[Flonne stumbles onto the Plane, giving a surprised gasp as she looks around] Ah! This isn’t--! Oh, my. Did the Gate Keeper send me to the Stellar Graveyard by mistake? But it doesn’t look the same… It doesn’t feel like the Netherworld at all.

[Her high heels click as she walks forward and calls] Laharl-san? Etna-san? Are you here? Hello? Is there anyone there?

…It looks like I’m alone here. Maybe this has to do with that new shop. Demons have such a strange sense of humour sometimes, so this could all be a joke.

[She looks more relaxed this time as she looks at the stars, a warm smile on her face] But this place is so beautiful. I feel so close to the stars. It can’t be a joke. But I wonder where I am. I better find out fast before everyone wonders where I am!

{She appears with a bright and cheerful smile on her face, holding a small hardcover book emblazoned with the title Villa Madrona on the cover. Diva just moved into her house! Of course, it was quite the move for her! But her house is extravagant and beautiful, so it's okay with her.}

Ne, it's even more beautiful in person! Ah, I did buy myself a nice, quiet house and I'm finally here~♥ It's lovely! Big rooms, wonderful furniture, and everything decorated to perfection. The only thing left to do is hire some servants to take care of it, and everything will be perfect.

{She hugs the book closer} Ne, for those of you whose homes are a little mixed up with mine, you're more than welcome to come visit! I'd love to have you over. It's such a big house, after all, so it needs some guests to make it really feel like home. Ah, I wish I could show it to everyone~ It's so beautiful, and certainly worth the ten and half million dollars. And Richard said that was too much! I think it's perfect. ♥

[Silver is... Juggling.

Yes, juggling... Why he is juggling is a mystery but he is and he appears to be juggling several lightbulbs, a mug and what looks almost like a robot... While humming, loudly... Some of them almost sound like words, somebody stop him, Please]

[Hei appears out in the middle of the Plane, not really close to any of the major landmarks. He looks tired and somewhat bedraggled, but there's something different about him. He looks...well, happy. Almost to the point of being at peace.]

[He looks around the Plane and then sighs, smiles a little and sits down. He leans back and looks upward, watching the stars.]

Well. Now it gets difficult. [He's smiling as he says this, though.]

Ah...Misaki. If you're around, I need to talk to you.




[ooc: Yay post-canon! And YAY TITLES!]

[This was not the door he was expecting it to be. Not the Sands of Time and certainly not Tokyo. Nevermind the twins and that other thing... shop? Either way, Sakurai Yuuto passes them by and ends up on the Plane, arms crossed and Very Unhappy -- the way he shows this? A warm and welcoming expression to all -- oh who is that kidding, Sakurai Yuuto is scowling as if the world has done him wrong.]

What the hell.

[Unfolding and refolding his arms is both very helpful and very mature.]

Deneb? Oi! Deneb! ... ... ... as always you're such a slow, dense imajin. [waits, expectantly, but gets a bit fidgety after it's clear that what he's waiting for isn't happening.] Dammit. How can you get lost in just a few steps... Deneb!

[Kougaiji appears on the plane with enough cuts, gashes and scrapes all over him to appear like he's just escaped being mauled by a tiger. Or, more accurately, a Son Goku.

He wipes some blood from the corner of his mouth. He's hunched over a bit, limping slightly as he walks, looking for something sturdy to lean against for the moment.]

((OoC: Here. Have a bloody prince. Breaking canon ever-so-slightly for the sake of my own sanity (Come on, Minekura-sama, Kougaiji and his gang have been out of the loop for quite a few volumes now). I'm getting impatient. ::cry!:: Also, tags somewhat slow -- I'm out of town. ^^; ))

[Misaki steps onto the plane, looking rather like a petite female Rambo. She's in full SWAT gear, the face cover on her helmet flipped up. She looks disheveled, a bit bruised and scratched, but otherwise fine. She drags the helmet off and her hair falls out in a sweaty, tangled mess.]

[She wipes the back of her hand across her forehead, smearing something dark and sticky-looking over it.]

Water. And a bathroom. That's what I need right now.