108needlesforyou:

thornedshinigami:

Alan sighed as he looked out of one of the many windows of the Olmstead International Airport, a hand resting on the glass. He’d woken up in a chair a few hours ago with no knowledge of where he was. His face took on a determined look, his eyes hard as steel as he placed both hands on the window and tried to make a portal back home. Sadly, just like before, it didn’t work, the window remaining unchanged, no sign of a portal forming. 

“Great…just great.” Alan sighed. He wondered if his friends back in his realm knew what had happened to him, knew where he was. But how could they? Even he didn’t really know where he was. Gripping his death scythe tightly in his hands, it being his only weapon and tie to home, he walked away from the window, deciding to explore.

Perhaps an airport would be able to solve this dilemma. If there were any flights going in and out of this Fiddler’s Green place, it could mean a one way ticket out of this hellhole. Well… presumed hellhole, although considering the terrible weather and beasts that randomly spawned out of nowhere, the little man assumed that his prediction was right on the dot.

Still, it seemed that his hurried walk through the streets of Fiddler’s Green had been for naught. Not a single airplane was in the sky… meaning that it was either find a pilot, or figure out how to get it done himself. Granted, as the assistant of the esteemed Daranimaru Goryo he’d learned how to pilot quite a number of vehicles. However, passenger aircraft were hardly in his realm of expertise. Still, it couldn’t be that difficult, right?

However, Ebisu’s progress was halted by the sight of a man carrying a rather intimidating… was that a scythe??? He didn’t want to get close enough to find out. And so Ebisu snuck into the airport, readying himself to flee should he encounter the other.

Sighing as he used his scythe as a walking stick, Alan paused for a moment and closed his eyes tightly. One hand clenched at his chest, the dull ache having grown more and more painful as he walked. He was starting to panic since he hadn’t seen anyone else at all so far and hadn’t yet found a way to get home. 

He opened his eyes and braced himself on his scythe, a long handled garden slasher, and began to walk again. He thought he heard footsteps and frowned a bit. “Hello? Is anyone there?”