8/4/2003

03:59 PM

Logfile from Chase.

 

 

The East River Docks

The farther east you go in this part of New York City, the darker it seems to get. Shadows cast by the Brooklyn Bridge and the raised parkway, the F.D.R. Drive, seem to keep this area in constant shade and perpetual semi-darkness. The air is somewhat cooler here as well, nearer to the waterfront. Apart from the South Street Seaport, which is located slightly north of this location, the area is mostly deserted by the tourist trade. Only hardened New Yorkers come here - the ones that can fend for themselves.

Dirt and grime are the keywords as they blanket every dark corner. The smell of fish permeates the air as a number of old werehouses, each probably garnering at least ten different building code violations, line the shores of the river. With so many places to hide and lurk, the dredges of New York consider this a haven.

Obvious exits:

Bowery St. (WE)   The Mended Drum   Abandoned Warehouse

Sayuri walks down several blocks from Bowery Street.

 

Chase is the perching sort. And so he is perched up on cement barricade, legs draping over the side, and a set of earphones settled over his ears as he listens to some CD or another. Backpack on his back (where the CD player must be within), the boy glances up and down the street rather as if he was bored. But as he gets a feel of Say's presence coming nearer, his head turns in her direction, and he hums along with the music to pass time.

 

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Sayuri glances around her now familiar stomps.  She really should branch out into Queens or Brooklyn.  Waving in greeting to a rather disinterested guard, she shifts her bag and taps her foot, waiting.  Chase, in her mind, is late.  Glancing down at her watch, she leans against a barricade and crosses her arms.  She'll give him fifteen minutes and then she's starting the fun without him.

 

Chase continues to squint down across the walk as he spots Sayuri, just standing there. Eh? He tips the earphones back off of his head to instead rest about his neck. He remains as is, simply staring across at her. Stare. Intensive stare. But, will she notice?

 

Sayuri blinks and then blinks again, a frown starting to form across her features.  She's getting that 'someone is watching me' feeling and she doesn't like it.  Trying to be subtle, she maintains her stance, though her muscles have tensed, and then she's turning and flicking something in Chase's direction.  Her dagger.  Eyes widen as she sees the seishi too late, but before the blade can strike, it disappears in a puff of smoke and she's looking sheepish.  "Tomi-chan, don't do that," she chides.  "You might get hurt."

 

Well now, that is quite the greeting. Getting a dagger tossed at you. Been quite awhile since that has last happened. He is already slipping off of the barricade to try to avoid it,  only to see the thing disappear before his eyes. Chase's eyebrows rise rather in challenge, and he simply peers across to her, "You blaming me for that?"

 

Looking stubborn, Sayuri nods her head.  "You shouldn't stare, Tomi-chan.  How was I to know that it was you, it could have been some ecchi old man."  Though it's only the old part that's different.  Starting towards the seishi, she smirks and adds as she circles around him, "And you know me, I dislike attention.  Any attention."  And then she's stepping up into him and wrapping her arms around his neck, her smirk transforming into a smile.  "Hello lover."

 

Chase responds with a faint grin. "Well, I was wondering when you would notice that I was sitting there. You really need to pay closer attention to these things." He reaches over to tap her once on the temple. "Oh, I think you like my attention," he amends to her words. He noses her once and then leans in for a kiss. "I am not some ecchi old man."

 

"Except for yours," Sayuri amends with a soft sigh, melting into the seishi.  "And I may not have noticed you right off, but," and here she shrugs lightly, "I did notice you eventually, ne?"  And if he'd been anyone else, he probably would be in severe pain.  Leaning into the kiss, she can't help but chuckle, pulling back only enough to say, "Only because you're not old, Tomi-chan."

 

"Do you throw daggers at everyone who looks at you? Because if so..." Chase simply lets that comment trail off though. He rolls his eyes at her last comment, giving her something of a nudge. He flickers a glance around, takes a step away, and then moves back over to the cement wall to straddle it, offering her a hand to help her over, "So, are we going to try this or not?"

 

"It would depend on the kind of look, I think -- Sayuri-chan is probably familiar with the perverts on the train systems at home, and a dagger works very well in making them think again, ne?" comes Meiyou's voice from below, mischief in her gaze, hands upon her hips. She's dressed in an outfit that wouldn't stand out much here, greys and blacks rather than her usual bright colours, and gloves, strangely enough.

