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Into the Rabbithole [Complete]

Character(s): Pegasus and Chizuru, and anyone else who wants to wander by?
Content: Pegasus and his awesome campiness and Chizuru and her awesome lesbian-ness collide! Oh noez! =O
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Pegasus being a lush, Chizuru being a lesbo, etc. ~~Please, kids, don't drink and park. Accidents cause people.~~

Still chuckling over his victory, Pegasus strode from the battlefield, savoring the ire of the watching duelists above him as the arena dismantled itself. However desperate they were, whatever strength they dredged up from the depths of their spirits, he would make sure to crush their efforts as soundly as he did their dreams, the way his had been so many years ago. He accepted the congratulations of his bodyguards graciously, taking the briefcase one of them had been holding for him and disappearing down the castle's twisting corridors. A quick check in the kitchen revealed that all was well, and that Seto had indeed been taught to wash dishes; the soulless body was drying a wine glass mechanically, equally glassy eyes staring down at the worn rag making its mindless circles. "Do be careful with those, Kaiba-boy, you know how I love my refreshments. As a matter of fact, you don't even need to put that one away—I feel like celebrating. How about a nice Merlot, hmm?"

"You heard Master Pegasus. Get him his wine." A guard gave Seto a push in the direction of the wine cabinet; the young man brought the bottle back, filling the glass held out to him and staring mindlessly as it was held aloft. "Let's have a toast, shall we? Here's to you, Kaiba-boy, and to your little friends, too. I do so hope their performance will be satisfactory. After all, we wouldn't want you to languish here forever while the pieces fall into place...."

Pegasus took a hearty sip of wine, his eye widening as the scenery suddenly shifted around him. The young man choked and coughed with the sudden surprise, nearly dropping his glass—it remained unshattered and unspilled, but he was still given a dirty look for the sip that had been sprayed all over a young man's shirt. His nice, clean white shirt.... "Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that....." Pegasus smiled apologetically, willing to overlook the initial strangeness of the situation to make amends and try to compose himself. "It was completely unintended, I assure you. Is there anything I might do to make it up to you?"

"Don't.... don't worry about it, sir." The young man twitched a little, but kept his smile frozen in place and his politeness as fixed as ever. Unlike many people—to their displeasure—Pegasus had appeared in the line, not to one side of it. Not only that, but he had appeared directly behind the person just now disappearing through the gates, cutting out the wait entirely. What service! "Your name, please?" The booth keeper asked, reaching for a tissue to try and blot some of the wine off.

"Maximilian J. Pegasus, my good man. And yourself?"

"That's not very important, Mr. Pegasus. Here are your brochures and journal; you may enter Paixao now."

A gleaming gold journal and packet of brochures was handed to him; Pegasus accepted them graciously enough, calling back cheerily as he entered the domed city. "Bye now, don't be a stranger!" There. Now that he was left to his own devices, he could maybe figure out what on earth had happened, and just where Paixao was; this was quite obviously not part of the Shadow Realm, and it didn't feel as if he'd been transported through it somehow.... Just what had happened, anyway?

Well, whatever it was, he might as well finish his drink before anything else happened.....

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Chizuru managed to ditch that pervy old man by ducking into a forest, but suddenly the forest cleared into a wide meadow. The first words to cross her mind were Uh-oh. Where am I now? The golden apparition before her now definitely did not belong to the Karakura region. In fact, it didn't even look like she was in Japan, anymore.

But she hadn't crossed an ocean. She'd been walking towards Tokyo, waving her thumb and hoping to be picked up by a cute lady. But no, instead, it had been a man, a big old truck driver with a beer gut and cigarettes. Still, Chizuru was gracious, said that she was lost and needed to get to Tokyo (which was the truth, if not the whole truth) and would he please take her there? And he said yes, climb on up, girl, so she'd climbed up and sat in the passenger-side seat, taking sure to keep a good two feet between herself and the man. They'd made light talk for about twenty minutes...

... and then he'd pulled over once he had room to do so and the road had no streetlights. But she hadn't hung around for any of that, no thank-you, sir! And then she'd bolted for the woods, lost him... and wound up here. Wherever "here" was. Still, that happy golden place, shining in the morning light, had to be more safe than that trucker's cab. It almost seemed to be calling to her, with its promise of bright, open spaces and people, and Chizuru found herself following that call, skittering across the terrain toward a gate that seemed forged of spun gold in various colors and compounds to emulate flames burning into the heavens.

