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a dιѕтanт cord oғ мelodιeѕ ⊰•☽☽☽☽
a dιѕтanт cord oғ poυndιng ιn мy нead !!!

σf уσυ мємσяιєѕ σf уσυ─☞
σf уσυ мємσяιєѕ σf уσυ fαdíng αwαч

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As long as it can be touched
It can be stolen away

Caitlyn watched Bea's outburst in silence, although she did wince slightly at one point. Caitlyn didn't try to stop her sister, but nor did she join her. She was on the edge, someone who should be part of the act, but had chosen to step out of it, reasons known only to her. But in all honestly, the reason Caitlyn didn't move was because she wasn't quite sure what to do. Should she yell at her mother as well? Should she attack, perhaps? Or maybe just continue what she was doing? Watching her brother keep Bea from doing something stupid, Caitlyn made her decision. With quick steps she moved to stand behind her brother, and a little to the side. Both hands held a blade, and her eyes were flat disks of coldness. Yes, this woman was her mother, the person who gave birth to her, but between the woman who had abandoned her and her siblings, Caitlyn would chose her siblings. In moments like these, Caitlyn wished she had something to say, something worthy of writing down, something witty. But, as usual, nothing popped into her head, she instead she simply huffed, eyeing Serina - Caitlyn, within seconds of her decision that lead her to move, had changed Serina's name from mother to her actual name - as well as that other girl - Aponi, wasn't it? Although the idea of fighting her mother didn't thrill her like a usual fight might do, Caitlyn did wonder if the Aponi girl would be fun to fight. Not that it mattered, since the thief princess doubted she would have a chance.

Edging forward slightly, Caitlyn stopped so she was only an inch or so behind her brother, although she was still too his side, and in a position where neither would be hindered if they had to attack or defend. "So, do we have an exit plan?" she mumbled quietly enough that only Ven should be able to hear her; Caitlyn barely even moved her mouth. Bea hadn't been able to land a single blow on Serina, and was now unconscious, one if the weapons was already injured, and another one was unconscious as well. Also, to others had left the group, and were somewhere off in the woods, probably unaware of what was going on. With that, Caitlyn figured it would probably be very... difficult to escape. But in all honesty, Caitlyn doubted they could win, despite them outnumbering the enemy. After all, these two had been handpicked by the Queen to go after them. Besides that, Swain and the Domenick person could be following these people, and could arrive at any moment, and as well as them, who knows who else would be joining this little group?

Watching two circular blades sneak out of the woods and head for Serina, Caitlyn glanced quickly at Ven, then back at the weapons and Serina. She was pretty sure that those were the princesses weapons. Wondering if they would hit, Caitlyn had a sudden image of her and her siblings standing in front of their father, trying to explain how they had come across Serina, but their brand new friend - who, by the way, is the daughter of his old, dead, friend - had cut her up. Despite the situation, and the fact it wasn't actually that funny, or, in fact, funny at all, the mental image brought a smile to her lips, and almost a laugh. Being in life-and-death situations did that to a person. Well, it did it to Caitlyn at least.

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Post: 76455991_17 created on Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:28:48 +0000
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It can be stolen away

After her words too Bea had left her lips, Caitlyn said nor did no more, straining her ears to listen to what was left of the song. She ignored everybody else - in her shock over hearing her mothers voice, the groups words seemed insignificant, and so part of her mind turned their words and actions away, and too Caitlyn, they became as insignificant as worms, and would remain that way until Caitlyn remembered them. But when Bea asked her two worded question, Caitlyn glanced over for a brief second, as her mind had recalled that she had talked to her sister, therefore her words were important. It was strange, how Caitlyn's mind worked, and though her family was used to it, it might take the group a while to adjust. Listening as Bea continued to talk, Caitlyn continued to scan the trees. Was that? He eyes squinted, and she forced herself to relax, and to stop looking like a panicked deer caught in torchlight. "It's her song," Caitlyn whispered with a nod, adding; "I think he's with the princess?" Momentarily distracted by thoughts of her elder brother, Caitlyn glanced in his general direction, wishing he was here.

When she glanced back, her mother was stepping out of the trees, heading toward them. Feeling her mothers hand ruffle her hair, Caitlyn could only stare. Serina had left Caitlyn and her siblings, as well as their father, a long time ago. Caitlyn hadn't been all the close to her, like in a normal mother daughter relationship - Caitlyn had spent more time with her master than at home, but Caitlyn had loved her mother and cared for her, and she knew her mother had returned those feelings. Shifting slightly, the backpack on her shoulders seemed heavier all of a sudden. Realizing her breath was ragged, Caitlyn forced herself to calm down, and too step away from her emotions. She forced herself to look at her mother as if there weren't so many confused feelings. Serina didn't look a day older than how Caitlyn remembered her, which was slightly confusing, and sparked Caitlyn's curiosity. For once, she shoved her curiosity away.

Still frozen in place, Caitlyn could only watch as her mother beat up Kajida like he was a log, a dead one at that. Pursuing her lips, Caitlyn let herself feel the respect she held for her mother, then shoved it away. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, born when her mother started spoke to the old man, and hatched when Serina started beating up Kajida. But she refused to admit her suspicion. She didn't want to think that of her mother, no matter what Caitlyn felt toward her about being abandoned. But as she watched her mother saunter back toward them, pass, than lean against the tree, Caitlyn's anger about being abandoned boiled over and she spoke. "Why?" It was only a single, and simple word, and one that Caitlyn spoke quite often, but it was enough. Enough to accuse her mother of abandoning her children, enough to relay her confused feelings, and of a simple need to know that if her mother had perhaps left because she hadn't loved her children as they thought she had. Since the first moment of the group gathering, Caitlyn let her mask slip, truly, slip. Her eyes burned with a jumble of feelings, her hands clenched, and her expression was no longer calm, but mirrored her eyes.

