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[A shortish, slender man with shock white hair and red eyes appears on the Plane. He's wearing a long, fitted jacket with buckles on the back and at the throat, and the loop of a chain, much like a wallet chain, hangs down his right leg. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of the jacket and he's just...looking around.]

...what is this? Am I dead again?

Tch. Lame. I wasn't even with that idiot Badou or those jokers from that gang this time. Must've been pretty fast, I guess. I don't even remember it...

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[madamemoiselle]

{Again?}

Ne, you're not dead.

[contract_star]

[Lurking and watching, because those eyes have piqued his curiosity.]

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

[...well, that's new. Haine eyes Diva with an undisguised mixture of suspicion and contempt.]

I guess that's supposed to be comforting.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, it's not like it would matter. Since you can come here, it means you couldn't die anyways. Even if you were human. You're not, are you?

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

[Your lurking is no match for Haine, Hei, sry to say. He half-turns and looks in Hei's direction.]

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrow at that last part.]

What is this place?

[madamemoiselle]

We call it the Astral Plane. It's a place where realities come together. Some people say a crossroads for them, but lately it seems like more of a jumble.

[contract_star]

[Hei shifts to a more relaxed posture, though he's still ready to fight if he needs to.]

You're not dead, actually.

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

...that's too bad. Seems like more of a pain this way.

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

[...that made no sense whatsoever.]

Realities? Is that some kind of stupid code or are you just crazy?

[madamemoiselle]

How pleasant of you.

{But she continues calmly} Well, for it to make more sense, what are you, first of all? Chances are, nothing like you exists in my world. I mean, here we have superheroes, aliens, and even vampires.

[contract_star]

Only sometimes.

I take it you're used to dying? [Hei needs to stop being surprised by this place.]

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

At least if I were dead I'd know what was going to happen next.

Situations like this are just a waste of my time.

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I don't talk about things like that on a first date.

Just point me toward the exit.

[contract_star]

More fortunate than most, then.

Situations like this, huh? Do you usually find yourself in pandimensional nexuses?

[madamemoiselle]

Think about leaving. You'll be gone.

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

[A sceptical look, and he's gone.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Sighs}

Ne, another wonderful, charming boy. That's just what we need.

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

Maybe I could tell you if that meant anything to me. Is there some kind of a way out or am I fighting my way out?

[contract_star]

You only have to think about going home.

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

What, no ruby slippers? Now this just seems too easy.

[usagipino]

Hm? Does Mr. White Hair die a lot? But Pino thought you couldn't come back from being dead?

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[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

[Before he's even turned to see who's talking, he's snapping:] Don't call me—

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[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

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[contract_star]

Of course it's not that easy. You can come and go as you please, but there's no actual escaping this place. No escaping the experiment, I mean.