Rika serves her revenge on Daisuke very, very cold.
Current IC time is: Sat Oct 05 07:28:34 2002 - Day
Secluded corner
This obscure corner of the toyshop feels like a place from an era past, ten years ago or so. At least, the shelves don’t contain the latest fads and high-tech toys, but instead, Sailor Moon paraphernalia - wands, communicators, (which don’t even work) Mercury’s magical computer - all things that would send people screaming in 1992, but it isn’t 1992, right? The floor is sweeped clean and the stock on the shelves is in good order, but this doesn’t prevent this quiet and secluded location from feeling… abandoned?
Daisuke
Standing at about 5′2″ and definately looking thin for his age, Daisuke holds himself much taller than he actually is. Even so, for someone who is so easily amused, his face relaxed looks actually quite serious. However, in a heartbeat, a smirk can be placed on his face in no time flat. His eyes, when not hiding behind sunglasses, are a piercing emerald green. His hair is black with purple highlights and actually quite straight. It seems it has been recently cut though into a basic crew cut. His face looks pretty normal if it werent for a crescent scar on his cheek.
Piffle Princess is always so crowded. And when you are slightly small like Ichiro Daisuke, its easy to get lost even in a place in which you are somewhat familiar with. Covering up the fact that he is lost, he leans cooly against the wall, his sunglasses on.
Somebody in red
This small human shape - well, it looks human, definitely, and rather diminuitive at that, being short and narrow in shoulders - is clad entirely in a concealing cloak of fine red silk, like some sort of western priest or monk would be. The hood of the cloak is thrown over the figure’s face, leaving it largely in the dark, so if there is any in there, it’s hardly recognisable. The cloak is very long and goes well past the figure’s feet - in fact, whoever that is, they probably have to pull this odd garment up just to walk.
Somebody in red peeks out from behind a shelf. Chansu! “….daisuke-saaaan…” a female voice whispers and the shape disappears again.
Fiddling with the ends of his black sweatshirt, Daisuke turns his head forcefully in the direction that the voice is coming from, “What?!” He asks his voice dark with annoyance.
The voice repeats, enticingly, “…ichiro daaaaaisuke-san…” from behind the shelf. What the heck?… then again, what did you expect when you’re surrounded by Sailor Moon paraphernalia?
“Who’s ever calling my name, just come out and tell me what you want,” Daisuke lets out a sigh, his eyes slipping closed for a moment. Not like you can notice through his dark sunglasses. His hands slip into his pockets but he doesn’t move from his perch still trying to come off as cool. He is a bit stiffer at the moment.
“Look, just come over here for a moment, will you?” the voice breathes out, with a hint of annoyance. “…I mean, it’s not like every day the spirit of future christmas gets called off to work on freaking OCTOBER.”
“No…” Daisuke bites, “Why don’t you come over here!” No, he’s not that gulliable!
Somebody in red peers out from behind the shelf. “Look, it’s either that or when Christmas actually does come, you’ll have it much worse.” How can anyone say that nonsense with a straight face… wait a second, there’s no face in sight, just the hood.
“Eh…” Daisuke shrugs his shoulders indifferently, “Christmas, Bah Humbug…” Isn’t he a cheerful sort of person. “If you are trying to be funny, you aren’t doing a very good job.” And to prove his point, he lets out a yawn.
Somebody in red sighs, “Oh well. Don’t you say I did not give you a chance next time, you’re getting what you deserved and that’s final. That’ll teach them to make me work overtime…” and a hand rises in this cloak, still mostly enveloped in red silk. What’s interesting though is a thin metallic wand that peeks from in there, with an elaborate metal wire design on the end. “Tex Izas To Latobghubei!” chants the figure, and the wand sparkles with red… and the sparkles spread like wildfire, illuminating the shelves… but most of all, Daisuke.
Daisuke
Daisuke holds himself much taller than he actually is. Even so, for someone who is so easily amused, his face relaxed looks actually quite serious. However, in a heartbeat, a smirk can be placed on his face in no time flat. His eyes, when not hiding behind sunglasses, are a piercing emerald green. His hair is black with purple highlights and actually quite straight. It seems it has been recently cut though into a basic crew cut. His face looks pretty normal if it werent for a crescent scar on his cheek. Currently, he is wearing … something odd indeed. For one thing, in this cold weather he’s wearing a skirt. And you’d just wish it were a quilt, but no, it’s a frilly floofy blue skirt with accompanying petticoats, more fitting an idol singer and definitely not fitting the cold weather. Though the blue stockings right below it probably help that considerably. On his feet are blue high heeled shoes, their heels being tall enough to preclude movement in untrained users.
Daisuke coughs as he waves the smoke out of his face, “What’s the deal?! Who are you?” He hasn’t even noticed anything just yet.
