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Albaine: *wanders out*

Ish: *Dives out at Albaine's leg*

Albaine: *jumps and stops himself from falling over* Let go of my leg! scream

Ish: *Clinks* No 83

Albaine: Why not!?

Ish: Because I missed you 8D

Albaine: How could you miss me, you've been stalking me for I don't know how long. -_-

Ish: I haven't just been stalking YOU! I've been stalking the ladies too *Nods*

Albaine: *tone of uninterest* Really? Find any? -_-

Ish: I found some, but none of them want to sleep with you =3

Albaine: Perfectly fine with me.

*pokes Ish and points at Fee* She might have some information for ya. =D

Albaine: Oo

Ish: *Eyes Fero*

Albaine: *tries shaking Ish off his leg*

Ish: *Clings* >3 YOU WILL NEVER GET RID OF ME!!

Albaine: ... *wishes he had some bamboo so he could pry Ish off*

Ish: *Nuzzles Albaine's leg* 83

Albaine: *looks around for a stick*

Ish: Where are all your lady friends?

Albaine: Lady friends?

Ish: Yeah, the ones that you're always talking to!

Albaine: Oh, them. *shrugs* I dunno. They're out someplace I suppose. Why?

Ish: No reason... >.> *Was going to ask them if they'd sleep with Albaine* You know, if I don't find a girl, I'm going to have starting asking the guys. I'm pretty sure one of them wouldn't mind making you his b***h

Albaine: I don't like guys. Oo And even if I did, why the hell would I be 'his b***h' as you called it? stare

Ish: You would be the b***h because while you may rank as the dominant in a relationship with a female, you reek of "b***h" to a gay male 8D Plus it's just funny when they guys like you get stuck in the submissive role o3o

Albaine: What? I do not. >.> *holds back on a 'prove it' comment*

Ish: Yes, you do! The way you dress, your attitude. Just screams "b***h!"

Albaine: What the hell does the way I dress have to do with anything? Oo

Ish: Gay guys tend to be sharp dressers *Nods* Usually the b***h likes to look prettiful 8D

Albaine: *rolls his eyes* I'M NOT GAY! scream *storms off*

Ish: *Sniffles when falls on the ground* NO NEED TO BE SO RUDE!! ;~;

Bernice: *away from where Ish and Albaine were**currently does not know about the plot cooked up by the humans* Ugh. Heels and grass don't mix.

Albaine: *walks over vaguely where Bernice is and blinks at her* ...why do I recognize you...?

Bernice: *looks over* Hmm? Well hey there, cockroach, long time no see.

Albaine: ... *something clicks* Oh, I remember. I met you when I first came here. *nods*

Bernice: Indeed. And I don't recall exchanging names. *thrusts out her hand* My name's Bernice.

Albaine: *caught a bit off-guard from the offer of her hand, but shakes hands anyway* I'm Albaine.

Bernice: *picked up that he wasn't expecting a hand shake* What, men and ladies don't shake hands where you come from?

Albaine: No, they do. I just haven't had anyone shake hands with me since I got here.

Bernice: Oh. Well if they're the four-leggers then I'm not surprised. *laughs*

Albaine: Actually, even the anthros didn't offer to shake hands.

Bernice: Hmm. *strokes her chin* Maybe they don't know how since some of them started as four-leggers and others came from different worlds? Say, where did you come from? *curious because of the outfit*

Albaine: The United States.

Bernice: *chuckles* That's an awfully vague answer, isn't it?

Albaine: Yeah, it is. *thinks* I was born in Mas-Maine. *nods* Yeah, Maine.

Bernice: *raises an eyebrow* Did you almost say Massachusetts?

Albaine: *nods* Well, it used to be Massachusetts.

Bernice: Huh. *doesn't know much about the changing of state borders*

Albaine: Where were you from?

Bernice: *grins* United States, also, all around.

Albaine: Oh. Well, I've traveled around the United States as well. Never stayed anywhere for too long, other than Maine.

Bernice: Ah, may I ask why you traveled?

Albaine: I was searching for someone.

Bernice: In good way, a bad way, or a metaphorical way?

Albaine: I don't even know. She wanted to kill me, so we were...searching for each other, I suppose.

Bernice: Yikes. That's... a little messed up.

Albaine: Yeah, well...that's life.

Bernice: Is it now?

Albaine: Well, my life anyway.

Albaine: That's one way of putting it.

Bernice: *yawns loudly and covers her mouth as she does so* So, how has Namiah been for you so far?

Albaine: Peaceful. And sometimes annoying and horrible. But mostly it's been peaceful.

Bernice: *shrugs* Sounds like my experience, too.

Albaine: Had a rough life too? *isn't going to pry*

Bernice: Oh? I was referring to your statement about Namiah.

Albaine: Oh, right. Been in Namiah long?

Bernice: Only since February.

Albaine: Oh, that's not too long ago.

Bernice: Nope, sure isn't. I live with another anthro girl by the name of Kyandi. She's been here over 2 years. But she was born here, apparently they age quickly then cease to age at all.

Albaine: Oh, so like immortals?

Bernice: Maybe? Do immortal children mature quickly?

Albaine: Compared to humans? No. But there's a point at which they stop aging completely.

Bernice: Huh. What's that point?

Albaine: *mishears* There is no point. Immortals just go on living until they get killed or get sick of life.

Bernice: No, I meant what's the point at which they stop aging?

Albaine: Oh. Well that varies. Usually it's sometime either in your late teens or mid 20s. Somewhere between then. It's rare to see someone that looks older than that.

Bernice: Are you an immortal, then? *figures she should ask since he seems to know a lot about them*

Albaine: *nods* Yes, I am.

Bernice: *grins* Can all immortals speak with roaches?

Albaine: No, only the ones who could turn into them. *smiles a little*

Bernice: *eyes widen* You can turn into a cockroach? *seems impressed*

Albaine: *shakes his head* Not anymore. I used to be able to though. I think the island took that power away.

Bernice: Aww, well that's too bad.

Albaine: *nods* Yeah, it was great for hiding.

Bernice: What, are you a coward or something?

Albaine: No, not really.

Bernice: Then what use have you got for hiding? Are you a peeping tom?

Albaine: A peeping tom? Not in the least. Oo *thinks* I suppose I really didn't have much use for it. >.>

Bernice: Well that's too bad.

Albaine: *shrugs* Well, regardless of if I had a use for it or not, I could have turned into one before I died.

Bernice: You died?

Albaine: I told you, remember? She killed me.

Bernice: Right, right... Wait, you mean the she you traveled around for?

Albaine: *nods* Well I'm off. Bye. *waves and goes for a walk*



Albaine: *wondering what's so funny about bamboo*

-nudges Albaine- Oh, just think about it. A banana. Flaming. -nudge-

Albaine: *thinks* ....is it being cooked? O_o

No. JUST THINK ABOUT IT. -pelvic thrusts- UHM, flaming. Like this guy. -drags out Syd-

Syd: -just woke up- Huh?

XD;

Albaine: ...flaming? Huh? Oo

*resists the urge to smack Albaine's ignorance* -_-

Yeah, flaming!

Syd: If this is a gay joke, I'm leaving.

It's not! ...notreallyanyways.

Albaine: ...gay? O_O *hides*

Coward!

Syd: -looks insulted-

Albaine: *doesn't care*

Syd: Hmph. -crosses his arms- I'm not gay.

It's true. :/

Albaine: I'm not taking any chances, I don't want to get it.

Syd: -scoffs- You can't catch it, it isn't a disease.

Albaine: That's what everyone says, but I know the truth.

Syd: -frowns- It isn't.

Albaine: Then why don't you just let me be ignorant and appease my irrationality? -_- *still isn't buying the 'not a disease' thing*

Syd: Because that is annoying, mate.

Albaine: What? Just leaving me 'ignorant'?

Syd: Yup.

Albaine: Why is it annoying? I'm not hurting anything.

Syd: You could hurt a lot of people. Just because you don't think it's bad, doesn't mean it isn't.

Albaine: How can I possibly be hurting anyone? I'm not going around screaming my beliefs converting others to it. Oo

Syd: It's offensive. And disgusting.

Albaine: And that's exactly why I keep it to myself. -_- *doesn't like making enemies if he can help it*

Syd: You shouldn't run and hide if you hear the word 'gay'. It's perfectly natural.

Albaine: ... *doesn't think it's natural, but at this point just wants Syd to go away since Sara won't let him leave* Dark is perfectly natural too. Doesn't mean that people don't run and hide from it. No one calls that disgusting or offensive.

Syd: -shrugs- Dark isn't a person.

Albaine: *sighs* Alright, alright. Not the same thing. But people do the same thing to animals too. They have feelings. *just stretching for a point, since animals find it funny if a human runs and hides from them*

Syd: -taps his chin- Well, generally, prejudice doesn't exactly exist amongst animals, at least not in human terms.

Albaine: Depends on the animal. Or so I heard.

Syd: True. -shrugs, and then smirks a bit meanly- You know, 7 out of 10 cats are gay?

