#that time kaze got ported into a weird teahouse

[kazeofthemagun]

@sanguinehaven asked the summoner:

*Oh, welcome~

The strange, pink and vaguely human shaped creature greets Black Wind from the counter, waving with a pleasant smile on their face.

*Sorry if it's your first time here, the door seems to be acting a little strange lately. But~ If you'd like a break and a warm meal, feel free to take a seat and I'll get to you right away, if you'd like to return from where you came from, exiting should take you where you last were. I won't take offense if you choose to leave, I know it must be a little disconcerting to walk in to somewhere strange....

The hustle and bustle of the crowded city was a necessary evil to endure if he and White Cloud were to gather information. The knight was, by the virtue of his biology, much better at eavesdropping - but it was the gunmage who blended in better. Slightly better. There was still that imposing frame, oddly colored hair, and a face saturated with curious markings. There may or may not have also been a golden machine in place of his right arm, though that lay well concealed beneath a spacious dark cape. At the very least, he was not either puffing magic Mist or wearing a metal mask at all times. He also notably lacked horns. Wonderland was the home of all things strange and yet one could only be so strange before they started to draw prying eyes.

Several figures wearing telltale shades of green and red suddenly appeared at the opposite side of the tavern - this was their cue to leave. A gloved hand reached for the doorknob and pushed. A click followed by a whine of poorly-oiled metal.

That was... definitely not the gray street he expected to see.

There was a brief zap of energy; The Wind could recognize magic when he felt it. The sensation passed as quickly as it struck - leaving him mysteriously at the entrance to what appeared to be a quaint... store of sort. A café? A teashop? A what now?

A visible eye of blue soon fell on the figure at the counter. At first glance humanoid - and yet possessing vibrant pink skin and a elongated nose. Some denizen of yet another devoured world? The scent of magic lingered. The person immediately took initiative - as though expecting him. Did they.. she? Summon him?

“...........”

There was a look of profound confusion on the Dark Unlimited's face. A rare sight indeed to witness the Wind so utterly perplexed by his surroundings. Usually, whenever he entered some weird place, he did it of his own accord, prepared for whatever oddities he may face ahead.

This time, however, he hardly recalled casting a portal.

The being's tone was warm and welcoming. It was almost difficult to suspect ulterior motives - and yet, his mind immediately keyed in on the words "return", “exiting” and “leave”.

The perplexed look faded as swiftly as it appeared - with the warrior turning a full 180 degrees and promptly opening the door. Not a single word - and he was gone, wood closing shut behind. Noisily, at that.

Little did he know that while he may have been done with the place, the place was not quite done with him. Perhaps he should be wary of carelessly opening doors from here on out...