002 || Of Childishness and War

[crimsonmischief]

There is a giant ball pit here!!!! With slides and everything~♥!

[While recognizable to those who have seen it and are prone to remembering right away, Crimson's handwriting is slightly messier this time, as if he was too excited to focus on something as mundane as making his words terribly legible and neat.]And um... Does the elevator make it a

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QUICKLOG- EPIC RAINBOW BALL WARRRRRRRRRRR

[whitelotuses]

[He was curious about this place, naturally, and he snuck away from his work for what he thought would only be a few minutes.

He wasn't counting on encountering...this. He stumbled when the elevator opened, stepping out and flopping into a giant pit of... He grabbed one and held it up to his face. ...plastic balls?

He looked around, not seeing anyone, and attempted to right himself in the pit, which only ended up making him flounder a bit until he could get himself at least mostly vertical.]

What is this?

[He furrowed his brow, casting a glare to the ball in his hand. What foolishness.]

QUICKLOG- LEAVE YOUR GENTLENESS BEHIND WITH YOUR SHOES

[crimsonmischief]

[Crimson, busy as he was with darting through the tunnels while pretending to be a ninja, immediately sensed the new presence and paused. It was familiar, but not, like a nagging presence that he wanted to swat away but couldn't right away since he had to be careful not to get himself stung by the poisonous stinger. Creeping forward and unconsciously masking his presence to the barest drop of energy, he peered out at the man glaring at one of the plastic balls, strong dislike and apprehension running down his spine as he recognized the one from his dream. The one who had been responsible for so much blood.

However, it wouldn't do to let the other know that he'd been recognized, so he quickly crept back into another tunnel, his presence growing more obvious as he retraced his previous steps forward, making it seem like he was just now approaching the nearest slide before he slid down with an excited, childish laugh, stopping himself halfway up when he seemed to notice the other man for the first time.]

Ah! Hello there~!

QUICKLOG- SHIT ARE THERE SNAKES IN THE BALL PIT

[whitelotuses]

[He had a nagging feeling someone was here, but he couldn't be quite sure what it was that made him feel it. A sixth sense, maybe? Another puzzle to think about.

He chuckled in response to the man's appearance, letting that mask slip effortlessly into place.]

Hello! I haven't seen you about.

[And he smiled. What was the meaning of this? Was this a game to whatever forces controlled this place? Inwardly, he bristled. He would show them who their master was, in time.]

QUICKLOG- SNAKES WEARING FAKE GLASSES

[crimsonmischief]

[That kind, friendly smile only heightened his suspicions and distrust, though none of it showed on Crimson's face as he let himself shoot off the slide and land with a 'fwhoop' near the familiar stranger, accidentally showering him with plastic balls. Or maybe not accidentally, who knew?

Popping back up with a hand holding his hat in place, he offered the other man a big, excited smile, projecting nothing but innocent good-nature.]

I just arrived here a couple days ago. Are you new too~?

QUICKLOG- CHEAP FAKE GLASSES

[whitelotuses]

[He swatted a few of the balls away, but the shower only managed to bury him in a bit deeper. He let none of his annoyance show on his face, and smiled kindly at the other man...who really was acting more like an overgrown child.]

I am. [He nodded.] My name is Kagami. And yours?

QUICKLOG- SO HE WON'T MIND IF THEY GET KNOCKED OFF, RIGHT?

[crimsonmischief]

[How can you not act like an overgrown child when in a GIANT BALL PIT COMPLETE WITH TUNNELS AND SLIDES?!]

I'm Crimson~! It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Not. But he wasn't about to let Kagami guess that.]

QUICKLOG- TOUCH THE GLASSES AND DIE, BETCH

[whitelotuses]

[It's called self-control. Or...possibly it's called smothering your inner child with a pillow when you're age five.]

The pleasure is all mine.

[Not.]

So do you know how we return? I didn't quite expect this, I'm afraid, and I have work waiting for me...

QUICKLOG- WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT TOUCHING

[crimsonmischief]

[Murderer.]

Aha... I'm not sure entirely... Most the responses I've gotten say that someone needs to come down for the elevator to reappear...

[All said while picking up a plastic ball and idly tossing it up and down. He wants to plaaaaaaaay.]

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[whitelotuses]

[He looked around, smiling a bit hopelessly and chuckling.]

So, it seems I might be here for a short while, then.

[And he hadn't brought his journal. It would be just his luck, wouldn't it? He let out a sigh, but watched Crimson carefully. Something about him...he felt familiar. Another meaningless insect, perhaps? Or would he possibly be of use, like Asuka?]

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[crimsonmischief]

Yep~!

[And Crimson obviously plans to make good use of it as he suddenly grinned with childish mischief and swept both arms through the sea of plastic balls, sending a wave of them flying at Kagami while he threw himself back to place more room in between the two of them.]

QUICKLOG-

[whitelotuses]

[He chuckled, all the while hiding his rancor behind a polite smile. He swatted a few of the balls away, his reflexes quick as ever, and looked the man over again, turning things over in his mind. He had that distant feeling that he knew him from somewhere, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.]

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[crimsonmischief]

[He could sense the other man's rising irritation in each quick, but hard swat at the flying balls and he couldn't help but crow happily inside. It seemed that while he quite enjoyed annoying people, this one would be one of his favorites.

Well, passive-aggressive, appearing to be innocent fun annoying...

Letting out a small laugh, he scooped up another armful of balls before quickly tossing them one after another at Kagami, aiming no only for the body, but also the head. Specifically, the glasses, which seemed to bother him a lot more than glasses should.]

QUICKLOG- FUCK YOU URAHARARARARARA

[whitelotuses]

[He raised an arm to shield his face, but with every ball his irritation was rising.

But what was he to do? He had to keep up appearances...and that meant playing this little man's game.

So he grabbed one of the balls, holding it for a few moments before launching it at Crimson. More followed, until there was a slight smile on his face.]

QUICKLOG- NO THANKS, AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZEN

[crimsonmischief]

[Laughing good-naturedly, Crimson dodged some of the balls but let most of them hit him to play down on his natural abilities and reflexes. Catching a few of the slower ones, he returned fire before turning and quickly making his way to the mass of tunnels and slides, tossing armfuls of balls onto the structure before climbing up to gain the higher ground.]

Shall we have a game of war then, Kagami-san~?

QUICKLOG- YOU KNOW YOU WANTS DIS

[whitelotuses]

[A game of war? No, Kagami did not "play" war. Was was a sickening affair, a struggle to win. This was just the game of an overgrown child.

Appearances were appearances, however, and he chuckled softly.]

Well, it seems I don't have much choice. I am stuck down here for a while.

QUICKLOG- ONLY THE HEAD, SERVED ON A SILVER PLATTER

[crimsonmischief]

Wonderful~!

[And with that... BOMBS AWAY! Or rather, plastic balls away, but hey, he can pretend they're bombs if he wants.]