Hearing a noise, Caitlyn glanced away from her mother, and saw Ven back in the clearing, Schulyer with him. Caitlyn felt a bit of relief upon seeing him, especially when she finally remembered the others, and saw a white haired girl fighting with Sutton. 'Are there more? If so, how many?' she wondered as Ven spoke, mirroring her own question. Shaking her head, Caitlyn forced herself to relax, and her hands unclenched, her eyes and expression calming and becoming expressionless once more. In her mind, Caitlyn reviewed where all the weapons on her body were, for she knew the chances of her fighting were very, very high. Then again, perhaps not. There two opponents, and it wasn't like everybody here would be able to fight. Caitlyn doubted that either opponents would consider fighting her until others were defeated, seeing as Caitlyn was by far not the toughest opponent here.

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Post: 76455991_18 created on Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:29:06 +0000
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We watch and wait in an endless tide xxx↻↷xxxxxxxxx
xxxxxx⇩↘↘xxxx Of war and hate of the bottomless mind
Unbarred, unchanged, and unhinged. x❧x
xxx⊂┋⊃xxxxx The endless cycle of grief has been placed.

Adrian glanced over at his master as the old man muttered 'watchers' and Adrian's eyes widened, but he his his panic quickly. This wasn't good. At all. Wincing as Tenzien smacked himself with his staff, Adrian watched him worriedly. "I believe you told me," Adrian said, racking his brain. "Or maybe you didn't?" he muttered softly enough that only Tenzien could hear him. If he had been told, Adrian was sure he'd remember eventually, but right now, he couldn't recall, his mind too busy spinning in other directions to go through his memory's. Cracking a smile as much as he could at is master, Adrian gave a soft laugh. "Sometimes you are, sometimes you aren't, master," he answered the old man, fondness and love in his voice. In all the world, Adrian truly only cared for his master. He was his teacher and father both, and had given Adrian his life. Without Tenzien, Adrian was sure that he would be long dead by now. Giving another smile to his master, Adrian let it slip off after he turned his gaze to the trees. Watching as two people emerged from the trees - one sooner than the other, Adrian's frown deepened. He gave a quick glance toward his master, then popped another berry into his mouth, for now, he would watch, since, despite the food, his magic power wasn't at it's fullest, and although he wasn't bad at fighting with his staff - where had that darn thing gotten too anyhow? - he couldn't hope too match either of the two woman.

Watched as the blue eyed female started to beat up Kajida, Adrian frowned. Oh dear. This was really not good. Glancing over tot he side as the white haired girl, Kiki, was it? ran toward Tenzien, Adrian quickly scooped up Blob and backtracked away, luckily without spilling his berries. Placing the cat on his shoulder, Adrian ignored the brief flash of pain as Blob dug his claws in, probably drawing blood despite his clothes. Popping another berry into his mouth, Adrian watched the two fights in quiet, his mind racing as he though of spells he could use with his current amount of power, but dismissed most of them. As Sutton backtracked to a tree in which Tenzien was next to, and by default, Adrian as he had joined his master, the twenty-four year old raised an eyebrow at her words. "As long as is it's fun then, knock yourself out and have fun," he said with a small laugh. Popping another berry into his mouth, Adrian was dismayed to see that it was the last one. While he had other berries somewhere on his person, Adrian didn't really feel like looking. Stuffing the bag that had held the berries into a pocket he surveyed the clearing, taking everything in.

Glancing over at his master, Adrian raised a questioning eyebrow. "Should we do anything?" he asked, although he wasn't entirely sure what he could do to help. No spells he had so far thought of seemed right in this kind of situation, although if worst came to worst he could start stealing clothes, along with weapons and any other nasty surprises that the two watchers had on them. "Or are we just watching for now?"

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Post: 76455991_19 created on Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:30:33 +0000
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GRANT MY WISHES FOR ALL ETERNITY

Outfit: Ta-Da!
Thoughts: What a lovely day this is. N/A
With: Adam, Avaron and Aldrine
Where: Somewhere unsafe, duh!
Translations: Burning fire, reach the sky, burn them black, those who touch thy blaze

Midori considered Adam's words carefully as she ran, not really paying attention. She couldn't turn his hair pink? Why? Was there something wrong? Or would he simply use his own magic abilities to stop her? No, that wasn't it. He had said 'I'. In other words, he had tried to turn his own hair a different color, but that hadn't worked. Midori's brain mulled over this mall, un-important new fact. Perhaps it was a genetic condition, or some sort of side effect to something. Realizing she was thinking about why this boy's hair couldn't be dyed in a moment she could die, Midori laughed softly underneath her breath. Her Maître had told her that if Midori ever died at a young age it would be because of her curiosity. But Midori couldn't help it. When something poked her curiosity, the word why resounded in her head until she figured it out. It was why she was such a good mage. Because she wanted to know everything about magic and Mana. It was that simple.

Turning her attention back to the task at hand made her unhappy, but she forced herself anyway. If she survived, she could figure it out later. And then she could turn the kids hair pink. Just for fun. Her diligence for life rewarded her. "Momo!" Increasing her pace, Momo was soon in Midori's arms, where the Valkryian scratched the monkey on the head happily. Still running, she accepted the bag from Momo, kissing his head in thank you. Stuffing the bag into a pocket she listened to Aldrine, her face going a little white. Walking corpses? The thought made her shudder a bit. Taking a deep breath she stilled herself. Fire? Midori could do fire. Momo climbed onto Midori's shoulders, where he would be out of the way, and Midori concentrated again on running without tripping, although a part of her was going through all her spells that had to do with fire, trying to find the right one.

