[A boy wearing the Scorpio Cloth appears on the Astral Plane. He's under five feet tall and seems almost skinny under the heavy armor. His blue-violet hair is wavy and wild, it's not that long yet, falling only down slightly past his shoulders. His armor is splattered with blood that's not his, his hands look as if they'd been soaked in it. There's a prominent smear of blood on the corner of his mouth too.]

[He doesn't seem to notice his surroundings for a long moment, just rubbing his fingers together experimentally and then scissoring his fingers.]

[He glances up at the stars around him, though his face remains mostly blank.]

Again? Hm...

[And he just goes back to examining his hands curiously.]

[ooc; say hello to Milo riiight after he got his Scorpio Cloth. He's about 6/7 though he probably doesn't look that age.]

[And here's Hei again, back to his normal blank and emotionless self--except maybe for a vague sort of frustration--sometime after this. Oh, and he's also pretty much covered in blood. It's spattered all over the front of his coat and the sleeves are largely drenched in it. There's some spatter on his face and neck as well, though he doesn't really seem to notice. He's also holding his knife--also covered in blood and dripping it onto the floor, adding to the mess.]

[He looks around, a bit surprised by his surroundings, then just shrugs.]

So much for that.

[And he sets about trying to clean off his knife with a rag, muttering about drycleaning.]

[ Flipping through some loose leafs of paper, obviously lost in thought. Her clothing, always typically an interesting style, was as out of place as ever this time around: a high collared coat of deep blue velvet with gold threading along the edge, black gloves as well as matching boots, and black leggings.

She opens her mouth to say something before looking up to realize where she is. At first her mouth snaps shut and the papers lowered an few inches, glancing around. Then, with a roll of her eyes, she folds her arms over her chest, papers now slightly crinkled.]

Oh come now, this is highly the proper time for such an interruption.

[Misaki appears on the Plane looking very tired and confused. She is dressed in a bindalli and--let’s get this out of the way right now--there is no good reason for it, except perhaps the capriciousness of the Twins. She looks down at herself, frowns and shakes her head.]

It would seem… I’m alive again.

This is like that time, when there was nothing. Only a vast, dark emptiness. How … how did I get back here? I can’t be here, this is the end of creation, the end of time. Harry isn’t here, so how… how am I…?

There weren’t stars there, though. No stars, no time, no anything. Only loneliness and cold and death. It was so empty, so very empty. Everything, just gone…

But no, I can’t be there. Harry is gone and he can’t take me back. I can’t be back. So where is this? How did I get here, I demand to know!

What the hell is this? If this is a genjutsu then whoever locked me in it is-- Hn. It's not, un. Then... Then what the hell... Was it those creepy kids?

Hey! HEY! Whatever shit you're trying to pull, you'll be in pieces when I get my hands on you, un! [frustrated growl] Dammit, what am I gonna do now?

This has to be a genjutsu.

A familiar sight, this endless black expanse illuminated only by stars. Neither of light nor of darkness, but a place of twilight. Though Never Was and Oblivion come to mind, there is something which seems to render all such comparisons meaningless. A sense of unreality among the security of what is known. I would not be the least bit surprised if it turns out to be mere theatrics, done simply to add to the air of mystique. And I would feel the same if it was in actuality the key to unraveling the mystery of this "Astral Plane."

Of course, that is not to say I thought our meeting a triviality, Meredith. It was so very...informative.

If the nature of our surroundings cannot be relied on, then only the self can be trusted. For this place is not empty. Among the faces here may be found allies and enemies, both unknown and known.

But there will always be change.

There will always be plots.

And there will always be treachery.

(OOC: so i herd i are lazy. and replies may be somewhat slow due to chores. D:)

[surveys the death and destruction on the Plane with an inquisitive eye] I assume this was the Master's doing, then? How typical. Though I do need a word with him, if he'd be ever so willing to come out of hiding.

What the hell happened here and someone better tell me where my WDC is or you're all getting personally acquainted with the inside of a cell.