[A door appears suddenly in one of the corridors. It's tall and heart-shaped and decorated with red and black checkers. A small crown motif rests atop it
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[Matt's wandering around with a cigarette in one a hand and a copy of The Colour of Magic he managed to find in the library, having given his away some time ago, in the other. He rounds the corner and looks pretty impressed by the tantrum.]
Matt has been wandering on and off, though not really at the mansion so much lately. He pauses as he hears Misa's tantrum and heads over towards her. "Its this place. Assuming your 'door' would help you get out. The Mansion doesn't let us leave on our own."
"The one we're stuck in. Have you not got the introduction yet?" He cants his head a bit, looking over her. If she's still in her Noah form, then he makes no attempt to hide his intrest in the crosses on her forehead.
[And Mello is stalking the halls, as per what has become custom, when he hears the loud voice and honestly, it takes a lot to surprise him in this place these days. He understands the frustration, though. God knows he's still not entirely over it.]
Heh. [It would be an understatement to say that he's amused. He's seen Misa in his world, but he's definitely never seen her looking anything like this and well, the tantrum...that's just the icing on the cake.]
This place doesn't really give a shit if you bust it up, y'know. [He leans against an opposite wall. Just watching.]
[He puts his arms out in front of him, attempting to hold off the physical contact while simultaneously side-stepping. Distance.]
M'not your Mello, [he murmurs, tracing his eyes over her features. He guesses this place will never disappoint, where weird shit is concerned.] You're in the Mansion. Middle of nowhere or some shit.
[Walking right out of his room wearing his now-usual blue jeans and long-sleeve red plaid flannel shirt, Mihael practically runs right into a very strange-looking young lady, attempting to bring the vacation mansion down around their ears. Eyeing her warily, he just pops his door back open, leaning inside and grabbing his rifle from where it leans against the wall.
Slinging it across his back, Mihael smiles brightly at the blond woman who is very different from his Melushka.]
Whatever this place has done to anger you, I am sure you are not hurting it much in return. [His smile becomes more amused than anything else.]
[Mihael groans at the misguided reference; he is beginning to lose what little patience he has that other "Mellos" do not seem to have. He shifts in his stance just a bit, once more fighting the urge to salute as he introduces himself - again.]
My name is not Mello, lastochka - I am Lieutenant Mihael Keehl of the Russian Special Forces Unit. This gun has been my gun for two years now - and I may wear whatever I like while on leave!
[His expression softens a bit as he looks her up and down.] I assume I have not met you yet?
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Dude, I mean miss. It can't be that bad.
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Um. We're in this crazy mansion. How d'you know who I am?
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"Its this place. Assuming your 'door' would help you get out. The Mansion doesn't let us leave on our own."
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He cants his head a bit, looking over her. If she's still in her Noah form, then he makes no attempt to hide his intrest in the crosses on her forehead.
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Heh. [It would be an understatement to say that he's amused. He's seen Misa in his world, but he's definitely never seen her looking anything like this and well, the tantrum...that's just the icing on the cake.]
This place doesn't really give a shit if you bust it up, y'know. [He leans against an opposite wall. Just watching.]
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M'not your Mello, [he murmurs, tracing his eyes over her features. He guesses this place will never disappoint, where weird shit is concerned.] You're in the Mansion. Middle of nowhere or some shit.
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Slinging it across his back, Mihael smiles brightly at the blond woman who is very different from his Melushka.]
Whatever this place has done to anger you, I am sure you are not hurting it much in return. [His smile becomes more amused than anything else.]
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My name is not Mello, lastochka - I am Lieutenant Mihael Keehl of the Russian Special Forces Unit. This gun has been my gun for two years now - and I may wear whatever I like while on leave!
[His expression softens a bit as he looks her up and down.] I assume I have not met you yet?
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