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<OutOfComputers: Sorry about the wait. Have been fighting off laziness for this post plus I've been getting a bit busy. Hope you all enjoy it = w =. I know this kinda sucks, but I was fighting off writer's block <w<./Location: Inside the building/Interacting With: Gigster/Current Feeling: Anxious⇛Nervous>



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Sparxi felt like she would die from barely breathing. She felt for certain that those men would notice her little trouble maker and tried to figure out where it came from. Her mind had planned different ways to defend herself if anything bad happened. However, that proved wrong when the naga, who's name she eventually found out to be Rizu thanks to another person who was there. Somehow, they must have realized that she was there and instead of turning on her and giving away her position, they both made sure that the men never found out. I can't believe it, she thought in surprise, never moving from her spot. They're helping me... She felt a soft smile appear on her face. She had done nothing to them that they needed to protect her. Then again, she knew nothing about them at all, but she would never forget their generous act. I wish there was some way I could thank them...

She listened somewhat to the story the one man told. Through the fog, she could hardly make out their features and match the voice to the person responsible. Then again, she didn't pay attention to the men in the first place, only wanting to get in and out of there as quickly as she could, especially now that she knew that the building wasn't vacant. Questions arose in her mind and she really wished she could stay and listen, but she knew that she couldn't keep herself hidden for long. They would find out at some point and then she had to find some way to explain herself. With that in mind, she slowly stood up, making sure to be as quiet as she could and began to make her way back to the front door.

Before she got far enough to be home free, Gigster's eyes slowly began to rise in brightness. Sparxi almost wanted to curse herself for forgetting that she had added a feature in which the light in Gigster's eyes would shine brighter if the little robotic chipmunk couldn't see that well. She tried to cover Gigster's eyes, but the heat from the light was too hot that she had to pull her hand back quickly and watched as her little terror ran free from her once again.

She swore quietly under her breath and wondered if she should just leave Gigster there and go back on her own. But what if they had a technician who messed with her little pet. She had worked so hard on him before and she never liked others taking her creations apart unless they needed to. She tried to stay out of Gigster's light, plotting how to get both herself and Gigster out when Gigster ran up to her again and climbed up her, stealing her hat off her head and running towards the group of people. She tried to grasp her hat but she ended up falling over.

She sat up slowly and stared as Gigster held her hat between his metallic teeth and tilted his head, looking at her curiously, the light bright enough to expose her. She glared at the little metallic mammal and pulled at her hat. "Thanks a lot, Gig," she muttered darkly, once again getting her hat back and putting it back on. Gigster squeaked and ran up her arm, resting on her shoulder happily. She glanced down at her shoulder and stood up slowly, taking slow steps and immediately glancing to see which way out would be the quickest way. I am so screwed, she thought with a sigh, knowing that she had a lot of explaining to do at that moment.

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~Rizu~

I'm in the business...

Rizu was honestly surprised at the silent help she was getting from Sayuki. But she wouldn't count her blessings so quickly. Instead she just took it in stride. "You can't help your own reactions dear." The fog itself was a bit chilly to the naga, but she wouldn't say a word. While it would make seeing difficult for most, it didn't affect her as much. She had very good eyesight. She was winding herself tighter together, to ward off chill. Things were a bit more hazy, but not enough to be a real handicap to her. "I had.... Noticed that about him." She had allowed her attention to return mostly to the two men. She still kept their other guest in her attention. She had to admit that the way the two men interacted was rather interesting. She allowed herself to keep quiet, observing the two. Oddly enough it was when a comment was addressed to the other girl, that she felt compelled to speak.
"She... Is not that young. Nearly twenty now, right?" She had a soft, almost serene, distant kind of smile on her face now. "I started younger than her. About sixteen, if I remember correctly.... I'm... just under half that now... Young as I may look." Rizu had a naturally long life-span. She wouldn't look any older than she did now until at least fifty years had passed, and after that she would age gracefully and slowly. She would have kept quiet longer still, were it not for the girl. She wouldn't let anyone know she wasn't supposed to be there. Keeping her face blank, she went to the other, making sure she was okay. "Dear.... I didn't expect you out so soon. She's rather new here.... I dont think shes adjusted yet." The latter comment was directed to the males. "I'll show her to her room, she really needs the rest.... You'll understand, yes?"
She didn't give much time for too many reactions. She guided the girl down her own hall, to her own room, never once letting on that that was where she was taking her. She moved quickly, barely making sure that she wasn't going so fast that the other wouldn't trip. It wasn't until she was sure they were out of hearing that she would speak. "I'm sorry about this.... But you have to stay in my room until they're gone. No one is supposed to know we're here unless he says they are allowed to... My name is Rizu.... And I may not be able to get out of here.... But I'll make sure you can." She gave a weak smile, obviously a gesture she was unused to as she opened the door to her cell. The room was as she had left it, void of decorations, just plain tan rocks and sand, and rather warm.

