They are not Accord and Kid Win! (She also cannot hear the Simurgh. At all.)

She's underground, now, although the ceiling arches high above her. It's lit lowly; there's a giant snake statue barely visible on one end of the arena. Two people are - were - fighting, but they stop as soon as she appears, twisting towards her. A teenager, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and an older man whose age is impossible to pin down. Neither's wearing a mask. The teenager is in grey shorts and a white shirt that splits to show his upper chest, naked blade in his hand, eyes like red shards.

The older man is in shades of purple and cream, with long black hair and striking golden eyes framed by purple, snake-like makeup. His skin is paper white.

He tilts his head at her, and asks a question, halfway between sharp and amused. The language might be Japanese?

....what.

-- she catches herself before she shifts back into the Other Side, her surprise nearly making her lose control of her grip on this reality.

She takes one step back in response, "Um?"

Chuckle, and a gesture to the boy, who snaps something. Again in that language. The question repeats, then he adds something.

"I think that's Japanese? Yeah, I don't speak that. I know English, French and Italian. Mi dispiace. Pick one."

Definitely interested now! He's looking at her rather like she just did an unexpected trick. Slowly, like someone who's barely encountered the language, he says something in what's probably a different East Asian language. Sounds vaguely Korean? Then another, that she can't place.

(The boy looks annoyed).

"Yeah, still not understanding you," she says in French. "Where the fuck are we? Are you hiding? I can't... I can't hear the Simurgh at all. Did you bring me here?"

He says something offhand and dismissive, vanishes, reappears touching her - 

!!

-- she instinctively shifts and -- fuck she can't --

The world shifts, darkens, and the remaining light changes colour -- changes frequency? -- and they are both in the Other Side.

She moves to punch him in the fucking face.

He catches her fist, but looks more than a little concerned. He asks something, sharp.

W̶̛̗͙͌ͮ̄̽̈́h̨̢͕̤̳̜̭̤͐͋a̳͓̭̳̬͆̑̏̒̕t̒ͩ̌͏̨̨̩͕̬̙͕̥̻ ̡̨̖̼͍̯̜ͩ͑͠t̪̗̮̩̮̜̄̄̒͂̔͗̑́͡ͅh̡̠̱̰̖̱̏ͅę͓̖̗̝͆͗̉̀ ̸̧̛̜̝̲̹͍̱̤͕͌͛̒̄ͅfͫ͛̊͗҉͓̩̀ṷ̲̼̦̫̑͗̀͜c̪̦̍͗̓̓̏̇̍ḵ̳̣̙̮̮̜ͮ̈́͢͟͜ͅ

Startle! He understands that. Also: ow, fuck, words shouldn't hurt, but disrupting his chakra network doesn't break any illusions, and he can stand up to anything short of Tsukuyomi.

"What are you doing?" he demands. (She probably still can't understand him.)

She lays off a little on her tone.

"Oh, so you understand me now? Good. Back off... or I'll scream. You really won't like me then."

"You're the one who appeared in my base." But still, he lets go. (She's not fast, he's noticed, her reaction time more like a civilian's than even a barely trained genin's. It'll be easy enough to reclose, and perhaps he should kill her but he doubts she's actually in front of him. And he's curious, still, curious and confident in his backups, even if she does successfully assassinate him.)

She takes a breath, a little relieved.

"I still can't understand what you're saying. But -- right now, the Simurgh. The Endbringer. Are we safe? Just shake or nod your head."

Curious tilt. "What 'Endbringer?' I've never heard of this 'Simurgh.' And my base is safe for me, at least." (He isn't cooperating in shaking or nodding. He sounds annoyed.)

She sighs, frustrated now.

"Why did you bring me here? I didn't come here myself, contrary to popular mythos, I can't teleport. I have work to do, people to save. Just send me back and I'll -- look, I don't even care. Just send me back."

"I didn't bring you here, you appeared." Still annoyed, but now increasingly curious again.

She sighs again. "I don't have any paper on me. Apocalyptic scenarios don't really require it. But, I can read anything you write down." She looks around the room, looking for anything he can use.

"'Apocalyptic?' Interesting." He touches his arm, and a notebook and pen appear in a puff of smoke. In neat handwriting: "Who are you, why do you expect me to know anything about you, and why and how did you appear in my base? It was nothing I caused. Also where are you from, I don't recognize your languages. And what technique is this? What is an 'endbringer,' or the Simurgh? How are you doing that with your voice?" He runs out of space, frowns, hands her the page, and poses his pen to keep scribbling but doesn't write anything else quite yet.

She takes the paper and reads it.

"...I'm Akhlys. And ignoring everything else for now. What sort of rock are you living under that you don't know what an Endbringer is? Where are we?"

Writing: "This is my village, Sound, in the Land of Rice Fields, in the Elemental Nations. We're on the north western border of the Land of Fire, which is on the continent's eastern coast. I don't live under a rock, unless you mean so literally. Endbringer is an unfamiliar term. The closest thing I would describe like that is a particularly powerful tailed beast, and they haven't been a widespread problem for decades. The only one that could threaten the end times is likely mythological and if it isn't, it hasn't been a problem for centuries at the least."

"...none of that. Sounds familiar. I was just in Canberra, Australia"

"Haven't heard of it."

"Right. Please get out of my world now please. I need to think."

She can't think while he's here. Him just existing in her world is wrong.