[ main entrance, open to all! ]

[drivesahonda]

Characters: Ieyasu Tokugawa
Format: Prose, action, whichever.
This log is: Open!
Location: Main entrance.
Summary: Ieyasu's introduction! Feel free to come bug him.
Warnings: Sengoku-era cluelessness? ETA I may be a bit slow in replying due to sickness at the moment, sorry about that!

To say Ieyasu is dazed would be an understatement.

It must be a dream, he thinks, as he starts to register his surroundings. It looks to be a carriage of some sort, a contraption he'd not even witnessed in the hands of the Saika. Before he can try to begin making sense of things, this dream, vivid as it is, ushers him off and away into even stranger territory.

A building. A grand one, at that; the architecture is astounding, Ieyasu thinks. It's unlike any place Ieyasu has ever seen, and his senses flooding back to him don't do a lot in the way of helping him rationalize it. The air and smells and sounds of this place are unfamiliar, but they are almost certainly genuine. Perhaps he had been wrong, this could be...

...No, he tells himself, it won't do him any good to panic-- so he stands in that very spot and scans the immediate grounds in search of a familiar face; Tadakatsu, one of his soldiers, anyone. And that's when it occurs to Ieyasu that he's not entirely sure what he's looking for: his mind is decidedly blank at the notion of Tadakatsu's face.

He's awake, but far from understanding.

Comments

[womenwouldgrieve]

"It would be better than standing around and asking ourselves questions," he agreed, nodding. He shut the book -- he'd read enough to get the main picture, that they'd been brought here to fight in some sort of contest -- and started toward the main building.

/EXTREMELY LATE REPLY I'M SORRY

[drivesahonda]

Ieyasu follows suit briskly. The sooner they get their answers, the better. He cannot be drawn away from his task of uniting the country, he thinks to himself, not when so much rides on the bonds he's made.

These answers, vague as they are, present themselves in the form of yet another device that Ieyasu is unfamiliar with: a panel of sorts, one boasting sound and moving picture. Though he's puzzled, to say the least, he sets that aside as best he can to try and make sense of the words he hears.