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[In his wanderings and exploration of the plane, Yuan comes across a miniature black hole. The sign beside it requests that no one drop anything into it.

This is entirely too much for a mischievous demon to ignore, and so he pops off the plane for a moment, and returns with a large handful of various sundry office supplies. With a wicked smirk, he drops a paperclip into the hole, and watches it disappear.]

...Okay, that? That is cool.

[So he's going to continue to feed it pens and paperclips until a) someone stops him, or b) he gets bored of going back for more.]

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[Mischief, meet maker.

He's a few feet behind Yuan, covering his own face, obviously in a great deal of pain.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH!

[Yuan turns around, quirking an annoyed eyebrow. Someone is interrupting his fun.]

What's wrong with you?

[Axel waits a minute, peeking at Yuan out from between his fingers, then he straightens and drops the act.]

You didn't even jump. Wow. A professional. You got me thinking, though.

[He shoves his hands in his coat and strolls over to the black hole. It's not big enough to fit a person inside, but that doesn't mean he's not tempted to try. He pulls a chain out of his pocket and kneels (much to the sound of other chains attached to various parts of his clothes, what a freak) and slowly lowers the chain into the abyss.]

[How rude!! The black hole spits out his paperclips. They are not, however, as they were before. They are a paperclip chain.]

[They form a pattern on the floor where they fall: 676574206d65206f7574]

[Yuan stares at the pattern. It doesn't make more sense with prolonged looking.]

...Huh.

[Let's see what pens make it do!]

You could say that, yeah.

[He eyes the newcomer with curiosity. Some goth kid, no doubt. The chain thing is interesting, though, and he's not about to stop someone else from playing with it, too. It might even count as tempting someone else to mischief.]

...If something grabs you, I'm not pulling you back. Fair warning.

[Pens, apparently, do not inspire a reaction. Or he hasn't thrown enough in. A or B.]

[Axel shrugs and continues lowering the chain into the hole.]

Fair enough. It doesn't seem big enough to jump in, and I'd really hate to lose an arm unnecessarily, so this'll have to do.

[More pens go in, one after another, until the handful runs out. He's got nothing better to do, and this is weird and interesting.]

[Axel is as interesting to Yuan's supernatural senses as the black hole is to his normal ones, so Yuan's sounding just a little distracted as he takes a moment to look closer at what makes this guy's soul tick.

Very interesting, indeed.]

Better you than me. ...Is it doing anything?

[Instead of pens, more paperclip chains come out when Yuan is done, this time landing as '617373.']

[Having already experimented with the black hole, he looks over at Yuan with one eyebrow lifted in an arch of perfect scepticism, if such a thing is possible.]

Do you often use paper clip chains to write in hex, or is this a special occasion?

You're getting it wrong. I threw in pens that time.

[Talking to inanimate objects is only strange if you're a mortal. Really.

He vanishes for a moment, and comes back with a whole mess of rubber bands, then sits down on the plane and proceeds to use the hole as target practice.]

Not my doing. [He nudges the chain with his foot.] That's the one it spat back at me after I'd been dropping them in it.

[While it doesn't react to this, let the record show that this is a fairly new use of a black hole. Points for ingenuity.]

[He knows he's being looked at, but at this point, doesn't really care.]

Nope.

[He lets go of the chain and lets it fall into the hole, then pulls out a small empty vial from his pocket and drops that in there too.

And then a fireball, after some consideration. He scoots back for that.]

That explains a great deal. [He picks up the chain, looking over the linkages.] Very dexterous for a black hole. Most that I know can't even fold origami cranes.

[That last makes Yuan step back as well, waiting to see if any reaction ensues.]

Interesting trick, there. [Not that he can't do it, too, but this kid doesn't register as a demon of any kind he's familiar with.]

[Bored demons are like that.

It's really too bad he can't read hexadecimal. He'd have a lot more fun talking to the thing if he knew it was actually communicative. Instead, he'll just keep up with the target practice for a while, scattering rubber bands around the area when he misses.]

You meet a lot of them in your line of work? [Not that he knows anything about what that is, but this guy's pretty interesting. And weird, which means Yuan will be snarky at him.]

[Brax just sends a brief sideways smile at Yuan.] The occasional singularity here or there. [He pulls a paperclip from the chain] Do you mind if I take one of these? I doubt anything will show up, but one likes to be thorough.

[He shrugs.] I stole the things anyway, it's not like I have any stake in where they go from here. Knock yourself out.

Thank you. [He tucks it into his pockets and lets the paperclip chain go. This time, it falls into a normal pile, as paperclip chains should.] How disappointing. I thought we'd found the office answer to Ouija boards. Irving Braxiatel, how do you do?

[Axel sits cross-legged as he waits.]

I don't have any paper clips, unfortunately.

[a pause]

Oh, the fire? [He eyes Yuan.] I'm sure you've seen fancier.

[He snorts appreciatively at the Ouija board comment.]

Yuan. Good to meet you, Irving Braxiatel. Got a shorter version you prefer, or should I just call you 'Irving'? [It's clear from his tone that he will derive no shortage of amusement from that name.]

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