Somebody in red shrugs, “Didn’t I tell you? I’m the Spirit of Future Christmas. See you in the future, baka.” responds the female voice in a rather irritated tone and the figure disappears behind the shelf.
Nawar
This girl has a curious mix of asian features.. her skin, a gentle milky brown. She stands taller than most of her peers, as if nature wanted to give her slightly slanted glowing hazel eyes a better view to admire the wonders in this world. While she’s by no means a heavyweight, all-around she does have a more filled out figure than many of her peers leading to a healthy set of soft curves. Her fingers, naturally long and delicate seem calloused, the nails cracked or worn down and likely caked with a few flecks of soil. A faint aroma of earth and plants surrounds her and the sturdy, woven cloth bag she never lets out of her sight.
Having decided to explore around the department section of the Piffle Princess, Nawar finds herself in this odd section. Not that she’d know it as odd, most all of the merchandise in the store seems both interesting and altogether strange to her. What is rather odd is the boy here wearing a fluffy blue skirt.. yet, again what does she know? It’s still cause for a bit of a mute stare though, which she performs admirably.
Daisuke coughs at the remainder of the dust. He growls at the Spirit of Future Christmas before his eyes fall on Nawar, “What?!” He emphasizes before he looks down and notices what he’s wearing. Letting out a small scream, his voice cracking slightly, “Get it off! Get it off!” Trying to find what happened to his jeans, he brushes at the skirt then he moves slightly only to bend his ankle back from the annoyance of the shoes, “Ow!”
Rika
This girl fits the textbook definition of ‘cute redhead’, and while she’s unmistakably asian, her relatively pale skin and dark green eyes, coupled with flaming red hair cut in a pageboy style make it easy to forget about it, especially since there’s no sign of hair dye. She does seem to wear some makeup on her face, still posessed of soft, childlike features, but it’s hard to trace just what did she do with it - there isn’t much. Overally, she resembles a fox - lithe and slim, and generally small, since she’s rather short.
She is wearing a winter coat, a pure deep coca-cola red wool which has a white fur collar and cuffs to it. The fur is either natural or at the very least a very high quality artifical affair, and she looks very much like a Santa Claus’ redhead assistant - if he had any, that is. The coat ends halfway through her thighs, revealing the deliberately faded blue jeans, which widen at the bottom, offering only a glimpse of the blue and white sneakers on her feet.
On her back is a fancy-looking black backpack, which, beside the obvious hundred and a half pockets sports what looks like decorative Angelic Layer style wings on the sides.
An unusual hairband rests upon her hair - a silvery, thickish metallic object with glistening chrome parts. It looks very pretty, almost like jewelry, but very weird. And it has leds.
Rika stumbles into the area, fiddling with her backpack that she drags in front of her, as if looking for a wallet inside it. Hearing Daisuke’s yells she looks up at him… beep goes her headband as Rika stops where she stood, wide-eyed.
Nawar sees Daisuke’s ankle twist and moves up towards him, “Ne, daijoubu? Your ankle, is it hurt?” Her questions come automatically as she tries to assess whether or not the boy is injured. “It’s pretty silly to wear those things if you don’t know how to walk in them.”
“I didn’t wear these! They just appeared there!” Daisuke snaps at Nawar. If his ankle was hurt, he wouldn’t show it. Its bad to show weakness! He kicks off one of the shoes and slips out of the other. It seems they are now his boots again. He slips off his sunglasses looking down with daggers. It seems for the moment, he forgets there are two other people in the area and tries to place his boots back on wincing a little with the other. As they slip back on, back to the massive high heels. Letting out an annoyed grumble with a hint of desparation, he whines a little, “What’s going on…!” Glancing at Rika, he glares, “It was all you wasn’t it!?”
Rika blinkblinks. She repeats that for five seconds, no less… and then hides behind the taller Nawar’s back and peers out from behind her schoolmate, “What the heck are you talking about?” she responds. And her hairband goes beep again.
Nawar bends down and picks up one of the boots and holds it up close to her eyes.. they were high heels just now. They -were-. Yet now.. aside from holding a smell which makes her nose wrinkle they appear to be an altogether unremarkable pair of boots. “Aaahh, nani?”
“Would you both go away!?” Daisuke felt like he was going to cry as he snags his boots from Nawar and tries to place them on. Those stupid high heels again! Now he would rip off the skirt if it weren’t a public place and if ladies weren’t present. “Onegai! Just go!” He’ll have to think of something even if it meant walking home at night. Wow, this was uncomfortable. It was beginning to have the PMS affect on him as he adjusts the skirt and the stockings uncomfortably.
Rika edges away slowly towards the more populated parts of the shop, mumbling something under her breath about exibitionists. At least, it’s certain she used that word. beep goes the hairband.
