Arrival of the Great Uzumaki Naruto. [Completed]

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Character(s): Uzumaki Naruto, Garnet 'Dagger' Til Alexandros, Yoda, Daxter and eventually Uchiha Itachi.
Content: Naruto arrives in Paixao, meets some new faces and a familiar one but then people start forgetting again!
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings:  None.

"Huh?" Blue eyes blinked owlishly at the sudden change of scenery. Naruto's mind not exactly comprehending the situation quite just yet.
One moment he was standing in the hall before the current Hokage's office, having received news of Orochimaru's death, and now he was suddenly standing in a weird white city with likes of which he had never seen before. What kind of genjutsu was that?
"Tsunade-baachan?" he questioned the air as he turned around, perhaps expecting to see the door to the office although he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to expect, instead he was staring at a huge gate made out of fake trees. Pretty...but it did not help his situation in the slightest.

He took a moment to analyze the situation, like a true shinobi would. Although it didn't last long for after 5 minutes he already threw his hands up in frustration. "What is this place!?"
If it was a genjutsu, for what purpose? Could it be Akatsuki? No...he concluded, it was no genjutsu. He couldn't sense any hostility or chakra around which also meant Tsunade wasn't there...or rather, he was no longer in Konohagakure. (And no matter how many times he had tried dispelling it, it just wouldn't work and his efforts were naught but a waste of chakra) But how did he get here? He turned around again to take a look at the city once more, noticing a booth not far off.

"Great! I can gather some information there." he nodded to himself and quickly made his way over to the booth. Before he could even open his mouth to speak to the man he had something shoved into his hands.
"Welcome to Paixao! What's your name, sir?"
"Uzumaki Naruto..?" he replied, looking more confused then ever as he watched the man write his name down. "Right then. Please enjoy your stay!" He couldn't even question the man further as he got shoved into the city as soon the sentence was finished.
"What the-?" He wanted to protest but the man had already busied himself with another person. "What was that for?" He muttered, mainly to himself, as he glanced at the stuff that he was now holding. A brochure and a...rectangular shaped thing.
"Pie-show?" He read out loud as he started making his way over to a bench and plopped down. What kind of name was that? First things first, he had to figure out what this place exactly was, how he got here and how to get out (he really needed to find Sasuke or at least Itachi, as Sasuke would most likely go after him now that Orochimaru was out of the way). So he eagerly read through the brochure as fast as he could.

"Journal, huh?" he stared at the rectangular thing (hey, at least it was orange!) after he finished reading. Flipping it open, he took a moment to stare at all the buttons before pressing them randomly. He really had no idea how it was supposed to work so he just sat there muttering to himself trying his best not to lose his temper.

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Yoda had looked over the device he’d been given at the entrance; apparently it was a primitive electronic journal. He didn’t bother to make his presence known on the message board, right now what would be the point? Apparently someone had been kidnapped, his heart ached a bit. And there was some sort of local uprising of the foreigners. Or it could just be that the meerkat was full of hot air. Through the journals he discovered that the people here didn’t ever say what planet they were from but generally referred to a homeland. That was unusual but then he was supposed to be dead so what wasn’t? Some people claimed that this was another world entirely. The phrasing was primitive as there were many worlds to come from or go to but the meaning was clear enough. An alternate reality, it sounded like science fiction but then plenty of people thought that of the Jedi. Thinking of which, he realized that there was no sign of the Empire here. Where was this place?

A short ways off, a human in a bright orange jumpsuit seemed to be toying with his own orange journal. His blond hair and blue eyes didn’t make him stand out much but his clothes were vastly different from the surrounding people, who all seemed content to ignore the diminutive Jedi. But the clothes were not what made the boy stand out so much. No, it was the energy he gave out in the Force. An energy that made him stand out like a candle in a dark lit room amongst all of these people. But there was something beneath all of this energy. A darkness that felt most… …unpleasant. It was strange, almost as if he were sensing two people in the Force. He recalled a case from around thirty standard years ago when one of his students had become a schizophrenic and one of her personalities had fallen to the dark side. She had murdered several people, including her master at the time, all the while hunting down their murderer, not realizing the horrible truth. Could something similar be the case with this boy? He didn’t feel like he was Force-sensitive yet he was strong in the Force. The combination was most confusing.

Slowly he made his way over to the boy, leaning heavily on his gimer stick and playing the defenseless old man to hilt. He knew he’d probably come across as a little crazy but that would only make the boy open up a little more. It had worked with Luke after all. He stopped a few feet away from the boy and looking at him in an inquiring manner greeted him.

“Hello.”

(ooc: yes there actually WAS a schizophrenic Jedi. ^-_-^)