 

"Not everyone," Sayuri admits with a shrug as she scrambles up over the cement barrier, only to blink in surprise.  "Meiyou-san," she peers down at the other girl and smiles in greeting, an eyebrow arching at the outfit.  "What brings you out to the docks, causing mischief?"  She feigns innocence as if she wouldn't know anything about that.  Peeking over at Chase, she snickers and adds, "Hai, though the hentai at home are nothing like the hentai here."

 

Chase smiles across to Meiyou, shrugging his shoulders. "It wasn't some sort of lecherous look, that's for sure." He remains upon the wall, one leg dangling off of the side. He considers for a moment, and then finally drops off the other side and to the ground. At that look from Sayuri, he smirks though, "And /why/ do you look at me when you say that?"

 

Meiyou laughs and shakes a finger scoldingly at Sayuri. "Meiyou-/chan/! If you call me Meiyou-san, you will be acting like my grandmother, of all things, and I can assure you that you do /not/ want to do such a thing." She suddenly turns almost coy, digging the toe of her boot into the concrete. "Would I cause mischief? Hai, hai. What are you two doing? Chase-kun can be very straight-laced, though."

 

Shrugging her shoulders, Sayuri looks coy.  "Was I looking at you, Tomi-chan?  My, I didn't realize."  Snicker.  Turning back towards Meiyou and following Chase off the wall, she lands softly and waves a hand, "Hai, hai, Meiyou-chan," she agrees dismissively.  And then she's blinking in wide-eyed surprise.  "/Chase/?!  Straight-laced?"  She could accuse the Genbu of many things, being straight-laced certainly isn't one of them, though.  She pokes the seishi's shoulder, asking once again in disbelief, "This Chase?  Right here?"

 

Chase rolls his eyes at Meiyou. But he speaks to Sayuri as if in explanation, "She likes to think I am straight-laced. It makes her feel safe at night or something." Yet another roll to his eyes just on principle. He starts walking away from them, as silent as usual, following the wall of the building they are beside and not looking back to see if they are following.

 

Fighting to keep a straight face as she clambers up the wall after the two and hops over easily enough, Meiyou can't help but wink at Sayuri. "He did not react well to the idea of being tucked into bed with his room-mate, and then to a suggestion I made," she says brightly. "But of course, he is less straight-laced than some." The last vestiges of her solemnity vanish in an instant when Chase mentions safety, a grin bright instead. "Mm..." But off she goes, too, moving silently as she can.

 

Sayuri doesn't follow though, although Meiyou's raised a rather large bunch of questions that she needs to ask Chase about.  Like, just what /is/ his relationship with Kenny anyway.  She doesn't call a farewell, just ceases to follow as she's sidetracked into a warehouse by one of her underground contacts.  She'll catch up to Chase later and explain, but now duty calls.  She's got responsibilities outside of school as well, and one of them is taking care of her own.  Anyone messes with anyone of her gang, they mess with her.  And they soon regret it.

 

Chase glances back over his shoulder as Sayuri lags behind, and then slips off. He frowns for a moment, hesitating, and considering starting back, only to instead simply keep a mental tab on her. He glances back to Meiyou for a moment as if sizing her up. "With Kenny? No. I like the guy, but not like that." A shrug of his shoulder and he continues on to the back of the building.

 

"I am teasing," Meiyou replies quietly, glancing this way and that, but glancing over her shoulder at where Sayuri disappeared to. "Eeeh? She left? What did you have in mind now?" She's just following along for the fun of it at the moment. "And will I be in the way?"

 

Chase continues along until he comes to a door. He drops down to his knees, peering at the lock for a moment. He frowns, and then shrugs off his backpack. "She tends to do that. Just leave, especially around here. It's not problem," he mentions, flickering a glance askance to Meiyou. "Nothing else better to do today, or something?"

 

Meiyou shrugs cheerfully. "If you say it is not a problem, it is not!" she declares, then tilts her head at the door. "I have no work that I can do now, and nothing I can accompany my twin on. This is...?" She gestures towards the building, arching an eyebrow.

