so sweet and p u r e ♔

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[ Whatever Red had been doing was — well, what else than other feeding Pikachu a couple berries he’d found that didn’t look too dangerous? The spot he’d found seemed relatively safe as well, allowing him to relax somewhat and eat a couple of the same berries. Should a demonic dog suddenly attack him, well, he would rely on his Pokemon for that, though it would still nearly give him a heart attack. This island was going to be the death of him, quite literally. ]

[ — And he knew he shouldn’t have had his guard down, even a little, but he did anyway, and would you look at that, there was someone with a blade at his neck. Red dropped the berry in surprise and gulped, hand immediately moving so that it hovered over one of his Pokeballs. Pikachu was already glaring daggers at his attacker, whoever they were, and in his offensive stance. He raised his eyebrows briefly. Just his luck. ]

Who are you?

No one special.

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"That's a horrible answer, but I guess it'll do." Would be what the angel said before she removed the blade from his side, gripping it tightly at her own, should he attack her with any of his Pokemon. Since Pokemon technically weren't human, Stripes could hurt them -- not that she was planning on hurting innocent creatures, but if they made the first move, she wouldn't hesitate -- unless they were cute. Then it would be a bit of a problem. 

"Name's Stocking. Anarchy Stocking." A brief introduction, if nothing more. Even though she seemed to have directed her attention elsewhere, Stocking was still aware of his movements, making sure none of them were threatening -- even though he probably wouldn't be able to hurt her, it was better to avoid the risk and to avoid making herself look like a weakling; which she definitely was not. 

Although he seemed to be one of the people stuck here, she couldn't be sure. Walking a few steps closer, she pulled up her sleeve, pointing at a little lump in her arm. "Do you have one?" She meant the chip of course, and if he did, that'd set her at ease for at least a little bit, knowing he was one of them. He didn't seem dangerous at the moment, but appearances were easy to manipulate, and Stocking wasn't the most trustworthy angel out there. Unlike Panty, who would no doubt be getting into his pants within seconds of meeting, Stocking wasn't like that.

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It was merely a hunch.

Merely a hunch, that there was someone else near her. Merely a feeling that she'd meet another person, not over the screen of some phone, but in person. Merely a hunch that she was right.  And oh, she was. A few more steps and she'd see the figure of a boy not too far away from her, doing.. well, whatever he was doing. Either way, the angel was aware of one thing -- whether this person was a threat, or whether they were harmless. If she were to approach them normally, she'd be gambling on whether they'd be dangerous or not, but if she approached them as the threat, then she'd have the upper hand if he were dangerous.

So, in a moment, he would find a blade at his neck, threatening to slice through his skin and bones, and although the sword couldn't harm humans, he didn't know that. Only Stocking did, and it's not like anyone could figure something like that out, especially at bladepoint like he was now.

"Who are you?"

She was to the point, demanding an answer, eyes narrowing and glaring at the other. 

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Mm… ‘Heaven.’ Yeah right. Stocking may have been one of the single strangest names she’d ever heard, and Sayaka had seen her fair share of ” paranormal ” creatures to understand that not everything was always as simple as it seemed, but if this girl expected her to believe that she was from some magical land up in the clouds, she was sorely mistaken. The girl brushed it off, deciding that it was nothing more than a silly joke.

“Never heard of Daten City before… But I guess geography isn’t really my strong point. It’s nice to meet you too, Stocking.” Probably. And, well; nothing academic was her strong point, really, but she had enough pride not to go spouting that to everyone she came across. As crass as the other was, there was no reason to act rude towards the stranger who had been kind enough to respond to her pleas when she so desperately wanted company.

Sayaka paused, let a short silence fall over them, before she shuffled quietly and re-steadied the camera. “So, uh— Is this all… Real? Like, the island and what that kid said on the video… We really are trapped on this island?” She tried to keep her voice even, far from showing how worried she really was, and forced out a small chuckle.

“That’s nonsense, huh…?”

