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.