Clearly, this was some kind of theme park. Well, Chizuru knew all about how to get into theme parks without tickets or money to buy them. The trick was to draw a sketchy rectangle on the back of your hand with a ballpoint pen, smudge it up real hard with some spit and your thumb, and wave it at the people guarding the door for "returning" visitors, who thought that it was the squarish park stamp and didn't look closely! And one didn't run away from home and Karakura Public High School without a ballpoint pen in her jacket pocket!

"Hi," she said sweetly to the gatekeeper, a man (yuck), when she reached the front of the line, waving her "stamped" hand eagerly. "Where's the 'returning' entrance?"

The man looked up, startled. "We don't have a 'returning' entrance," he said. "People don't 'return' to Paixao... May I have your name?" His hand held a pen by an open book, where apparently instead of selling tickets at the gate, these people took names and got back to you later! How convenient! She could lose her way in this park, slip out in another group, and be on her way!

"My name is Honsho Chizuru," she said, scanning the area for ladies.

The man placidly picked one pamphlet off each of the stacks and handed them to her, along with a rectangular device that looked like a tiny laptop computer, but was encased in bright purple plastic. "Well, here are your guidebooks, and here's your complimentary journal, Miss Honsho. Welcome to Paixao, and enjoy your stay!"

"Thank you, I'm sure I will!" Chizuru sighed, forcing a cheerful smile. With this many people, there had to be a few pretty girls somewhere, and what better place to pick up a lifelong partner than a romantic, fantasy-themed park!

It was only after Chizuru had wandered well into what was probably the biggest theme park she had ever been inside that two things occurred to her. One was that she hadn't seen any exit to the golden domes surrounding and covering the place. The other was that the last time Chizuru had checked her watch, shortly before the perv had decided to pull over and have his way with her, it had only been around 8:00 PM. How could it be mid-morning less than an hour later?

Chizuru glanced at her watch in sudden terror. 10:06 AM, said the innocuous digital display. The "complimentary journal", which was clearly high-end technology (and also said the time was shortly after 10 AM), had been given to her for free.

People didn't return to Paixao, so there wasn't a "returning" door. Not because they didn't want to. They never left it.

Maybe she would have been better off with the trucker.

After that encounter with the rather... unfriendly woman, Sabra, Mikami Teru did whatever else he could to try to get his barings around this place. So far, besides her, all he saw was blond and blue eyed people, strange creatures (he thought them as creatures because they were living and breathing, at least apparently so, but his reaper's eyes could not see their names nor life spans), so the only thing Teru knew to look for were people he knew were alive.

Much to his luck (or considering who these people were, his dismay), he saw two sets of numbers. Two sets of names. Above the small crowd of people entering Paixao after him this morning, he saw them- his heart fluttered with excitement, but before he approached them he did the smart thing and hid those two notebooks that had been tucked under his arm in one of the pockets on the inside of his suit. They could not know he had a Death Note.

That said, he slowly approached. He wasn't so sure about making first contact this time around, but if he at least followed one of them he might be able to find someone worth talking to...

Pegasus ended up tucking his wine glass safely into his briefcase to keep it from being broken during his trip, tucking his journal into a pocket for now, and looking over his pamphlets. How interesting..... Paixao, then? This certainly was the strangest sounding city he'd ever had the privilege to set foot into, especially if people weren't allowed to leave....

Well, he'd just have to ask people about this whole forced stay thing, wouldn't he? But first, someone seemed like he might end up asking him something.... Someone who he'd noticed simply because his dark hair and clothing contrasted strongly with the blue-eyed, blond-haired people that surrounded them. Pegasus noted with pleasure that he looked somewhere around his age, and perhaps were even in a similar profession, judging by the suit.... He looked Japanese, too, which was nice. Pegasus offered Teru a charismatic smile, lifting a hand in a cheery greeting and turning to give him his full attention. "You look rather lost.... Do you need something?"

He himself, though? He could say with some pride that he was not lost, despite having never been here before. He was at Muspelheim Gate, in the city of Paixao. He knew exactly where he was, and he knew exactly where he was going--because he had yet to decide on going anywhere. Maybe once he had a goal to get lost towards, then he could try his hand at it here....

