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[A tall man arrives to the Plane with only a momentary look of wide-eyed shock before his face settles into its default nonchalant expression. He takes a glance behind and finds no entrance from which to exit. Feeling for one does not work for the place has gotten so much bigger in so short an amount of time.

He takes quiet steps with long strides, quietly walking along the nothingness which reflected fractured, mismatched astral skies.]

Heh. It's like patchwork. [There's smirk tugging at just one corner of his lips and his previously dull green eyes flicker with menace, despite the calm and level tone of his voice.

Perhaps it was a strange thing to find humor in, but what caused him to smile in such an manner was even stranger: the metallic scent that hung in the air— was it air?

He passed what appeared to be a beach and some harps, among among other things. He didn't bother with the Information Kiosk, doubting its existence as something more than an elaborate illusion.

It reminded him of blood. Like a raven to carrion, he found himself drawn to this place, although he did cut short his leisurely walk through the expanse.]

Alright, that's enough... it's been a great show, I have to admit. I'm impressed. Now...

[He raises his head defiantly to the sky that stretched out above him, refracted the roaming stars of the abyss below. The next time he speaks, it's still calm, but with a sharper, more threatening edge.]

Show yourselves.

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[Having had those abnormal powers, albeit temporarily, had been an interesting turn of events. Whenever they could return back to their homes she had collected for herself a fair number of new handbags to take with.

She had been spending her time now wandering the Plane to see what else had been conjured up because of these bizarre happenings.]

[Or at east she had been until she felt a cold shock run straight through her body. As her eyes went wide and her pupils dilated she found herself rooted to the spot.

She sensed them. They were here. On the Plane.

Already her heart rate was beginning to race as she looked around. Her initial thought was to run. Drop from the Plane and get back home. But she couldn't now. No one could. And now that one of them were here the same applied to him or her.]

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[Against not only common sense, better judgment and the fact that her mind was screaming at her not to, she cautiously headed closer to where she had sensed them. It was something that didn't take her long to track though-- despite how big the Plane was it seemed to come closer together at the most horrible of times.

Or at least, that's how it seemed to Ai.

Her footsteps came to a halt when she could see someone standing there. A tall figure cloaked in a black coat. From beneath his hat his long hair hung. And as soon as he started talking she thought her heart had actually stopped.

Of all those that could have arrived-- Gin.]

[Ever attentive, even in this strange new world, he glanced in Ai's direction when he glimpsed the familiar colour of her hair out of the corner of his eye. He lowered his head and his gaze followed, before floating back towards where he had seen the girl.

She's still a little way away and Gin has yet to register her size.]

She— no.

[Ah, wait, the more he looks at her, the younger she looks. Too young, he decides, unless it's just another trick of the light— maybe not light, whatever it was that this place was made up of; what he had seen of this place seemed to him as though it were born of a mind influenced by hallucinogenics.

Maybe it was her and she simply appeared shorter. It made about as much sense as anything else here and so he began to walk over to her, calmly.]

Sherry?

((Aha, for now, he's just making a guess, because everything else about the place was so weird, he could buy a shrunken Shiho. Don't worry, Ai isn't really uncovered just yet! xD;

Maybe if she plays her cards right... she can throw him off her trail. ^^;))

[Oh just forget her life--

This had to be a trick. It couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. Not here, not him, of all people! And hopefully she was far enough away for him not to notice the reflection of absolute terror that flashed across her face at the sound of her codename.

Ai needed to think and she needed to think fast.

Already she could hear Conan's nagging voice in her mind repeating over and over again to play up the child act card. Before she found it to be pointless, especially since she was mostly around either Agasa or the kids, and with the kids they didn't seem to care in the slightest that she acted mature for her age. But this-- this very moment she had to come up with something on the spot or else forfeit the restricted freedom she had found for herself when she escaped them.

Forcing herself to smile, painfully so at that, she willed her feet to move to draw a few steps closer. When she was close enough she spoke up. Miraculously she managed not to squeak, mumble or even stutter.]

Are you lost, mister?

[When she drew near, he simply watched. But when she stopped, he took a few more steps to close the remaining distance. His cold eyes scrutinized her face, but her voice distracted him.

The way she addressed him was not like her at all. That childish voice was not Sherry's.

More and more, this one started to look like a child. It confused him enough to leave him speechless, at least for a moment.]