Of Misery.
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Each word that left the woman's mouth was picked up instantly by the dozens, maybe hundreds of microphones covering the Reaper's body, both internal and external. Each word, each sentence was picked out individually, being analyzed, coded, scanned and picked apart.. her voice patterns appeared on it's HUD, looking much like a store system's, or a computer's audio recording and editing program...which practically was what was installed, and the Reaper was using..though it used the program constantly and recorded every bit of information, down to the last kilobyte, it was mainly used for interrogation sessions...reading the voice patterns alone were a key way to tell if the subject was telling the truth, or lying...it worked on most, though there were certainly a few out there who could control their voice, every part of it, even the fibers that usually acted involuntarily when someone spoke, the fibers that were used to pick apart truth and lie. If that was the case, then many other methods were used....and in this case, with this woman, it practically was an interrogation...and the Reaper, knowing nothing, was making sure to use every one of these programs as she answered it's questions.
She told him she was to find and retrieve the Reaper....she said 'We'.....we mean more than just one person, including ones self and at least one other individual. Though it was usually used to describe a group. Again, she hinted there was more than one person involved, using the word 'them'
Who are 'we'? Who is 'Them"?
It asked, not dropping it's aim at the woman.


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‶...one day we must all dance with the reaper..."


'Reaper'

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It's so dark right now
What is this...

I don't know where to go...
I'm trapped

Şayuki Ŋokimora

a.k.a. Kuro Ame

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She rolled her eyes as she watched to two bicker.
"Oh, just shut up you two!" She placed the palm of her hand on her forehead. They were worse than two children. Their insufferable bickering made the headache worse. That is, if it could get any worse.

"Yes, nearly twenty now. Just a few months left." She walked away from the two and leaned her head on the wall. The moist wall made the throb in her head lessen. Slowly, the fog was disappearing. She followed Rizu, walking slowly.


OOC: I apologize profusely! I've had finals and more recently I've become sick. This post was terrible. What can I do? Being sick clouds your mind. *dies*




















Where do I go next?
I'm confused.

Is there a way out of here?
I'm lost...
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Merii T. Garcia

If you play with fire...

The heavy scent of black, choking smoke filled the halls as Merii shuffled through them sleepily. The fluffy yellow slippers on her feet made a soft sound as they practically scraped across the floor. Her hair was the definition of bed head, the red and black strands tangling together to form a small rats nest on the back of her head. She was definitely still in her pjs, the equally fluffy black shorts with their little yellow duckies proving this point. The black tank-top with it's plain white writing that read 'Bite me, b***h' was probably not the top that went with the bottoms. As the young woman walked, she munched contently - and maybe a bit sleepily - on a plain glazed doughnut. She had a matching doughnut on one of her fingers like a ring. Everything about her seemed out of place in the military building. Well.... Except the 'Guard' that was with her. Really it was a joke. If she wanted to escape, she could kick the guys a** and flee, and no one would stop her. And she wasn't the only one who knew it.
Had she been a bit more awake she would have found the mans nervousness funny as hell, and probably would have tried messing with him. Instead she just finished her doughnut, moving onto the next. Quietly she reached into her bra - any honest woman's replacement purse - and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She had to chuckle lightly as the man tightened his grip on his gun. It was like it was all just a game to her. Slim fingers struggled to get a lighter to work. It was only habit and being used to hiding what she was that made her use the thing. She held the doughnut carefully in her mouth, pale yellow green eyes not even looking up as the door opened and she stepped in. It wasn't until the stick of lung rot was lit that she actually did look up. And what did she see? Two strangers. Both men. She had a 'Wut?' sort of look on her face. After a moment she carefully slid the pack and the lighter back in place, finally taking the bite of doughnut before removing it from her mouth. Finally she spoke, the accent in her voice noticeable,but far less so than when she had first moved here. "....D' I know you two?"