Albaine: Huh. It got them too? -_-

Syd: -twitches- No, it's not a disease!

Albaine: Hm.

Syd: Hm?

Albaine: Okay...prove it to me that it's not a disease.

Syd: Alright, come here.

Albaine: What? That's like asking someone who's scared of snakes to walk into a snake pit. Oo

He's not gay, Albaine. >.<

Albaine: *sighs* Really?

Really!

Albaine: *reluctantly walks out of his hiding spot and over to Syd*

Syd: You can't move, alright?

Albaine: Alright.

Syd: -places a hand on Albaine's shoulder and stares-

Albaine: ... *resists the urge to run away*

Syd: -raises a brow- Alright. I'm married. And I have a daughter.

Albaine: Okay, okay. I'm not moving. -_- *wasn't going to move anyways*

Syd: I'm married to a man.

Albaine: Oo *starts backing away*

Syd: -tightens his grip on Albaine's shoulder and follows him- Look? I'm touching you. You're not gay, are you?

Albaine: Of course I'm not! You don't get the common cold in just a couple minutes. Why would this be any different? >.> *fidgets*

Syd: -laughs and lets go, but gives Albaine's shoulder a pat first- You have a point. Get back to me in a few days, and tell me if you've changed at all.

Albaine: Sure. *waves and kind of walks off, probably going to take a shower when he gets home*

@Syd- I don't think that's gonna work. xD

Syd: -shrugs- Oh well.

You need to tackle it at the source! >D

Syd: oo; But I don't know the source.

Figure it out? It's not too hard. >.>

-saves time and just whispers it in his ear-

Syd: -frowns- Oh..

Yeah... >.>

Syd: ;~;

Well...you now know something about him that no other namir knows. xD; And now you have the weapon you need to get rid of it when he goes to see you in a couple days. =3 Or I can go fetch him now. Your call.

Syd: I don't want to use it as a weapon, it's rude...

Well, not like that, no. It's not literally a weapon. Oo

Syd: But still...

I know, I know. I'd still like to see him get cured of his irrational fear though. You can think of another way to do it if you want. No need to actually tackle it at the source. =3

Syd: -frowns- Okay, fine. Go get him.

Okay. =3 *goes to fetch Albaine*

Albaine: *wanders out* What? Oo

Nothing! Just wanted to prevent you from taking that shower. xD

Syd: -ear flick- Hullo again.

Albaine: *waves* Hello.

Syd: -stares at him, looking sad now-

Albaine: What? *doesn't like pity*

Syd: Uhm... -hugs him- I'm sorry.

Albaine: *tenses up* About what? Oo

Syd: -pulls away- ...You know...

Albaine: No, I don't know. *creeped out a bit* If you're apologizing for getting offended at me calling homosexuality a disease then you're just confusing me. If you believe in something you should stand by it more, not just give it up just like that. Oo

Syd: D: I'm confused too.

Albaine: *sighs, looking very confused and slightly creeped out*

*Whispers at Syd* You might want to kind of inch your way towards it by asking questions and leading the conversation that way. >.>

Syd: Uhm...so...uh...why, exactly, don't you like homosexuality?

Albaine: I don't have a problem with it. I just don't want to catch it. >.> It's a disease. My uncle said so. *frowns* Or at least I think he did. *shakes his head of the confusion* Me not liking homosexuality is like not liking the flu. Has nothing to do with the people.

Syd: Oh. Nice reason. -sarcasm-

Albaine: *shrugs* It's just what I believe. That's all.

Syd: -not sure what to do next- Uhm...I lived with my uncle when I was a kid, but he never said anything like that.

Albaine: Different time frame? *frowns because he can't actually remember his uncle saying that* ...I might be mixing it up. It's been a while, someone else might have said it, or he might have been talking about something else.

Syd: -shrugs- Ah, well... -looks sort of confident again- Well, that can't be enough, just something someone said. There has to be another reason, right?

Albaine: ...I...I don't know. I don't think there's another reason. >.>

Syd's going backwards. xD Ease into it...easy...you can't force your way in.

Syd: D: -doesn't know how to ease into things- Well...what about your parents...?

Albaine: My parents? *tilts his head* If you must know, my mother died when I was 6 and my father when I was 12.

Syd: Ouh, sorry.

Albaine: It's okay. It was a long time ago.

Syd: Ah, I never knew my parents...they were crackheads.

Albaine: Oh. *shakes his head* Why do people do that? It makes no sense to me.

Syd: It makes them feel better. -shrugs- Not sure why they did it...I heard my father was depressed, and my mum was crazy. But that's what my uncle told me.

Albaine: My mother was very kind until she died. Or at least from what I remember and what my Uncle told me.

Syd: My auntie and my uncle were both very kind, but they drove themselves off of a cliff when I turned twenty.

Albaine: *blinks* ...on purpose? Oo

Syd: No...It was stormy out, and where they were from, it gets very dangerous during storms, since they were on the coast. Anyways, they did something wrong, and lost control..

Albaine: Oh. Well, accidents happen. It's a shame when they happen to good people.

Syd: Yeah...it's odd, though. Their car landed on a beach a few miles from their house. My cousin and I would walk there on nice days and play.

Albaine: Yeah, that is kind of odd. *thinks, wondering if he has a cousin*

Syd: They always yelled at us for going so far...but we still did it.

Albaine: I think my mother used to do the same thing when I was little. She'd always protect me, and make sure I was safe. *looks a bit distant*

Syd: -remains silent, also looking a bit distant, pretty much forgetting about his task-

*pokes Syd*

Albaine: *tilts his head a bit at the poke*

Syd: Huh? -blinks- Oh. Right... -can't come up with any questions-

*whispers* Well, he hasn't said anything about his father aside from when he died. He also said that his mother protected him, so...there're two potiential questions right there.

Syd: Oh, right. You're mum protected you? From what? -feels like an interrogator-

Albaine: *fidgets* From my father. >.>

Syd: -frowns- Oh...

Albaine: He had a drinking problem. He'd get really mean. *kind of sounds vaguely like a little kid*

Syd: Ouh, that's terrible...

Albaine: *nods* So she'd protect me...she'd distract him from me and get beat up instead. *looks distant*

Syd: I'm sorry...

Albaine: *kind of ignoring Syd at the moment, wrapped up in his train of thought* And then she was gone...he'd punched her one time too many...and we had to bury her...

Syd: -not sure what to say-

Albaine: ...Father said...father said that he'd dig the hole, and I had to bring the body...but...she was too heavy...

Syd: ...

Albaine: So he...he got an....ax...and... *trembles a bit, looking frightened* ...and he chopped her up for me...

Syd: Jesus...

Albaine: ...and then I had to bring the body over...each and every piece while father watched over me and scolded me for crying. Said I was a baby, that I shouldn't be weak. He laughed, then filled up the hole. And then she wasn't there anymore... *kind of comes back a bit*

Syd: I'm so sorry...that's terrible...

Albaine: *nods* Father was a sick, sick man. *blinks, the words kind of coming out of his mouth without thinking them*

Syd: -nods-

Albaine: That's... *frowns* So that's what my uncle said. Then...then why...?

Syd: Why?

Albaine: I said that my Uncle said it was a disease, but...he was talking about my father, so that can't be right. So who told me that it was a disease...? *frowns, kind of confused by this mystery*

Syd: Oh...maybe...if you think about it more, you'll find out...maybe your dad said it. -shrugs-

Albaine: Father never taught me anything, so I know it wasn't him. *frowns* ...

Syd: Hmm...well he must've said something, right?

Albaine: ... *trying to make the connection, but at the same time is kind of scared to* ...maybe...maybe he said something... *frowns* But we lived out in the middle of nowhere. How would that come up? And it was back before it was out in the open...

Syd: Maybe he did something...and then said it?

Albaine: Did...something...? *thinks, grasping for that connection while pushing it away* ...he had to have done something. Why else would I be so scared? Why else wouldn't I want to remember? I know he beat me...but I remember that. What did he do that I don't remember...?

Syd: -bites his lip slightly, watching him-

Albaine: *closes his eyes and mentally pushes his fear away, trying to make connections* I said homosexuality was a disease, and I thought that my uncle said it, but my uncle was talking about my father. Homosexuality is love between two men. *frowns* But my father wasn't gay...he had no love... *forces himself onward with the ultimate prompting word* ...but...he...he... *trembles* ...he raped me.

Syd: -frowns sympathetically-

Albaine: ... *sighs* ....well, I gues that explains why I hate rapists so much... *nervous laughter, then sighs* So it's not a disease...my father was the diseased one. Homosexuality is just love. *frowns* Well, I knew that already. Never thought it wasn't love, just thought it was started unnaturally by a disease.

Syd: -smiles slightly, pats Albaine's shoulder- I'm sorry.

Albaine: *nods* Thanks. *thinks* At least now I won't run away every time someone says they're gay. I know better now. >.>

Syd: -nods- But remembering all that must've been painful...I feel bad since it's my fault.

