To say that this was an unusual experience would make a liar out of him. He had experienced a pull from his world a few times, each one a little closer to the ending he had crafted, but not a pull from the world that had transported him the first time. His hands twitched and the gleaming wires twisted around his fingers shifted and flowed until they were restored to their seemingly innocent form of heavy rings, leaving behind a few drops of blood on scarred skin. Takegami took out a handkerchief to wipe that way, blue eyes flickering from one face to another, assessing and cataloging his new environment.

A sharp, brief chuckle, he put away his handkerchief and walked up to the bar, took a seat, and in accented English asked for a strong drink. The strange green drink he was given only made him laugh again, but this time in a much more plea sent manner than before.

"One would think that this is a dream but no dream of mine would make such a clashing drink," he said to no one in particular. He took a sip and made a face. "Or have it taste a little like gin."