You're gonna get burned.
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Here, A little sympathy for you to waste on me
I know you're faking it but that's okay

Even if I wanted to,
I don't think that I'd get to you.
There's nothing I can say to you to make you feel alive again.


Vince blinked slowly when the other girl came out. “There’s more?” “Oh hush, you oaf… Don’t be rude.” “You’re being rude!” “To you…” “Exactly!” “So it doesn’t count…” Vince visibly twitched and growled. “Figlio di una cagna!” Chester merely chuckled. “Don’t be so rude… There are women here, Perdicaro… No need for such language….” They both turned their attention to Rizu as she left with the girl.

Vince huffed and scowled deeply. At this point, Chester was fully pouting. “She left…” “Oh quit your complaining, you pathetic excuse of a priest…” The two glare at one another stubbornly, one practically snarling and the other mentally throwing daggers. Chester was the first to blink and look away. “Eh? You’re leaving too?” The priest sounded slightly hurt. “You’re just going to leave me with HIM?” Vince pointed at Chester with an accusing finger. “Oh, don’t act like I’M the bad one…” Chester gave him a look of pure disbelief.

Vince huffed before grabbing at the collar of the other man’s shirt. “…Diciamo che ancora una volta…” Cheser merely smirked in a sort of devilish way. “Don’t act like I’M the bad one… Do it… Perdicaro… Hit me… It will be your first class one way ticket straight to prison…” Vince snarled and raises his fist to punch the other before he stops and looks back at Merii. “Chi diavolo sei?” He asked with almost a glare. Chester sighed and forced the taller male to release him before dusting himself off. “Please excuse him…. He’s….. not exactly civilized. Forgive me,” he smiles that charming smile of his, “My name is Chester Namio, and this oaf here… is Vincent Perdicaro... I hope we’re not making anything inconvenient for you by being here…”

[******** inconvenience…”
Vince gave her this look of pure boredom, “’Ey… Lady… Give me a smoke.” He spoke rudely, not caring about the glare he got from Chester in response. “Bloody oaf…” Vince scoffs, “Shut it, you damn priest…”

So don't you say goodbye to me.
Just turn your back away and leave.
And if you're lucky I will be your last regret, your only friend.

I guess that this is over now
I guess it's called a falling out.
But everyday I'm learning how to make it through this life I'm in.
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Merii T. Garcia

If you play with fire...

If asked Merii would far from deny that her curiosity had been piqued by the two. Not that she would just out and say as much. She could feel a single eyebrow raise in a questioning kind of way. There was no way he was anything but foreign. She herself kind of counted as foreign. But her only other language was British. She let her attention switch to the shorter of the two, keeping quiet. Rather than a proper introduction, the first thing she said was simply: "******** off ya bloody b*****d, these are mine! Get your own!" Of course after which she just felt the need to nearly brag about that fact by taking a deep drag from the stick of lung cancer. Ah, sweet, sweet lung rot. After a moment she deigned to speak again. "Th' name's Merii. Merii Garcia." There was an almost lilting quality in the way she spoke that just made her come off as bored as all hell.
Finally remember her manners, she spoke again. "'S nice to meet you both.... I think..." There was a part of her that was partially trying to irritate one or both of the men on purpose. The scent that gave off the impression that the young woman had just walked out of a burning building still clung to her, and the smoking didn't help the scent. "'S no inconvenience. You might be putting out some of the others though... They can get kinda testy." The girl was really being a bit of a hypocrite when she had a worse temper than some of them. "They would prolly be more friendly like if they got some better food around here.... But... They really ought to behave better. Without it, they don't get such nice treatment as me~" There was an extremely smug note in her voice that said this, that made her feelings of superiority over the others obvious. The woman really was a bit of a b***h.