 

"This is... a chance to do some creative... trial and error," Chase responds, rather airy in his tone. He opens up his backpack, reaching in to pull out a bundle of wrapped blue cloth. He unrolls it onto the pavement, showing off a rather fine array of rather small tools. "If you get bored, you don't have to stick around," he notes with a smirk. And what does the boy do with a couple of the rather long, thin, and pointed things? But inserts them into the keyhole of the lock. "Present from Sayuri."

 

"Lockpicks! /Interesting/," Meiyou murmurs, eyeing them with covetous fascination. "I want to learn sometime." Wouldn't that be a horror -- she already can get into places she shouldn't, now she wants to learn other ways to do so?

 

Chase chuckles as he fiddles with the picks, tongue beginning poke from the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. "I gave her a rock, she gave me picks. It was an even trade." Honestly, it was. "Trying to learn now. Could come in useful."

 

Meiyou blinks. "A... rock? Ishi?" She repeats the word in Japanese, trying to puzzle out exactly what he means. "Would be useful, yes. So this is practice?" Her attention is on the motion of the lockpicks, trying to figure out the method to this.

 

Seeing as the only Japanese that Chase knows usually comes from whatever Sayuri starts babbling, he'll simply look at Meiyou rather clueless. "Uhm... sure?" He licks at his lips again as he tries once more, and then reaches to try to turn the knob. Nothing. Locked tight. Back to work. "Yep. That and this place has a really great look out onto this other building, that'll really be useful for... other reasons."

 

"Dealing with drug dealers? Stopping crime in various other ways?" Meiyou asks, arching an eyebrow as she leans over him to poke at the upper lock thoughtfully with gloved hands. "It does sound fun to do. Are you a... what is the word? Vigilante?"

 

"Well, the guy from the noodle place in my old neighborhood gave me free noodles whenever I stopped by after kicking out a couple of thugs that would tend to hang out there?" Chase responds, looking back over to her. He tries once more on the lock, and apparently he is feeling rather encourage by the way things tumble on the inside. He moves to turn the handle, and it actually does so this time. "No, I'm not."

"Ahh, so what you suggested that we do to prove that you are not straight-laced was not something that you normally do. Pity," Meiyou says lightly, then follows him should he head into the building. "Then why do you do this?"

 

Chase blinks, and then peers up at her. "No. I mean..." What does he mean? "No, I'm not some professional vigilante or anything. Only if I... well, just whenever." He shrugs his shoulders and moves to roll up the tools once more. He drops them into his bag, zippering it shut, and then shrugging the bag onto his back. "Because I want to. Damn, what is with all of the questions?" His hand rests on the knob, but he doesn't push the door open quite yet.

 

"Because I ask questions and make outrageous suggestions," Meiyou replies as though it were the most logical thing in the world. Plus it's plain fun -- she'd pose if she were wearing one of her normal outfits, but this would just be wrong in her current get-up. "You had not noticed?"

 

Chase rolls his eyes at her and turns the knob. He pushes open the door and they are greet with a veritable army of naked people!! Naturally, this causes Chase to startle in reaction, only to breath a sigh of relief as not a single one moves. Mannequins. He chuckles softly, and then looks back to Meiyou, "If I had a younger sister, I would say that you would fit the profile exactly."

 

Meiyou merely blinks at the contents of the building before she begins to grin slowly. "... this could be useful," she says, her smile turning more and more evil as she looks at Chase, then at the mannequins, then back at Chase. "Hmm? I suppose, if you must think of me as such, though most of the time I am the older sister."

 

"I have older sisters. You are not like any of them." Chase reaches over to tap one of the mannequins upon the head, reach for an arm, only to have it come off in his hand. "Heh." He smiles over to Meiyou, "So, what /are/ you doing down here? Or what have you been doing?"

 

Meiyou looks at the arm, then at Chase, then grins. "You could play many pranks with such, and of /course/ I am not like any of your older sisters! There is no-one in the world exactly like me." She winks, then mulls over the arm's uses again. "I came back from a trip, and wanted to see if anything had changed. So here I am. I do seem to run into you here often!"

 

Chase continues to eye the arm in his hand for a moment, and then shoots a glance at Meiyou that is nothing if not mischievous. Arm is gestured at her with a few waves, "So many pranks..." Although it is hard to beat the kool-aid balloon prank. Very hard. "Trip? Really? To where?" He turns back about though to weave through the posing mannequins.

