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[dealerofdreams]

[a very unhappy-looking, androgynous young man stares at the cottage before him with a fair amount of suspicion]

This... isn't right. [not just being away from the petshop, but being here to begin with. None of the doors lead to this place as far as he knows. What could take him away like this?]

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[mercury_wings]

No, it's not. [the voice is low but lilting; behind D is what appears to be a doll, a little under two feet tall. She's poised on a fence post, balanced with her hands under her arms]

[dealerofdreams]

[D turns his head at the voice, somewhat surprised to find that it comes from a doll of all things. But then, it isn't too uncommon for an object to develop a soul of its own] Were you spirited away here as well? This doesn't seem like the sort a place a beautiful doll like yourself would come to by choice. [she does look rather expensive. A bit off, somehow, but definitely expensive]

[mercury_wings]

Spirited away...? [she echoes him softly, as if talking to herself; she narrows her pink eyes at him, wings rustling] Then this isn't your world? You have not brought me here?

[dealerofdreams]

As nice as it is to be away from the city, I had no intention of coming here. I have a petshop I must return to.

[mercury_wings]

...[she arches her wings, the black feathers gleaming with a daggers edge, a smile on her lips] I don't believe you, human. Shall I slice the truth from you?

[dealerofdreams]

"Human?" [there's a hint of disgust when he uses the word, but he just smiles back at her.] You are free to try, but you will get no more information than what I have given you now.

[mercury_wings]

[she pauses, unsure but unwilling to betray it -- though it's likely D sees through her anyway] ...still lying. [feathers shoot out from her spread wings towards him, slicing through anything in her path]

I can feel your power! This must be your dream, however tasteless it may be.

[dealerofdreams]

[he calmly steps to the side, allowing the feathers to slice through his arms and torso. He hangs his head, gritting his teeth in pain as his blood falls to the ground in ruby pools, but though it is etched with some with the pain he feels now, D's smile has not left his face] I assure you, were this my dream, my shop would have come with me. [as well as the bakery down the street]

[mercury_wings]

[what isn't he fighting back? Yet he isn't cowering either. Unnerved, Suigintou slowly lowers her wings, the smile long gone]

...then you are simply junk in my path to Megu. I will not tarry here...

[...but she can't seem to leave this world. Not by her power alone, at any rate. She gets visibly more irritated]

[dealerofdreams]

[the wounds have already started to mend, and D looks down with some amount of dismay at his stained outfit. What a shame. He really liked this one, too.] Do you always refer to others with those terms? What is your path? Something that could make a lovely doll lash out at others without a second thought must be important.

[mercury_wings]

[What is her path? A simple question with a complicated answer. And why should she answer this strange man? And yet she finds herself answering anyway]

It is my fate to fight. It is what I was created for.

[she steps off the fence and floats past him towards the cottage, landing on the outer windowsill and placing her hand on the glass] I will achieve perfection and power beyond your understanding. I will see Father and protect Megu. And no world such as this will hold me.

[the window cracks loudly and shatters in a second; she smiles in satisfaction before looking over her shoulder at him]

I will find an exit.

[dealerofdreams]

... [he can't say he's surprised. She's man-made, after all]

I see. You're an incomplete piece, aren't you? I thought something seemed different. [aside from the fact that she's moving around on her own]

[mercury_wings]

[she grits her teeth and another storm of black feathers appears, shooting out towards him as well as forming into a sword shape in her hand -- she leaps from the window towards him, the feather sword in her hand forming into a real sword that she swings down on him]

I AM NOT INCOMPLETE! I AM NOT JUNK!

[dealerofdreams]

[D frowns and takes greater care this time not to get hit as he dodges--he can heal quickly but that doesn't mean he can't die. He's bleeding again when he reaches out to grab her arm, almost quicker than the eye can see. There's some insistence in his voice when he speaks] I never said you were junk. "Incomplete" means only that you are incomplete. And that is not something that cannot be changed.

[his expression shifts again] How did they mistreat you?

[mercury_wings]

[she doesn't like how he's talking, she doesn't like this topic of conversation and she really doesn't like that last question -- locked in place with him for a moment, she grits her teeth and closes her eyes again as if she'd block out his compassion or pity. Then she wrenches her arm free and leaps backwards, pointing her sword at him]

I will change, you can be sure of that. I command you to find me a mirror!

[dealerofdreams]

A request would have been enough. As you wish. I'll see what I can do. [he politely bows and turns to fetch the mirror for her. His wounds are about halfway healed now, and if Suigintou were to look, the spots where his blood fell to the ground now have small patches of nearly-extinct flowers beginning to sprout]