The strange man seemed to notice him. Teru perked slightly at the sound of his voice, one that was apparently addressing him, and let a very small smile cross his face in spite of himself. Really, he was wondering what fool would be wandering around with long white... silver... slightly purpley-tinted hair. That had to be a wig; it sort of reminded him of those rockers that all the teenage girls fawned over.

Blech. What was he, a cosplayer?

Still, he seemed intelligent enough to converse with. At least more friendly than Sabra was. He cleared his throat and quickly approached the man once he had his attention, offering him a deep bow before greeting him. "Hello. I apologize for looking at you in such a manner, it's just that I have yet to see many variation from the blond and blue-eyed people of this city..."

Two men caught Chizuru's eye. Not because they were MEN of course (yuck!), but because they WEREN'T blonde and (presumably) blue-eyed. She'd HEARD of extremely homogeneous populations, but this was getting ridiculous! Still, men weren't exactly her thing, so she kept a good distance and watched for pretty ladies instead.

He would have complained at Teru's train of thought. Really now, a fool? He liked his hair, thank you very much! Long, soft, straight, shimmering silver locks.... A gorgeous mane befitting a man of his distinction and stature, a lion in the entertainment industry and in the news. He'd had it like this ever since he was a child, and more importantly--she was always the most important thing--Cecilia had liked it. She'd loved to run her fingers through his hair, play with it, admire it, much as he did to her own beautiful blonde tresses. It took far too much effort to care for and cultivate to be a wig--cosplayers rockers could eat their hearts out, because a wig would never come even close to his luxurious locks....

Ah, traditional greeting.... He was used to more western mannerisms, even in Japan, but he was still at least conversant in things like this. Pegasus bowed politely in return, keeping his head at an angle with the ease of long practice so that the hair covering his Eye wouldn't be disturbed. "Oh, there's nothing to apologize for, my good man--I think anyone who isn't blond and blue-eyed would gravitate towards each other in this crowd, don't you?" He laughed quietly, looking around to prove his point; his eyes skimmed straight over Chizuru before returning to her; she was the only other person who didn't sport blond hair nearby, after all.

Still, his attention returned to Teru quickly enough. Maybe someone who had a purpose here would be able to tell him more about leaving--as pleasant as this all was, he had his own personal island and castle to get back to, and the remainder of his tournament to oversee.... "I don't suppose you had a reason for coming to this city, did y--oh!" He snapped his fingers suddenly, bringing a hand up to his face. "Where are my manners? I'm terribly sorry about that. My name is Maximilian Pegasus, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. ....?"

"...Yes," Teru agreed to his first words almost hesitantly, as if the more time he spent with this strange man, the more he wondered if this would be a bad idea. So far so good, however, so he would be tolerated for now. He stood straight again and watched the man make his bow.

He gave a glance to the female off in the distance as well: Honsho Chizuru, he saw immediately. Would have a long life. Hm. Interesting. She must not be from this Paixao either. Focusing his attention back to Pegasus, a brow quirked slightly, and he knew his name before it could be uttered from his lips.

"No, I hadn't, Mr. Pegasus," he replied evenly, as the other man... introduced himself; a calm, pleasant expression on his face. "My name is Mikami Teru. You didn't have any intention of coming here either, then, I presume."

Chizuru was getting more and more worried. Not only were those two strange men giving her creepy glances (ew, they're older MEN, ew!), but there was, as she'd suspected, no sign of an exit to this Paixao place. She was trapped, and trapped well. If that trucker came to find her... she shook the thought out of her head and looked around again, and again she found nothing.

The dark-haired man, quite blatantly Japanese in origin, stared at her for a long moment. HE SAW HER. Chizuru ducked behind a few other people and waited until he looked away. It felt like forever, and it wasn't just the fact that it was a man staring at her that made it feel that way, the man had a distinctly spooky gaze that made her feel as if he were walking over her grave... and had stopped for a minute to spite her.

Where, oh where was 'Hime with an innocent smile to comfort her and not-so-innocent chest pillows to lean her head on? If ever Chizuru had missed her longtime crush, it was now, lost in a strange city-place with no exit and a couple of MEN staring at her.

But lo! A miracle! As Chizuru gazed blankly at the screen of the electronic journal she'd been giving, hoping against all hope for something familiar-- a note! Posted to the message board... from one Kurosaki Ichigo.

