Dossier One

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[There's a little girl clutching the handle of an Amati violin case, staring in wide-eyed surprise at the stars. She looks about ten or so, based on her height and body language, but her face seems a little older somehow.

She's wearing patent leather shoes, high stockings, a red overcoat and leather, fleece-lined gloves. She smells of expensive perfume. Everything about her seems to say 'European high-class family'.]

Signore Jose. The stars. Where did they come from, sir? [She looks over her shoulder and freezes. Her eyes go wide, and her grip on the Amati case turns convulsive.]

S... Signore Jose?

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[lamb_of_gold]

Another child?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She whips around, one hand going to the latch of the case. She stops. She's not to fire without Jose's explicit order. Not to fire until then.]

Wh... What have you done with Signore Jose?

[lamb_of_gold]

I've done nothing to him, little one. You're on the Astral Plane.

[contract_star]

[Hei is still rather out of it, but he does notice the tiny child.]

Ah...are you new here?

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Signore...! [She turns around]

2/?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stops] You... aren't...

[ghostlighter]

[Hello, Henrietta. The Griever is still hanging around the Plane and once again flying around, but! Scared little child! ... after some mental debate, he lands nearby. Physical features are different, yadda, yadda.]

Hey... You alright there?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Monster. MONSTER. She pops the latches on her violin case with one hand and whips a Sig Sauer P239 (god I love how detailed they are about the weapons the girls use) from under her coat. She empties the cartridge, hefts her P90 from case and opens fire.]

[ghostlighter]

What the— [FOR PETE'S SAKE, PHASES THROUGH THE BULLETS] — hell are you doing?!

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Huh, so are you new here too?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Whips around and sees--a girl who looks just a little older than her.] Y-you're not... with the Agency. Are you?

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Agency? No. From what I've heard everyone here's from a different world or something. Like...have you heard of the Fire Nation? Or the Earth Kingdom?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Dino recognized that] Hello. Are you Italian?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[MEEP. Hugging the violin case.] Y-yes, sir.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

It's nice to finally get someone else from there. I'm guessing you're new here?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

A child? {Chuckles} This doesn't really seem like a place suited for a child at all.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hugging her violin case.] I can take care of myself, ma'am.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...you alright?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Lucky Ianto! She's gotten her initial LSKADJS KILL THINGS panic all worked out. Though she still smells strongly of gunpowder under her perfume.]

Oh, um, yes. Thank you.

[starlightbreak.livejournal.com]

[ Other little girl! Yay! ]

Hello! Are you new here?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Hello. Yes I am.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. Ammy smells darkness and gun oil.]

Goodness...so much darkness in such a young girl.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[HUGS THE VIOLIN CASE AND STARES.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Nobody by that name here.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Meep.] N-no, sir. I know. [FRESH OFF AN ENCOUNTER WITH AMMY and a little shaken still.]