Reaching the zombies, Midori curled her lip at the smell, although seeing them filled her with not disgust, but pity. These were living beings once. They deserved honor and respect, not... not this. Setting her expression, she pushed back those feelings. She couldn't feel pity for them. Unless she wanted to die. The zombies began to fall back toward a point, and Midori figured it was Adam's doing. Avaron was beating up zombies with a... pan? Despite everything, Midori was impressed. Midori couldn't see her friend, Aldrine, but she didn't have time to look for her, because she had reached her first zombie. "Feu ardent, atteindre le ciel, les brûler noir, ceux qui touchent tes flammes," she gasped, and her hands lit up in a fire so pure it was nearly white. But Midori didn't feel the heat. No, as long as she kept her concentration, she wouldn't feel anything. Reaching out, she touched the nearest zombie. He was ash in seconds. Midori moved quickly, touching as many zombies as she could. This was a strong, strong spell. She could only hold it white hot for a little bit, then it would get weaker.

It wasn't long before the fire turned blue, and the zombies started taking longer to burn. It went down quickly after that, until the fire was a yellow and red and orange blaze. It was still strong enough to burn the zombies though, although now it took longer. Ah well. Reaching to where Avaron was, Midori smiled at the girl. "I could enchant your pan for you, if you want," she offered, reaching out to touch another zombie, keeping her hand there so it would burn faster. Luckily, after being set on fire, zombies couldn't see, smell, or feel so Midori didn't have to worry about it biting her.

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Post: 76455991_20 created on Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:30:51 +0000
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GRANT MY WISHES FOR ALL ETERNITY

Currently: In Disguise Out of Disguise
Outfit: Ta-Da! ((Without the red jacket))
Thoughts: La-di-da U/A
With: Alistair, Daithi and Nico
Where: In hell, perhaps?
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Nel rolled her eyes as Nico's gallantry. Yes, it was sweet, yes, he was simply doing as her twin had asked him, yes, it was very nice of him, but no, she didn't need to be babysat. But there was nothing she could really do about it. Should she attempt to, it would simply interfere in their escape. So Nel only shot off a few bullets, and saved the rest for later on. If there was a later on. Nel hoped there was, although that was a silly, no point emotion. Hoping got nothing done. Action and planning did. Nel was furious at herself for feeling it. Early she had thought she had forced her way back to how she had been before she and her twin had left Serpentine. Feeling hope proved she hadn't. Mercilessly, she pushed the feeling back, a hard glint entering her eyes. Lifting her gun, she shot a creature between his eyes, with a nice little sound.

Even before Nico spoke, Nel was pulling out a handkerchief and quickly tying it around her nose and mouth. She could still breath, and now the smoke wouldn't get in her lungs as badly. Then Alistair shouted a single word, and before Nel could properly react Nico had her arm and was pushing her back, and then Alistair ran into them, pushing them back even more. All of this and the sound of crashing made Nel realize what was happening. Using her free hand she wrapped it around her neck, and head as best she could, ducking her head down so nothing could kill her that way. She bent her knees, probably something Nico didn't expect, but he had started to move as if to cover her, so Nel didn't think it would matter. So by the time the shock wave reached them as well as the debris, Nel was curled into a ball.

As Nico rolled off of her Nel jumped to her feet, checking over herself as she listened to him. "No need to be sorry. You were simply protecting me. So thanks." she said, touching a cut on the side of her stomach. It was long, but shallow, and only a then line of blood trickled from it. Nothing to worry about, so Nel dismissed the pain from her mind. She had a bloody scrape on her forehead, even though she had mainly protect her head and neck. After making sure it wouldn't bleed into her eye and blind her, she dismissed that pain as well. She had a few more scraped and cuts, but nothing to serious. Except for one. She had a cut on her leg, where in the rush, it had gone unprotected. Pulling out another handkerchief she also pulled out a flask of water - Nel always had one or two on hand. Cleaning the cut quickly - after pulling out a tiny shard of metal, she quickly bound it with the handkerchief after dusting it off and dousing it with water. Luckily the cut was just above her ankle, she by tearing the handkerchief she was able to wrap it around more than once, and bind it tightly.

Walking over to the other three she drank a bit of the water, then handed the flask of water to Alistair. "Drink," she ordered him, in a tone that would not be denied. Pulling out her other flask she frowned at the boy. Puling out another handkerchief - Nel never seemed to run out of these things, she doused it in water and quickly reached down and pulled a shard of metal out of the boy, and cleaned and bound the wound. It didn't take long, showing that Nel had done this kind of thing often. Offering the second flask of water to one of the other boys, she glanced behind them. "I don't see our pursuers," she noted with a frown. "We should hurry on. The smoke will kill us if we don't be quick."

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Post: 76455991_21 created on Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:31:15 +0000
Posted: Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:31:15 +0000

Call me ρЯιм
ʎoɹǝɯod ɐuoɯɐɹ ɐןןǝqɐsı ɐpןıʇɐɯ
The Gamer

Where: Fist, the kitchen. Then the hallway. Now my bedroom.
Thoughts: Ah, this is going to be an exciting couple of months.
Clothes: The Gamer's Style !!!
Destiny: The Exercise Freak
Happy with Destiny?: Not really
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Prim raised an eyebrow, her smile fading into a smirk. "Real reason? Do I honestly need one? This is my room as well, after all," she said, crossing her arms. Glancing up, then down, when the lights went off and the spirits screamed and moaned. 'Damn. This is happening as well? It's only the first day....' Prim wasn't particularly worried. She knew that her sisters were good at what they did, and could handle themselves in this kind of situation. Of course, she had a slight worry that they would fail, and become weak, by otherwise, she knew that they could handle it. Besides, couldn't the boys do something about ghosts as well? Or perhaps that was with zombies. Shrugging, Prim decided it didn't really matter.

Blinking at Raian when he motioned for her to turn away, she raised an eyebrow, not listening. Watching him grab his shirts, Prim realized why he wanted her to turn away.. 'Is he shy?' she wondered. When Raian peeled off his tea stained shirt, she didn't look away, but nor did she stare. Quite frankly she didn't care, although he didn't look half bad.

