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~..liar..~ Teresa immediately thought. Yet, she acted completely normal not wanting Wonderland to know. "Well...I was training..then I decided to have some normal fun..I don't have anything planned for tonight really. Why may I ask?"
Perhaps for training..that was most likely it. That...or some serious issue that involved Wonderland's family.

Sakura could tell that Teresa knew she was lying buut she kept silent from her troubles, gently taking her hands out of her pockets.
"Nothing really, i just had matters that came to me which i'm going to greatly ignore..." she didn't what else to say, she gently kicked some dirt on the ground also looking at the dirt.

((if i don't reply in like eight minutes then assume i left, my sister wants to go on..but it won't take long..i hope))

Jay began his trek through the wilderness, pretty much in the same state as always. This time, however, he had the thought of Rayne and Pale on his mind...as well as the children he would have been the father of. He looked up to see Kura...who looked devistated by all means. Quickly he ran over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder and saying "Kura...what's happened to you?"

Teresa nodded her head. She thought as much. She brought the staff out before her and leaned against it. Teresa bet it did involve family business...something Teresa never had to worry about considering she had NO family at all.

Kura looks back at his twin phoenix wings. Both crippled. The dragon wings fine luckily. Kura stared at them long and hard. It would take an eternity to grow them back. He would have to heal them. He close his eyes and a huge burst of energy filled the area around them, Kura radiating of ki. His wings mended themselves and then slid back into his back. He sighed and removed his gear. He turned and looked at Jay. "Come on. Don't hold back anything."

Quils swung his legs over the branch, sitting down and patiently watching the sky, as if searching for an answer to all of life's questions. He reminisced (sp) on his childhood. The days he spent running through the yard and playing in the woods nearby. It was a time where he considered Id to be his friend and not hit tormentor. Being in Black Amber, he felt nostalgia. The woods were almost the same in feel and atmosphere. Of course, now he was not alone with his darkness, he was with a clan and now keeping a secret about himself. He considered himself an open guy. Any subject he would speak about freely except that of Id. Only his parents knew of his alter ego. Everyone else who saw Id's actions automatically assumed Quils was losing it. He probably was. Sometimes he would yell at Id, even when the demon was not present in his mind. The only reason Quils traveled so much was to find a way of suppressing him. Perhaps he would find someone. In a book he read, he learned about talismans and pendulums capable of such powers. After a while he leaned forward, risking falling to the ground and breaking his neck. His hair fell forward, covering his green eyes. It was an almost odd sight. A purple haired teenager sitting at the top of the trees. The more he pondered the more he felt the urge to laugh. "I must look like a bag of hammers..." he said, chuckling lightly.

Takeo weaved in and out of the trees, doing it even when the tree wasn't in his way, almost unconciously. He may not be able to find new things but his memory for where he had already been was perfect. Metal struck dirt as he kneeled down and reached underneath a bush. When his hand came back out it was holding onto a guitar shaped case.

The case was matte black and made of some sort of fiberglass like material. With exagerated care Takeo touched two normal looking spots on the case and the lid popped open. Inside rested Takeo's instrument. It was a strange mix between guitar and keyboard. The insturment was practically flat with a vague guitar shape if the bottom had been extended in one direction. On the extension was a short keyboard.

The instrument had never been named, or at least the young cyborg had never heard one for it but he had found it in the Scrapyard one day and taken it for his own. After a few modifications he had been able to play it.

Takeo pulled out a long cord from the neck of the insturmentand brought back behind his ear where the port for it was. With a sighed of contentment he plugged in the instrument. Since the instrument was impossible to play with only two hands Takeo had made it so his brain could autmoatically change the pitch and sound of the guitar strings as he played, leaving his other hand free to play the keyboard.

With a gentle caress Takeo let his fingers slid over the strings, leaving one beautiful note in the air.

Quils lay sprawled out on the very branch he sat on the day before. He snored lightly, barely stirring as the light touched his face, caressing his cheeks warmly. He leaned to the side, destroying whatever balance he had attained in his sleep and sending him crashing to the ground level. He hit a thick bushel of moss, cushioning his fall. With a groan he sat up, his eyes still closed as he turned his head in confusement as to what woke him. His hair now decorated with stray leaves, and his gauntlet buried in the earth by its weight. He still hadn't opened his eyes when he stood, wondering where he had fallen asleep. For a while he stayed where he was, not moving any part of himself. Calmly he rose to his feet. Yawning as he did, a rather long and satisfying yawn. He brought his hands up to his face, running them down his neck and then pulling away to stretch. It was an odd routine that he went through. All the while he scanned the surrounding area with his eyes bouncing about. He had hoped there would be someone nearby, he was beginning to feel lonely. Except for Id he rarely managed to keep company.