The Outrealm Gates were still a strange concept to Ike. He had initially traveled from Tellius by ship, much as he was loathe to travel by sea. Several of the lands he had come across after leaving his homeland had these...doorways into other realms, space and time not even a factor once you stepped through. He’d ended up in several places that knew of him, but saw him as some...old legend from another time.
It was an outlandish experience, to say the least. But, these gates were handy in the way that he could simply step through one, and it would transport him somewhere else -- without having to travel extensively or cost him money to do so.
He had no idea where or when it would bring him...
Which is how Ike ended up stepping out onto a...very loud street.
Everything was so...built up and compacted; buildings lined up close together, everything was covered in brick -- or something -- and there was hardly a glimpse of green anywhere to be seen. Well, not entirely true, there were a couple of trees here and there, but it wasn’t really what Ike would call natural. But...there was no grass, so the best he could guess was that he had been brought to...very large city.
But, back to the noise. It was Gods’ damned everywhere! People talking, shrill sounds going off and -- what were those things again? -- cars, cars beeping and honking, and creating a general racket that had Ike gritting his teeth and hunching his shoulders.
Okay, well...Best way to figure out where he was would be to ask. This was...an interesting experience -- another interesting experience. Most people just kept walking when he tried to speak with them, while others asked if he was a...cosplayer? Some people would ignore his question entirely, asking him if his sword was real -- of course it was real -- before quickly walking away, looking concerned.
After an hour of this rinse and repeat absurdity, Ike eventually got an answer -- New York.
While not an overly familiar name, Ike had heard it a few times before, specifically in regards to “The Bronx” and specifically from a boxer.
Huffing out a mildly amused chuckle, Ike started walking once more.
“...This ought to be a surprise for Mac...,” he mused to himself, stopping one more person to ask where he might find a certain gym. The one bit of luck he’d seemed to get today was that he was close by, as the person he’d stopped was able to give him some fairly easy to follow directions.
Of course, considering how people were reacting to him just walking down the street, it ended up taking far longer than Ike cared for. That, and well...figuring out when it was okay to walk and when it was not in this blasted city was a harsh learning curve. If asked, Ike wouldn’t admit to running across streets, dodging those awful cars or...denting a few with some well placed kicks when they nearly hit him.
Running an exhausted hand over his face, Ike thudded his curled fist against the door to the gym Mac had told him about during their time in the Smash Tournament.