You're gonna get burned.
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Pitch black eyes strayed to the weapon as the once gypsy wondered how much it would hurt if she got shot. Instead of speaking anything like that, she kept it to herself, finally speaking. When she spoke again, it was in an almost bored manner. She had been held at gunpoint before. She had even died before.... several times. Death didn't scare her as much as it once did. "We is the team behind a faucet of the military in charge of a program called Operation Black Mamba." Here she brushes a rare stray lock of hair back in place. Again she spoke. "Them is referring to those higher up than myself." Which wasn't a lot of people, really. She had a lofty position, and was a trusted adviser. Which almost made her want to laugh... Who in their right mind would trust her? Oh, wait, that was right, a lot of people trusted her far more than they ever ought to.
When she spoke again, her voice was the same as ever, only just a little bit less emotional, showing her near boredom with what she was saying. "We as in the organization that made the ESF Helix Model-3RI Recon and Assassination Drone. A.k.a. The Reaper. A.k.a. you." It was a rather lengthy name, to put it lightly. But it was a lengthy name that not many would know, and to be honest, she was hoping he would know as much. But there was no telling in the state the drone was in. Putting her hands on her hips she scowled ever so slightly. "Is that enough or may we get moving?"

I'll still be the end of you.
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Here, A little sympathy for you to waste on me
I know you're faking it but that's okay

Even if I wanted to,
I don't think that I'd get to you.
There's nothing I can say to you to make you feel alive again.


Vince flat out scowled. “Who th’ ******** do you think you are?” “Vincent, behave…” Chester snapped at him. “Don’t tell me what to do, you murderous b*****d…” It was Chester’s turn to twitch. “Do NOT call me that…” Vince grinned devilishly. “Honestly… What would that precious little sis of yours think about what you do for a living, hm? Would she still absolutely adore~ her big brother?” He could tell that he was pissing the other off.

Chester, however, did not let his irritation show. Vince was only able to see past the lethargic appearance and overall lazy expression. Instead, Chester pulled his cellphone out of his pocket. “What? You’re gonna call her now? Shouldn’t she be in schoo–” “No, you bumbling fool… I’m just calling your General and telling him that you’d rather be sent off to prison…” Chester smiled a polite little smile that had the same effect of bombing someone’s home, or making them watch as their families were slowly butchered. “… Not cool, man…” Chester merely chuckled and put his phone back in his coat pocket.

Vince scoffed and slipped his hand into Chester’s coat, making the other blink. “The hell are you d–” He blinked when he saw his pack of cigarettes leaving his inside coat pocket. “Oi! Those are mine, you obnoxious b*****d!” Vince shrugged and held one between his lips before pulling his own lighter out of his pocket and lighting it, taking a deep drag of his own. “Now… Where were we?”

Chester sighed again. “Forgive me, Miss Garcia… He’s… Rude… To say the least.” Chester gave a sincere smile toward her. Vince took another deep drag before blowing all of the smoke out of his nose. “I got a question, bambina… Why do you reek? What have you been doing, smoking buildings all night?” Vince blinked in an honestly curious way. He took another drag. “And another thing… What makes you so special compared to the rest of them? Stai cazzo il capo o qualcosa del genere?” He smirked at that last bit. Chester merely sighed and shook his head.


So don't you say goodbye to me.
Just turn your back away and leave.
And if you're lucky I will be your last regret, your only friend.

I guess that this is over now
I guess it's called a falling out.
But everyday I'm learning how to make it through this life I'm in.
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                                            He was sleeping peacefully in his room, hugging one of the pillows on his bed. Snuggled under the warm bed covers, the Asian male mumbled in his sleep. It was hard to define what he exactly said, but it seemed like a nice dream. He could stay in bed forever. Of course, that would never happen. Through the walls of his room, mainly the door, came sounds of voices. Rolling carts, footsteps, conversing between people. This was enough to wake the light sleeper. Luca groaned, clenching the pillow case tightly. " Can one get at least one chance to sleep in . .? Just for once. . ? " He pleaded to whoever it may concern to in his mind. The pillow case was released from the man's tight grip, the spot all crinkled up. Slowly, and taking his time, the male pushed half of his body up. His eyes were still closed, not wanting to open them just yet. As he pushed himself up, he yawned lightly. " Just need to get up. . Do the daily morning routine- " He began to talk to himself, saying what was to be done. Although, his voice stopped when he heard a female shout. His body quickly collapsed back onto the bed, his hand grabbing the pillow and pulling it over his bed. " Ugh. . Shut up! " He yelled from under his pillow. Whether they heard the male or not, Luca didn't care. He wanted at least a quiet and calm morning today. But that seemed to be impossible most of the time.