Listening to his answer, Prim pouted, then looked slightly surprised. Had he? He had! It took Prim a moment to find her voice, and when she did she crossed her arms again, titling her head to the side and back haughtily, trying to cover up her slight embarrassment. "I don't want your blankets and pillows. If you took those off the bed the floor wouldn't be so cold. Why isn't it carpet, anyway? Although I can slide around in my socks on wooden floors, that's always fun," pausing, Prim glanced away. She hadn't meant to say the last part, seeing as it made her seem childish. What adult slid around on the floor in their socks? Non-mature ones, that's who. Prim would be the first to admit that she's not very mature, but she tried to seem like she was.

"And no, I'm not going to get lonely and call you over. I'm not going to sleep in the same bed as you simply so I don't smack the ground," she added, looking back at him. She decided not to mention the fact that if she played a zombie game, those words would be nulled. Prim tried to play Left For Dead during the day, along with Vampire Masquerade, but sometimes, she couldn't help herself. Even though scary games scared her immensely, she was addicted to them. She loved the thrill she got. Prim had lost track of the times that she had played a scary game when it was dark, and had afterwards crawled into one of her sisters beds. And it's not like she could do that here, now could she? Prim would try her best, but she knew that she would play a scary game during the night eventually. Of course, she could always just not go to sleep, sit in a room with all the lights turned on and wait for dawn, but then she would crash during the day. Ah, dilemma's.

Shaking her head, Prim walked up behind Raian, letting her hands fall back to her sides. "I suppose we should go check it out..." she said. Afterwards though, she might come back upstairs and play a game. Maybe she could get one of her sisters to join her. Eyeing Raian, she severely doubted that she would be able to convince him to play a game with her. 'Ah well. It would have been fun to shoot him in Halo or in Sniper: Ghost Warrior.'

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Natsu felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips, and let it spread. Toshiro's depressed moments never lasted for too long, yet she never like it when they came, and always felt the feeling of relief when they were gone. But then again, that was normal, right/ Feeling that? Natsu wasn't quite sure normal applied to them though, or too anybody in the world. Not with the way it had changed so dramatically. But, shouldn't normal change as the world change as well? An interesting thought train, but one Natsu would have explore later. Giggling at the sound of Toshiro's tummy, Natsu let him pull her along, saying nothing, although the smile was still on her lips. As they passed through cart number two, Natsu studied both people inside. Iris Hemlock looked slightly creepy to her, and Natsu had to stop herself from sidling back. She couldn't show any weakness, although it probably showed in her eyes. Quickly glancing away, she took a look at the boy, the one who must be the newbie of this cart. After gazing at him for a second she returned her gaze to her brother's back, walking stiffly. The two people in this cart could very well be the ones that kill her, or ones that she herself killed. That thought would not allow her to relax, even though she knew she should.

Walking into the next cart, they came to a dead halt, Natsu only barely able to stop herself from ramming herself into Toshiro's back. Leaning over to the side so she could see, Natsu studied the boy her brother was introducing. Little Len? Oh, Allen Fabron. Natsu waved a small hand in greeting, giving a small smile. She had heard of this one from her brother, although it hadn't been much. Natsu his her curiosity over what her brother had whispered in Allen's ear - she knew that if he didn't want her too hear, he wasn't going to tell her himself later. She could probably guess a few guesses, though. Clasping her hands behind her back, Natsu followed the two boys, well, men, silently. Glancing across the cart, she spotted the newbie, a girl who looked to be her age. Glancing back at the boy's, she saw Allen disentangle himself from her brother, then walk away and disappear after saying a few words. Natsu waited a heartbeat,t hen stepped up beside her brother. "You okay?"she asked worriedly. Realizing how stupid that sounded, Natsu winced slightly. Of course he wasn't okay. He might have to kill a friend, if it came down to it. Looking up at Toshiro, Natsu tugged at his arm, tugging him forward. "No, never mind. Forget I asked that, okay? Let's go."

Dragging her elder brother into the food cart, Natsu paused, gazing at the food. It was more than she had ever seen at one place. After a moment, Natsu came out of her shock, and glanced at Toshiro, a sarcastic smirk on her lips. "This food makes me feel like a pig from one of Granny's books. Fattening us up for more entertainment and joy." The Granny Natsu spoke of wasn't actually the siblings grandmother, simply an old woman of about forty years old who lived next door to them and had told Natsu lot's of stories, especially about the old days, before the games. Letting go of Toshiro, Natsu made her way to the buffet table, unsure of what she should eat first. After a moment she picked up something that was meaty, eating it slightly. Her eyes practically lit up at the taste. Moving on she tried a few other things before coming upon cereal. Leaning down to it's level, Natsu studied the stuff. Gingerly she ate it ( dry ) and promptly decided it was better than all the rest. Leaning against the table, her eyes fell on Allen, the only other person in here so far besides her and her brother. Smiling at him as if the two weren't enemies, Natsu began to talk. "'Ello, Allen, was it? Your from city.. three? Right? The ore people? What exactly do you do for a living? Or is that too personal?" Glancing at her brother, she frowned. "Is it?" Shrugging, Natsu turned back to Allen, still smiling. "Don't mean ta be, just curious, is all." Popping another piece of cereal into her mouth, Natsu considered for a moment then added;

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Posted: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 16:25:39 +0000

【Annette Christine Marcelle Mirabelle Armistead】
〖❛Nettle❜〗

Nettle scrolled through all the characters, but finally settled on Talim ( Nettle had put in Soulcalibur II ) and set the stage too the Pirate's Alcove. Grinning as she won the first few rounds, Nettle's expression slowly got happier as Usagi got better and better. Despite her earlier taunts, Nettle didn't really care about the wining or losing part of the game. What she cared about was having fun and being able to experience a good fight. It was why Nettle was such a good gaming partner for anyone. She put up a good fight, and if she won she wouldn't boast in a mean, taunting way, and if she lost, she would laugh and joke about it. When Usagi won his first round against her, Nettle glanced at him, her grin faded into a simple, easy smile. Congratulations on your first win," she said with a friendly wink. Turning back to the game, she succeeded in winning again, but from then on it went back and forth, mostly. Nettle was having actually fun with another person in who-knows how long. Since she had left her parents after finding out about their betrayal, she supposed. Quickly, Nettle shooed those thoughts away, wanting to be happy right now, not depressed.

