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[OOM: Hotaru's parents grounded her. How can she get back to Milliways?]

The front door opens, little hands pushing on the doorhandle with effort. The hands belong to a girl of about eight years of age. She has big violet eyes, hidden by the black hair of her bangs until she stands fully up.

She's wearing a thin black jacket, and shorts with little sandals. She looks up and scans the room searchingly, while she steps all the way inside, and firmly shuts the door.

ETA: (ooc: nevermind! ^^; heh.)

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A strange sensation runs up Isaac's spine, and he turns slowly to see the young girl enter the bar. He stands still for a moment, curious as to what such a young child would be doing in a place like this. He stays silent as he watches the girl in wonder.

After continuing to scan the room, she stops in her tracks. Suddenly she takes off, running towards a table where a man with fluffy, green hair sits. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/6801106.html)

Single-minded in her goal, she runs right past Isaac, smiling, and calls out "ONIIISAN!!"

Isaac quickly jumps to the side to avoid her, though that doesn't particularly help with the yellow scarf he wears about his neck, as the end comes dangerously close to catching the girl in the face, if it doesn't.

It was with a cry of surprise he finds himself on his backside on the hard floor, along with a loud >CHINK< from the shift of the sword on his back.

Hotaru looks back over her shoulder at the sound of the sword hitting the floor. She stops running just briefly enough to look at the young man, with an expression of much surprise. If it weren't for this being her second time back to Milliways in much too long, she'd go immediately over and apologize to him. As it is, she makes a slight face of "Oops," and runs away.

Isaac quickly shakes his head and jumps to his feet, looking around. Seeing the form of the girl run off, he darts after her. If only he were a Mercury Adept, he might be able to use Teleport...then again, Mia doesn't particularly have that kind of ability.

He turns a corner and slides to a stop, looking around for her. In confusion, a hand reaches back and scratches at the back of his neck. "Now where'd that little one get to...?" He asks softly.

Hotaru is standing next to Spike at his table, now. He's wearing an expression of shock; her face is wet with tears. She's holding his sleeves, lightly, and they're talking. She's mostly oblivious to anything else going on - Spike seems to be an objective of her coming to Milliways.

[OOC: I'm adding Isaac to Hotaru's friend's list. I happen to be in the middle of Golden Sun ^.^!]

Isaac stops as his eyes finally rest on the young girl near the man he had met earlier that day, and smiles as he leans against the side wall, watching her from afar. There was something about her, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

(OOC: OMG! Someone who actually knows of Golden Sun?! SWEET!!! ^_^ I'll add you, as well, if you want...BSSM is one of my favorite series... ^_^)

[OOC: Please do! Pleased to make your acquaintance!]

(OOC: Alright, you too...Maybe these two can really meet up sometime... ^_^)

[OOC: If you're still around in a bit, they can meet right quick. But I agree! Yes to meeting, in general.]

D feels something strange as he walks down the stairs from his new room, and stops a moment, glancing across the bar.

A child... alone... in a bar? At night?

An instant instinct of both wariness and protectiveness, and then curiosity.

She has the strangest aura he's ever seen. Particularly for not being malevolent, and all the more chilling in one seemingly so young.

It's as dark as his own.

Empty eyes meet his own.

She seems mostly disinterested, and coolly looks away. She has other things to be concerned with at the moment, but she takes note of the stranger. Inevitably, they will meet. But now? Hm.

Far too aware for a child...

:Cradle-robbing now, is it? Shame shame shame. She's a piece of blood candy, not even enough for a snack.:

"Hush..." D says to himself, very softly, head cocked, still watching (but his left hand is pressed lightly into the rail). "Didn't you see her aura?"

:I only smell little girl.:

Sensing the conversation about her (but not what is being said), Hotaru turns back to stare at the tall man with narrowed eyes. If it comes down to battle, she'd be able to take him [she thinks]. It hasn't though. She isn't even sure about the nature of her interest in her.

...But she doesn't like strangers. Especially when they're examining her.

D nods to her: a simple, small gesture of politeness and acknowledgement.

And sighs to himself, and continued walking down the stairs, towards the bar, not really in her direction. It's not the first time he's provoked that reaction, not by a long shot. She doesn't need his concern-- but she still has his curiosity.

Hotaru raises her eyebrows in mild surprise. That didn't go badly... but what's that guy's deal?? He's... weird.

She glowers at him for a moment more, in principle, and takes off in the other direction.

He can feel Left Hand shaking its head.

:You've got a real way with women, you know that?:

"..."

:They rarely appreciate it, you know. The white knight. Okay, you are the white knight, but it's damned creepy, you know. Even if you weren't a dhampire. You're a guy in a bar, watching a little girl... know what I'm saying...:

D's feet still move. There's still information to be gathered, on the nature of this place. He still needs...

yes, strangely enough, he still needs a team for this quest.

It was his reason for coming downstairs, after all.

:you're a real conversationalist, you know that?:

[OOC: ;_; Left Hand is great...]

Hotaru's aimless wandering leads her to an empty table. She climbs up onto a chair by it. ...And notices she's a little short. There's the look that would precede your classic facepalm.

Where's a booster seat when you need one? She glowers again, at no one in particular, just out of spite for the chair.

So, a little short, but it's not that bad, really. She just looks awkward.

:You gonna help the lil doll or not? C'mon, she's a lost puppy, you know it's your soft spot....:

"She's fine."

He knows it doesn't sound convincing.

:All alone in the cold, cruel world of the bar... Who knows what evil, tall man might come up to her and snatch away such a tasty little snack!:

Hotaru stops glowering. She has an idea - she folds her legs under her bottom, and sits, kneeling-style. It's a bit of a difficult position to hold, for the love of balance, but then she has it.

A rat climbs up on the table, twitching its whiskers, eyes glistening. Hotaru beams brightly, "Hi!!" She pets the rodent on its head, "I missed you!!"

The rat holds a finger of hers with its two little paws in an embrace of sorts, and scampers off.

It returns with a hot cup of the bar's best Japanese green tea.

"Arigato gozaimasu," Hotaru giggles. The rat preens, and runs off again.

Then she sighs. A search of the room again, but nothing. She looks dejected.

This is... too painfully cute to watch.

D sighs, walks over to the bar and leans against it as casually as possible.

"Can someone bring a comfortable chair? For the little girl over there?" He surreptitiously points at Hotaru. "She seems in some difficulty. My thanks."

There's a chuckle from the height of his waist.

Hotaru turns just as D points at her. Instantly, her eyes narrow again, That guy.

Suddenly, she's raised by the pop! and appearance of a plush, red-fabric covered booster seat beneath her.

"Wha..!" She says aloud in surprise. She unfolds her legs from under her, and stares directly at D. Hm... okay. That was nice of him, she presses her lips together in a slant.

She doesn't want to encourage him. She is blushing, despite herself.

He smiles warmly, and turns back to the bar.

In a stage whisper: :I think she likes you.... Honey and D, sittin in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-:

He sighs, still smiling, and contemplates giving her a sweet. And then contemplates that she'll think he's a pervert. And then contemplates that she is a Japanese little girl.

"Mochi. Purple. Bunnies. Same place."

:you pushover.:

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