                                            The Asian male finally decided to get his tired body off the bed that was oh so comfortable this morning. He yawned once more, covering his mouth like always. Using one hand to rub his right eye, Luca walked to his room's bathroom. It wasn't anything fancy. Just a moderate sized bathroom you see everyday in households. Back home, the bathroom was like as big as a king suite. Maybe even bigger. Luca flipped the light switch, the bright white lights coming to life. He blinked and quickly turned on the water faucet. As the cool water ran down like a waterfall, Luca took his hands and splashed water onto his face. He turned off the water, rubbing water off of his eyes and quickly grabbing his towel to dry his face. Walking out of the bathroom, he walked to his closet, opening the wooden double doors. So much clothing was organized on the hangers. Some of his clothing couldn't even fit and were still in his suitcase. He looked over the pieces of clothing he had, grabbing a pair of gray jeans, a crimson colored light sweater. He also grabbed a black tank top. He made his way to the bathroom as to get ready for the day.

                                            By the time he was done, he was all fresh and ready. He took a quick shower so his hair was a bit damp. The crimson colored light sweater was neatly placed on him, the black tank top inside. The skinny jeans were perfectly fit and boots were on. He also placed a golden necklace of a dragon upon his neck. Now he was doing the morning praying he always did. The smell of the incense was spread across the room as he mumbled a prayer in Chinese, his original language. Once done, Luca had done a little bow before opening his eyes and standing up. " Now to see what the others are doing. .And causing so much noise this time. " He said to himself.

                                            He exited out of his room, walking down the hall, the click of boots only the sound coming from him. As he walked, the voices became louder and clearer. He could even make out the conversation, most of it being two males, which he guessed were Vincent and Chester, insulting each other. Did those two have to fight every single time? The Asian male sighed, turning around the corner to see the little group conversing. " They're being quite loud, aren't they. .? " He thought silently. He walked closer to the group, but pausing a few feet away. " Good Morning everyone. I see this morning is quite full of energy. " He greeted, a smile cracking into his lips.


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Merii T. Garcia

If you play with fire...

Merii might have said something in retaliation... were it not for the interesting little banter back and forth between the two males. In all honesty it was rather amusing. That amusement was probably the source of the little smirk on her face. Some part of her just wanted to scream out 'JEESH! NO LOVERS QUARRELS OUT IN THE OPEN!'. However she did have more tact than that. Barely. Instead a little snicker escaped her. Another snicker escaping her at the pirating of the smokes. These boys.... were pretty funny. At least together. At the sudden apology - Since when was she part of this conversation again? - she just blinked. "Eh... S'alright... I mean, I've probably stepped in way worse." Ooohhh yes, Merii Garcia, the most lady-like lady ever. At the comment about smoking buildings, she just gave the Italian a 'did you really just ask that?' kind of look. With a small roll of her eyes she spoke again. "Hell no... I've been burning them all morning... Duh." As if that made all the sense in the world.
To be honest, the.... foriegnese, threw her off a bit. To buy herself a moment of time she took a bite of her doughnut, chewing carefully. "...Coz they don't behave. For whatever reason they aint content... They try to... ahm.... flee?" The proper word was escape. Well, escape and rebel. "Now see me, I don't flee. And besides, I was good enough to bring my happy a** here, instead of having to be hauled here. So I get nicer things. Like my glazed beauties." The woman would probably die if she lost her doughnuts. She opened her mouth, probably to say something else, when she heard the voice. She cast a glance toward it's speaker, groaning inwardly. She had met the guy once, maybe twice. She wasn't exactly fond of him. He and the snake were pretty well suited, but her? She didn't like him, and was rather decided on that point. Rather than give an actual hello she gave a short wave with the hand holding her doughnut as she took another drag to give her a reason for being silent.