Glancing over at Usagi as he began talking, she quickly turned back to the game. She lost that round. "I'm sorry, what?" she asked, her good mood fading a tad bit. "No, I don't..." she mumbled, looking slightly uncomfortable. What was he talking about? Glancing at him again, she frowned. "An apple tree? There was one near my house, but I don't remember falling on you. Or anyone else, for that matter." Turning back to the game, Nettle sunk slightly into the couch, not really liking this conversation. She preferred not to think about her past at all, if she could help it. Desperately, she tried to think of something, anything, that would move the conversation and he wouldn't ask those type of questions again. Remembering his earlier words, Nettle relaxed slightly, speaking. "I don't want you carrying me in any style. After all, I have two, perfectly fine feet to carry me where I wish to go." It was a horrible way to redirect the conversation, but Nettle wasn't sure what else to say.

Losing the next round, Nettle set down her controller and muttered; "Be right back," before disappearing into the kitchen. Digging around she found some Cheetos's, one of her favorite snack foods. Opening the fridge she pulled out some bean dip. Yes. Nettle ate Cheetos's with bean dip. It was quite good, actually. Coming back into the living room, she plopped down, her feet crisscrossing on the couch, the bag of Cheeto's between her and Usagi, like a wall, and the bean dip balanced on her left knee. "Sorry," she said, rolling her shoulders. "Ready?" Without waiting for an answer, she started the fight, stealing a few bits of Cheeto's with bean dip as she did so. Strangely, eating while playing didn't distract her in any way, and her fighting didn't suffer either. As she stared at the screen though, Nettle felt... bad. Frowning mentally at herself, she tried to figure out why. Realizing it, she hit the paused button, then turned around to face Usagi. "Look, I don't remember you, and I'm sorry. I'm sure you were a great friend, it's just that... my childhood wasn't the best one. Not as horrible as yours, obviously, but it was still.... bad. I know you want me to remember you - that's why you brought it up, right? But thinking about my past puts me in a bad mood, so I would prefer if you didn't. I'm sure if we're around each other long enough, I might remember. But don't push it. Okay?" Natsu thought it was a bit strange that she had taken it for granted that Usagi was telling the truth yet... somehow, it felt right. She had no recollection, but it just felt right.

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【Annette Christine Marcelle Mirabelle Armistead】
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Nettle considered his words carefully. She wasn't going to kick him out - she had already accepted responsibility, and would stick to it. But she really didn't want to bring up her past. Blowing a very unladylike raspberry, she sank further into the couch. "Fine," she mumbled quietly, then, straightening up, repeated the word; "Fine." Brushing her hair back from her forehead she sighed, gazing at Usagi. "You can stay here, and poke me about my past. But no promises. If I think it's too personal, then I'm going to ignore you. You must understand, you know me, and are obviously comfortable around me, but I don't remember you, therefore you are basically a stranger. I don't trust people that easily. Perhaps in time, perhaps if I remember. But... I would like to remember. I might not like my past, I may want to forget it, but I recognize it as my past, and important." Shoving her hair back again Nettle shook her head in frustration. "Does that even make sense?" she mumbled in annoyance, although the annoyance was for her own self, not Usagi.

Staring hard at the t.v. screen for a moment, Nettle soon turned her gaze back toward Usagi, a idea showing clearly in the sparkle in her eyes. "One memory per day," she said, clearly thinking it was a good idea. Realizing she ought to explain it, Nettle shifted awkwardly. "Once a day you give me a memory. You tell it to me in the morning and give me the day to think about. That sound okay?" Looking down at her nails, Nettle fidgeted, then blinked in surprise as Ms. Cuddles jumped onto her lap. Moving quickly Nettle snatch the bean dip and the Cheetos's, saving them from falling tot heir doom. Puffing out a breath she leaned forward and set them on the table, barely able to reach. Nettle made a mental note to move the coffee table closer to the couch, then turned her attention to Ms. Cuddles. Scratching the small dog behind her ear she grinned, glancing at Usagi. "Isn't she adorable? I always wanted to have a pet, but my fa- I never had a real chance until now." The slip was obvious, but Nettle didn't even blink at it, plowing right throw it and looking for all the world as if she hadn't said anything wrong at all.

Shifting her position slightly and hugging Ms. Cuddles, Nettle suddenly frowned slightly. "Wait a moment. Why?" Gazing at Usagi curiously, she frowned while raising any eyebrow ( quite a skill, if Nettle said so herself ). "Why does telling me about the past make you feel good?" There were obvious reasons of course. He wanted her too remember, and her remembering would make him happy, so it appeared. "And why do you need me to remember?" Curiosity fully piqued now that she had actual gone over and thought about Usagi's words, Nettle stared at him, clearly waiting for an answer. Thinking over some of his other words, Nettle leaned against the back of the couch, smiling softly. "No pressure to answer..." she mumbled softly, then, louder; "If I ask a question you don't want to answer, you don't have to immediantly. As long as you answer it at some point in the future, then that's okay." In those words, Nettle demonstrated her two most odd pairing of personality traits. By nature Nettle was a very flexible person, but she was also extremely bullheaded, or stubborn. She was willing to wait, since Usagi didn't want to spill his secrets immediantly, but she was utterly stubborn that she would find out everything. At one point or another.