 

Meiyou returns that grin. "Especially if you could get it to move without you being there... eeto, I think that I could help with that if you do not know someone who could," she says with a rather wicked chuckle. "To the beach... it was very nice to go again, and the water was warm and clean enough to swim!"

 

Chase headscratches and tries to think of someone who could... Hrm... "The beach? Really? Nice. I haven't been there in ages. Go with your brother? Or the fiance?" Yes, here they are having an average conversation in a warehouse he just broke and entered into. Just as nice, eh? He continues to wander about, looking around until spotting the steel stairs that lead to the catwalk up higher. And he starts for those.

 

This is perfectly normal in Meiyou's world, really -- the girl who can plan tea parties and then freak out over the lack of milk has no problems with talking about completely average things while having broken into a warehouse. "My fiance had never been," she says simply. "Ahah. Here we are... what is the other building for?" She's curious, really.

 

Chase's hands wrap about the metal railing of the stairs, and then he starts up them. "He liked it then? I think I like a good lake over the sea though." He continues on to the catwalk, moving down it until reaching the murky windows. A spit to his hand and then some vigorous rubbing at the grease and dirt and he can look out onto the street below. "Hrm? Uh. To look at?" He turns a little to flash her a bright grin.

 

Meiyou heads up after him, green eyes puzzled, but amused all the same. "Lakes do not change as much as the sea does," she replies, "Or they do not have the same depth and change as deeper water does. But... do tell me? Please?" She gives him a hopeful look, cleaning her own little window.

 

Chase steps away from the window, apparently pleased. "I like 'em." And that is all there is too it. He glances down the metal walk that goes perpendicular to them, noticing an office of sorts, and with a lock too. Nice, another place to try out the lock picks. "Nope."

 

 

8/7/2003

02:02 PM

Logfile from Chase.

 

Not having someone tell her something isn't exactly unusual for Meiyou, but it does provoke the usual reaction of outrage -- but no blush. It's just not her thing. She wanders along the windows, then glances over her shoulder at Chase. "Have you thought more on what to do with that arm?"

 

A warehouse full of nekkid mannequins, and Meiyou and Chase have apparently taken a metal staircase up to the 'second story', and are now upon a metal catwalk up above. Chase continues down the catwalk, approaching what might be the office in the warehouse. "Nope again. But I'm sure I'll come up with something. Probably something to do with Kenny too." Because he is just brave like that (or simply really stupid).

 

"Going to try the door, then?" Meiyou asks. As mentioned before, she really is full of questions. "Testing out the lockpicks is a good idea, but the longer we stay, the more risk of being seen, ne?" Not that she's /that/ concerned about it, by her tone.

 

Chase rolls his eyes as he approaches the door, which should answer her question. "So? You do know how to run, right?" He listens at the door for a moment, but seeing as nobody came to investigate while the two were jabbering away, he isn't all that worried. He pulls out the kit once more and tries his 'skill's on the lock here.

 

There's a slight pause as Meiyou shakes her head at Chase, then heads down the stairs of the catwalk again, poking at a mannequin as she goes and nearly sending a few toppling. "Gyah!" she almost-yelps, then catches the falling one before it can start a domino effect. "I will go outside and wait while you poke at the lock." And she suits actions to words.

 

Chase's tongue is once more poking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates, trying to work at the lock, working a little harder, and then a little longer, until it finally gives way with a snick. He takes note of the fact that Meiyou has went below, hand resting upon the knob but not turning it yet. He blinks at near yelp below, peering down at her for a long moment before snickering. Idly, he turns the knob, and it is then when the clanging bell sounds. Whoops. Guess there was some sort of alarm there.

 

This /is/ where they run -- but Meiyou's going to wait for Chase to get out before taking to her heels, really. For the moment, though, she's just going to wait in the shadows for him, waiting for whomever might come from the /other/ direction.

 

"What kind of idiot puts an alarm on his office, but not the warehouse door," Chase murmurs, quickly wrapping up his lockpick stuff and tossing it into his backpack rather unceremoniously. Just as quickly, the kid literally grabs the catwalk railing and leaps over the side. Who needs stairs when playing flying seishi can be so much more quicker? Yet still be murder on the ankles and knees. He hits the floor running, wincing just the slightest at the impact. Straight for the doorway.

