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[The Manor's picked up another new resident...And this one isn't really advertising his presence. He managed to avoid the trap of the Blackberry doing its usual accidental broadcasts in "greeting", and has taken advantage of the relative quiet to go exploring - yes, he's out at an ungodly hour of morning.]

[For those who're nocturnal, there's someone tall and probably unfamiliar in a long grey coat - with some kind of metal staff that he's using as a walking stick he clearly doesn't actually need; he's not really doing anything more suspicious than being quiet, on guard, and creeping through the hallway looking for clues. He's also got a slight uncanny valley thing going with a hypothetical 30-year-old Mukuro - just enough features in common to be noticeable, but not enough to be "you could be twins", and unlike his successor, both eyes happen to be the same blue and look normal.]

[Any night owls want to newbie greet?]

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[It's no big secret that Kanda always wakes up at four-fuck-o-clock AM and makes no effort to be quiet for the sake of others. So while he's quite the opposite of a night owl, he does happen to be walking down the hallway just around the time when the mysterious figure is lurking around there, as well.]

[Unfortunately, he's not so good with faces or names or strangers, so as soon as he spots the funny hair, he figures it must be the very same Mukuro guy trying to make himself not recognizable yet forgetting to fix his terrible fashion sense. Hence a not exactly warm welcome, and a hairbrush being held in a way that says, don't try anything funny or I will use it, bitch I'm totally not afraid to use my brush.]

[At the same time, he's quite disinterested, so if the bastard doesn't start anything, he's going to just peacefully continue on his way. Maybe.]

You again.

[That just gets a pause and him leaning on his staff, nonchalant and looking a little lost.]

Have we met?

[Behind that, he's caught that either you're from a future/other timeline and HAVE met him, or you've met Mukuro. Granted there is some allowance for scrambling him being 30-ish, since he's not much taller than Mukuro was at 15-16.]

[This isn't exactly the reaction Kanda was expecting, but he's not convinced yet and continues to give the man a scrutinizing look. You'd better confess, if you'd like to stay in one piece, that is.]

You're the pineapple hair guy, aren't you.

[Choose your answer wisely.]

[...That was one of Mukuro's nicknames that people used to annoy him, wasn't it.]

[You have amused the person who is, you know, twenty years older than the pineapple, slightly taller, not heterochromatic, and carrying what seems to be a staff and not a trident.]

I'm sorry, you seem to have mistaken me for someone else.

[Maybe. Although it's mostly for the fact that Kanda doesn't bother to remember names of new acquaintances and he has to call the guy something.]

[Hey, now that is just nitpicking. If Mukuro can change himself into a little kid to sneak off a sinking ship, then surely enough he can make himself look older and fix his eye colour. ALL DETAILS. If he thought getting rid of the trident makes him unrecognizeable, he's overestimating the stupid of the people around here!]

[However, at this point Mukuro would have said something offensive already, so Kanda lowers the hairbrush and finally considers that the man in front of him just might be telling the truth.]

You sure about that?

[...The sad part is, by Spade's estimate you're probably right; Mukuro was - BAD at the whole "seeming harmless" thing.]

I've never seen you before in my life to know what has you so irritated... nor have I ever been addressed as "pineapple hair", and in fact, this entire place is completely foreign to me.

[And honestly, Spade would like to hope Mukuro would put a LITTLE more work into any disguise than "Let's look like someone who has an uncanny valley resemblance"...]

[Kind of, maybe. He never really did anything terrible, though.]

Ah.

[Believable enough. For a while it looks like that's all that Kanda's going to say; he packs the hairbrush and starts marching past the man. But then he decides that he might as well give the welcoming speech, so he pauses in his tracks and glances back.]

This place is something you can't get out of. Enjoy your stay. Pineapple hair two.

[Aaaand merrily stomping off.]

[ ...Well, that could've been worse. As it is, he's seeing your apathy and raising you... more apathy, and going back to his explorations.]

[He's saving any intel-gathering on inhabitants here for once he's got his bearings and can do so without being overly obvious, anyway.]

((...*sigh* the joys of muses not giving a fuck. >.>;; ))

[And what an apathetic apathy match it is. But hey, it's not like something as insignificant as being trapped in a different world means you need to start giving more fucks about random things.]

[Kanda's just going to continue with his routine too, and not think anything of it.]

(( ooc: indeed. :'D ))

[Well, unfortunately for Spade he was wandering about just in time to catch a certain Gokudera Hayato for his 3 am wiz. The teen shuffled down the hall groggily, in just his boxers and a tank-top, completely oblivious to the storm-cat hitching a ride on his head. He bumped shoulders with the stranger, about to hiss at who he assumed was Mukuro- only to pause and stare sleepily. Huh. Weird resemblance.]

Watch where the hell... [a yawn] yer goin' jackass....

[It took him a moment to think of what language he was supposed to be speaking. Sure, the manor had that handy little barrier, but it didn't do too much good when you were speaking a perverse merger of Japanese and Italian.]

My apologies. [Good for him he understands both, although he's not matching - his Italian's perfectly fine.]

[So he has the box weapon - which means he's seen the one possible future - but doesn't recognize Spade yet, and has the Ring intact; that puts him somewhere during or just after their trip to the future. Interesting.]

And good morning, Hayato.

[Well that certainly got his attention. Both the teen and the cat instantly bristled. Hayato habitually reaching for the dynamite and lighter he had stuffed in the waistband of his boxers ~~yeah, he sleeps like that~~, while Uri let out a low menacing growl at the former mist guardian.]

Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?

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[There's neither any threatening movements... nor any real reaction to the dynamite, although there's almost wry disappointment in his voice.]

I'd guess someone you haven't met yet... I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised that wherever this is seems to've messed with time.

[The teen growled, quickly forcing himself into a more alert and awake state of mind.]

Well no shit we haven't met! Who the hell are you!?

[The only conclusion he could jump to was some relative of Mukuro's... which naturally put him on edge.]

[Well, as on edge as Dera was? Spade actually does take his eyes off the boy long enough for a sketchy sort of formal half-bow.]

Daemon Spade. I'd say something about violating laws of causality but that's hardly a foreign concept for either of us.

Don't compare me to someone like you, jackass!

[Not that he knew what this guy was actually like, the name didn't ring any bells, but just the way he spoke and dressed alone was enough for him. That and he did have that natural hostility towards ~~everyone~~ those older than him.]

How the hell do you know me?

Harsh words for someone you don't know yet. [Yeah, no, if you want to wound him you're going to have to try a loooot harder.]

My past, your future. Although I am tempted to ask how you are with your history lessons.

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