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Caitlyn winced as Nina spoke coldly about Ven, her hands forming into fists of anger and annoyance. She barely noticed when the water was dumped on Serina. Ready to yell at the woman who used to be her mother, something she would normally not have done, but if there was anything that made Caitlyn who she was besides her curiosity, it was her love for her family ( except for her mother ), and that lead her to do things she would normally not even consider doing. But before she could throw every curse word she knew at Serina, people started moving again. Hands full of throwing knives, Caitlyn tossed them at the white haired female in hope that it would give her brother enough time to reach Avielle. No such luck. Watching Ven race off after them, Caitlyn glanced around, doing a quick inspection and decided that there was no point in going after. She was fast, yes, but not as fast as Ven, so therefore pointless it would be to follow him. Walking over to Bea, Caitlyn dropped to her knees to make sure her sister wasn't too badly injured, and once satisfied got up and collected her uselessly thrown knives. "Stupid rainbow girl. Stupid ex-mother," she mumbled under her breath while sitting down, a few feet from her sister, and facing in the direction Ven and Schulyer.

Staring into the forest with a blank look, Caitlyn thought, like always. Why? Why had Serina abandoned them? Why had she joined with the fake queen? Why why why. Shaking her head gently, Caitlyn resigned herself tot he fact that this was one question she would never have the answer too, no matter how much she wanted to. Besides, it's not like knowing would change anything, right? Pushing those thoughts away just in time to spot Schulyer, Caitlyn perked up. By the girl's look she could instantly tell that Kajida and Avielle hadn't been rescued, but at least neither the girl nor Ven had gotten hurt. Looking past the girl, Caitlyn wondered where Ven was though. Figuring he was off mulling by his self, and wanting to stay that way, Caitlyn didn't move, simply tilting her head toward the sky. Movement near her brought it down again, and with slightly guilt she watched Schulyer turn Bea over, so the pink-haired girl would be more comfortable. Guilty that she hadn't thought to do that, Caitlyn offered a smile to the girl, then turned away.

Her attention was quickly capture again, though, when Be woke up. Somehow going from a cross-legged sitting position facing the forest to a crouch staring at her sister in less than a second, Caitlyn stared wide eyed at her sister, worry and panic clear in her eyes. She didn't say anything to Bea's shouting, knowing it was better to let it blow over than get involved and give that anger a direction that was in front of her. Lunging forward as Bea spat out a thick black liquid, Caitlyn brushed the pink hair that framed her sister's face out of the way, her mind ticking over what was going on. She knew a little of poison's, but nothing she could think of would cause this. Letting go of her sister's hair, Caitlyn's only response to her sisters command was to bolt in the direction Ven had gone. Her feet pounding the ground, the thief princess ran as fast as she could, heedless of worry over tripping or the branches that slapped her face yet still somehow managed to make barely any sound. Spotting a figure ahead of her, Caitlyn could make out Ven, but didn't slow down. It was only until she was but a few feet away that she came to a stop, using her momentum to spin out of her brother's path. Without so much as pausing for breath, Caitlyn gasped out; "Bea's been poisoned."

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Huan's wondering's about when they were leaving were jolted out of his head as he heard voices, and tilted his head as to find the source. Seeing that the one who had spoken had saluted, Huan nearly grimaced, but managed to stop himself that not even a flicker of emotion showed. He hated it when people saluted. He hated it when he had to salute. But he offered a smile at the male, tilting his head in a nod. "Nice to meet you as well," he responded. Hearing a new voice, Huan tilted his head once more to catch sight of a small girl who seemed more interested in the supposedly famous Koldar that was in their team than anything else. Huan glanced around, frowning. They were missing a person. The third Koldar. Was he still in the White House? Standing up with his gaze on the white house, Huan shaded his eyes, but saw only tourists and business people. Shaking his head he shrugged, dismissing it.

Turning his gaze to the team he would be working with for who knows how long, he studied them. Two Koldar, and two other humans besides himself. What were there specialties? The male Koldar - Koshir - didn't seem to have any weapons on him, while the others had plenty. Rocking back and forth on his heels, Huan pursued his lips, wondering what the chances of success on this mission was, and how many of them would die. For sure, at least one of them would die, hands down. Their targets were the Zarr, after all. Feeling J.D.'s wet nose against his palm, Huan scratched the doberman behind the ear, the feel of the fur calming him somewhat, and making him realize he had started to get annoyed, although only a glimmer of it had shown to his companions.

At Koshir's suggested, Huan glanced toward the Pentagon. "Groups would be good," he mumbled softly before looking back. Looking at the group, Huan listened in relative silence, not really caring to voice his opinions. "I have a mecha nearby," he mumbled into a brief moment of silence. "Although I doubt it'll be of any use with this many people around, and in the middle of a city." Reaching up to tousle his hair and scratch the back of his neck, he thought for a moment. "Could we lure them out? I mean, they're here to gather intelligence about us, right? We could perhaps use that to set a trap. Of course, that would pose a danger of them actually getting their hands on information." he added with a glance toward the sky, wishing he was up there instead of down there.

Releasing a sigh he forced his gaze back tot he group. No point in complaining. There was no chance of backing out, so he needed to just get over his reluctance and do his damn job. As these thoughts fluttered through his brain, his expression became more serious, but also a sort of light entered his eyes, on of... excitement? Although Huan often complained a lot, he did like his... job. If he solely wanted to fly, he could have signed up with the explorers, the one who went on trips into space in hopes of discovering new things, with the help of Koldar technology. But like all Van Rossem's Huan liked the excitement of fighting, of beating his enemies with better planned strategies, or better weapons, or simply with better skills.