You're gonna get burned.
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Here, A little sympathy for you to waste on me
I know you're faking it but that's okay

Even if I wanted to,
I don't think that I'd get to you.
There's nothing I can say to you to make you feel alive again.


Chester would simply smile. “I see… So you’re a fiery one… Interesting…” To that Vince would only snicker quietly to himself. “I doubt she’s anything like Chess, Priest… So do yourself a favor and keep it in your pants, sì?” Chester scowled and twitched his lip slightly. “You will watch what you say to me, Perdicaro….” Vince merely shrugged and flicked the ashes off of his cigarette, receiving a soft sigh from the priest. Vince merely continued to chuckle to himself quietly. “You know….. At first, I thought you were completely sciocco for lovin’ that kid, but hey… A ciascuno il suo…” Chester’s eyebrow twitched. “You will not discuss my love life, considering your own is nonexistent…” Vince huffed quietly and stuck his tongue out. Chester simply scoffed and muttered something that sounded vaguely like childish.

Vince shrugged his shoulders lazily. “Meh…. So…. You’re basically the little kiss a**?” He blinked and took another drag. “Well, if you’re not careful those bellezze will make you grasso….. If they haven’t started already…” Chester glared at him. “It’s rude to imply that a woman is fat, you bloody Italian….” Vince chuckled and shrugged again. “Well…. When was I ever so polite?” Chester blinked and stared at him blankly. “I…. Can’t argue with that point…” Vince grinned smugly. “Mi piace quando ho ragione ….” Chester shook his head and sighed. “However rare it may be…” Chester mentally smirked at the dark glare that he got in return.

Chester turned his attention to the other male as he appeared. “Ah…. Good Morning~” He said politely. Ruby eyes glanced at Merii before looking back at Luca. He could sense the slight dislike on the girl’s part, but he decided not to say anything. Vincent grinned even more. “Ahhh~ La mia piccola puttana~” The Italian chuckled and slunk his way next to the Asian. “Any chance that you might….. Mettiti in ginocchio per me?” He spoke in a deep accent, smirking in the most charming of ways. “Bloody pervert….” Vince merely stuck his middle finger up at the priest, making the other scoff and shake his head with a small chuckle.


So don't you say goodbye to me.
Just turn your back away and leave.
And if you're lucky I will be your last regret, your only friend.

I guess that this is over now
I guess it's called a falling out.
But everyday I'm learning how to make it through this life I'm in.
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Seiippai Hareruuya Yume to iu na no daikoukai e☋
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☊Maketakunaishi!
Nakitakunaishi!
Warattetai kara!
MOVIN! MOVIN!☋
☊Maketakunaishi!
Nakitakunaishi!
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<OutOfComputers: Here's to hoping this post doesn't suck 8D *shot*/Location: Inside the building/Interacting With: Gigster⇛Gigster, Rizu, and Sayuki/Current Feeling: Slightly Surprised⇛Calm>



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Sparxi was so sure that the she was in a load of trouble with the two men, who seemed to be arguing more with each other. She never would have expected that Rizu would come to her aid and protect from whatever consequence she would've had to face.

Had it not been for Rizu being quick on her feet about explaining Sparxi's "situation", she still wouldn't know how she would've handled it. Had her older brother known she had gotten herself into this mess, he would be more furious than she's ever seen him, especially if she was alone with men.

Of course, she wish she could've been able to say something, anything to go along with what Rizu said, but wasn't able to since Rizu clearly gave no one the chance to react to what was said, to wondering why she was there. Sparxi was definitely grateful for what Rizu was doing, and when they were clear from the two men, she would definitely express her thanks to the mysterious naga. Sparxi was barely sure of where Rizu was leading her, but she didn't ask, knowing that she'd find out in the end.

Not too long, Rizu brought Sparxi to a stop as they neared their destination. It was then that she realized that the other girl who created the fog, had followed behind them. She paid special attention to what Rizu was telling her and wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault, but that it was actually her little mechanical demon who was sitting perched on her shoulder. She returned to small smile to Rizu and nodded to let her know that she understood before she entered Rizu's room.

"If anyone should be apologizing," Sparxi started, her voice somehow sounding more quiet than usual, "It would be myself and my little hellion, Gigster. I'm Sparxi by the way. Sparxi Greene. And, I can't thank you enough, the both of you, for helping me out... None of you had to do that, especially for someone you've never met."