Albaine: It was...but it didn't kill me so... *shrugs* That which does not kill you makes you stronger?

Syd: I suppose so. -smiles and sticks out his hand- I'm Sydney, by the way, wull...you can call me Syd, if you like.

Albaine: *shakes Syd's hand* I'm Albaine, though I think you might have heard that from Sara.

Syd: -chuckles- Nice to meet you, Albaine.

Albaine: Nice to meet you too, Syd.

Syd: -grins- I'm glad you changed your...perspective on things.

Albaine: At least I changed it before I offended a lot of people. >.> I heard from someone that most of the anthros here are gay.

Syd: -nods- I don't know, but all of the anthros I know are at least bi.

Albaine: Really? Huh. *vaguely wonders if Syd grouped Albaine into that bunch or if he's talking about the anthros he's met before him, guessing it's the latter*

Syd: -shakes his head- But that group only includes a handful of people, including my husband and some of my friends from home, so, I'm sure there's more straight ones than we think.

Albaine: *nods* I think most people I know are straight. Or at least where I came from.

Syd: One of my friends used to be straight...not too sure what happened there, though.

Albaine: Maybe he just found someone he liked better? I mean, I think that if the personality is right you can probably work through the gender...thing. >.> *can't imagine himself doing so, but has to admit that it's probably possible*

Syd: I don't know...maybe he was bi to start out with. -shrugs-

Albaine: Probably. That would make sense. *nods*

Syd: -nods- But...I think he's traumatized, he was married before, to a terrible woman, and all he wanted was a child, it was the only thing that kept them together. But they tried twice and one miscarried and the other was still born. But...ah, it isn't really something I should be sharing, though.

Albaine: *shakes his head* Yeah, probably not. Though really, keeping a marriage together just for a kid just seems weird for me. *is kind of a romantic*

Syd: -nods- Well, he loved her, in the beginning. But...eh...

Albaine: Sometimes things don't work out. *nods, knowing this all too well*

Syd: Exactly. But she was already pregnant when he started realizing she wasn't the 'one'. But he wanted to stick around for the kid.

Albaine: Ah...makes sense. Wouldn't want to abandon the kid, that would be irresponsible.

Syd: Yeah. I feel sorry for him, though...he kind of went off the deep end and started cheating on her after their second one died.

Albaine: That sounds rough. *never been through something like that, so can't imagine how it would feel*

Syd: Yup... -frowns as he thinks of what it'd be like to loose Sadie, or one of his future kids-

Albaine: He's in Namiah now though, right? I heard that Namiah's really peaceful.

Syd: It is...but tradegy and chaos still weedle their way through,

Albaine: Wouldn't expect any different. Wouldn't feel real if there wasn't some chaos running amuk.

Syd: It wouldn't.

Albaine: *nods* Well, it's getting kind of late. I think I'll be going now. *waves* Have a good night, Syd.

Syd: -waves- Goodnight.

Albaine: *wanders out*

Kara: *walks in*

Albaine: *waves at Kara when he notices her*

Kara: *waves back* Hi! ^^

Albaine: So how are you?

Kara: Well enough, thank you. And yourself?

Albaine: Kind of bored, but otherwise alright.

Kara: *smiles* Interesting isn't necessarily good, either.

Albaine: True. Some interesting things are things I'd rather avoid if possible.

Kara: *nods* . . . The human at our house uses 'interesting' to describe stuff she wants to politely say she dislikes. XD

Albaine: I think a lot of people do, myself included occasionally.

Tai: Catches a cockroach "weeee" runs to Albaine "Look what I cought for you ^_^" Puts the cockroach on Albaine's lap. sits looking at Albaine " you like mai gift ^_^?"

Albaine: *looks down at Tai* O_o *flicks the cockroach away* No.

Tai: Pouts " your loss ^_^" catches roach and squishes it "gewie!"

Albaine: *rolls his eyes and continues ignoring the kit*

Kara: It's certainly neutral enough.

Albaine: *nods* Though some people take the neutrality of the word and tilt it toward negativity, taking offense to something they did, do, or want to do that is called 'interesting' by another person.

Kara: Apparently, many people use it to politely dislike something. *grins*

Albaine: It would appear so. *thinks* Wonder if there's another neutral word that can be used instead of interesting to better hide your dislike for something.

Kara: If there is, I haven't heard it.

Albaine: Me neither.

Kara: *shrugs* Then again, I wouldn't exactly be the best person to ask.

Albaine: Why do you say that? *curious*

Kara: *smiles* English isn't my first language.

Albaine: Ah....I wouldn't have guessed. *thinks* Do you know a lot of languages?

Kara: *nods* Yeah . . . at least a dozen, anyway.

Albaine: Neat. I only know English, unfortunately.

Kara: *grins* The most confusing language.

Albaine: I've heard that before. Never actually stopped to think about it much though.

Kara: *smiles* All the homonyms, and the things which are spelled the same but mean different things.

Albaine: Oh yeah...I hated those homonyms when I started learning how to read. I'm surprised I managed to get them straight. >.> Probably doesn't help that I didn't start learning how to read until I was 12. -_-

Kara: Twelve? Color me impressed; it's a lot easier learning younger.

Albaine: *nods* Yes it is. I'm lucky that my Uncle was able to help me out, I really think that without him I'd probably be illiterate.

Kara: And a world without books might just be as lonely as one without stars.

Albaine: *nods* And a world like that would probably be overall less educated than one with books, though that is not necessarily a guarantee depending on whether or not they tell their tales orally.

Kara: *nods* Quite true.

Albaine: Those cultures surprise me at how much they retain after listening to a story just once. I suppose that means that I'm a poor listener compared to them.

Kara: *briskly* Nonsense. You're just not as practiced.

Albaine: *thinks* True. Those cultures more than likely refine their listening ability like any other skill.

Kara: *nods* Listening is a lost art in most of the rest of the world.

Albaine: Kind of a shame, listening is important and very useful.

Kara: Absolutely vital.

Albaine: So are books partly to blame for the decline in the overall ability to listen well?

Kara: *wiggles her hand in a 'sort-of' gesture* More the printing press than books, really . . . But overall, I blame electronics.

Albaine: Electronics? Which ones? *thinks the radio would improve listening*

Kara: *waves her hand negatively* No, more game stations and mp3 players. They impede communication, and, therefore, listening.

Albaine: Ah, good point. Never thought about it that way. *thinks to himself that she should probably try to stop listening in to his thoughts if she can help it*

Kara: *looks confused a moment, then her face clears and she blushes slightly* Oops . . .

Albaine: It's alright. Doesn't seem like you're doing it on purpose, so I don't think it's exactly your fault. *assumes the mindset he uses often with Ellenoir, clearing his mind of all surface thoughts except those which will be spoken, keeping all other mental activity on a lower level* Besides, anything truly private shouldn't be kept lying around on the surface like that.

Kara: Still, I do apologize . . . I thought you were speaking. *shrugs* Many people aren't so understanding.

Albaine: *nods* It's quite alright. I'm rather used to it, along with most of the other psychic where I come from. There are too many mind readers out there to get offended every time one of them accidentily listens in, and it's easy to tell the difference between an accident and something purposefully done.

Kara: *curious* Oh? How can you tell?

Albaine: Hard to explain...if it's just by accident it's a bit more relaxed, more gentle. It's harder to notice because there's no conscious purpose behind it. However, if it's on purpose it's more easily noticed, and the feeling is a lot more focused. It's like the difference between wandering around and walking toward something with a goal. In both cases they may be heading in the same direction, but you can tell the difference.

Kara: *nods* I see.

Albaine: *nods* It's a nice skill to have. Well, it's getting a bit late. I think I'm going to head home now. *waves* Have a nice night. *walks off home*

Kara: *waves* Night.

Albaine: *sitting beneath a tree*

Harold: -wanders out, humming to himself-

Dreville: -is stalking Harold just for fun-

Albaine: *staring up at the sky, a little bored*

Dreville: -sees Albaine, getting bored with Harold- ... -giggles and floats over to him, staring-

Albaine: *feels watched* ... *looks around*

Dreville: -giggles, floats up, and takes Albaine's hat-

Albaine: Oo *blinks* Hey! *stands up and reaches out for his hat*

Dreville: -floats up and puts it in a low branch of a tree-

Albaine: *teleports up to the branch and nabs the hat* ... *looks around suspiciously for the ghost*

Dreville: -floats up to him and whispers in his ear- That was pretty amazing...how do you do that? -tugs on his coat and floats down to the ground-

Albaine: It's just one of my powers. I was born with it. *slowly gets off the branch, trying to avoid maybe accidently going through the ghost which would probably make her mad*

Dreville: -floats up to whisper again- I don't like that.

Albaine: Don't like what? My power? Or my explanation?

Drevile: -doesn't answer and just slaps him- I had to die for mine.

Albaine: Oh...alright... >.> *wonders how to get out of this situation*

Dreville: Hmph. -just stands there, watching him-

Albaine: If it makes you feel any better, I died too. *shrugs*

Dreville: EVERYONE I know has died. So I figured the same for you. -tugs on his sleeve again-

Albaine: Really? Maybe that's just the way to get here for them too.

