Meanwhile I'm still working on my Kino/Mushishi crossover, because it HAS TO BE DONE. Not sure when I'll have it done, but...
It was an unusual sight, to say the least. He'd heard the sound of arguing from up ahead on the mountain path, but upon reaching the crossroads, what Ginko found was only one human and a...contraption of some sort. With wheels. Yet there were two voices.
"Hey there," Ginko called, waving.
The young person looked up, and the arguing ceased. The person wore a hat, under which he had short black hair. He also wore a long brown coat and black pants. A moment later, Ginko realized that this person was actually female.
She had been scrutinizing a sheet of creased paper- a map, he saw as he came nearer. The owner of the second voice was still to be found.
"Hello," said the young person. "Are you a traveler too?"
"I am," replied Ginko, taking the cigarrette out of his mouth. "You're not from around here, are you?"
Quite obviously, she wasn't. Kino simply nodded and turned back to her map. "Could you help me with something?"
"Sure, what is it?" asked the man. He was a rather unusual sight himself, what with the white hair that effectively covered his left eye, and the large...what looked like a box that he carried on his back.
Kino pointed out the problem. "See this map. I bought it only just a day ago, and meant to follow it to a road. Not only were there no roads, but now we're found ourselves scaling a mountain. There are no mountains on this map."
"That's why I'm telling you, Kino. You were tricked!" Hermes chimed in.
The white-haired man jumped. Apparently he wasn't aware that motorrads could speak.
"The map was correct up to this point," Kino said, returning to the point of their earlier argument.
"Mountains don't just spring up out of nowhere, Kino."
"But this isn't the first time it's happened. Remember last week, a map told us we were heading to a valley and instead we found an ocean? Or the time before that, we were driving through some plains and suddenly we were in a forest. And we've been buying new maps at every country, but they're all different."
"They're all tricking us! It's a conspiracy!"
"So what you mean to say is that you don't think it's the fault of the maps?" the white-haired man cut in, looking calm again.
"Exactly," said Kino, "but first I'd like to know where we are and where the nearest country is. Could you tell us?"
The man smirked. "Of course I can." He knelt down beside Hermes, taking a puff of his cigarrette while examining the wheels as if they were something very interesting. "I might be able to help you with your main problem too."
"Can you?" asked Kino hopefully. "How?"
The man didn't say anything for a moment, exhaling a stream of smoke and never taking his eyes from the tires. "Looks like you have a problem with some Mushi."