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[The first time he entered the plane he thought he was dead. Sometimes Heero preferred it that way, but usually not. Not anymore anyway. Then he found himself back at the shop, right back into trying to find the man he'd been chasing after. Pulling the radio from his pocket, he brought it to his lips] Alpha team, I'm moving in. [Pushing the door open slightly, he slid inside, gun drawn and peering about before stepping inside.]

[He found himself on the plane again, gun drawn and pointed ahead of him. The never ending space. Home. It wasn't right, but it didn't stop him from walking about the plane cautiously. He wanted answers and he would get them.] Whoever is in control, come out now.

[No response. That figured. He slid the gun back into his shoulder holster under his uniform jacket and approached the bar. Why was there a bar here? He stood there with his fists clenched at his sides, watching the plane and anticipating something.]

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[stillshinigami]

[Now that Duo had a moment alone, he had been mulling over the facts. Thinking about this place and the consequences for staying as supposed to returning to his own world. It was as simple as thinking about it, they said. Rather, you do it as you would walk. And it worked. There and back in almost an instant. But for now this place was safe. Duo downs the rest of his drink and rises to go and grab another, turning to look at the man who entered. Wait. He stops fast and stares.]

Heero?

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[Looking towards Duo, he narrowed his eyes and slid a hand under his jacket.] And you are?

[stillshinigami]

[Duo's lips flat-lined at the response and he gave the boy an incredulous look.]

As if you don't know. It's me, Duo.

Or did you forget about me already?

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[It's hard to tell without the braid. Heero eyes him up for a moment before letting a slight look of suprise wash over his face.]

Duo?

[He takes a step closer.]

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Yeah. Man. It's been a long time, man.

[Not that this isn't the last place he'd think he'd ever see Heero. He aged well. Didn't look a day older than the last time he saw him.]

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[It hadn't been that long. Maybe a month or so. That wasn't important though.]

What happened to your hair?

[He never expected Duo to cut his braid. He always fought so hard to keep it.]

[stillshinigami]

[A hand slowly crept up to his close cropped locks.]

I cut it off myself a while ago. You were there, you were...

[Aw man.] Just let it go, alright?

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[Time to look surprised again. He shook his head no.]

No I wasn't.

[stillshinigami]

[Sure he was. Wasn't he? There were plenty of possibilities. Why Heero didn't remember? Had he blocked out the ordeal? Didn't seem like him to do that. He'd have remembered.]

Bullshit. You don't remember what happened when we busted you out?

No?

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[That was simple. He had never been there to experience it.]

You never rescued me.

[He was sure of that. After all, he had been the one to rescue Duo in the OZ prison.]

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[Insistent.] Yes I did.

[His face becomes a bit dark, but even he realizes there has to be another explanation for it. Maybe. Or maybe not.]

I don't get it. You don't remember, huh? It doesn't matter. How about we just focus on the here and now?

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[Right. He took a look around the plane, frowning slightly as he did so.]

Where are we?

[stillshinigami]

[Well, that was one bullet dodged.]

They call this place the plane. Sure you noticed the stars and stuff outside, right? The fact that you can't actually see the ground?

[He picks up his glass and fetches Heero another, offering to pour him some.]

Apparently we're here to be experimented on.

[darkercalling]

[A blindfolded young man in a long, black cloak is standing nearby, arms crossed, debating whether or not to approach. At the demand for the one in charge, though, he seems to make up his mind. With a shake of his head, he steps toward the newcomer.]

They won't answer. Especially not like that.

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[As soon as he heard those words, he whirled around with his gun out and pointed at the blindfolded young man. Yeah, he was really good at doing that.]

Who are you?

[A bit demanding, but he wasn't going to play games.]

[darkercalling]

[The second the gun is pointed at him, Riku's sword is out - a mechanical contraption, shaped like the wing of a bat - and he stands in a defensive position.]

Riku. [He... actually smirks.] If you put down your weapon, I'll put mine away, too. I'm fine answering questions about this place, just not when someone's acting like they're going to shoot me.

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[It was an interesting sword, but it looked too ornamental to be actually useful. Taking a moment to think about it, he lowers his arm and the gun is once again secured in it's holster]

Where am I?

[Riku was it? He made a mental note to remember his name and face.]

[darkercalling]

[True to his word, Riku put his sword away, and crosses his arms again.]

The Astral Plane. It's sort of like a connection between worlds and universes. No one you meet here is actually from here.

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[That doesn't stop him from keeping his eyes on Riku. He can't trust him completely to keep his word.]

How did I get here?

[He had a vague idea that it had something to do with that shop, but he wasn't certain. Riku seemed to know a good deal about this place.]

[darkercalling]

The shop you entered - they brought you here. But now that you're actually here, you can come here and go back to your own world whenever you want. Just think about it.

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[That sounded simple enough, but he knew there was a catch to it. Nothing was ever that simple]

What's the catch?

[darkercalling]

[Of course it's not that simple. Honestly, Riku's glad that the kid already knows this - makes explanations easier.]

This place isn't always safe. Sometimes, we get trapped here. Maybe something terrible happens, or maybe we're just stuck. Still, we've managed to work our way through everything the Machine's tried on us so far.

There are also experiments. Strange, unexplainable things happen to you. [He hesitates.] If you want an example, one of my friends here is... suddenly a girl. No one knows why.

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[That's not at all surprising to be honest, the whole not safe thing.]

Experiments. [He says to himself. Old hat to him really. But those were some really interesting experiments to be thrown into. The machine had an odd sense of humour and he didn't like it.]

[darkercalling]

[He nods.] Just be careful.

What's your name, anyway?

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I will be. [He wasn't that reckless any more.]

Heero.