Dreville: -giggles rather happily- Sydie blew his brains out.

Albaine: *knows who she's talking about* Okay... Oo

Dreville: And I watched it happen! -giggles- He was crying and then I told him to stop wasting time and just pull it! And so he did and there was a lot of blood, and I closed my eyes and I opened them and I was here! Isn't that amazing?

Albaine: ... *just watches her as she slowly comes into his vision, thinking that she's horrible* ...why would you want him to kill himself?

Dreville: Becase thennnn~ We could be together for ever! -scoffs- But then he found out two of his other friends were here! So now he needs to die again.

Albaine: Well isn't that a little selfish of you? Dying once is enough.

Dreville: I know...I guess I shouldn't. He's all happy now. But it makes me so mad!

Albaine: His happiness is your madness? *making a nice little verbal pun of sorts*

Dreville: -shrugs- I guess so... -kicks at the ground, making little marks in the dirt-

Albaine: Maybe you can try to find happiness in his happiness?

Dreville: -shrugs- Oh well! -tugs on his hand- Let's play!

Albaine: What do you want to play? *doesn't really want to play, but isn't sure what she's capable of*

Dreville: Tag!

Albaine: Tag, huh? *remembers that he used to be good at this game* Am I it?

Dreville: You are! -takes off running-

Albaine: *runs after her*

Dreville: -giggles, skipping through a more dense part of the forest-

Albaine: *moves through the dense forest, getting annoyed when she escapes his sight*

Dreville: -stops in a little clearing, staring at the sky-

Albaine: *wanders though the forest, thinking of just giving up and going away when he spots her* ...?

Dreville: -giggles, pointing- Look!

Albaine: Hm? *looks up*

Dreville: -points to a butterfly fluttering around-

Albaine: Oh, it's a butterfly.

Dreville: -giggles, and then grabs the butterfly, smashing it-

Albaine: *finds something symbolic in that, and is slightly creeped out*

Dreville: -giggles and skips off-

Albaine: *watches her as she skips off, wondering if this is his opportunity to get away*

Dreville: C'mon! Play!

Albaine: Oh, right. I still need to tag you. *heads after her*

Dreville: -giggles, heading towards another small clearing-

Albaine: *follows after her, feeling vaguely like he's being led somewhere so he can learn a lesson of some sort*

Dreville: -hums as she skips, this time, stopping and pointing to something- Look at this!

Albaine: *stops and looks*

Dreville: -points to a few bushes, which behind them is a white deer, but it's head is just a skull with a light blonde frock-

Albaine: *tilts his head at it, feeling almost like he drank the wrong punch like he did that one time back in the hippie era*

Dreville: -giggles and goes to pet it, though as she touches it, in disintegrates- Aww...

Albaine: Maybe next time?

Dreville: Oh well! -skips off to a dark part of the forest -

Albaine: *follows, feeling rather curious about what she's going to show him next*... *tries to follow, but gets lost along the way, and thus gives up*

Albaine: *wanders into the clearing* *looks around, wondering if Nek or "Tomoe" are around*

Bernice: *out wandering**sighs* The night life here is so boring... *somewhat loudly, but to herself* I never thought I'd miss the fuzz! D<

Albaine: *ears twitch at the familiar voice, and looks over* Oh, hello. *waves*

Bernice: Hmm? *looks over and waves back* Oh, hey there Alby. What are you doing out?

Albaine: Alby? *shakes his head, not really caring* I'm pretty much always out.

Bernice: A social man, or just sick of home?

Albaine: Hm, neither really, though the second one seems to fit. I don't like staying indoors for too long.

Bernice: Ah, well, I don't mind indoors, but staying in one place to long makes my feet itch.

Albaine: Because you're a traveller at heart, correct?

Bernice: *chuckles a little* Mmhmm, I suppose that would be it.

Albaine: So what's it like being a traveller and stuck on an island?

Bernice: *sighs loudly and lets her head flop back a little in exasperation* It's sooo boring! I mean, other than chat, there is nearly nothing to do.

Albaine: *nods* It's a rather simple life here, though if you wanted to you can probably find things to do.

Bernice: Like what? *is a little snippy*

Albaine: Swimming, fishing, reading, exploring, drawing, writing, hiking...do I need to go on?

Bernice: *not convinced* So in other words, boring things those without social desires dabble in...?

Albaine: If you consider them boring, then yes.

Bernice: *flatly* I do.

Albaine: Then there's not much around here you can do. Unless you want to make it yourself, that is.

Bernice: *smirks* This place could use a dance hall... *thinks* Do the four leggers dance?

Albaine: *nods* I believe so.

Bernice: *twists her hair a little* Maybe I should try to raise some money to build one... Wait. *looks at him* Does Namiah even have money?

Albaine: I don't believe so. I've never seen anyone around here pay for anything. There isn't even a barter system that I know of.

Bernice: Huh. A land motivated without money, makes me feel like I'm greedy. But that would explain why there seems to be peace here.

Albaine: You could probably go around getting interest in the idea of a dance hall and get some help in making one.

Bernice: *grins at him* How would you like to help me with that?

Albaine: I'll pitch in. *has nothing better to do*

Bernice: Excellent! I'll be needing a dance partner too. I'd like to have more than one, but I don't know how I would negotiate a four legger, and all the other male two leggers I know are a little limp in the wrist if you catch my meaning.

Albaine: *raises an eyebrow* Inviting me to a dance? *mostly wants clarification*

Bernice: Sure, hun, but no need to be so formal about it. *would usually just pick a guy and drag him to the dance floor*

Albaine: Ah. Eh, sure. Might be fun. *hasn't danced in a while*

Bernice: *winks at him flirtatiously* I'm sure it will. Ah, but I should go, beauty sleep and all. *turns about and walks away, waving without looking back* Ta-ta!

Albaine: *waves, and doesn't like the wink very much but let's it slide since he's tired, and heads home*

Albaine: *wanders out*

Dreville: -skips around, humming happily-

Albaine: *looks up at the sky, thinking*

Dreville: -sneaks up on Albaine- Boo!

Albaine: *blinks and turns around* Oh, hello again. *half waves*

Dreville: Hello! -floats up to take his hat, then puts it on, giggling-

Albaine: Like my hat?

Dreville: -nods, though the hat falls down and covers her eyes more than they are already covered- It's too big! You need to make it smaller.

Albaine: It's just the right size for me. I'm sure you could find one that's your size if you wanted.

Dreville: -shrugs and takes it off, playing with it- I guess so...I want Methy's hat! But Sydie says that I can't take Methy's hat because Methy would just get confused.

Albaine: Why would "Methy" get confused?

Dreville: Because Methy is a drunk! And Sydie says that Methy doesn't get a lot of things because he spaced out a lot.

Albaine: Oh, a drunk. *frowns because he doesn't like drunks*

Dreville: -giggles- But Methy is funny~ He punched Harry a bunch when he was drunk. So now Harry is staying with us! He's fun to play with...but he gets scared so easily.

Albaine: Punched him? That's not nice. >.>

Dreville: I thought it was funny! Harry's boyfriend wants to kill Methy now, and Sydie is mad at him. It's so fun to watch!

Albaine: ...interesting. O_o *wonders how many namrah in Namiah are gay in passing, just a leftover remnant of the homophobia even though he's not homophobic anymore*

Dreville: -giggles- Yeah! It's even better than watching Sydie and Calmy fight. -giggles- Sometimes I think they're gonna split up!

Albaine: Who're going to split up?

Dreville: Sydie and Calmy. They're married. But they always make up and get all lovey dovey when they're done fighting. It's boring.

Albaine: You like violence, don't you?

Dreville: I guess so. -giggles- It's fun.

Albaine: I've seen too much of it in my life. I need a break from it.

Dreville: Oh, I can't get enough!

Albaine: Watch a lot of movies? *bets she prefers it live*

Dreville: I don't like movies. They're boring.

Albaine: I imagine you prefer things live and personal. xP

Dreville: I like to get the BLOOD on my FACE.

Albaine: ... *remembers back to the wedding and sighs a bit*

Dreville: -giggles- You look disturbed.

Albaine: By you? No.

Dreville: Not by me...deep down, you look disturbed.

Albaine: Maybe I am.

Deville: -giggles- You're interesting. -skips in a circle around him-

Albaine: *bluntly* You're interesting as well. *wants to substitute the word interesting for something else*

Albaine: I'm going now. *waves and leaves, taking his hat with him*

Moonlight: *jumps down to land next to Xia* No need to throw me out. :]

Albaine: stare Don't you ever do that again. I come out on my own.

Moonlight: Hey, how are you doing? : )

Albaine: Hello. I'm alright. You?

Moonlight: I'm good. So did you see the fight me and Nek had yesterday? Any tips for me?