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Or maybe Heaven wasn't some 'magical land up in the clouds'. Who knows, it could have been some really strict and worse than Earth, but you'd never find out until you.. well, did. If one even existed in the first place, that is. Stocking has had her share of paranormal as well, and unfortunately for them, they had both seen plenty enough. And if the creatures on this island counted as 'paranormal', they would soon meet more of these creatures, although maybe not as dangerous as the ones in their home worlds.

Maybe.

"It depends." Would be her response, taking another brief look at her surroundings before leaning up against the trunk of a tree, only to stand up straight again when the leaves above rustled -- something flew away, maybe? A bird? Probably. "Seems real enough. Nothing's impossible, right? Not that you couldn't try leaving, see if that gets you anywhere." It wasn't really a challenge, more like a suggestion that probably shouldn't be tried. She was pretty sure that she didn't want to end up dead, and Sayaka probably felt the same. If they were to be trapped on an island, the kid would have made sure they wouldn't be able to leave by any means necessary.

"As for myself, I don't give a damn. They want to mess? Fine by me, I don't mind wasting my time on their stupid games, as long as they keep things fun and entertaining." It's not like her and Panty didn't go through some sort of crazy drama every single day of their lives, whether in Heaven or in Daten City. Although she would love it if she could just go home and pig out on sweets all day or bust some Ghosts, this was a change. Maybe not a nice one, but a change nonetheless.

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He decided to ignore the comment she just made, her opinion of him didn’t really matter much to him. He realized it was almost pointless arguing with her, he couldn’t change her opinion. He just shrugged.

The ‘little boy’ comment is what got under his skin the most. She didn’t know who he was and she was in no authority to talk down to him. Especially someone of her manners. 

“If there is someone going around killing people like a mad man, it wouldn’t surprise me. I’m not really scared to see if he comes to kill me though because the chances of that are unlikely.” He could see that she’s going to put on this tough act, but she’s scared of being here. Like him. Like her though, he wasn’t going to admit it. 

“I know not everyone is going to seek comfort. I was though. Obviously you were seeking something too. Either it was comfort, or to ‘warn’ me. It was still you showing you care about other people’s persons on the island. How nice.” His tone turned a bit sarcastic; noting he was starting to get bored of her arguing with him. 

He couldn’t help but smirk at her telling him who she was though,

“You shouldn’t give out your personal information, Anarchy Stocking.”

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Little did he know, Stocking was, technically, in a higher standing than him. She lived in Heaven, her mother was a Goddess, and while he was a mere human, Stocking was an angel. Or, that's what she says she is. She's actually a demon, but it would take an intelligent demon to figure that out.. Scanty and Kneesocks never realized it, after all, and they were demons.

"Oh, yes, I am very kind," she responded, mimicking his sarcasm -- although, she was naturally sarcastic so really, it wasn't really a mimic. "It wouldn't be very fun if this game lost it's players so early, after all!" She wasn't one for games, but if he saw this as one, she might as well play along. Even though she wasn't one to let herself be bind by rules either, this little one seemed to like these kinds of things! Though he was quite the boring one.

"Oh, but since you were kind enough to tell me who you were, I thought I'd be kind as well and tell you my own! Of course, I could care less if you tried to go after me. I wouldn't lose to a weakling like you." Or to anyone for that matter, even if they were to put up a good fight. 

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Sayaka was taken aback, needless to say. The other girl’s appearance on her video feed shocked the girl into a state of near petrification, blue eyes widening more than she could recall them doing ever before. Despite her shock, though, she was glad to see another figure — someone who was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, actually alive, and well, and hopefully in the same situation as her. Someone who could, possibly, give her some answers.

Clearing her throat, Sayaka shook her head and prepared herself for one of the most awkward introductions she had to give yet.

“A-Ah… I’m Sayaka. Sayaka Miki.”

What she wouldn’t give to dive into the questions immediately, demand that this stranger tell her where she was and why, and what was going on and anything that was better than being told that she’d had a piece of metal jammed inside of her by some creepy kid. But she couldn’t. She had learned what jumping ahead of herself could do; paid the price for her actions. For now, she’d just take it slow.