She wanted to say more, to ask more, but she couldn't organize all of her thoughts at once. She only hoped that she would be able to leave when the men were gone, or Daniel would most likely have a heart attack. And then he'll keep me on a leash, forever, Sparxi thought with a tired sigh.

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                                            It became a little more calmer when the Asian male had joined in the group. The red - black headed female had grew silent. She had waved with the hand holding a donut, as well as taking a whiff of her cigarette. So she decided to shut up, huh? Luca could sense a bit of dislike from her. With the snake, Rizu, he was on great terms with her, but with Merii? Nope. Very few words were exchanged between them. Although, Luca just decided to be polite and not like nor hate her in anyway. In return, the male had given her a polite nod with a small smile. His attention was then turned to the priest, Chester. He was greeted with a polite ' Good Morning~ ' which made Luca smile and wave. He liked Chester. He was nice and polite and all. Unlike that- Oh, speak of the devil.

                                            Now it was that arrogant and flirty Italian's turn to say hello. Luca's yellow orbs were averted to the taller man. A chuckle had escaped the man's lips. Luca tilted his head as the voice of Vincent traveled to his ears. The language he spoke. . he did not understand it at all. Only languages he could speak were Chinese, little Japanese, and English. No Italian, Spanish, French and whatever else there was. " Wǒ zhǐ néng shuō zhōngguó nǐ zhège báichī. . . " He mumbled quietly under his breath with some annoyance before the Italian could slunk his way to the black haired male's side. He looked up at Vincent who towered over him a bit. The next comment. . He only understood half of it. " Any chance that I might what. . .? " He thought in his mind. His yellow eyes looked at the man who spoke in a deep accent and who was smirking one of those oh so charming smirks. His mouth opened slightly to ask if the man could translate that to English, but Chester stopped him from projecting his voice. He took a glance at the priest. Based on what the Asian male heard, Vincent was saying something quite perverted.

                                            Luca just had to smile and chuckle having a small idea of what the other said. His attention then turned to the Italian, a smile still on his face. " You're charming as usual, aren't you? " He finally said, an eyebrow raising. It was hard to tell if he was telling the truth or not. " Whatever you wanted me to do, I'll do that. " He added, putting a hand on the male's cheek. " But right now. . You might have to wait for it, alright? " A chuckle escaped the male's smiling lips. His hand patted Vincent's cheek gently before slowly falling back to his side. " I'm starting to think he's a part of my morning schedule. . . " He thought with some annoyance, his smile twitching slightly. Although it was barely noticeable.

                                            { { t r a n s l a t i o n : : " I only speak Chinese you idiot. . . " } }


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If you play with fire...

Once again Merii was reminded of a bickering couple by the two men. She might have let it all go if there hadn't been a reference comparing her to another chick in all of that. "I'm only a kiss a** if you're into that kind thing. But in your case, I'd insist you take a long shower first..." The lazy smirk that had found it's way onto her features was almost sweet. Almost, anyways. At that point she actually was just trying to get a reaction from the male. Especially after he had implied she was fat. Wait.... He had done what!? The smirk slowly pulled down into a scowl. After a moment she just smiled again, in an almost serene kind of way. "It's okay. If he wants to be rude let him. He's gonna be the one who burns for it~" There was something purely in the way the woman said it..... That made the comment anything but an empty threat. If she felt too insulted, or was just in a bad mood..... She wouldn't hesitate to cover the man in burns until he begged her to stop.
Glancing at the Asian, and the Italian together, she grimaced slightly before rolling her eyes. Men these days had no idea about the art of seduction. Taking another deep drag from the cigarette, she exhaled slowly, tilting her head back a bit. The corner of her mouth hitched up a bit as she watched the smoke dancing in the air. Happy to be there just for her. Part of her..... Wondered if any of them were screamers. Now that was her getting her hopes up. Luca.... She could have fun with him.... If she could stomach him. Something close to a sigh escaped her, as she polished off her last doughnut, staring blankly at her hand. "Oh bloody hell...." Sometimes it was just so hard to be a sadist...

You're gonna get burned.

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