Albaine: Yes, I saw it. It was a good fight. *nods* Unfortunately, I really don't have any tips though. >.> *used to fighting with the aid of his powers, and never really fought much at all* Someone I know might have had some tips for you though, if she ever comes here. *hopes she doesn't*

Moonlight: Thank you, though it was only a short little match. ... Maybe we can have a little spar sometime. XD

Albaine: *hopes that Moonlight is talking about a little spar between her and Nek, or maybe Ellenoir since he mentioned her* You mean between the person I mentioned and yourself? That would be interesting.

Moonlight: No, I was thinking the spar between us two, but if you don't fight then I won't push you. *sighs* I need to find more people to fight with.

Albaine: Ah...no, I'm not much for fighting. >.> *not one for sport fighting* I wish you luck in finding someone though.

Moonlight: So, what do you like to do?

Albaine: *shrugs* I like to do a lot of things. I just don't like fighting or doing anything really silly. *thinks about including his dislike for being pestered, but figures that most people have that dislike*

Moonlight: But the silly stuff is the must fun.

Albaine: To most personality types? Yes, it is. To me personally? It's not.

Moonlight: Are you one of those people who like to just sit around and do stuff by yourself?

Albaine: Eh. *shakes his hand in a 'sorta' gesture* I tend to get bored too easily to keep to myself all the time.

Albaine: So are you a social kind of person?

Moonlight: *thinks about it* I guess so. *never really thought about it*

Albaine: *wonders what to talk about, then notices something* So are purple eyes commmon where you come from?

Moonlight: They're not common but not that rare. So you can see them once in a while.

Albaine: Interesting...where I come from they're rather rare. They're actually the mark of a certain race of immortals.

Moonlight: Immortals? That sounds interesting. I wonder if I'm part immortal.

Albaine: Maybe. *doubts it since they seem exclusive to his dimention* Bye. *waves as she leaves*

Nek: *Lands face first and begins to glare at Neko only to sneeze twice*

Albaine: *waves at Nek*

Nek: *Waves back at Albaine and wanders over* I have the strange feeling that Moonlight was just here somewhere...

Albaine: Moonlight? She just left a minute ago.

Nek: *Nods* Ah...

Albaine: She wanted to fight me apparently. >.> I'm glad she didn't force me to. *think he'd probably lose*

Nek: How'd you get her to lay off on you? *Wants to know the secret*

Albaine: I'm not sure. It probably has to do with the fact that I'm not that great at fighting and never gave her that idea.

Nek: Oh... *Frowns*

Albaine: Sorry I couldn't be of more help. *waves goodbye to Nek as she leaves and leans up against a tree*

Bernice: *looking around for Albaine, having some good news*

Albaine: *waves goodbye to Nek as she leaves and leans up against a tree*

Bernice: *spots him**grins and tries to sneak up on him, but not very hard**pops out from behind the tree* Good news!

Albaine: *blinks when she pops out* Oh, hello. What's the news?

Bernice: Weeell! The pink two-legger at my house is friends with a fellow who wants to start up a newspaper. She says she'll ask him to put in something to gather interest for a dance hall!

Albaine: Ah neat. *thinks* Oh, I think I met that guy. He wanted to interview me. O_o And then he just disappeared after I essentially agreed to it.

Bernice: Oh? *smiles and laughs a little* Hmm, well, I hear that happens here sometimes. Folk'll just be talking and then poof! Gone. I blame the humans. *pauses* It still feels weird saying it like that...

Albaine: Since we used to be humans ourselves? *nods, then thinks* So it's related to the 'humans' here?

Bernice: Yeah, when the humans have to leave, their Namrah do, too. Not a hundred percent on why we can't follow them, though. *shrugs**remembers something he said before* Humans are immortal where you come from? *chuckles* That's different.

Albaine: Well, some of them are. Most aren't. I'm not completely human though. My father was a human. *obvious dislike of his father evident in the way he said it* My mother was probably only about half human herself, according to the popular theory out there.

Bernice: *smirks at the evident dislike* Popular theory?

Albaine: About transformationist origins. They say that the humans who gave birth to the 20 Elders were impregnanted by an animal spirit of some sort, like a demon. *shrugs* It might be true, or it might not be. Nobody knows.

Bernice: *not entirely sure what that means* ...Huh. Well I don't ever recall meeting any demons in such a literal sense.

Albaine: I've met a couple. They're not too common, but you can see them around where I come from.

Bernice: Wait, you mean Namrah? I was talking about meeting any before I came here. *actually has not seen a demonic Namir, but knows of their existence*

Albaine: No, I mean where I came from. O_o Though I've met a demonic before as well.

Bernice: Oh. Well. Er. *slightly nervous laugh* Never mind then?

Albaine: It's alright. I've misheard you before, so it's no big deal if you mishear me.

Bernice: *frowns slightly, but seems amused nonetheless* Not much for an arguer, are you?

Albaine: Not really. Not unless there's a point to the argument, or I'm trying to defend myself. Why?

Bernice: I dunno, just for the sake of riling someone for fun? You must get pretty boring after a while. *is doing that very thing right now XD*

Albaine: Riling someone up for fun? *thinks* Oh, I've done that before. Some people you just can't help but want to mess around with. *sighs* I've also been on the receiving end of it a great deal of the time as well. -_-

Bernice: *teasingly* Aww, wittle 'Baine-y getting picked on?

Albaine: Don't speak to me like I'm a child. stare

Bernice: *grins* Then don't pout like one. Anyway! I've remembered the other reason I came out here. Turns out one of the Namrah I live with is a bit of a booze hound and I found her stash. Care to join me for a drink?

Albaine: Nah, I don't drink. Thanks for the offer though.

Bernice: Not even a glass of wine? *rolls her eyes* Lightweight.

Albaine: Call me all the names you like. It doesn't change the fact that I don't drink. It's a habit I really don't care to get into.

Bernice: *waves a hand and turns away slightly* Yeah, yeah, probably can't even hold your liquor like a man.

Albaine: Nope. neutral *remembers back to the rum incident*

Bernice: *looks at him over her shoulder, eyebrow raised* You weirdly honest types, no fun at all.

Albaine: *shrugs* What would you rather me do? Go to your place, get drunk over a pitifully small amount of alcohol and throw up somewhere? I'd rather save us both the hassle. O_o

Bernice: *shrugs* It would be something to do. And besides, I would give you a little food so maybe you'd make it to a less pitifully small amount of booze before tossing your cookies.

Albaine: Eating something has an effect? I did not know that.

Bernice: *makes a face* Well, yeah? I could be wrong, but I think the food acts like a sponge and keeps your stomach from being upset. Have you never had alcohol with food before?

Albaine: *shakes his head* No, I've only ever had alcohol once before, and it was on an empty stomach.

Bernice: *grins and grabs his wrist and tugs gently* Come on, then! No reason to base something on a first experience alone! Try it with a pro.

Albaine: *blinks* Wait a second-

*pushes on Albaine a bit* Oh, just do it. New experiences are good. =D And she's right~ First experience is not always the best.

Albaine: ...

Bernice: *encouragingly* Listen to the smart girl~! *still pulling him*

Albaine: *sighs* I'm going to regret this. -_- *just knows it* Okay fine. Just this once.

Bernice: *smirks* Not the enthusiasm I'd like to see, but progress nonetheless!

Albaine: *resists the urge to roll his eyes* Shall we get going?

Bernice: Follow me. :3 *tugs him by the wrist, leading him far away from the usual thread-clearing area*

Albaine: *follows after her, looking around at the scenery so he can find his way back after this if necessary*

Bernice: Down this way. *walks them down a worn in dirt slope where the grass ends, into a deep dirt ditch*

Albaine: Alright. *follows her down, still memorizing the path there and (indirectly) back*

Bernice: *leads them to a door at a slight slant in the larger wall of the ditch**stops and puts her hand on the door nob* At this point I am required to tell you that the human is in no way responsible for any harm, physical, mental, or emotional that may occur to you inside The Ditch.

Albaine: *blinks* Alright. O_o *has a pretty bad feeling about this, but is going to go along with it anyways*

Bernice: *picks up on it**opens the door saying:* Relax, it's just the password... phrase for when we have guests. *the door opens to a long stairway, light by lights hung along buttresses*

Albaine: Ah, alright. *looks around* Nice stairs. *doesn't really have anything else to say about it*

Bernice: *looks over her shoulder for a second and winks* Good for the calves! *after a small bit of winding walking, they come to another doorway, which Bernice opens into what appears to be a windowless living room of an average house... but with a rather low ceiling*

Albaine: *nods and follows after her, and enters the living room, taking off his hat since the ceiling is a little lower than he's used to*

Someone on a couch, facing away from the door: You can hang your hat on the wall over there.

Bernice: Kel, you night owl, that you? How'd you see that?

Kel: *sarcastically* I'm psychic. *actually saw them come in on a mirror on the opposite wall*

Albaine: *hangs his hat where directed and waves at Kel* Hello.