 

Oh good lord.  There's an alarm that's going off in the Docks area and it has Sayuri peering over her shoulder in the direction of the sound as she... finished up her business dealings.  Rubbing the back of her hand across her bruised cheek, she makes her way towards the warehouse issuing the loud bell of warning, arms crossed in front of her chest as she awaits the inevitable escaping troublemakers.  And there's a smirk on her face as she just shakes her head.  Wherever there's trouble, there's Chase.

 

"That was fast," Meiyou observes as soon as Chase is out the door, relaxing from her defensive crouch and hopping over the wall that they climbed earlier with a quick jump that lands her near Sayuri. "You did miss the fun, Sayuri-chan! Now we should go somewhere else, I think!" She turns to look at Chase. "Did you bring the arm?"

 

Chase can be fast if need be. Yep. Kind of surprising considering how he is able to drape himself over the couch when his afternoon soaps are on, all the while slurping down pop and eating corn chips. Evidence of the before mentioned arm is poking out of the top of his backpack, one rather white hand waving stiffly to the sky, fingers curved just so. "Well, lets be a little faster," Chase urges, reaching over as if to grab Meiyou's shirt and tug her along, and Sayuri as well. "Ah ha, she is back."

 

Sayuri is being tugged, and gracelessly at that.  "Tomi-chan," she scolds, dragging her feet and slowly the seishi down.  "Just what have you been up to."  And just so that he doesn't think that she's blind, she points to the plastic hand poking out from the top of his pack, "And what the hell is /that/?"  There's a marked look of disgust on the girl's face as she peers over at Meiyou and then she's sighing and shaking her head yet again.  "Meiyou-chan, you shouldn't encourage him."  When did Sayu become the voice of reason anyway?

 

Meiyou is duly dragged, though she does look down at where Tomite's hand is with a little bit of surprise. "Anou, Chase-kun, I did suggest a threesome, but not including me," she says with a bit of a smirk before she gets dragged further along. "Maa, maa, Sayuri-chan, it's just a manniquin's hand. We are going to do something with it, I think! Or Chase-kun is. He did not /need/ the encouragement to bring it along." She's innocent, really. If it weren't for her mouth.

 

Chase tiltss his head to the side to catch sight of that arm out of the corner of his eye. He simply smiles, snickers, and looks most pleased with himself. "I was practicing. You were supposed to be practicing too," he adds, with a touch of scolding to his voice. "I suppose I should read up on the chapter about electronic alarms." Duh. Meiyou is responded to with a bit of a smirk as well, "In your dreams." Hey, he is only holding onto her sleeve.

 

"What's this about a threesome?"  Sayuri sends a quick glare over at Chase, just in case he's getting his hopes up.  "A mannequin's hand, Meiyou-chan?"  Smirking, she just closes her eyes and sighs heavenwards.  "I'll practice later, Tomi-chan," she tells the seishi with another smirk.  Her free hand rubs across her quickly fading bruise as she adds, "I had... things to take care of."  And then she adds quickly, changing subjects, "Though if it was me, I would have avoided setting off the alarm."  Prideful, isn't she?

 

Meiyou just /stares/ at Chase for a moment before beginning to snicker, then laugh outright. "My dreams... ahah, in my... oh, Chase-kun, that is /too/ funny!" She can't help it, really. The snickering does die out in a short while, and then she clears her throat. "Ahem. Do not worry, Sayuri-chan, I wanted to see how he would react to something. What did you-" Now she catches sight of the bruise and watches with a certain amount of interest as it fades.

 

Chase is immediately rolling his eyes. "Meiyou is just pulling stuff out of her ass. I haven't a clue what she is talking about." Apparently thinking that they are far enough away from the scene of the crime, and the sounds of traffic have managed to eclipse the sound of the warehouse alarm, he slows down and releases them both. As Sayu rubs at her cheek, his eyes go there, and immediately he stops, an unspoken question in his eyes, along with something of concern.

 

Sayuri blinks at Meiyou.  And then blinks again.  And then she's raising a hand to sidewhisper to Chase, "Anou... Tomi-chan, you've got strange friends."  And then she's smiling ever so sweetly and asking, "And how did he react?  Like the hentai that he is?"  Quickly stepping away from the seishi, she's smirking and looking away from the pair of them, her bruise all but gone now.  "And what is it you're planning on doing with the arm then?  Play some practical joke on... Kenny perhaps.  Or Anana-chan?"

