1st Hatred - Welcome to Mayfield

[hell_wheel]

[Wanyudo wakes up. That's the first sign something is wrong.

The fact he is in a bed is the second.

Looking around, he closes his eyes and focuses on returning home. Nothing happens. He feels weird. Wrong. He can't return, though, and he can't change. Both of those things bother him and he sits up in bed and frowns. The room has pictures. Including him and a lovely young woman. Oh, and a couple of kids as well.

Moving from the bed, he goes to the closet, noting the clothes before picking out an outfit and snagging a classy hat. Well, he's dressed and his head is covered. The clothes fit at least.

This didn't look like Japan, so the next order of business was figuring out where. Walking over to the phone, picking it up and trying to dial information.]

[Phone | Everyone]

[An older man's voice comes over the phone.]

Hello? Information?

Hello?

Comments

[hell_wheel]

We are not typically the type to be helpful, though.

Or thankful for that matter, I suppose.

[Of course, then Ai recruited him.

He is curious about something, though. This town is going to let him relive being human, he assumes he might change.]

Were you always like this?

[echoing_sutras]

Always like what?

[hell_wheel]

So friendly with fellow Yokai.

[echoing_sutras]

Yamabiko have no reason to not be. But it may also be because I'm a Buddhist.

[hell_wheel]

That could be it.

Well, either way, I am glad we've have this chat. It's been very helpful.

[echoing_sutras]

And I'm glad I could help!

[hell_wheel]

Of course.

I will likely see you again.

[echoing_sutras]

Well... Maybe!

[hell_wheel]

Maybe?

Very well then. Until then.

[Hangs up for now. Time to deal with this.]