Kel: *peeks over the couch to see who's there* Hi. *doesn't seem incredibly pleased to see him, but it could be attributed to being sleepy*

Bernice: This way, Alby. *tugs him by the wrist again through one of the couple of doors, into a hallway that looks like the stairway, sans stairs*

Albaine: Okay. *follows after Bernice, not commenting on the nickname since it's too late for him to really care*

Bernice: *the hallway is rather short and leads to something akin to a small dining room, with a round table and a few chairs around it* Take a seat, I'll be right back. *disappears thought yet another doorway*

Albaine: *takes a seat and waits, looking around the place out of something related to boredom*

Bernice: *reappears a moment later, holding a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses, along with a basket with a napkin over it**chuckles* Didn't steal anything, didja? Just kidding.

Albaine: *smiles at the joke* No, I wouldn't do that. *wonders what's in the basket, thinking that they're probably rolls or something like that*

Bernice: *sets the basket, wine, and glasses down on the table and takes a seat next to him* It's nothing extravagant, just some bread and cheese. *removes the napkin, revealing a long, thin loaf of bread, broken at one end, a hunk of cheese, along with some paper plates and a plastic knife* Of all the strange things here, I can't get over plates made of paper! *laughs*

Albaine: *nods* It was a bit surprising when I saw them at first, but I got used to them. Anyway, bread and cheese is fine.

Bernice: *shrugs a little and pulls out the plates, dishing up some cheese and bread for him before doing so for herself* And yet, computers do not bother me in the slightest. It's rather curious.

Albaine: Really? I don't know anything about computers. I'm lucky I know how to turn them on. *waits until she serves herself before eating some of the bread*

Bernice: I'm no wiz, but it only took a little instruction to get the hang of them. *nibbles on her piece of bread*

Albaine: Oh, I haven't had any instruction really, aside from what an acquaintance of mine told me. Then he showed me something and I never wanted to deal with them again. >.>

Bernice: *can use a computer, not the internet XD**rather innocently* Oh? What did he show you?

Albaine: ...I'd rather not talk about it. He turned it on, went to a website, played a video, and left the room, leaving me to figure out how to get rid of it. >.>

Bernice: ...Huh. *not super sure what he means, and figures it's something like what she's been shown on the internet, like the Llama Song, and decides he must just have been annoyed with it* I'm not so good with stuff that involves websites, anyway.

Albaine: Me neither. *eats some more of the bread and some of the cheese* I'm glad I found that X in the upper right hand corner of the screen, otherwise that computer would have been out the window. *half joking*

Bernice: *chuckles lightly* Such violence. Not enlightened as to the purpose of the power button yet, eh? *grabs a wine de-korker thing (the name escapes me xD) and the wine bottle, then opens it and pours a little for each of them*

Albaine: I am now. I wasn't then. *hesitates on trying the wine, waiting for her to drink first or say something*

Bernice: *smiles* I see. *takes a sip from her glass, smiling the second it leaves her lips* Don't be shy.

Albaine: *picks up his glass, looking at the wine almost like it was a poison for a couple of seconds, before taking a sip himself* ...not bad. *sort of the monotone voice of someone who doesn't want to admit he thinks it tastes good*

Bernice: *dips her head slightly in a nod* Julep has some good stuff hidden away. Dunno why she hides it, though, she's very publicly drunk.

Albaine: *shrugs* Some people are just strange?

Bernice: I suppose. *casually* Where you come from, with immortals and demons, are there other methods of prolonged life?

Albaine: Another world, I suppose. A parallel universe of the world you probably come from. And I don't believe there are other means of prolonged life, other than being born with it.

Bernice: Parallel universes is the only way I can begin to explain what's going on here... *takes another sip, then muses* What about reincarnation? I mean, that's not life... but it's like life.

Albaine: Reincarnation? A recycling of souls...it's present in some dimentions, and absent in others. It depends on the presense of an after life. If there is none then the soul dies with the body, and new souls are created with each birth. If there is an afterlife, then rebirth is a definite possibility. *also takes another sip, not copying Bernice but just because it's there and he's thinking* Also, if there is reincarnation then the balance of life and death can be tilted by the presense of those who can travel through dimentions, and it would require the assistance of a dimention who creates new souls to balance it out.

Bernice: *pours herself some more, as that last sip was a long one* I see... It gets very complex very quickly, doesn't it? And then, even what is the point if one cannot remember past death? *lifts the bottle again slightly* Would you like some more?

Albaine: *shrugs* Sure. *thinks* I suppose it's complex. It's never seemed complex to me though. And there is no point to it really. Just life balancing itself out to help prevent chaos. Things would become more complex if you could remember your old life.

Bernice: *pours him some and sets the bottle on the table again**laughs lightly* Wouldn't it be confusing then, if one remembered another person's life? Maybe that's how amnesia occurs, one person remembers someone else's life, so the original or a third party is deprived of theirs. *seems to be joking*

Albaine: *laughs a little, never considering the possibility* Maybe. *doubts it*

Bernice: *takes another long sip**frowns* That balance thing, though... That would imply that there is a need for balance, a need to resist chaos. But what if there were no need? Ah, excuse me, I'm trying to phrase something and it's escaping me.

Albaine: If there wasn't a need? I'm not sure. *takes another sip, thinking but finds that his complex thinking is getting more difficult*

Bernice: *swirls her wine some, looking into it* I seem to only be coming up with more and more questions I cannot phrase... *gulps the last of hers and sets the glass down* And now is where I stop, 'cause I've done this enough to know I won't get anywhere from now on. *smirks and laughs* Well, not thought-wise at least.

Albaine: Oh, alright. *wonders what she means by that, unable to think of anything*

Bernice: *has her face in her hand, elbow on the table, looking at him* If you'd rather not stumble home in the dark, I'm sure I could find you a spare bed in here... We have extra for some reason.

Albaine: Really? That would be nice. *doesn't find anything suspicious of it in his current state*

Bernice: *is, surprisingly, not planning anything suspicious at this point because she managed to depress herself out of playing with the idea of seducing him**stands up and offers him a hand* C'mon, I'll show you.

Albaine: Okay. *takes the hand*

Bernice: *drags him off somewhere, likely having her other hand on or near the wall at all times to be safe*

Nek: NO!!! RETURN TO ME MY CLOTHES!!!

*pushes Albaine out into the clearing*

Albaine: *glares at Sara* You do this one more time and you'll regret it. stare

Sorry. ^^;

Albaine: *sighs and looks around*

Nek: Gah! *Ducks into a bush* Both of those 'humans' will die for this stressed

Albaine: *sees Nek duck into a bush and blinks* ... *wonders why Nek would be diving into a bush* ... *comes to the conclusion that Nek must be naked and covers his eyes*

Moonlight: *appears behind Nek* What are you wearing? rofl

Nek: GAH!!! *Jumps into the air and falls out of her bush at Moonlight's voice coming from behind her* NOTHING!!! *Glares from Moonlight to Albaine with his hands over his eyes and back, quickly turning bright red and crossing her arms over her chest again*

*pokes Albaine* She's not naked.

Albaine: ... *doesn't trust Sara* Should I just leave?

Nek: I'm not naked, but what I'm wearing isn't much better stressed *Takes a deep breath* If your 'human' even lets you...

Moonlight: *spots Albaine* Hey, Albaine come over here. You should really see what Nek is wearing. *tries to grabs Nek's arm's so he can see the whole outfit*

Nek: *Tries unsuccessfully to get her arms back under her own control* You're as bad as the 'humans'!!! *Glad that the hat fell off when she was killing Neko, at least*

Albaine: ...I'm alright. I'll just keep my eyes covered and-

*forces Albaine to uncover his eyes*

Albaine: *glares at Sara* stare

*forces Albaine to take a peek at what Nek is wearing*

Albaine: ...you look like you're from a tropical island.

Moonlight: *lets Nek go now that Albaine has see her* I know. :]

Nek: I don't want to look like I'm from a tropical island!!! stressed gonk *Humiliated* ...Can I have my old clothes back now?

...I think I might have broken her... >.>

Nek: *Crosses her arms again as soon as she has them back and glares at Neko* I will kill you for this

Albaine: *once Nek has her clothes back* That's better.

Moonlight: You really need to relax, Nek.

Nek: *Nods furiously* Much *Glares at Moonlight* No, I don't!

Albaine: Well, everyone has their likes and dislikes. Besides, it's the little things that people tend to get the most upset about, surprisingly. *would hate to be dressed up in some things*

Nek: Being dressed up like that is NOT a little thing... stare *Absolutely hates being out of character* ... *Hates scantily designed clothing almost as much*

Moonlight: Yes, you do. Then things won't bug you as much.

Albaine: Depends on your persective. I tend to agree with you on this matter though. *is vaguely reminded of Blazon from Moonlight's comment* ...

Nek: They would still be innappropriate, vile, and-and awkward things! It would bother me more if they didn't bother me! *Scowls*

Moonlight: But if you act like it doesn't bug you, then people won't bug you as much.

Nek: Why can't people just leave me alone without me having to act like someone I'm not?

Moonlight: Fine, have it your way.