[So. Sherry had not only shrunken into a child, but is now calling him mister and asking if he's lost.]

... this joke isn't funny. [He did not look impressed.

Perhaps her act would work?]

[The words in her mind were becoming a mantra for her, the same instructions being repeated over and over and over again: Stay clam. Keep smiling. Drop the attitude. It was the only way she was going to get through this with her life in tact.]

But I didn't make a joke! I only asked if you were lost!

[He narrowed his gaze, studying her.

Luckily for you, Ai, up until now, your performance has been spot-on.

He's still suspicious, but you're getting him to have second thoughts.

He makes a thoughtful sound, before crouching down low so that he's almost at her level. This would most certainly count as an invasion of personal space, not that he cared; as far as he's concerned, he's just getting a better look at her.

There may be a hand reaching up to catch your hair.]

And if I was?

[Children are antsy, aren't they? Always energetic and filled with energy? Let's hope so because that's what she's going for.

Moving to avoid the hand in a fluid motion as if she hadn't even noticed it to begin with, she hopped to the side a few steps before pointing in the direction of the kiosk.]

Then you should go to the kiosk and pick up some pamphlets! They're supposed to be very helpful and has tons of information about this place.

[All the while her thoughts were racing, hoping and praying that this would work.]

[Well if that isn't a creepy bastard.

OBVIOUSLY what Gin wants more of is kids, so this time he gets a 15-year-old line-facing kid who is a cop in his spare time. But it's school uniform all the way, here.] The pamphlets explain it.

[You're not exactly cute for a kid, either.]

Give me one good reason why I should trust what they have to say.

[Line-facing kid, meet apathetic assassin, who seems to think now is a good time to light up.]

[His eyes narrowed in annoyance when she moved away, but he kept his left hand raised, before slowly lowering his hand to his knee. Children really are troublesome.]

Acting was never your strong point.

[Her acting had no issues he could detect just yet, but he figured he had nothing to lose by continuing to speak to her as though she were Sherry: if she were, it would be his gain; If she were not, all that would happen might be that the girl would think him very strange... not that he cared.]

[Niwa covers the cute department, thanks kindly.]

You don't have a choice in it.

[With her arm still outstretched and pointing the way it took everything she had not to tremble. Just how long could she hold up this act before cracking under the pressure?]

Acting? What do you mean, mister?

Stop calling me that.

[His tone was gruff and impatient.]

...
[Gin was not going to follow the orders of what appeared to be nore more than a mere boy.

Still, the boy may have a point there, so Gin smirked.] Oh?

[Dino has walked among the darker elements of humanity all this life. There's something about this man that brings that to mind, although he isn't sure of what that could mean or if it's just paranoia brought on by recent events. Still, at least it makes him curious about this stranger.] Just who do you expect to show up?

Whoever's in charge.

[Gin glanced briefly at him, but his gaze did not linger more than he felt was necessary. He sounded disinterested.

By the time Dino approached him, Gin had already diverted his attention from the starry "skies" to tap a cigarette out of one of the packs he brought along.]

[Dino shoves his hands in his pocket, an action that moves his jacket aside enough to reveal a glimpse of the whip clipped to his belt.] That might be a bit of a problem. No one has really seen them for a while, and things have been a bit crazy around here. Well, crazier than normal anyway.

You'll be trapped here if you don't.

[Just keep it up, Ai. Keep it up.]

Oh... okay!

Hmph.

[He slowly rose, eyes still fixed on Ai.

Then, he smiled again.]

I suppose you're right... what was I thinking, talking to some brat... you couldn't possibly be that woman.

[He turned away.] I guess I'll go get some pamphlets.

[Despite his relaxed, almost flippant tone, it goes without saying that Ai was far from safe with Gin's arrival.]

I'll go... when I feel like it.

[He'll blow smoke lazily into the air.]

So, this dump's fallen into anarchy?

[Gin pretended not to notice it, smoking his cigarette.]

[No one had to tell her that. It went without saying, of course. The smile falters and fades when he turns his back, but she doesn't dare to move an inch.

Fear was funny like that.

She can't bring herself to say anything. She didn't want to maintain his attention any longer than she already had.]

[Satoshi doesn't shrug at this, but the general tone is that of apathy.] All right. [If somebody doesn't want to be helped, then they don't want to be helped.]

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[Sorry for the delay~ had an exam. x3;;]

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<3 I know how it goes