Metallic Feather [ Hiiro Yui || 001 || In Person ]

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[A little more than confused, bordering on frustrated, Hiiro sits himself down in a not so busy area of the Garden. If anything he's been doing his best to avoid contact with anyone, this place-- it doesn't seem to be a malevolent trick of any sort. Just another school from the way he's seen it.

However, this place is far, far from being the school he remembers coming from. The one that he fought tooth and nail, ran blood and sweat over to get back to his friends; this whole thing isn't sitting right. Something is terribly wrong with the fact he's got no sense of where they are, can't pick up anything from any of the students he knew anywhere in this place.

At least if one of them were there, by now he should have been able to pick up their trail.

A heavy sigh leaves his body and his arms cross over his chest, his eyes close for a moment of clarity. He's been trying all sorts of his best not to believe he's a)finally lost his mind b)been kidnapped or c)a little of both. His heart is weighed heavy on as well, he was just finally starting to get along with certain parties, beginning to get a handle on a life that wasn't so full of daily trials.

With another calculated, less than audible breath out, he stands (eyes open now of course) and begins to walk back to the room he has been assigned, slowly enough that he can take in the sights and maybe make sense of all this foolishness. With luck, maybe even find a way to break whatever web of a spell has been cast over him if he could find the mutant behind it.]]

Hn.

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[redcinemareel]

[Strolls around Garden, having decided that those trips simply didn't interest her. School would start soon, so why do anything related to it? Even though it isn't.

It just all seemed BORING.

Spots a lonesome male. Such brooding! How could Grell resist not being friendly~?

Makes a detour and ends up standing next to him.]

You look so glum on such a beautiful day.

Going to use female if that's alright?

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[Hiiro's mind is a thousand miles away, almost literally if it could be, so the approach of the first person he's come into contact with here doesn't dawn on him right away until the sound of her voice breaks his concentration. He turns his blue eyes to meet the face of whoever he was about to walk away from and takes pause from it.

If everyone else has avoided him all day, maybe this would be a good clue to stick around for.]]
Hn..

[[His eyes move from face to boots, nope, he has no recognition of this face or having seen it around the school. Passive gathering may be his best bet, play along with the game.]]

It seems I've been misplaced.

more than alright~!

[redcinemareel]

[Like the boots?]

Ninety percent of us can say the exact same thing, sweetie. You get used to it.

[Plops her rump right next to him.]

Is that the reason for the long face?

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[They're not his style. Clearly.

He narrows his eyes slightly at being called 'sweetie', not even people back home dare that name. His look is more annoyance than anger, he doesn't much like this person coming so close to him and moves just a little bit further in case their bodies touch. The last thing he needs is to find out something that'll send him over the edge.]]

I'm not wearing a long face, I'm concentrating.

[[Again the ex-pilot sighs and keeps his arms nicely crossed on his chest.]]

Unless you have the way back, or are the reason I'm here in the first place- then I've no need to converse further with you.

[redcinemareel]

[It's alright. Only PROFESSIONALS should handle such hot foot apparel.]

Looks the same to me.

You'd be pretty lonely here if you expect people to give you the way back, since no one knows, and you wouldn't even BE here. You'd be halfway home through some wormhole or something. [Waves her hand haphazardly, because she's no astrologist astronomer or something.]

NOW, what I can tell you is that Time Compression has brought the majority of us here. [Looks to Hiiro with a SHARP smile] Unwillingly, of course~.

[fierybluebird]

[Marco's just hanging outside chilling. Maybe vaguely doing D.C. rounds, but really only vaguely.]

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[If what Grell had said was anything to go by, Hiiro has a lot of his work cut out for him to get back home. But first, he's got to swallow what little bit of pride he has, his storming about hasn't done anything for his internal map.

Who he spots is either going to be cordial and at least point the direction, or tell him which direction to stuff his question. One way to find out, he moves over at a normal pace.]]

Can you point me in the proper direction of the dorm area?

[fierybluebird]

Yeah sure. You want help finding it?

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[Instead of actually saying anything, the nod of his head is all the pleasantry he can muster up. He needs somewhere quiet to think and somewhere pristine before he picks anything outside what he's looking for out of nowhere.]]

[fierybluebird]

No problem. Follow me, eh. [He was getting tired of re-working his time schedule anyway. So he ambles along and offers a handshake.] I'm Marco. Just arrive on the Garden?

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[This catches his eye for one good reason. The same reason that had almost corrupted his best friend's entire teenage life-- the tabloids. A picture, and what takes those? Cameras.

He watches for a while, studying from a frozen spot, only ever moving his head to watch or his eyes. It depends on where Link moves as to where he looks. It's not so long after that he makes up his resolution to go see just who's getting these pictures. If he could track down another student, that'd be ideal, he could use their mind to go through how they got there exactly and maybe reproduce it.

With about as much social etiquette as a gnat, Hiiro moves to stand loomingly close to Link.]]

Who's pictures are those? Who're you working for?

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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They're... for me? I like taking pictographs.

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[He's unmoved by the bewildered/baffled look, his own an unmoving stoic reaction to child-like innocence. Then again, he's never bought one single person actually telling him the full truth.

