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[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[it's time for the detective to investigate things. Fumie appears on the Astral Plane and looks around for a minute before popping out and back in with a comfy chair, blanket and what looks like a box of food. Looking satisfied, she nods and reaches into the small pink pack at her side and pulls out a fishing pole. Yes, out of a tiny pack.

After checking the string, she sets it down and reaches back into the pack, pulling out this little dude. He's Oyaji, a tiny, adorable old man thing. She pulls out several slips of paper and prods them into Oyaji's back (who squirms at this). Then she hooks him onto the fishing pole, though he doesn't seem to mind that, and points out into the vast expanse]

Oyaji! Go out there and tell me what you find. We're looking for anything, understand?

[Oyaji blinks up at her, then salutes and starts running, squeaking as he goes. Fumie watches for a minute before settling into the chair and keeping the fishing pole firm]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

[And now for something completely different. Mu just STARES at this thing]

Dare I ask?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[looks up cheerfully]

I decided to conduct an experiment!

[lamb_of_gold]

[Takes a seat nearby.]

And what being are you using to conduct it? [Glances at Oyaji]

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Staring at Oyaji] What is that thing?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

He's my servant. He's useful for this sort of business.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

And what sort of business is that?

[noking.livejournal.com]

[Shenzi goes with the crowd and stares at the little man]

That's uh. Weird.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Ah? What's so strange about him?

[noking.livejournal.com]

You have him on a fishing pole.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

What is that thing, desu?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

It's Oyaji, my servant. He's a little outdated, ne?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Is he a Doll, too, desu?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Gives you... "the look" :|]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[she's giving you a look right back :|]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Conducting an experiment of your own, are you?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Have a Bzuh? face from Misaki!] What is that...? And is that fishing pole collapsible?

[A bit concerned/disturbed.] You're the youngest person I've seen here.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head] No, it's just a fishing pole. And that's Oyaji!

[then she nods] I think I am. I'm eleven.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly feels eleven] But... how did it fit in that little bag? Is Oyaji an animal from your world?

[Frowny face] You just got dragged here like the rest? [She's beginning to really hate the Twins and Sault.]

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

... [watches from a distance] Taking the... pet out for a walk~~~~? [smiles~ because there are weird shaped dogs?... or... cats? around, really, especially in Japan...]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Ah, he's not my pet. He's my servant.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

Ara ara, my bad~ [chuckles] So young and already wants to dominate other... creatures~ [still thinks it's some animal though...]

Unique way to keep it from escaping~~ [mutters as he looks after where the little thing went]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he passes Oyaji, gaze following for a moment before he looks to Fumie]

Helpful little fellow, it seems. Anything at all?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Oyaji's a good servant, usually. [but then she frowns and sighs] He hasn't found anything yet. Just empty space.

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

You're trying to find the end?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Mhm! There must be one, right?