, "Earth is a Magog breeding ground, and these buildings don't appear to be built from scrap. Unless I've went back in time again." Tyr started to think and a muscular man that was over six feet tall pushed him out of the way to get to the bar. Tyr grabbed the man's shirt and shoved him backwards, crashing into a table. "You wait your turn until after I'm done asking questions." Tyr said loudly. Then the man's friends, over a dozen in total, stood up and looked at Tyr menacingly. Tyr smiled and removed his gun belt and rifle, laying them on the bar. "Hold onto these for me, will you?" he said to the barman. "It seems I need to teach these men not to anger their betters."