A quick glance to the camera device and he looks back to the poor boy.]]

Who do you turn them into to develop them? Where do they go?

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

[]

Dunno. Is there a sculptor in Garden?

[stillshinigami]

[And walking from the dorms comes Duo Maxwell. He walks along and barely passes the other youth before turning his gaze to look back at him. Huh.] Wait. Heero?

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[Heero passes him by all too quickly, there is a similarity of course, but the older looks and the short hair strike him as too odd to file away for much other than information on yet another person he walked away from.

It's not until his name is called out that his interest is reattained by this strangely familiar man. The young pilot turns around, staring back at the face, trying to place it.]]

Who wants to know?

[stillshinigami]

You kidding? Heero. It's me. Duo. [Fer' crying out loud.]

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[Hiiro's eyes narrow as soon as this person in front of him declares he's Duo. Either Duo committed the ultimate sin against his hair and some how got much older than him or this was part of the problem that got him here.

He takes a few tentative steps forward, studying him with tense muscles coiled at the ready. The features are similar, the eyes though, unmistakeable.]]

Impossible.

[[He further studies from his safe-distance.]]

Prove it. Use your ability and I'll believe you.

[stillshinigami]

Possible. [Wait wait wait. Ability? What ability? It's not as thought Duo hasn't already accepted that Heero is a strange guy, and this fella looked about the same age as his own double. Great. Fucking time travel! He eyes Heero carefully and frowns.]

What're you talking about? Ability... Not mobile suits? [Sharp kid, this one.]

I am never late. Everyone else is just early. v_v

[livebymysmile.livejournal.com]

[Duo's just walking along, enjoying an apple he'd swiped from the cafeteria earlier when he stops dead in his tracks.

He'd know that head of hair anywhere.]

Well I'll be, Hiiro? [He heads over to the other boy, leaning in to get a good look at him.] You sure look like Hiiro anyway.

[He grins, it's a little lopsided but heart felt.] Guess that's good enough for now. Can't be too picky in a place like this.

[There's a familiar arm, dropping over Hiiro's shoulders casually right about then.] Guess this has to be real if even you're stuck here, right? I was still kind of hoping it was a dream, you know? But if even you're here it's gotta be real.

[He doesn't sound too bummed out by this idea either.]

I SEE NO LATENESS ♥

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[Hiiro's footsteps have carried him pretty far, his eyes trained on the ground rather than on anyone passing him. He doesn't intend on staying here forever and needs to get back to--]]

--Duo?
[[He stands still, as usual, staring back at the other young man, his quiet stare allows for him to keep quiet and listen to what Duo's saying. This isn't some sort of trick? It may be, but it doesn't seem like it. His eyes move to the arm flopping over his shoulders, that doesn't seem too unfriendly, but the words he's saying are still hitting him as odd.

From the arm around him, he turns his head back to view Duo himself and raises his hand toward Duo's cheek, hesitating to touch him though. If it's not his world's Duo then it would perhaps be unwelcome, if it was, then it's his fortune/misfortune to find him here. His hand drops and he continues to stare even if he's worried the contact of Duo's arm will tell him soon enough if he is or isn't his Duo.]]

You know me, but do you know me or know a version of me?

Of course not. I'm right on time, remember? &hearts

[livebymysmile.livejournal.com]

[He notices the hand moving, unsure of just what it's intentions were. When it drops he has to wonder if Hiiro really had been about to touch his cheek. It's a gesture that struck him as a little o, but he wouldn't have minded really. Hell he would have done a lot worse if the situation was reversed. Especially since he'd been so sure this was all a dream when he'd first arrived.

Then Hiiro says something that makes him frown a little confused.]

What do you mean? Of course I kno- [Then it sinks in and he stops, swearing rather crankily.] You've got to be fucking kidding me. First some weird, older me and now this? If you're not the guy I know then the universe is really having a fun time screwing with me lately.

So, uh, how're we supposed to know if you're you and I'm me or whatever? Because right now I'm not really sure what to think.

XD LOL of course. ...Also I can't resist the wording. Sorry *words*

[blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com]

[[The frown only makes his own deepen. That means whatever he's said has proven what even his powers don't need to for the current moment. The look of slight anger on his friends face and then the swearing, that's all he needs to figure out that this one isn't his.

He doesn't move from the arm though.]]

There's a simple way to determine it-- Let me touch you.

[[Of course, he doesn't mean that in the sensual manner, he's just not used to having to elaborate.]]

Re: XD LOL of course. ...Also I can't resist the wording. Sorry *words*

[livebymysmile.livejournal.com]

[The request is an odd one, but if there's one thing he's learned it's that he can trust Hiiro one hundred percent.]

Sure, not a problem. [He doesn't move though, figuring Hiiro would want to establish the contact all on his lonesome. You don't push 01 to do things, he does them on his own time and on his own terms.] Whatever you say, pal.

[It's pretty clear that this isn't the partner he knows, not by a long shot. It's disappointing to say the least, but it's still good to see a familiar face anyway.]