*Albaine is dragged away by Sara*

Nek: *Keeps doublechecking her clothing to make sure it's actually hers*

Albaine: *wanders back out into the clearing, and waves at Nek*

Nek: *Waves back at Albaine before doublechecking her clothes again*

Albaine: Don't worry, you're still you.

Nek: But for how much longer? XP

Albaine: *pessimism shines through brilliantly* You'll be you until the moment you let your guard down most likely.

Nek: Exaclty stare As soon as I'll give up expecting her to do something she'll do it... That... Law-thing... Murpy's Law...

Albaine: Maybe you could carry around a jacket, just in case. Though she might take it away from you. *thinks*

Nek: A jacket would restrict movement... *Sighs* I'll just have to suffer through her little ploy until she gets bored with it...

Albaine: Sounds like a plan. *nods* How'd she get you in it anyway? *missed that*

Nek: She incited that stupid control she has over me stare

Albaine: ...I'm not going to ask. *doesn't want to incur the playful 'wrath' of Sara, looking over at her* ...? *notices Sara's a mermaid* ...these 'humans are strange...

Nek: *Nods* I miss the days when humans were humans, enemies stayed dead, and people wanted to kill me instead of get me into silly outfits...

Albaine: *thinks* ...personally speaking I think I'll take the strangeness of humans as a price to pay for living in this otherwise peaceful island. Though I probably wouldn't be saying that if Sara wanted to get me into silly outfits.

Nek: Yeah, first you get stuffed into a silly outfit, and then you decide whether or not it's worth it *Scowls at Neko, or, where she thinks Neko is hiding*

Albaine: I don't think my human is into silly outfits to be honest. I think she'd rather force me into embarrassing situations instead on occasion.

Nek: Like seeing me in a silly outfit like earlier stare

Albaine: No, more like giving me candy when I'm being accused of being a rapist. stare *glares at Sara* That's more or less the kind of embarrassing situations she likes getting me into.

Nek: *Dragged along with* Good luck with your 'human'... Hope you'll fair better than I will stare

Albaine: *waves goodbye to Nek*

Dreville: -spots Albaine and grins-

Albaine: *wonders who to talk to now*

Dreville: -floats up to him and tugs on his coat- Hiya.

Albaine: *blinks* Oh, hello. *waves*

Dreville: How're you? -pulls on his jacket rather hard, leaning all of her weight into it-

Albaine: I'm alright. You? *sits down to help keep his balance* Don't do that.

Dreville: -stops- Fine.

Albaine: Okay. *not sure what to talk about*

Dreville: -sits down, petting her bunny- Let's play!

Albaine: What should we play?

*Dreville leaves*

Albaine: *reading The Shining, shining light on the pages with the aide of a flashlight to combat the dark*

Nek: *Never seen a flashlight before* ...? *Wanders towards the light*

Albaine: *hears footsteps and looks up* Oh, hello again. *attempts to wave without shining the light in her face, and does so successfully*

Nek: *Blinks* Hello *Tries to peer at the flashlight* What is that?

Albaine: This? It's a flashlight. *puts a bookmark in his book and hands the flashlight to Nek so she can investigate it* Never seen one before?

Nek: Flashlight... *Inspects it closely, trying to judge how much stronger the light is compared to a torch* No, I haven't seen anything like it... *Doesn't usually go inside Neko's house when she gets dragged home, simply sleeps in the nearby woods* It's very bright, but it only points in one direction... And it doesn't appear to consume a large amount of mass to stay lit...

Albaine: It runs on batteries. *realizes she probably doesn't know what those are* Want to see?

Nek: Batteries? *Nods and hands the flashlight to him so he can opperate it* Sure

Albaine: *turns the flashlight off, opens it up, knocks the batteries into his hand, and hands them over to Nek*

Nek: *Weighs the batteries in her hand* These make it work?

Albaine: *nods* Yep.

Nek: Strange... *Hands the batteries back*

Albaine: *puts the batteries back in and turns the flashlight back on* So do you use torches to light things up?

Nek: *Nods* If we use anything at all...

Albaine: Neat. *wonders how far technology progressed where she came from*

Nek: *Shrugs* What other things work like this?

Albaine: *thinks about how to answer this without giving a long, probably incomprehensible list* Walk into your human's home, and pretty much anything you see there that does something is operated from electricity. If it's hooked up to the wall somewhere, it probably doesn't have batteries. If it works wirelessly, without being connected to anything, more than likely it has batteries in it.

Nek: Hmmm... *Frowns, not liking the thought of having to go into 'the lair of the beast'*

Albaine: I'd give you a rundown of all the items in the typical household that run on batteries, but I'm afraid that without pictures or something like that you wouldn't really know what they are.

Nek: *Shakes her head* Do you have any weapons that run on these batteries?

Albaine: *thinks* ...a tazer, maybe. *isn't sure how tazers work*

Nek: What does a tazer do?

Albaine: *imitates holding and aiming with a gun* You aim it, shoot it, and the thing at the end of it attaches onto the victim. And you have a wire that connects the thing at the end with the rest of it. The tazer sends electricity through your body to prevent you from moving. I'm not sure exactly how that works, but I think that all the extra electricity prevents the normal jolts of electricity in your brain from being read. Or something like that. *really doesn't know that much about the brain other than what he's heard over the years*

Nek: What exactly is electricity? *Becoming more and more curious on how technology can expand*

Albaine: Ever see lightning? That is electricity in it's unharnessed form.

Nek: People can harness lightning?

Neko must needs sleep now... *Drags Nek away*

Nek: But I want to- Grrr... *Waves while being dragged away*

Albaine: *waves* Night. I'll get you a book on it. *sits down and, with his flashlight, reads The Shining*

Kara: *stargazing*

Albaine: *doesn't notice*

*throws a pebble at Albaine*

Albaine: What the heck?! Oo

*point at Kara*

Albaine: Oh. *puts a bookmark in his book and goes over to Tomoe* Hello. *waves*

Kara: *seems somewhat distracted* Hi. *waves back without looking away from the sky*

Albaine: *looks up at the sky, wondering what she's seeing*

Kara: *conversational tone of someone not really paying attention to what they're saying* They were never the same constellations, always a bit different. Not really noticeably, but enough to be unique. *sighs* Forward, backwards, side-to-side, all at once or none at all? *blinks, then looks over at Albaine, nods at his book* Bit late to be reading?

Albaine: *holds up his flashlight* I've got a flashlight. *chooses not to comment on the previous statement*

Albaine: *has a book...and a mirror*

Danari: *Bounces around dressed as Rasputin* In the dark of the night I was tossing I was turning, and the nightmare I had was as bad as could be. It scared me out of my wits, a corpse falling to bits! Then I opened my eyes and the nightmare was me!!

Albaine: *stares at Danari like she was a train wreck* O_o

Obsidian: *is dressed as Anastasia* O.o *blinks* ...

Danari: *Throws her hands up and cackles* I'm going to kill you all!!~ *Dances in a circle, stops. Points at Obi* Especially you, Anya D< *Points at Albaine* And you, just for fun

Albaine: *sarcastically* Great... *goes back to reading*

Danari: Yes, it is magnificent *Twirls* And then I shall beset death upon Riri and Ishie with but a few spoken words. Firey and icey death!

Albaine: *ignoring Danari*

Danari: *Shuffles over to Albaine and stares at him in a creepy manner. Whispers* Would you like to know a secret?

Albaine: *not even looking at her* Sure.

Obsidian: *frowns* What I do to deserve death Granny Danari?

Danari: *Whispers in a conspiratorial manner* According to the Ishie and Riri humans... *Shouts* Bossman and Thesis are into creepy bondage dominating stuff *Flails* I could be working for a psycho perv if they're right!! ....*Points at Obi* Stay in character!! *Wasn't in character herself*

Albaine: What the hell is bondage? O_o

Danari: It's *Leans close to Albaine and whispers it to him*

Albaine: ... O_o *very creeped out* ... people are strange.

Danari: Yes! And I might be working for someone like that! *Flails* ...Where are my minions?! D<

Albaine: ... *thinks on it* You should be alright as long as you're not being asked to do that. What they do is their business and their business alone. >.>

Danari: *Pouts* You don't get it! *Huffs and crosses her arms, coming down from her sugar high* ....He's going to kill me...I can feel it

Obsidian: *dances about* ^_^ ...♪♫ Heart dont fail me now ♪♫ ... ♪♫ Courage dont desert me ♪♫ ... ♪♫ Don't turn back now that we're here ♪♫

Albaine: Huh. Alright. neutral What do you want me do to about it? *isn't sure why she's telling him this, and he really wouldn't help her out at all because of a former death threat*

Danari: *Ponders what to use as her minions* ..... *Fishes in a bush and pulls out Ish* Fly my minion, fly! >D *Flings Ish at Obi, looks over at Albaine* I don't expect you do anything, I'm just hyper and fill the need to share useless into with you in an attempt to creep you out

Ish: WHEE! 8D

Obsidian: *dances out of the way of Ish...revealing a large tree* ♪♫ People always say life is full of choices ♪♫ .... ♪♫ No one ever mentions fear ♪♫ .... ♪♫ Or how the world can seem so vast ♪♫

Albaine: Huh. Okay. neutral *is over his former "creeped out" stage*

Ish: *Smacks into the tree* X3X

Danari: Damn *Stares at Albaine, wonders how far she could throw him*

Albaine: Don't even think about it.