 

"It was not even all that overt!" Meiyou says with a mock-wounded gesture as she drags her gaze away from that vanished bruise. "And he reacted very well -- very faithfully to you, Sayuri-chan." She's having way too much fun doing this, and it's putting a bounce in her step.

 

Chase bites his lip to keep from laughing, shifting a knowing grin to Sayuri, "Its like she wants me to be hentai or something. Always talking about it. Must be one of those fetish things." A sidestep away from her, but he continues. "Dunno yet. Still considering options."

Sayuri's brows quirk downwards and she's growling low in her throat. 

"Watch it Tomi-chan, or you're not getting any presents."  She's still got that bag hidden at home.  Trying to appear indifferent, she smiles over at Meiyou-chan and shrugs her shoulders, "I don't care who or what he does when he's not with me."  Lies, all lies, but she's not good at opening up to people, especially those that she doesn't know.  Thus she's not willing to let anyone see just how much Chase means to her.  Admitting his importance is another sign of weakness that she can't afford to have.

 

Meiyou grins back at Chase. "It is not what I say, it is what /you/ hear me saying and how you react to it that makes you ecchi," she says cheerily and almost teasingly. "But you are at least honest in how you react to things, without hiding things, ne? /That/ is important." She grins at Sayuri now, arching an eyebrow at her. "Are you worried that I am interested? It is Chase-kun's choice, but... I do not poach." She winks, then skitters a few steps aside, avoiding a pole.

 

Chase is once more doing his best to keep back his grin at Sayuri's growl, only to have his mouth form into a pout at the idea of no presents. Awwww. Awwww. Puppy-dog eyes and all. He arches his eyebrows at Sayu's statement, and then glances across to Meiyou, wry, "Uh-huh..." He rolls his eyes, resettles the backpack straps, and chuckles.

 

"Iie, I've no claim on Tomi-chan," Sayuri shrugs once again.  "Can't poach on what's not yours."  She steadfastly refuses to glance over at Chase and thus misses his grin and his pout.  But despite her words, she's falling into a darker mood at the conversation, and though she denies it, her jealousy is clear for all to see.  Just don't point it out or she's libel to snap your head off.  "Look, I don't care," she insists again.  "Do him if you want."  And she's had enough of the conversation, so she'll begin to stalk off in a huff.

 

Meiyou is caught by surprise by the jealousy and the stalking-off, chasing after the younger girl. She says something in Japanese. Her voice is steady, and she glances over her shoulder at Chase as though tempted to drag him over -- but she doesn't think it'd help, and she's clearly not sure of what to do now.

 

Chase turns a little to the side to flash Meiyou an encouraging wink, as if to let her know it is all fine. He gives her a pat to the shoulder, and then start trotting forward after Sayu. "Too bad I've been ruined though," he murmurs, mournfully. "Thoroughly and completely ruined. No way I'll ever be able to get over it too. Sorry, Mei, but Sayuri there has ruined me for anyone else." And then a sigh, weary at that with just the right touch of drama. "No way I could go anywhere else but with her. She's ruined me. Spoiled me."

 

Sayuri is a snot, though she'd never admit it.  "Look, Meiyou-chan, I don't want to talk about this anymore."  Tilting her chin upwards stubbornly, she follows her gaze towards Chase, looking defiant, but underneath all of her prickliness there's hurt.  She's not used to being jealous, not used to being so vulnerable to another person, and thus she's unprepared for all of its ramifications.  His words have her blinking, first in astonishment and then she's blinking back her emotions that threaten to escape in a teary form.  "Honto ne, Tomi-chan?"  She peers over towards the Genbu, focusing on nothing for him for a brief moment before her senses snap back to their surroundings.  "Good."

 

As far as Meiyou's concerned, Chase just went up a /lot/ of notches on the 'good guy' scale. Anyone who can pull that off while having a manniquin's hand poking out of a backpack and still manage to sound sincere -- and, to her, it did sound sincere indeed -- definitely is great. "Hmmm..." she murmurs under her breath, her expression relaxing into a smile once more, "Ii desu."

 

Chase smiles faintly, but back to the weary tone. "Alas, yes. Have pity?" He'll give Sayuri those puppy-dog eyes yet again, having gotten quite good at it. Combing back fingers through his hair, his hand bumps into another hand, the mannequins hand, and he chuckles. "Hey, Meiyou... you got any ideas about this thing?"