“Who’re you? You don’t look familiar… Heck, you don’t even look like you’re from Mitakihara Town.” Nor did she look like an island local, but judging from her surroundings, Sayaka was willing to bet that she didn’t want to know what the locals did look like.

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"Sayaka?"

Fair enough. They at least answered her without yelling at her for being rude.  "I'm Stocking. I'm from Heaven." And she said this with all seriousness, if not for the part added; "Though up until now, I was in Daten City." And of course, Sayaka didn't look familiar at all. But then again, why would her and Panty have any reason to memorize the faces of everyone they saw on the job? It was pointless anyway, even if they looked up to the pair as idols or something.

They probably didn't want to find out -- what the locals looked like. Judging by their surroundings, there was no doubt that these so-called locals wouldn't even be as nice as one would expect -- maybe more savage than the usual.. local. 

"Nice to meet you, I guess."  Or not. 

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"What the fuck?"

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He was caught off guard by the interruption, is this girl stupid? She obviously had no manners, or respect. He didn’t really see what this girl was getting at. If he wanted to die so badly? Please, it wouldn’t be that easy. At least that’s how he thought of it. Plus, he didn’t mind people knowing who he was. 

He expected the girl who interrupted him to meet him here, so he was pretty prepared for any sign of a person near by. What he wasn’t prepared for was her actually touching him. 

He became instantly more annoyed with her. “Dangerous? I don’t see what you’re getting at. You seem like a circus freak. Not dangerous.” He was aware at what she was meaning but he knew what he was doing when he made that video call. He wasn’t stupid, “If I didn’t want people to know who I was, I wouldn’t have told them. I wanted someone to come here. Any sign of actual life is more comforting, even I can admit that. What kind of game would this be with out more players after all?

it was pretty risky though. You’re right. You could’ve killed me. But you didn’t.” He felt more relaxed now that he actually is talking to someone. 

“I whoever came wouldn’t kill me though, they just wanted a sense of someone else being around too.” 

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"If that's your way of thinking, then you really are an idiot."

"Not everyone is like that, little boy. Not everyone will seek comfort from another, and for all I would know, there's probably some crazy-ass guy running around killing people just for the heck of it." Little did they know, there probably were some pretty dangerous people around, either yet to come, or already have. Either way, they'd have to find out first-hand if there were any, though hopefully not very soon. 

But unlike this human, this naive little one, Stocking was no fool. She'll know how to protect herself when the time came. Though she couldn't say much about not taking this whole thing seriously, since she as well was pretty amused by everything, if not bored. She was starting to crave sweets -- not that she didn't crave some 24/7, but to be away from them for so long wasn't something she would desire.

"Name's Stocking."

"Anarchy Stocking."

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Ciel looked around him unsure of his surroundings, taking in the information he just recently received about the island that he’s now on. This had to be some sort of weird joke, right? Or maybe he was dreaming. This had to be a bad dream and he’s wake up any second in his bed. 

“Ouch!” He felt a sudden pain when he moved his arm, making him instantly pull up his sleeve and try to find the source of the pain he felt. There was a scar there, that had to be where that Gabriel boy put the chip in him. Ciel pulled back down his sleeve and let out an annoyed sigh. This wasn’t a dream. Where was Sebastian? He was really stuck here being forced to survive with out his butler. This game would end in one or two ways: he’ll live, or die. He didn’t really like the odds, but there was no way he was going to die. 

The young boy pulled out the device he was given for communication, he wasn’t really sure how to use this thing since he had seen nothing like this before. He flipped it open turning on the video option,”Hello? Is this thing working?” the screen flashed to his face. He felt a bit dumb, like he was talking to himself, “If someone is listening, I’m Ciel Phantomhive. As you all know we’re here because of this boy that calls himself ‘Gabriel’ and it seems we’re here for a game of his? Or some other twisted reason,” He paused, unsure how to go with this, “But, if anyone else is by this river that I’m at,” he rotated the device so that it does a 360 of where he was at, “Meet me.” he kept the stare at the camera taking his video. Not showing a bit of what he was feeling. He just had to wait at this point and hopefully someone would respond. 

