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[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke appears on the Astral Plane rather unceremoniously. Apparently he was in the middle of walking, because as soon as he takes another step he just... FALLS. And it’s not like he tripped over anything. He just ceased to defy gravity. Anyway, with that Dojikko-flavored stunt he's left faceplanting in the middle of a snowdrift, with his books and binders scattered around him. Pencils, a bendy ruler and all of his cute little animu erasers are lost to the endless black starry floor of the Plane as well.]

Mmmphhh... [He lifts his head out of the snow and spits out... whatever that was. This snow is obviously misplaced in addition to being stained a disgusting oily-sparkly-black-brown.] ... Snow? But it was sunny. [He sits up and dusts himself off, then realizes he's not in Azumano anymore. He’s a little slow on the uptake, okay? But the point is, he's here now, so it's time to—

—scream a bit! Just a little bit!] What happened to Azumano? ... What happened to the ground?! How— how bad did I fall?!

... This is bad. Where did I end up this time? [SIIIIIGH.]

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[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Oh, well, this is surprising. Argentine even sounds sort of surprisedish. There's something less monotone at least?

He lurks nearby as he is prone to do.]

Niwa?

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke almost loses his balance again. Maybe it's better just to kneel for now, but he's sort of afraid he'll fall through the floor. The vertigo makes him feel heavier, so heavy he could sink right in...

He jerks his head upward when he hears a familiar monotone.]

Argentine-san! What's... going on? Did we get trapped inside of something?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Oh Daisuke. Argentine crouches down near him to speak easier.]

We can leave. This place doesn't exist in Azumano, though. [Thoughtful.] My Creator will be pleased to see you here.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good. I mean... the leaving part. So it's not connected to Azumano at all? That's strange. I wonder how I got here, then.

[Wait.]

Hiwatari-san is here? [He sounds a little disbelieving, seeing as... Satoshi is usually smarter than Daisuke, and tends to trip and fall into weird parallel worlds much less often.]

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[A pause. He thought his name was Satoshi. Oh well.] Yes, he is. He and I have been capable of arriving to this place for some time.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Maybe cursed DNA comes with the curse of a thousand names.

Daisuke looks a bit shocked at that second part.]

But... I never knew. No one ever mentioned it to me.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

They told me you couldn't come here. It didn't seem important to tell you. My Creator's reasons are likely similar. [He thinks for a moment. He has been trained somewhat in humans by now, mostly by people pitying his lack of knowledge.] Are you all right?

[insynch.livejournal.com]

But... I'm here now. That's kinda odd.

[He might be sulking a bit, but it's mostly because he's trying to pick up all the stuff he spilled and he can't see it against the starry floor.] Oh-- yeah, I'm fine. [He smiles.] I was freaked out for a minute there, but as long as you and Hiwatari-san are okay, then there's no need to worry.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

It is strange, yes. [Though Daisuke's comment makes him blink. He ends up moving to help Daisuke pick up some of his things, holding them out.] Be careful here. There are many types of humans and some that aren't human at all. Please tell me or my Creator if you need help. Until he says otherwise, I serve you.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Awww, Argentine. Daisuke looks a little surprised, and then grateful as he takes the artsy bits and tucks them back into his pencil pouch.] Thanks... eheh.

[But then--]

... Are they dangerous, Argentine-san? You shouldn't be fighting anything. Hiwatari-san, too!

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head.]

I fought because I had not choice. He was safe, however. Two men came here not long ago and arranged battles. I was broken in the fight but am repaired now. [He holds his arms out to the side to show he's fine.] However, there are many humans who seem kind as well.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke's eyes widen. As Argentine goes on, he just... looks more upset.] You were broken? Argentine-san, you should have told me! We could have figured something out! Even if I couldn't come to this world until now, maybe I could have... given you something, or... Towa-chan...

The point is, I guess, that you don't have to keep things from me anymore. [He pauses.] Though it's kind of weird that you listen to me at all, but... you should be able to ask me for help, too, if you need it! Okay?

I hope Mom doesn't find out about this. She'll never let me forget it.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[The shounen moment leaves Argentine more surprised than Daisuke's actual appearance here.]

I...will remember that. I didn't intend for it to bother you. My Creator took care of my final repairs. [Then he straightens up.] I will answer any questions you have, Niwa.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke's brows furrow as he shoves the last book back into his bag. It's more out of concentration than... anger. He doesn't do angry very easily, obviously, since the look fades after a second or two.]

... Okay.

[At least now he can focus on what the hell this place IS. He adjusts his backpack and tries to stand up. This time, he succeeds, though he pointedly avoids looking down.]

Um. How do we go home?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

It was explained to me as thinking about home and going there. I find it more second nature, like going through the hallways. It is a subconscious thought. Perhaps trying it will show better results? You return the same way.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

Going through the hallways...

[He touches his chin, thoughtful.] I guess I can try. [He takes a step forward. It looks like he's about to trip, but then he disappears.

TODAY IS JUST NOT HIS DAY.

He manages to reappear in one piece despite literally tripping between dimensions.]

It worked!

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine gives him a small smile.] Good. Time does not pass, so there's no need to worry. I also believe Kokuyoku will not reach you here. My Creator has no difficulties from his share.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Whoa, Argentine smiled. Daisuke returns it after a brief moment of 'oh wow', though his is naturally much brighter.]

Ah... so that's why Dark is so quiet. And why... [He trails off into his own thoughts for a minute. It's obvious to most that he's uncomfortable with the idea of being separated from Dark for any length of time. Unfortunately he has no choice but to accept it.

Oh wait. He was talking to someone.]

Did Hiwatari-san ever say anything about why this is here?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva's shota senses are tingling!! That sounds wrong, haha. But in any case, Diva is there starting to pick up his things, smiling lightly}

It's not as bad as you think, actually. It's called the Astral Plane.

[ex_fatalist246]

[As is his want, a Hiwatari appears from who knows where. He doesn't look particularly happy to see Niwa, but then, he doesn't seem particularly happy most of the time, nor does he seem particularly upset, so there isn't much to be read into that.]

[With all the social skills of an awkward but probably-not-murderous coelacanth, Satoshi picks up one of Daisuke's binders and offers it to him.]

[He is probably wondering how the hell Daisuke managed to trip on nothing.]

[insynch.livejournal.com]

['Saffy apped another shota!! I MUST INVESTIGATE'

I mean.

Daisuke is appreciative of the help, though he has to look up. And uh, wow, boobs ajlkflff.]

I-it's like a dream... where I still manage to trip over something. [internal grimace] 'The Astral Plane'? I'm sorry, but I can't stay here. I need to get back to Azumano before people start worrying.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino sympathizes with you Daisuke. He also for a moment thinks you're someone he knows.] Tsuna...? [But he realizes that it isn't him a second later. Still, he doesn't see a reason to let that stop him from helping by picking up a few of Daiskue's things for him] I take it you're new here?

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Oh Satoshi. When will you make sense?

Satoshi's sudden appearance makes him jump about three feet in the air.]

H-Hiwa-ta-tari-san—!!

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When did you get here?

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke misses that first part.] Ah, thanks... sorry about the mess. Yeah, I'm really new. What's... [He looks around.] Where are we? How do I get back home?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino is an expert at tripping over nothing. He understands that all to well.] Don't worry about it, believe me this place has seen a lot worse. This is the Astral Plane, you can go back home by thinking about it.