Self-portrait with Masks

[ex_fatalist246]

[So. He has the power to create anything.]

[In the ballroom, he makes the tools of his family's trade. He makes paintbrushes and easels, pallets, chisels, each ornate and ribbed in gold, decorated by wings and twists. Any artists around, come one, come all! And come fast.

Because as he makes them, he destroys them, letting them fade before they can stay for too long.]

[Lead me not into temptation.]

That's it, then.

Comments

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Taking your anger out on something?

[ She enters quietly, silent as a black cat prowling for something to catch its attention. The flux of power that seems to go on in this new kakera is enough to make her want to investigate. ]

[ex_fatalist246]

No.

[He makes them all fade away. Then he looks at her.]

I don't know you.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

You don't.

[ Flat, cold reply. ] I'm a new visitor to this kakera.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Suspicious of others by nature] Is it a fragment?

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ Is something to be suspicious of, you're good. ]

It appears as one in the Sea of Kakera. But it's also an experiment, isn't it? That's what I was told.

[ex_fatalist246]

The people in charge change things to see what happens.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

And the pieces act as guinea pigs.

Am I wrong in this assumption?

[ex_fatalist246]

Not really. There's some disagreements between them, so sometimes we're left alone.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

There's been large fluxes of energy since my arrival. [ She gestures to the area that surrounds them ] Is this normal?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[Watching quietly, she was apparently waiting for a moment between destroyed items to speak up.]

... Satoshi?

[ex_fatalist246]

Haibara. [He leans against one of the chairs.] There should be a pattern to this.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

Finding a common link between everyone would be easiest. [But she's not here just to talk about the Plane's latest bizarre event.] We need to talk.

[ex_fatalist246]

[He looks at her.] What is it?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[She glances around the ballroom just to be sure that it was safe to talk.] Have you spoken to or even seen a man with very long hair and wearing all black?

[ex_fatalist246]

[He pauses for a moment.]

Recent arrival?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[Haibara nods.] Yes, very recent.

[ex_fatalist246]

[nods] You know him.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[It's Daisuke's turn to be a creeper. He watches Satoshi make and unmake so many tools-- how did he do that?-- and then as he considers simply leaving his friend alone, he trips on a dress still hanging on a rack by the door and brings the entire thing down, and then another rack, and then another. The sound of beads, fabric, and crashing hangers echoes through the ballroom for exactly sixteen seconds.

Daisuke is easily spotted by his red hair among the otherwise pale and dark gowns and suits. He's half-buried in his own demise and rather shocked at how badly that just went.]

... oops.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi doesn't turn around.] I suppose that's something I should have been expecting from a Niwa.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Satoshi deals with this frequently, so not batting an eye is perfectly understandable.]

S-sorry! I didn't mean to...

[ex_fatalist246]

Were you doing something you should apologise for?

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Spying on you.] -- N-no! But I knocked over all of these outfits... [He manages to extract himself from the mess. Sigh. Time to untangle them.]

... I didn't want to startle you, either.

[So that's a yes.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[sigh, Niwa] You can't do it. [He means crazy creation powers. Obviously Daisuke should read his mind and know this.]

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[What. You're missing sentences.]

Hiwatari-kun? Can't do... what?

[He's halfway through picking up another gown and stops, as if Satoshi is telling him that he can't clean up his mess.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[He raises a hand and makes--handcuffs. Yes. Handcuffs. Out of nowhere. To demonstrate.]

Control things.