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[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

[and the next thing you know, there's a flash of light in the plane; it comes and goes quick like a flicker, but standing in its place is a young girl donning a... lot of pink]

Aha, so this is it? I think I could like this!

Of course, that all depends on what goes on around here... This is a pretty unusual place, y'know-- nothing like I've ever heard of! So that means some interesting things gotta happen, right? So why don't some of you come on out and show me a thing or two?

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[ex_fatalist246]

[Surely even Risa would cry at that much pink.] It's not a game.

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

Oh? You seem pretty confident about that.

[ex_fatalist246]

I am. [linefaaaace] Can I ask who you are? [That question didn't come out as polite as it could have.]

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

... [giggle] Sure. A little confidence is never a bad thing.

Ah--! That's right, where are my manners? This new cute addition would be the great Lady Lambdadelta--!

[ex_fatalist246]

[For all that he is a lineface, there is a distinct aura of '...what' at her manner.] Lady of what? [Focusing on that means not thinking of giggling pinkness.]

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

I'm just a lady, okay? Don't be rude to a girl and question her like that!

[ex_fatalist246]

It's a fair question. [But whatever.] Do you know where you are?

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[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[The flicker shocks Gin into staring, wide-eyed, for the briefest moment (he almost drops his cigarette!), before he regains his composure.

Once he does, he strides over to the girl, the smoke from his lit cigarette drawing a swirling and sprawling trail behind him. His long dark coat and blonde hair that's almost as long flutter with his well-spaced, quiet steps.]

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[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

Who do you think you are? [It's coldly spoken in a calm, somewhat rasping voice, but there's an undeniably dangerous edge to it.]

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

Easy there, tough guy.

[she grins playfully up at him; it's a nice contrast to the rather seriously grim demeanor he's holding right then]

You want to know? Then I'll give you my name! I'm Lady Lambdadelta, and you better remember it!

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

["Tough guy?" He's this close to drawing his pistol and shooting her obnoxious little grin.

He is not impressed. He almost wished to say "you are not a lady," but then he remembered Bernkastel.

He might as well entertain her, even if it gives him no useful information, at least for the time being.]

Hmm.

And is this your true form?

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

Haaaa--? You meet someone this adorable for the first time, and that's all you have to ask?

[... how is this girl having Gin make all of these different expressions in such short time?! ]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[Gin's face fell. Could he have been mistaken?

For once, he didn't have a response.]

[collector]

[Ever the courteous gentleman, Braxiatel smiles for Lambda, politely not commenting on quite how much pink is going on there.] What sort of thing would you care to be shown? I'm afraid the twists can be hard to summon on demand.

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

Ah, is that so? Well then! I guess it wouldn't be all that fun if I saw the more exciting things right away... What do you think is easy for you?

[collector]

Shakespeare and accounting, among other things. I also make very good croissants. [The flippant answer is very typical of him.]

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

Can you? Aah, they are wonderful pastries! You'll let me try one sooner or later, won't you?

[collector]

As soon as you would like, Miss. I do have all the time in the world here.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

There you are.

[ No ceremony. At. All. ]

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

--!! Bern! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!!

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Your efforts must have been lackluster if you only found me just now.

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

Hey, you can't blame me when you've ran off to some far off Fragment like this one. You sure know how to pick them, huh, Beeern?

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Aah, yeah. But you were so slow, I managed to get a game started without you.

[whycertainly.livejournal.com]

-- Whaaaat?! ...And you're gonna tell me what it is, aren't you?!

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ Damn witches. That is far too much pink for her tastes. ]

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