 

"Have pity on an ecchi boy who likes flirting with other women?"  Sayuri mock-scowls, but it's easy to see that her jealously's reined in again, almost as if it'd been washed away by the tide of emotions.  Yet the ease that she can disguise her emotions can throw others off, and it's a foolish person who disregards the girl's ability to hide her true feelings, to think that it's not still hiding just beneath the smooth facade that she presents.  "I'll have to think about it."  But it's clear that Chase is already forgiven.  Just as it's clear that Meiyou's watched warily.  "Mail it back to the company," she suggests blithely.  "Tell them that unless they send you money, they'll never see the rest of their mannequin again."

 

Meiyou rolls her eyes and chuckles, shaking her head. "Maybe /after/ you did something with the arm to scare your roommate -- Kenny, that was it. Eeeeto, I did think I shared the ideas that I had, but if there is something in particular that your victim holds dear, a symbol or an object, that tends to be fun to use." She winks at Sayuri, blithely seeming to ignore the wariness there. "Holding a mannequin for ransom..."

 

"Victim." Heh. Chase rather likes the sound of that. But the boy starts snickering at Sayuri's suggestion, finding quite a bit of amusement there. "Ransoming mannequin body parts. How diabolical. True evil lurks in that suggestion, imp. Niiiiice. But, first... have to use it on someone. Brice will be on watch now after that last thing. Have to be Kenny."

 

Sayuri is a diabolical sort, really.  Smirking, she shrugs her shoulders.  "Whatever."  Poor Kenny-san.  "Sneak in while he's taking a shower and use it to scrub his back."  That should freak Kenny out enough.  "Or lay it next to him when he's sleeping, covered in fake blood.  Or wire it so that it pops out of the freezer."  Sayu's got a whole list of things one could do with a mannequin arm, none of them good.  "Remind me not to tell either of you where I live."  She's good at playing pranks, not at receiving them.

 

"... Sayuri-chan, you are evil!" Meiyou declares, laughter behind the words. "Also, if you wished to ransom it, you could cut off fingers and dip them in the fake blood too, for more effect." There's no such thing as 'over the top' when dealing with Mei.

 

Chase stares in awe at Sayuri, and then stares in awe at her some more. "Oooooooh, that is /so/ good. We definitely need to plot this out some." His eyes light up in excitement and anticipation of all the evil that could be in store for Kenny. He bursts into laughter at Meiyou's suggestion as well. "That's so bad." But in a good way.

 

Sayuri snickers behind her hand and flashes the pair a knowing look.  "Meiyou-chan, you have /no/ idea."  In fact, Chase probably doesn't know the extent of Sayuri's dark side.  And she's going to keep it that way.  "Iie, count me out," she refuses with a shake of her head.  "I like Kenny-san, and he doesn't deserve whatever mischief you two plot for him."  Now if it was Brice, perhaps she'd join in just to tweak the Genbu's nose a bit, because she's got the feeling that he doesn't quite like her.

 

"Or," Meiyou's thought of another thing, and this one makes her chuckle evilly, "if you know someone who is good with illusions, you could add even more realism to it -- and do /not/ forget the photographic evidence of your prank's success. Eeeeto, there is so much potential, and I cannot think of exactly what to do."

Chase is going to get Brice get all comfortable again before inflicting more horrors upon the aniki. Oh, sorry. Correction. Lessons in alertness, that is. "I like him too, but it is done out of... love." *snicker* So amused. He slips back over to Meiyou, grinning, "Yeah, there is still the possibility of giving that arm a few mystical tweaks to make things more realistic... Hrm."

 

"Plot all you want, kiddies, I'm off," Sayuri waves a hand in farewell as she walks away from the pair.  It's getting late and she needs to check in at home, not to mention she has to come to terms with the emotions that her jealousy elicited.  She knew that she loved Chase, she just hadn't realized how much.  And now she's going to have to figure out what to do about that feeling as well.  "Jya."

 

"She's interesting," is Meiyou's comment about Sayuri, her gaze following the other girl. "I am sorry that I caused such trouble, though. I should get home, however." She half-bows to Chase, then winks, and heads off in a different direction.