Nawar stays for now, Daisuke’s protestations going unheard. She’s still busy observing the shoe, at the moment she’s even got it on her foot.. even when worn it’s still just a boot. Looking up to Daisuke she says, “This -was- a high heeled shoe just a moment ago…. wasn’t it?”
“Yeeess!” Daisuke nearly whines. He just wanted to go home right now. But what if someone sees him!? No, he’s safe right here although incrediably uncomfortable.
Rika stops just behind a shelf and peers out from behind it, her bright red hair giving her away completely even among the prevalence of pink in toys, too curious to actually leave. She starts fiddling with her backpack again, apparently looking to fish something out. And most likely it’s a camera…
“D-demo.. that’s not possible! Things don’t just turn into other things..” Nawar blurts out, (of course she’s one to talk, Drasil’s transformations border on the magical themselves..) She then takes the shoe off her foot and tries to put it back on Daisuke’s, maybe that’s the key.
Nope. The shoe joins its brother and turns into the high heels again. Daisuke slips to his knees annoyingly fiddling with the stupid skirt, “I want to go home! But someone could see me! I don’t want anyone from school to see me!”
Rika stifles a giggle. “Uh… aren’t we both from your school already?” she comments, trying not to sound too amused. And yes, she did pull out a camera. The big one. With the monster flash. One that is fit to make large wall posters.
Nawar sits back and tries to calm her breathing.. her mind crunching along through the shock of the impossible sights. For the moment she’s both silent and unseeing, lost in her thoughts.
Noooooo! As soon as Daisuke sees the flash, he screams, ‘Don’t you dare take pictures of me like this, you little biznatch!” Next, not really lady like at all, pretty much forgetting he’s in a skirt, he dives at Rika, tripping in the shoes as he does fall in the direction of Rika. “I hate you!”
Rika shrieks and jumps back, pressing the button reflexively, SNAP “Get that pervert away from me!” she yells, covering more than her height in a single backward jump and hiding behind yet another shelf.
Deciding to test the phenomenon further, Nawar reaches over to the fallen Daisuke and attempts to rip a portion of cloth off the dress. However when she pulls, no matter how hard, the material seems to resist her efforts. Curiouser and Curiouser..
“You’re the pervert! You put me in the dress! You’re always trying to make my life miserable because you can’t take the truth!” Daisuke yells through his teeth. As Nawar tries to pull at the dress, Daisuke shrieks a small shriek, his voice cracking slightly before he turns to slap Nawar’s hand away.
Rika pushes the button, snapping off another shot and sticking the camera back into her backpack, “I did WHAT?!” she asks incrediously. “I knew you hated me, boy, but this is simply ridiculous.”
Nawar shakes her head once more, this had to have been caused by something. Having accepted this as an actual occurence both from data gathered by her own senses then corroborated by Daisuke’s assertions her worldview proceeds to shift to include.. well, -something- new.
“Its always you! You’re always so sneaky! Always wanting to cause problems! And your stupid camera! Stop taking pictures of me!” Daisuke continues to yell at Rika as he moves to grab the camera.
Rika zips up her backpack and swings it on in one swift motion, jumping yet a step back. “And you’re so eager to accuse me that it looks like you’re trying to cover up something!” she says right back. “You’re protecting someone who did this, I know! So that I wouldn’t find out how! You’re doing this all deliberately to put the blame on me!” Well, what do you know, twisted conspiracy theory logic.
Nawar thinks back to a scene, years gone by. She’d been reading one of the more ancient books in her fathers collection, some of the most effective herbal cures available were listed in those books; ones forgotten by the world in todays society of science and techology. She’d come across a section which puzzled her, talking about curses and other assorted arcane ailments. She’d taken it to her father, who’d immediately dismissed it and taken the book away from her. Until now she’d never thought of it again, but what if..
“Why don’t you just come clean, baka!” Daisuke yells as he tries to make a grab at Rika’s bag, “Why would I dress like this?! Its uncomfortable and itchy!” He’s now red, the vein in his forehead thumping at a steady pace.
Rika shrugs, stepping further back, “Well, I would dress like this for a number of reasons. I’d pick a blouse that’d go well with this skirt though!” she replies, not to be outdone.
A woman on a mission now, Nawar places her shoe back on her foot once more and stands. Her eyes are set with concentration, her mind working furiously; she’d tear apart the house looking for that book and any like it. She bows to Daisuke, “Arigatou, good luck to you. If you’re still in this state when I see you again, maybe..” she says, not daring even to finish the sentence.
Daisuke notices that Rika was more in the main part of the store so jumps back to behind the shelf. No one must see him even though the photography girl took his picture, “If I see those pictures up at school, I swear, I will make your life miserable!”