Okay, so it wasn't 'Hime, not even close, but at least it was someone else from Karakura, and maybe the Strawberry of Doom would know how to get back home... where maybe 'Hime would be waiting with open arms? Nah, Chizuru didn't fool herself that much, Orihime had rejected her and been quite specific about that. They were only friends.

And she quite deliberately crushed the little voice in the back of her head, when it mentioned that maybe Ichigo didn't know how to go home, either.

Had Pegasus known that Teru could see such statistics, he would have been curious to know what the man could see about him. Not that he knew it, of course, but his would be an abrupt and violent end, and very soon--if the death note didn't count Paixao's interference, he had only a few days left to live. "A pleasure, Mr. Mikami." The greeting was cheery enough, though he wondered briefly if he should have reordered his name. It just felt so odd when his name was so western, and besides, everybody who was anybody knew him the way he'd introduced himself!

It actually made him wonder just who Teru was, anyway. Most people knew him either by sight or reputation, certainly; he was quite a tycoon, after all, and a fair philanthropist. "As a matter of fact, I didn't. And for that matter, It doesn't look like our other non-blonde companion intended to, either, does it?" Pegasus noted, having caught the movement of Chizuru ducking behind people. "The poor thing, she must be scared half to death, suddenly popping up here...."

No, he wasn't being an ass just to be one--though that was an enjoyable pastime--he actually was clueless about eminently freaking her out even worse, by smiling and waving. Probably even worse with the pet name, too.... but how was he to know she wouldn't appreciate him being friendly? "Are you lost too, dear?" Three heads were better than one, after all. They could help each other figure out where to go and what to do so they could all get back home safe and sound.

It was not the death note which gave him this power, but his own eyes--well, a god of death's eyes, that he had traded at the price of cutting his mortal life span in half. He may very well have had only a few days or months himself. Unfortuantely, the reaper's eyes could not tell their owner what their fate was--only others, and it told to him their names and their lives in reaper's numbers. He saw Pegasus' name and lifespan easily enough, but seeing this second case alongside Chizuru's made him think something might be amiss. The numbers, they were different...

Away from his thoughts' reverie, he arched a brow at the female who seemed to be nervous at just his glance and offered a look back at Pegasus once more. "It seems no one beside these blond and blue eyed individuals are really 'in place' here. But what is it that draws us here? It can't be something supernatural, perhaps a kidnapper..."

No, he shouldn't go spouting his ideas out like that. No one must know of any information he happened to piece together about this Paixao; the first person to know should be Kira. He needed to find Kira. Together they could get out.

He fell silent then, letting Pegasus communicate with the paranoid girl. He had to smirk slightly at her, knowing this strange man would probably downright terrify her--at least Mikami looked lie a normal person.

Chizuru snapped her journal shut and nearly dropped it in her panic when the platinum-haired man greeted her. Only a split-second later, she realized how stupid that must have looked to anyone paying attention, INCLUDING the man (who would probably kill her if he knew how metrosexual she thought he looked, it was always the weird ones) and his dark-haired companion-- the one whose gaze had spooked her so.

It hadn't helped too much, actually. Ichigo hadn't known anything about how to get home, and had implied that Kuchiki Rukia (who was also here?) didn't know how to go home, either. Still, at least she knew they were here, it wasn't just her.

She bit back a snarl of, "I don't do MEN", and forced herself to replace it with a friendly smile and a reply of, "Hi?" She didn't let the man, gay as he looked, get too close, and remained on the lookout for ladies...

"I suppose they've lived here long enough to where they didn't need to actually come, purposefully or not." Pegasus agreed. "Or perhaps they were drawn here too, once upon a time? It would be positively ghoulish if people who got pulled here were turned into them, don't you think? A real-life rendition of Stepford Wives...." Only gender-neutral, evidently, or he would be thankful for being a man. That would be quite a conspiracy theory, wouldn't it? ....Oh, hopefully that reference wouldn't be too obscure for Teru. It was American, after all....

The thought of not looking like a real person--and metrosexual, coming from Chizuru--might have hurt Pegasus' feelings, had he heard it--but he wasn't scanning anyone's mind at the moment, so the thoughts remained entirely private. He smiled at her little start then more broadly as the friendly expression was reciprocated, politely ignoring it and remaining where he was--he didn't want to antagonize her, after all. She looked nervous enough already.... "You're the only other one around here without blonde hair--I just thought it might be best for all of us who came here to put our heads together and think of how to go back home. What do you think about that, hmm?"

