"Let's see, wand, toys, tomes, school supplies, spare clothes... Wait, what about food?" He turned and glanced over to the skull hanging at his left hip by a chain. He stared intently at it as the smoke billowed faintly from the eye sockets. He shook his head. "No, mom didn't leave me any money. Do you think they use the same kind of money?" He watched the skull, and nothing but silence followed for the next few seconds. "Yeah, that wouldn't make any sense. But how do I get food there?" He paid his attention to the cranium once more. "Free? I sure hope so. Then again, I could always transmute anything into something edible. I might have died if I hadn't learned that one." Silence ensued. "Well, that's enough lollygagging, I'd best use this tome."
Lifting one of the books, he skimmed through the pages to one dog-eared page. "Interdimensional Transport. And I want to enter the Youkai Dimension, so..." Sagishi lifted another book in his other hand, a language book containing an ancient language unused for a long time. "Crucem-Dimensiva... Onerariam..... Monstrum... Dimensionem!" A few moments of quiet, Sagishi worried that perhaps his wording was incorrect, but surely enough, a whirring sounds started, picking up in pitch and volume. Stuffing the books back into his backpack, he watched as the air before him split, tearing an opening like ripped fabric.
The fabric of reality. Inside, strong winds were pulling loose pages from his leftover collection inward, and swirling blue, red and purple colors fused and spun enticingly.
"Sagishi Hokori, Please turn around, and drop any magical items in your possession. You're under arrest for the use of illegal magic. Now turn yourself in, before we're forced to contai--" The voice was replaced by multiple male shouts of panic. Sagishi turned with a grin, facing the group of wizards.
"Sorry about that. But I'm no longer a part of this world. How can you arrest someone who doesn't exist?" The men struggled, but couldn't break free from the solidified ice that nearly crushed them while they were stuck in place.
"You can't just leave us here!! Free us and we'll lower your sentence or--"
"Pfft!" Sagishi snickered, and made an elbowing gesture toward the skull. "They think they have something to barter with me for!" He paused and formed a look of irritation. "Shut up, I think it's funny!" He crossed his arm, watching the portal quietly. He turned back to the half-frozen wizards. "Sorry, can't be late!" He leapt backward into the portal, pulling down an eyelid and sticking out his tongue just before the entrance shrunk and sealed itself. "Well, now that that's over with... Exit... Where is..." He grinned to the skull, replying, "thanks, I didn't see it there!" He performed a sort of swimming movement, paddling through the empty space of color, toward where he assumed the exit would appear. Once he approached, sure enough, it opened.
In the main clearing in front of the school, a brilliant burst of colors appeared, and tore open in an ovular shape. Sagishi stepped through, landing on the ground before the portal quickly disappeared. "Introducing... Sagishi Hokori, Mage Extraordinaire!" When he realized that no one had even seen his entrance (he'd assumed) he slouched, and swatted at the skull defeatedly. "Oh hush, I don't need you to tell me." Sighing, he stood upright, glancing off at the distance. There were two things going on, one, a bunch of kids fighting an older kid, and two, a bunch of kids fighting an adult. "Hmm... Decisions, decisions..." He glared over at the skull. "I know, I was gonna pick the obvious one anyway!" Deciding to head over to the adult battle, he snuck his way onto the school rooftops (by elevating a platform of land under him, lowering it back once he got up) and went to get a better view of the scenario. From what he could tell, most of he kids were wearing the same clothes. In the other battle, it seemed the same. He also saw a slightly older guy sneaking up on the woman as she pretty much impaled one of the kids.
He watched the guy curiously, but began to understand. He nodded to the man once he had caught his attention, and rested his hands on the rootop. He closed his eyes, envisioned the woman's feet, and focused on the dirt below it.
Alright, he thought,
now to move, reform, harden... He caused the ground below her to silently reach up and wrap around her ankles, tightening and solidifying into a solid mud-rock element. He had trapped her by her feet! By now she must have noticed, so he gave the man a hand-gesture, as if to tell him to attack at that moment.