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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki appears on the plane in casual clothes. With an entire batting-cage setup in tow. Complete with nets, pitching machines, buckets of balls, and racks on racks of beat up bats. She goes around for a few minutes making sure everything still works, even without anything to plug it into. Which it does. Of course. Then she switches one of the pitching machines on high and starts cracking balls into the net, one after the other, with Totally Unnecessary Ferocity.]



[[Right after this, so naturally she is in a VERY VERY bad mood. Hence the stealing of her favorite batting cages.]

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[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

[Here's a very happy, bouncy Shun] You're good at that.

[contract_star]

[Look who's feeling better! Hei comes over and watches her bat for awhile before speaking.]

Bad day?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't even stop swinging to reply.]

Thank you. [Each forced word falls on the crack of her bat.]

Would you mind refilling the bucket before I run out of balls?

[Too late. She grunts.] Misaki Kirihara. I don't believe we've met.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She didn't see him come up. At the sound of his voice, she misses her swing, and then goes ahead and throws the bat with a snarl, surprising herself. It bounces off the pitching machine, which falls over and starts spitting balls rhythmically across the Astral floor.]

You would know about those. [She bites back and turns away. This isn't her. But a kid. Another kid.]

[contract_star]

[...Whoa, he wasn't expecting that. He watches the pitching machine spit balls, a little wide-eyed.

Waits a moment for her to calm down, then,] What happened?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She presses a hand to her her face] Some murderer I can't even catch a bare lead on piled a kid's remains on a seesaw for a laugh.

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

We haven't meet. I'm Shun, it's nice to meet you. I don't think I've ever seen anyone bring this much stuff on to the Astral Plane before.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She yanks another bucket full of balls from the rack and starts dumping them into the machine.] If they miss it then I'll know I'm not crazy.

[contract_star]

[Goes immediately :|]

Contractor?

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

[Watching her] You still aren't sure this place is real?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Just too damn tired]

...yes.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and slows, setting the bucket aside.] I'd like to question it. I really would.

[contract_star]

[Frowns.]

But that doesn't make sense. They don't kill needlessly. [Pause.] Unless it's an obeisance.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Meh face. Got it in one. She doesn't say anything, just sets about righting the pitching machine]

[contract_star]

[Frowns at the ground and is silent for awhile.]

Any patterns in the murders?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Now that's anger management.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She grits her teeth and hits the next ball hard enough that the bat splinters. She glares at it.]

Unfortunately, it's not working.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Nothing. No consistent MO, no consistent drop point for the body, no consistent witness accounts except for mentions of a blue light. Nothing except the fact that the child is always killed elsewhere.

[contract_star]

[Rubs his chin, thinking.]

You mean that there's no blood found at the scene?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She finishes fixing up the machine and crosses her arms, as though to defend against the memory.] Not the first time. The first time it was messy. The child was stabbed to death. There were hesitation marks and the body wasn't presented in any particular way, just left out where it would be found. He was more careful with the second one, and by the third...

[Closed eyes, slight sway.] He's beginning to enjoy himself.

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

Would this place being real really be so bad.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[eyes widen a bit] Careful, there. That's a lot of power in those hits. What's the ball supposed to be?

[contract_star]

[Eyes widen a little.]

He's using his power as an excuse for his obeisance? [Looking down,] Have Contractors really changed that much, in the future? It's not logical at all...

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Turns the bucket over and sits on it.] Not necessarily. I'm barely used to my own world, and now I have this one to deal with.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Teensy bit of fondness leaks into her voice.] Neither were you.

[Facepalm.] Ignore that. I'm too tired for anyone's good.