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Posted: Thu, 26 Jan 2012 02:49:28 +0000

Natsu fiddled with the items in her hand, her look one of pure concentration. When working like this, Natsu found it easy to lose herself, to forget about everything going on at that moment. Her jumbled emotions disappeared, and no thoughts ran rampart in her brain. Just silence and the feel of the items and the smell of grease. Natsu may not be as good as her brother at repairing things, but she was still one of the top in her city. It was finding things that sent a true thrill of joy down her spine. Repairing things was more like a hobby, once she enjoyed almost as well as the search. Twisting the last aluminum piece, she held it up for Allen to see, just in time to hear him mutter about the cold. "The cold sucks," she said, nodding in agreement. "I also dislike summer. Summer makes the metals burn hot, and winter freezes them. It's the in between times of the two that I like. Where it's not to warm, and not to cold. Just perfect." Looking away from Allen and down at the thumb nail size aluminum flower she had made out of aluminum from old cans.

Staring at it, Natsu rotated it around slowly. She probably shouldn't have used the aluminum to make such a small thing as a flower, but she had done it without out much thought. Tucking into one of her money belt pouches, she shifted uncomfortably. The belt felt so... so... so light. The guards had taken away a lot of the stuff in there, leaving Natsu only her less dangerous tools and some random pieces. They had taken all of her, which had taken up two pouches. And she could have sold each one for a lot of money. Nails were luxuries, in this falling apart world. Finding one without rust was rare, and Natsu practically hoarded the small items, selling them when her and her brother needed the money, but mostly saving them. It was like a secret savings, for those just in case moments. Also, they made a great weapons. Most of the traps that kept burglars from their house and shop had something to with those small nails. They were small, but they were sharp and pointy. They could kill. Which was probably why they had been taken away.

Resting her elbows on the table, her chins on the back of her hands, which she had laced together, Natsu stared at the window, watching the scenery go by. It seemed so peaceful, but by the time the week was over, people in this train would be dead. Suddenly, a girl flung herself at Allen, mumbling about being relieved and the city three. At the girl's suggestion that she and Allen were boyfriend and girlfriend, Natsu tried to keep her expression blank, but a faint smile crept to her lips in amusement, as well as an ever so slight blush. "I'm not his girlfriend," she told the girl, the small laugh coming out easily. "No, don't leave. The more the merrier. Sit?" Natsu said with a smile and a warm, welcoming twinkle in her eye. Ah, fantastic. Another person whom she could have become friends with if it wasn't for this stupid game. Drawing random circles on the table, Natsu smile encouragingly at the girl. One of them might be dead in a few days, but Natsu pushed that thought away. She should enjoy the here and now, not brood about the future. Her life could be ending soon, after all. Might as well enjoy what's left of it.

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Caitlyn reached up her left arm, shading her eyes from nothing as she watched Ven run, soon disappearing. She didn't follow after immediantly, instead standing there and catching her breath. It had been a while since she had had to run that fast, and Caitlyn mentally berated herself for not staying in tip top shape. 'From now on, a lap around the city at a run, once a day,' she swore, before realizing that having a chance to go back to normal days was zero, with the way things were. Releasing a slow breath, she glanced around, gazing at the area with a wince. Looked like Ven had been trying to break his arms. Shaking her head, Caitlyn started the trudge back tot he clearing, wondering how Bea was doing. She didn't run despite her worry, and instead kept an even walk that she could do for a whole day with little tiring. She should save her strength, in case the Watchers came back. Caitlyn shuddered at that thought, and wrapped her arms around herself, glancing warily around herself, eyeing the trees suspiciously. Laughing softly at herself, Caitlyn let her arms drop to her side. There were no Watchers hiding in the trees around her. Snickering at herself, Caitlyn continued walking. Now that her brief moment of wariness was gone, Caitlyn began worrying about Bea. Had Ven been able to help her? She told herself that of course he had. The alternative wasn't something she wanted to think about.

Finally, after long, long minutes of walking, Caitlyn spotted the break in the trees that showed the clearing. Instead of picking up her pace though, she slowed down sightly, hesitant to see. What if she hadn't run fast enough to warn Ven? It was the first time she had asked herself that question, although she now realized that it was the source of the black feeling inside of her. Forcing herself to walk quickly, Caitlyn entered the clearing, scanning around. Nothing seemed to have change from when she had left, except perhaps where people were, and that Ven was there. Walking over to Bea the blue-haired girl was relieved to her sister was still breathing, and looking much better. [ To Be Continued ].

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Huan watched Layna walk away, eyes narrowed. She didn't seem to be running away, so he didn't try to stop her. Raising an eyebrow at her troubled expression, Huan silently clapped for the girl on how quickly she regained her composure. Most medium and up ranking military people were excellent at controlling their emotions, and it was always nice to meet an enemy who had good training. Made things fun. Not exactly something he should be thinking, and jobs were normally never fun - especially when they involved death. Shaking off his brief moment of stupidity without any outward signs of doing so, Huan tilted his head in acknowledgment of Layna's words as she returned, but said nothing. "Oh really?" he said in response to her next words, with perhaps maybe a tad bit of a hint of sarcasm.

Spotting Koshir returning, Huan eyed the obviously hurt Koldar, wondering if he should move to help him. On one side, it was the right thing to do. On the other, he didn't want to be distracted from Layna, since she just might try to run for it. You just never knew. Curling his lip in disbelief at the Zarr girl when she tossed Koshir the lollipop, he had to wonder what exactly they taught at Zarr schools. Watching Koshir toss the lollipop aside, Huan kept his face calm, but his tone held obvious disbelief. "Do you really think we'd eat food the enemy offers?" Ignoring the two offered his way, a small frown creased his forehead. "Are you okay?" he questioned Koshir gruffly, stiff, obviously not at all wanting to show concern in front of the enemy. The sight of all the scars on Koshir's body did get a raised brow, and the image of his wound healing quicker than it would normal also relieved his worries somewhat.

