Location: A little patch of green in the snowy forest
Inosuke Hashibira woke to a day just like every other-- Or so he thought.
The grass was lush, thick and emerald under him, almost pillowy under his bare skin, weak sunlight dappled through the trees' breeze stirred canopy, washing little sections of his body in light warmth. He'd slept as he always did-- sprawled out in almost inhumane angles, with his mask on his head and swords at his side.
Inosuke was content to simply roll over and go back to sleep, but that train of thought was quickly aborted."Hey--! Wake up! Message!"
A familiar harsh, shrill voice cut through his daze, and Inosuke's eyes snapped open to the crow standing on his chest, one beady eye locked on him. Inosuke's expression shifted into a dark glare under his mask as the crow begun to speak, fully awake by then.
The crowlifted into flight, flapping nervously just above his reach as the fur clad boy sat up, bringing his legs together in a criss-cross fashion. The messager crow launched into an explanation about tokens-- some kind of currency? -- and Inosuke found himself being immensely interested yet bored throughout the entire interaction. The crow finished it's tangent, and finally regurgitated five of the aforementioned tokens into his lap.
Inosuke picked one up to inspect it, curious. Scrubbing the stomach acid with the deer fur around his waist, he tilted it at all angles. It had a deep navy blue edging, the same color as the ombre tips of his hair, and had his face inscribed in the middle. After testing it's durability-- and edibility, admittedly-- with one of his canines, Inosuke pulled his mask off, dropping the tokens in and shoving it back on his head. Maybe they'd stay in there.
Getting to his feet, A sharp grin spread across Inosuke's face. "I'll get all the tokens! I'll beat anyone who stands in my way, and take theirs! Gwahahaha!"
He cackled, grabbing his cloth wrapped swords and shoving them through the waistband of his furry belt. He turned towards the crow, ready to snatch it out of the sky for breakfast, before blinking when he'd realized it was gone. Whatever.
Taking a closer look at his surroundings, Inosuke immediently went rigid with shock. That--That wasn't how weather worked!
He was standing in a sunny little patch of forest, ringed by a seemingly never-ending tundra of snowy undergrowth. Strange, but he wanted to see what lay beyond. He was king of the mountains, after all!
Forcing through the foliage, Inosuke trekked through the woods quite a ways, before detecting air disturbance-- two creatures nearby. Already! He'd hit the jackpot!
Grinning beneath his mask, Inosuke grabbed his swords, unwrapping them and holding them at ready as he began to stalk in the direction of the two, footsteps steadily picking up speed, until he was at a full pelt.
Catching sight of them, Inosuke shouldered through a thistle bush, ignoring the thorns snagging his skin as he launched himself at the newcomers, swords held straight infront of him."Pig assault!"
Location: Futuristic City/Broadcasting Club Room
Tsukasa regained consciousness with a small trill, and a raise of his head.
Was he... asleep? He hadn't slept in over 58 years! It wasn't like he needed sleep-- he was a ghost! why was he unconscious?
Blinking around the room, he discovered he was sitting on a desk in the Broadcasting Club room, his blood spattered whiteboard at the front of the room, and his cathedral style vintage radio supporting him from the side. Beside it, five casino style chips were laid out.
Curious, Tsukasa reached over to take one, before freezing when the radio crackled, a voice fading in. It wasn't Sakura's, that was for sure, but he was still interested, a smile spreading ear to ear on his face as they droned on about the 'tokens', as they were called.
Interesting... He might need more of these!
Eventually, the transmission faded out, and he grabbed the chips, taking a closer look. The edges were a deep russet red, with his smiling face carved in the middle. Very seemly! Tsukasa tucked them away in his hakama pants' pocket.
Obviously-- something was wrong here. The blinds of the room were opened for once, and he could see outside into his dystopian esque surroundings. The streets were relatively deserted, but everything seemed intact, like it wasn't abandoned. Strange. Looking around the room again, Tsukasa hopped down from the desk, his sandals clacking on the floor as he tottered over to a little cup, pulling out a small pen, stained with old, tacky blood. He tucked it in his pocket, before allowing his legs to lift off the ground, floating over to one of the windows.
Tsukasa pried it open, nearly tumbling out when it flew open with a whine, clambering out through the window and into the sidewalk before him, amber eyes blinking at his new surroundings, a devilish grin slicing across his face. So much to explore!
Tsukasa had been drifting around the city streets, getting aquainted with his new world, before a still shape caught his eye, sprawled out in the middle of the street. Eyebrows raised, the ghost boy floated over to him.
There appeared to be some rubble around him, he noticed, blinking at an apartment building behind him, which seemed to be considerably worse for wear-- there was a pretty big hole in it.
Tsukasa bent down, examining the strangers face. He didn't seem to be dead, just unconscious, but you could never be too sure!
The ghost plopped onto the street next to him, taking the blood stained pen out of his pocket and clicking it, poking the unconscious man in the middle of the forehead, the poking getting more and more insistent as time passed."Sir~? Are you dead?"