[Crowley appears on the Plane in a cheery sort of mood, chuckling to himself. In one hand he's holding one of those little paper party noise-makers, in the other a half-empty cocktail. For once he's not actually wearing his suit--he's in a dark pair of jeans and a t-shirt that reads, in big letters, "COUNTDOWN TO BACK-PEDALLING." He is, of course, wearing his sunglasses as always.]

[Someone's at a Rapture Fail party, last Saturday.]

Ah, humans.

[ She's on the plane, with a stone face. Her powers are gone, and the replacement isn't half bad. It's not too far from what she's used to, but she's still boiling furious at something of hers being taken away.

She won't let it show, won't let it show, won't let it show... ]

A blue ribbon, if found, would be graciously rewarded if returned to me.

[ In her sleeves, she's concealing a knife. It just feels nice to have in her hands. Like the option of stabbing someone is always there, regardless of actual intention. ]

[White sand all around. Deathscythe appeared standing tall, it's active cloak closed around it's large frame. Yes, folks; there certainly is a sixteen meeter tall robot suit looming overhead, but it's not moving. It can't. The cockpit opens in it's navel area and Duo Maxwell emerges, pulling with him a rucksack as he grabs a tether ans moves on down.]

Looks like we made it, Deathscythe. [So where was Heero? Duo swings down on the rope and lands in the white sand, sliding down to sit atop of his gundam's foot, digging around the bag for an apple. Feeling hot, he slips out of the top half of that space suit, but while he does so, he finds that something is missing. He gropes his neck, feels back to his back, but whatever he's looking for, it's not there.] Shit!

Where is it?!