Moving to stand behind Layna, Huan glanced over at the Pentagon, his expression blank once more. Glancing back, he kept silent for now, not having anything to really add. Feeling the urge to cross his arms, but ignoring it since it would slow his reaction time should he need to either grab her or pull out his gun, Huan listened to the Koshir talk, his own mind rolling around the name 'Latona' for a moment before he recalled a fuzzy memory of having heard it before. Wasn't she some smart girl? And by 'smart', he meant brilliant, a genius. Funny. He thought Zarr didn't have those types. 'I guess even the Zarr have misfits,' he thought. Huan knew his thoughts were leaning on the mean side, but he couldn't bring himself to care. This girl was the enemy, after all. Why should he care about her feelings? Still, his personality was such that he did feel a little regret over his thoughts. Pushing those thoughts aside - they had no place in the middle of a mission - Huan bit the inside of his cheek, ignoring the ruckus as people burst out of the pentagon and kept his eyes on Layna Latona. Pulling up the images the pigeons were feeding them in his left eye, Huan twitched his fingers three times, and released the pigeons from his use. If he needed too, he could pull up their feed again, but now they wouldn't a distraction flickering in his eye. Closing the screen his eye was being shown, Huan resumed his attention on the Zarr female, the whole closing of the feeds having taken him perhaps three seconds.

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Current Health:
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Current Mood:
Grumpy, cheerful, ever so slightly annoyed

Current Danger:
☆☆☆☆☆

Current Action:
Tackling; Arguing and imploring

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For I am your soldier, a daring knight,
and to my last breath I shall fight.
For I am your soldier, a daring knight,
and to my last breath I shall fight.

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Lu-chan squeezed his eyes shut as he lay on his bed, wishing he could go back to sleep. But no, as the Vice-President of the Student Council he had to be there for the opening speech. Muttering to himself, he rolled off the bed, landing with a very small thump. Leaning over and tugging at his bed to straighten out the slightly rumpled covers, Lu-chan finished that quickly, and then slid out of his pajama's, chucking them on to the newly made bed carelessly. Dressing quickly in the girl top and the skirt ( with black shorts underneath, thank you very much ), Lu-chan was soon pulling on his socks and slipping in to his shoes. Looking at the mirror he had fixed to his closet door - which was surrounded by pictures of him, his twin, and Tomo-chan, with one or two of his mother - he scowled at his reflection, running his hand through his short, pink hair. Opening the closet he pulled out his wig. The shade of pink was a tad bit different than his own shade, but it was close enough not to make a difference. It took a few, quick minutes to fix the wig to his head. It was professionally made just for him, so it would only fall off in never ever. It only came off when he wanted it too.

Fixing the wig ( which felt like real, actual hair - it was unknown by most of the students whether it was real or not ) so that it was in two pigtails, Lu-chan felt satisfied with his work. Making a silly face and giving himself a thumbs up, Lu-chan turned and jumped on his bed, messing up the made bed even more, and not really caring. One leg step and another jump with a soft thud, and he was on the blue carpet that was between his bed and the other bed. Making his way to the door, Lu-chan swung it open carelessly, closing it behind him with a sharp sound. Attention immediantly focused on him as new students caught sight of what they perceived to be a girl. By the end of the day, Lu-chan knew that all the newbies would have heard that he was a guy, not a girl, and that likewise, some wouldn't care ( both newbies and oldies ) and he would have chocolate in front of his door when he got back. Lu-chan found this annoying, but chocolate was chocolate, although he would feel guilty eating it around Tomo-chan, who couldn't eat the stuff.

Speaking of Tomo-chan, he should probably go find him. Wandering out of the dormitories, Lu-chan made his way to the gym, where he knew the speech would be given. Idly wondering what the stage would look like this year as he hadn't seen it as of yet, Lu-chan entered the gym. Taking a few seconds to study it, he soon turned his gaze away and looked for his childhood friend. Quickly spotting him, Lu-chan made his way over to him stealthily, planning on tackling. A few feet away, he leaped, wrapping his arms around Tomo-chan's neck and shouting "To~ mo~ cha~ n~". His feet dangling an inch of the floor for a second or two, Lu-chan quickly let go, and spun away so as to face Tomo-chan. "Ohayō~" he added, saying good morning in the native language of the land they lived upon.

Glancing around, he uttered; "Have you seen Lucas?" before looking back at his childhood friend. Remembering why they were in the gym, he offered a bright cheerful smile. "Have you your speech all ready, our fearless President?" he questioned. Feeling a hand cuff him on the head, Lu-chan spun around, a 'hey' forming on his lips, but the unspoken word died away when he saw it was Lucas. Pouting instead he grumbled; "Did you have to hit me?" but his question was ignored.

"Stop tackling people, Lu-chan" Lucas scolded. "Someday your going to choke someone. Jeez." Lu-chan had a retort at the tip of his tongue, but before he could speak his clever ( or so he thought ) line, Lucas was moving on, no longer interested in scolding her twin about tackling people. "Have you made your bed? Brushed your teeth? What about-" "Kind of- and yes. Argh. I know how to take care of myself." "What do you mean mean, 'kind of'?" "Well, I made it, but then I sort of jumped on to it and stepped on it-" "What? Why did you do that?" "It was quicker than going around-" "Of course. Lazy butt. You better make it after the ope-" "What are you? My mother? Why do I have to make my damn bed?" "Because your getting a new roommate, and I don't want you complaining about him like your last one, so it's best to make a good first impre-" "Aren't you getting a new roommate yourself? Worry about-" "My bed is made already." The twins glared at each other before, moving as one, looked at their childhood friend and said imploringly; "Tomo-chan!" When the twins argued or had a disagreement they themselves could not work out together, they often left it too Tomo-chan choose who was right, even though half the time they didn't listen to him.

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