Still watching the two of them, Teru mused inside of himself, having nothing to say at the moment. He vaguely remembered something about what Pegasus had mentioned; wasn't that an American movie? He didn't have time to go out and see movies, as a lawyer and all...

That aside, it seemed the girl didn't really like other people--or maybe she was spooked simply because they were men? Japanese school girls tended to be skittish like that, he supposed. He sort of pitied her for being all alone here. And for having to be approached by someone like Mr. Pegasus over there...

But his amusement was not shown on his face. Rather, his expression was quite dead pan, but there was a slight tilt of his head.

"I... I'm okay," Chizuru said slowly, partly trying to convince herself as much as anyone else, partly because she wasn't sure how good the American's Japanese was. "Really. I'm okay. Actually, I've found some kids from my school," indicating the journal, "and we're all trying to figure out where and when we're going to meet and compare notes on this place." She blinked concernedly at the journal. "Apparently, some of us have been here longer than others... but I would have noticed their being absent from class, wouldn't I? Which doesn't make sense... Oh! I'm rambling! Sorry! The point is, I've got some friends here-" well, sortof. Rukia, maybe. "-so I'm really okay, really, I am."

Then it occurred to her that she was being really rude, and maybe the American man needed to go home every bit as badly as she did, and she'd just turned down completely his offer of "putting our heads together". "Maybe you can come with? I dunno... But you're right, 'two heads are better than one'."

Even if the second head was a guy's.

Poor thing looked rather shaken up, didn't she? The slowness was chalked up to that--it didn't even occur to him that she thought he might not be fluent. After all, he'd spent years in Domino City.... "Oh, did you? How splendid!" He beamed, clapping his hands together happily for her; it was probably something he ought to try doing soon, locating people.... Not that he really had....friends to contact. Maybe he could just see if there were any duelists here? Or maybe if Croquet had made the trip, or Yugi-boy, or anybody else.... though he had to wonder if Yugi would be better than nobody at all, considering their, ahem, "adversarial" relationship.

....So, yes. Hopefully some kind of duelist who didn't happen to be in Yugi's little posse. Things were starting to look bleak in that regard. The rambling about her friends was puzzling indeed, but he listened with polite interest, wondering just how it was they could have been gone without being absent. The best excuse he could think of involved Doppleganger.... But that did seem rather farfetched, even to him. Most schoolchildren couldn't summon monsters, after all. "I'm glad to hear that." Another cheerful look, even if this one was a little forced.

What he wouldn't give to be able to contact his special certain someone here.... Cecilia had been his everything. And what did he have now? Three souls in his pocket, one of which was a former friend he'd tossed aside like some piece of rubbish--a necessary action, though still one that hurt him to think about too closely--, a horde of admirers he didn't much care for, a boatload of employees who on the whole probably didn't much care for him, and a band of self-created nemeses. Oh, and a serious young businessman and a skittish teenaged girl, both of whom were total strangers, and neither of whom seemed to like him much at all. Wasn't this a joyous situation to be in? He couldn't even push the thoughts aside and go through with the plan, here--nobody else was here to execute it on, after all. Hopefully they would be searching for him, the tournament couldn't finish without the crowning match against yours truly....

"I don't suppose it would hurt, if you and your friends would have me for a bit--I don't bite, after all." The older man laughed at that, shifting his suitcase to his right hand for an excuse to not offer her a hand to shake, wedding band gleaming with the movement; she looked shaken up enough that he doubted any touch would be a good idea. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner. My name is Maximilian Pegasus, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss....?"

Teru watched the meeting, feeling a bit detached from the two now. The Pegasus man was friendly, Chizuru seemed to be terrified of their very presence, and... well, quite frankly, the only thoughts running through his head now were wondering, if there where people with souls here (he assumed that those who he could not see the lifelines or names of were souless beings o some sort), then surely Kira had to be here as well...

At least he hoped. There were people around who knew of him on the network, and so his hope was strong.

Before the girl could even introduce herself, of course Teru knew her name. He waited his turn to address her as well, shifting uncomfortably with the hidden Death Note tucked under his arm, under his suit... They hadn't spoken of Kira at all, so perhaps they might not know of him, yet... well, no chances could be taken.