Rika brightens up a bit, “Good idea! That’d be fair, for what you did to Airin!” she responds nonchalantly, and makes yet another step back, almost out in the clear, her camera safe in her backpack… “But maybe I won’t do it if you promise to stop jumping at me every frikking time I see you…” she pauses. “…maybe I’ll even bring you a tablecloth to wrap yourself in…” she grins. “…that is, if you tell me exactly how did you get into the skirt.” she adds with a curious smile.
“I’ve left you both alone since Tanabata!” Daisuke exclaims as he slips down to the ground again, “And they just appeared on. And I find it odd you would be one of the people who found me…” Tablecloth? That would be highly suspicious too, “And I want people to not look at me, thank you!”
This last bit of Rika’s question catches Nawar’s attention, if the boy can explain what happened in greater detail it would only help her search. She halts her exit, turns and awaits to see if he explains.
Rika shrugs, “Well, you see, I have long memories and archives that stretch years and years back… to the first day when I touched a camera. I remember everything and nothing just fades. But if you don’t want a tablecloth, good luck trying on those angel pants over there.” she motions with her head towards the more populated part of the shop.
Daisuke looks towards the more populated of the store and shakes his head, “I don’t want anyone to see!” He glances at Rika and suddenly smirks, “So you like pictures of me in a dress. What sort of bizarre fantasies you have!” His former angry expresion comes back. “And no one else should hear about this!”
Nawar shrugs, it doesn’t appear as if Daisuke is either able or willing to further elucidate what happened to him. Having decided that she begins to head outwards once more..
Rika giggles, letting the comment about her bizarre fantasies slide. She couldn’t care less about what people think of her fantasies… “IF you tell me how exactly you got it.” she adds. “Skirts don’t just appear out of thin air!” After a pause, she comments, “I don’t have enough cash on me to buy you a trenchcoat, though, so a tablecloth will have to do.” She’s probably telling the truth, girls like her tend to have credit cards. And a trenchcoat won’t hide those shoes…
“It did appear out of thin air!” Daisuke snaps standing back up as his ankle once again falls to the side. “There was smoke too! I didn’t just put this on!” He stamps his foot almost resembling a teeny bopper who did not get what she wanted.
Rika continues questioning inquisitively. “Did you do anything unusual? Say anything? Yell at anyone? Touch anything? Buy or sell something? Lose a match or win it? Put on anything? Steal anything?” Reaching behind her back into a pocket on the side of her backpack she pulls out a tiny handheld computer and prepares to write down the report, whatever it might be.
Nawar reaches the store’s exit and as she passes through she looks up to the sky, watching the light snow drift down towards her. Wondering what the world has in store for her next, she makes her way to the train station, aiming to get home as soon as possible.
“Someone with a cape wanted to talk to me claiming to be the ghost of future christmas…” Daisuke rolled his eyes, “And I when I told her to come here instead if she wanted to talk, she wouldn’t and just waved a little wand of hers…” He attempts to adjust the stockings again. “I still think it was you.”
Rika tap-tap-tap-taps the buttons on her handheld. “Quit that, or you’re not getting the tablecloth… Ghost of the future christmas, huh? But it’s still October.”
Daisuke rolls his eyes, “I’m not making this up. Why do you even care anyway?!” His eyes narrow at Rika, “I thought you hated me, you could make my life even more miserable. What are you playing at?!”
Rika glances back at Daisuke over her computer. “You have what appears to be a geniune case of weirdness going on right here, right now, exactly the kind our conspiratorial government likes covering up so much. It’s very rare for me to stumble on one so directly, so naturally I want pictures and details!”
“No! I don’t want pictures of me in a skirt ever!” Daisuke backs even more away from Rika and into the corner. Please, no one come back here!
Rika looks curiously. “So you’re actively participating in the coverup? I wonder what it takes to squish you so.” she responds, businesslike and slightly cold.
“No…there is no cover up, baka! Just leave me alone!” Daisuke snaps. How he wished he stayed home today.
Rika snaps the computer closed and turns to leave, “Oh well, as you wish. But I’ll get to the truth sooner or later!” she responds firmly.
“You know the truth, I know you do!” Daisuke shakes his head angerly, “Why else would you be so curious and acting not as venomous like you usually are?!”
Rika tosses over her shoulder, “Because I don’t hate little boys until they really, really, REALLY hurt me… though I’ll admit you’ve come closer than most.” before disappearing behind the shelf and out of sight. Will she be back with a tablecloth? Doubtful.
Daisuke just stays in the corner waiting for people to move out. Maybe if there is one person left will he bolt for it. He does not look happy at all.
Rika returns abruptly. From far, far away she tosses Daisuke a packet with what looks like a cheap disposable tablecloth inside. Not good enough to call it a cloak, but good enough to cover up and get home without anyone actually seeing you in a skirt. “I have a long memory, but much longer archives. Backed up four times, not counting network backups abroad.” Rika repeats and disappears again behind the shelves.
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