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What, more shotas? This place seemed to be infested with little kids -- at least, from what she's seen. She hardly waited for him to finish, interrupting him just as he was finishing what he had to say. "Are you stupid?" Right, it would probably be a death wish to say something as rude as that to a noble of Ciel's status, but as of right now, he was nothing other than one of the rats running around on the island, watched over by the eyes of.. another little boy.

"If you want to die so badly, then keep going. If you value your life at all, I suggest you shut up and stop giving away your information, Ciel Phantomhive."

She shut off the device, shoving it into her dress pocket before falling silent, listening for the sound a river before heading in the direction, her movements quiet and stealthy as she reached it, the small boy standing in the distance, no doubt the same one from before. Swiftly, she appeared behind him, lightly wrapping her fingers around his neck before leaning forward, whispering in his ear. 

"It's dangerous, you see?" And stepped back again, releasing him and giving him a cold stare. 

"You're a walking piece of bait, little boy."

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Sayaka was met with a dull ache in her stomach, pain that wrapped around the base of her spine and clenched and tore and ripped away at her insides until she had to force herself to sit up from her position on the ground, her hands slipping under the fabric of her shirt to press against the cool, unharmed skin of her abdomen. Not a single drop of blood, no gaping wound, just… a single scar, tracing along her navel, where her Soul Gem would be glowing with life were she not in this form. 

“Ngh… W-What the…? I can feel it?” She scampered to her feet in an instant, the movement tugging the torn-up backpack in front of her with a quiet rustle. Her nails pressed into her skin, once, twice, experimentally; predictably, she was met with nothing other than a minuscule amount of pressure — nothing compared to the sensation underneath. Biting her lip, Sayaka reached into the bag and pulled out the cellphone, her eyes pulling into a glare at the brightly lit screen. ‘A chip,’ that kid had said…

She clicked her tongue and raised the phone in front of her face, turning the camera on with one smooth movement.

“O-Oi! Hey! Someone out there better tell me what’s going on here! I get that this is some sort of… island, I guess, but I don’t really understand why I’m here, or why…” Why she had some piece of technology lodged in her belly, for one thing. She shook her head. “Where’d that kid go? I have some questions, in case he didn’t know.”

The girl sighed, her grip only intensifying around the thin case of the cellphone. She absently brought a hand to the tips of her hair and twirled strands of blue through her fingers, not once removing her gaze from the camera’s glare. Was anyone even listening…? What if she was alone, now, left in only God knew where with some cheap ass phone knock-off, talking to herself like a lunatic?

It would almost be funny, if not for the fact that Sayaka was afraid of that harsh reality. 

“… I-Is anyone listening…? Just say something if you’re there, okay?”

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It hadn't been long since Stocking arrived. The whole explanation video on the phone had been watched as well, and it took a lot of self-calming to stop herself from hurling it to the ground, from destroying it and crushing it into tiny bits and pieces. She would need it, she told herself. She'll regret it, too, she told herself. And she didn't. Now here it was, ringing and ringing, and as the angel finally got tired of the noise, took it out, eyes adjusting to the bright screen before her eyes met with the other's.

Keeping silent even after the request to say something, Stocking let a few minutes pass by before turning on her own video, her almost bored expression showing up on the screen of the phone.

"What? There are others here, too?"

Quite frankly, she thought she was alone on this island. Like Heaven thought that the coin collection and practically turning her and her sister into Ghost Busters weren't enough of a punishment and thrown them onto the island, and that Gabriel guy was nothing but a phony. But it seemed that there were humans in the same situation as well? 

"Who are you?" 

It may have been rude to demand a name before she had given her own, but this was unusual for her, and she wasn't exactly the most polite person either.