[Ikki appears on the Plane perched on top of a small fighter jet. His clothes are all torn up-- shirt's cut, pants are chewed, black and red-orange jacket has a few holes in it. He's completely serious, a rare thing for him; there's no finger in his nose, no remarks about panties or anything to sustain him. It's just some lanky Japanese boy on ( Read more... )

[Ikki is restless ( Read more... )

[Ikki stands on top of the kitchen counter and yells at the top of his lungs. Presumably, this will get the attention of /someone/ who can help him find this bastard. Or even better, the bastard himself!]

ARKHAM!

[He's also kinda pissed from the looks of it, actually. He's got his brawlin' gloves on, and he's popping his knuckles intentionally.]

[Isaac is sitting as far away as he possibly can from the one to which he is chained. Likely because Ikki is naked. He looks like he wants to say something but the words are just NOT THERE.]

[Ikki doesn't seem to care. He's totally at home with being naked, and when they get to the Plane, he plops down and continues clipping his nails.]

[The silence ( Read more... )

[Ikki shows up on the Plane dripping wet, red-faced, like he's been training in the rain. Which is pretty accurate, actually. He flops onto his back, arms out, and stares up at the stars and galaxies and such.]

Kururu...

[Ikki appears on the Plane without grand ceremony, without a straw stuck up his nose or any of the eccentricity and charm that accompanies his usual manner. His white shirt has smears of brown blood on it, probably from the bloody Rumble Regalia he's been clutching to himself for an hour ( Read more... )

[The sight of this spiky haired miscreant may be surprising. He's obviously just as surprised as he stands there, a cup of ramen in one hand, and the other currently with a finger doing the tango in his nose. He stares blankly at the starry expanse, which stares back. It's apparent that he has no shame, as he keeps on picking his nose while taking ( Read more... )

[Ikki pops onto the Plane looking like he just got chucked out of a ramen factory. In fact, that's what he's covered in. From head to toe, what should be a nice suit and shirt combo is ruined by noodles and various bits of uzumaki. It smells good and it's still fresh, though Ikki is beyond eating it off himself, and more intrigued that someone else ( Read more... )

[Ikki pops up in the middle of the Plane, looking like he's just gotten the shit beaten out of him. His clothes are torn, and in his hand are the crumpled remnants of the Trophaeum registration papers. He seems okay despite this, though-- no broken bones or anything, and he's still standing. And right now, he's limping toward the bar.]

{Sure, there's already a beach on the plane, but it could use more water. So this time, the plane now has part of a lake, complete with an over-elaborate rich-person's dock. Diva and Ikki are in the water, but Hei is sitting on the dock with a mid-afternoon snack. He's just there because he doesn't trust either one of them to, you know, live. The ( Read more... )