♤ three / sonata pathétique

Mar 06, 2011 19:29

[Daisuke appears on the Plane in a rush, tangled with blue hair and black feathers, a token glimmering brass and silver clutched in his hand. He's dressed mostly in leather, which is a little loose in places where someone more buff might fill it out. It's still pretty neat on him, and it allows him to move, but that doesn't matter! What does matter is that when he hits the ground, whatever was in his hand is gone. There's no trace of it.

He gropes the group of stars below him and looks up at Satoshi, eyes wide.] ... Um.

[Satoshi has tackled Daisuke in his school uniform, because all the cool cops look like they walked out of middle school. But when his eyes go to Daisuke's hands, he gets off of Daisuke immediately to start looking around.] Did you drop it before or after we got here? [There's an undercurrent in his voice that is warning how bad this may be.]

I just had it! I think it slipped out when we got here, but... [Daisuke picks himself up and starts looking around. Something that sparkly shouldn't be hard to miss.] It... couldn't have gone far.

[Satoshi runs a hand through his hair, which is the second warning sign. He disappears back to their world, but is back in a second, because it is most definitely on the Plane.] Check your clothes. It's unlikely to pick one of us, but we should look. [Satoshi would pat Daisuke down himself, but he has to check if it's picked him first.]

[Daisuke is glad that he has the liberty to pat himself down. Despite how baggy these pants are, they give him nothing but lint. He does a good impression of a deer stuck in headlights, if the headlights were in fact Satoshi's subtle frustrated expression.] ... I messed up.

[ooc: plot start!]

d•n•angel (d1) hiwatari satoshi, d•n•angel (d1) niwa daisuke

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