"Honsho. Honsho Chizuru," Chizuru answered slowly, nodding her head to acknowledge the introduction. The sudden gleam of a wedding ring did a little to comfort her, since it meant that most likely the man wouldn't try any funny business, but there was still the creepy man who hadn't yet introduced himself (and was leering at her).

"You're from America, right?" she addressed Mister Pegasus. "Are you comfortable speaking like this? I do know some English..." "Some English" meaning, of course, that she'd been learning the language since grade school, and she presumed that if he understood Japanese as well as he apparently did, then he must have lived there, but it might help her brush up a little for the test on Tues-

Belatedly, Chizuru recalled that she might not be there for the English test on Tuesday. She decided not to mention that, then, and merely look like she was trying to be helpful, opening the journal and scanning for replies, flushing a bright shade of pink at a girl who apparently didn't mind getting hit on by another girl leaving flattering remarks, scowling at another female replier's apparent mockery of her lesbianism.

"Ichigo-- ah, Kurosaki, he might get upset at a stranger using his given name-- said he and the people he knew were meeting at the Central Station. I be-lieve there's a train station near here... and some of the people on the journal are saying the locals will take anything shiny as payment, literally. I wonder how many people here aren't local?" But she digressed. "Anyway, if we're going to meet them, we might as well take the train..."

"A pleasure." Pegasus beamed at her, laughing at the question. "Very good! You're exactly right. Yes, I was born in America, but I've lived in Japan for years--I certainly hope I'm fluent by now!" He watched the changing facial expressions with interest, wondering just what was prompting them, but decided to keep his Eye to himself for now--after all, no point in using it for something so trivial, when he wasn't sure if she could sense it being used. Who knew? Paixao was a strange place, after all....

"Anything shiny, now?" Pegasus raised an eyebrow in surprise, making a mental note to check through his wallet for shiny coins, and perhaps pick up something to polish back up any dull ones. "How interesting.... There probably aren't many, I'm sure. I should have enough to cover a few train tickets...." He reached for his wallet to check, finding himself suddenly rocking back on his heels as the weather shifted. It had gone from pleasant, to.... well, as if they'd been shoved into an oven and wrapped in foil to keep the heat from escaping. Abso-bloody-lutely roasting.

"Goodness, what a heat wave.... Where do you suppose it came from? Perhaps it would be best to be off...." He wiped his forehead, careful to not move the curtain of hair shielding his false Eye from view, and glanced at Teru. Was he coming along?

Teru was content to keep silent and stare at the two, most likely making them uncomfortable with the dull look on his face--or at least, Chizuru, because he had his eye on her. Quietly, he examined and analyzed, taking in the facts she spoke aloud about Paixao, and narrowing his eyes slightly in thought.

That was when the heatwave came. He blinked and looked upward, as if something on the domes would give him the answer; the sun rays peeking through the hundreds if not thousands of windows above shifted and the light became very intense. He thought the warmth was comfortable for a few seconds, but then realized he would begin to sweat very soon in this heavy suit of his...

"Odd," he said quietly, mostly to himself- as if he had not heard Pegasus. But with a blink and a glance down, he stared a moment, then smiled slightly. A nod. "It would be best to go somewhere to get out of the sun... it's... unusually intense."

"Augh!" was Chizuru's addition to the complaints about the weather. "We're INSIDE! Don't they have air conditioning here?!"

But almost as soon as she said that, she was forced to reconsider her words as the... ceiling... abruptly decided to take leak and dump more water than she wanted to think about on her and her male companions-- it was alright for them, but now she looked like a hapless cross between a drowned schoolgirl and a hopeful contestant in a wet t-shirt contest!

"Yeah, let's get to that train station! Hopefully it's not... raining..." for lack of a better word, "in there, too." Sure to keep her now-precious journal closed so it didn't short-circut from all the sudden wetness and against her chest to keep any potential stalkerboys from oogling her boobs, Chizuru led the way toward the nearest train station...

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(OOC: Chizuru's definitely going for the train station, whether or not you guys are coming along for the ride!)

Well. These were certainly interesting developments.

As Chizuru headed off to the nearest train station and attempted to cover herself as thoroughly as possible, Pegasus followed, but Teru decided then was the time for them to part ways.

This place was strange. He wanted to find out more about it--on his own time. Even if he was completely soaked...

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