Danari: *Whines* But I need a new minion to attack Anya *Points at Obi*

Ish: *Falls off the tree twitches* @3@

Albaine: I'd loan you mine, but he's not here and he probably isn't working for me anymore. *joking around*

Danari: Death put an end to your contract?

Albaine: Most likely. It'd be amusing to see him trying to continuing to work for me after I kicked the bucket. I'm not even sure how'd he'd be able to do it, to be honest.

Danari: Seance *Makes ghost sounds, then yawns sing her sugar thing is dying* You! *Points at Demyx* You're my new minion!

Albaine: *imagines Blazon trying to get in contact him via Seance* O_o *shudders* I'm fine. He doesn't need to talk to me anymore. >.> If he could get in contact with me like that I'd never have a moment's peace. -_-

Danari: What are you going to do if he ends up here?

Albaine: ...I don't know.

Danari: Hmmm... *Shrugs, then yawns*

Albaine: *hopes that Ish leaves him alone*

Danari: *Walks away, waves at Albaine in a careless manner as she slips into the woods*

Albaine: *realizes that he didn't get to prove that he wasn't a vampire* ... *sighs as he realizes that now he has a random mirror near him that he'll have to deal with all day*

Nek: *Flopped in with Neko and lands in a bush* ...I really really dislike you, you know that?

Albaine: *waves at Nek*

Nek: *Waves back and wanders over* What's with the glass?

Albaine: The mirror? It was to prove to someone that I'm not a vampire. But I didn't get a chance to, so now I have to keep carrying it around until I can. -_-

Nek: Mirror? *Frowns, picking up the glass and looking at it, blinks* You can see your reflection in it... Clearly, not as a secondary image... *Registers the rest of what he said* What's a vampire? How would this prove you weren't one?

Albaine: A vampire is an undead creature who sucks blood and energy from the living to continue their existance. *frowns, obviously not a fan of them* I heard that they don't have a reflection in a mirror, so perhaps I could have proved to her that I'm not one.

Nek: Sounds sort of evil... *Ponders* I wonder if I should try that 'mirror' theory on Kuit stare

Albaine: You can if you like. *doesn't see what that would accomplish*

Nek: *Thought it might prove that Kuit was an evil creature instead of a human*

Albaine: So how are you?

Nek: *Shrugs* The usual... I had an interesting conversation with a kit last night about you... How about you?

Albaine: I'm alright. *tilts his head* A conversation about me?

Nek: *Shrugs* It was sort of about you, apparently the kit thinks everyone needs someone who will go to their funeral and actually care if they die

Albaine: Oh. Well, that's a nice thought. >.> I doubt anybody went to my funeral, or at least nobody who would be sad about my passing. *thinks about Blazon* Okay, maybe one person might have been respectful. Maybe.

Nek: *Nods* Same here *Wonders if Moonlight is around* Everyone else who might've gone to mine is already dead themselves... *Frowns*

Albaine: My mother? Dead. My Uncle? I don't know where he is. *thinks* Yeah, I think that's it for those who would feel bad about my death.

Nek: Master? Dead... Foster brother? Dead... Byrnar? *Scowls in actual anger instead of her usual bored expression or the loathing expression she uses on Neko* Dead... His five children? Either dead as well or hating me for being the cause of his death...

Albaine: Sounds rough. *thinking that having that many people one cares about be lost would be just awful*

Nek: *Sighs and shrugs, carefully reforming her usual scowl* I would say it's all Kuit's doing, but it's also my fault for not being able to stop her... *Neglects to mention that she wasn't even there to be able to try to stop Kuit*

Albaine: *not sure what to say* I'm sorry, I really don't know how that would feel like...it's got to feel awful. But that's life. Sometimes it's just cruel.

Nek: *Shrugs, shutting her mouth before she ends up talking like last night* Life is cruel in many ways

Albaine: *nods, almost withdrawn into himself*

Nek: *Scowls at the ground* At least there's no random poetry tonight...

Albaine: Random poetry? *tilts his head*

Nek: *Waves her hand absentmindedly* Kara and I were both out of sorts last night and we conversed via rhyme... *Tries to remember what they said*

Albaine: Oh. *shakes his head* I'm not a poetic person. Not at all. Even if I'm out of sorts. I tend to sit in silence with my thoughts. *slightly out of it*

Nek: Ah... *Lost in her own thoughts as she tries to remember what was said, beginning to recite it aloud*
Every night . . . every night . . .
The stars glow bright... The stars glow bright...
The clouds cover my stars,
No glow can reach me now . . .
The dreams call from afars,
The answering yell is how...?
For my dreams are the truth,
Which no one wishes to hear . . .
The language is uncouth,
Translation needs draw near...
Yet no one understands,
And I have no wish to tell . . .

Albaine: *tilts his head* Huh...very poetic. *looks up at the stars and sighs* My problems have no poetry to them. My memories are too horrifying to dress them in pretty language. They hardly deserve any language at all... *comes back to himself and his normal state of mind*

Nek: *Still caught in her own thoughts trying to remember all of what was said*
They sought no reprimands,
The voices when they fell...
I could not save them,
I could only run . . .
And in the end,
The stars shrank from the sun,
To be that what will be,
Is this the final end for me...?
But there are no endings, only new starts,
And so I live again to be stabbed through the heart . . .
And my world grows darker, shadows dim,
Forced to live in interim,
My fears grown bolder, nightmares longer,
I fear my will is not the stronger...
But as long as morn still follows night,
I know that I will be alright,
Yet still I fear I'll never wake,
And in my dreams my hope forsake . . .

*Mutters softly* You'd be surprised how poetic words can make the most horrific of scenes...

Albaine: *shrugs* I don't care to attempt to do so... *gazes into the mirror, retreating into himself some* Giving that much thought to it may cause him to return...

Nek: *Tempted to ask who he meant but hesitates, thinking that asking might make Albaine 'give that much thought' to him*

Albaine: *put down the mirror and sighs* I'm just being silly. He can't return. Not at all. I'm safe from him at least. *talking mostly to himself*

Nek: *Tilts her head to the side, deciding to ask since he seems to be dwelling on him anyways* Who?

Albaine: My father.

Nek: ...? *Waits to see if he elaborates on that*

Albaine: That sadistic b*****d should have never been born, much less live to become a father.

Nek: ... *Doesn't know what to say, having had her only father figure killed unwillingly*

Albaine: He beat my mother to death. *kind of out of it, then stops the train of thought before he spills his whole sob story to someone who probably doesn't want to hear it*

Nek: *Brings back his previous statement* Life is cruel... What is it with family members and killing each other?

Albaine: *shrugs* I don't know...though it would have been merciful had he had killed me on the same day as he killed my mother... *shakes his head, almost to say 'stop it' to himself*

Nek: Why? *Let her curiousity get the better of her and asked before thinking about it*

Albaine: ...you want to know? *looks at her with a neutral expression, not minding sharing it to her if she really wants to know, and would rather share it in a linear fashion rather than dancing around it since the fastest way to any location is a straight line*

Nek: *Tilts her head to the side, thinking on it for a moment* ...Yes, if it is something you would not mind talking about...

Albaine: Alright. *takes a moment to gather himself* Remember that one day, when you asked me what I did for a living and I said that I was one of those spoiled rich kids who never have to do a thing? Well, that was a lie. My mother, father, and I lived in a cabin, far away from anyone, really. I'm not sure what he did...I assume the main branch of the clan paid him for holding the secret of our existance from the rest of the world. This was sometime after the rebellion of the other branch of the clan, so numbers were dwindled by quite a bit and hunters could outnumber and eradicate them easily should their location become known.

Nek: *Nods, then listens* ... *Is a little confused by the talk of clans but thinks she gets the jist of it*

Albaine: My mother was a very nice woman, but she was a pacifist. One of those people who wouldn't hurt a fly. My father was...a sadistic b*****d, like I said. I spent the first 6 years of my life protected from my father by my mother who would distract him. *pauses, composing himself again* One day, I was in my room listening to the familiar sounds of my mother being beaten by my father when suddenly things become silent. I walked out of my room, and saw my mother lying on the floor, dead.

Nek: ... *Continues to listen, becoming glad that she had not been forced to listen to or witness her mentor and foster-sibling's last moments* ... *But still wishes she had been at Byrnar's*

Albaine: My father was just looking at her with a sort of angry expression on his face, like he was upset at my mother for dying...then he looked at me, and he almost seemed to smile. *shudders as he remembers the smile* He said we needed to bury my mother, that she was gone forever and that I would never see her again. So he got a shovel and started making the hole, keeping me in sight so I wouldn't run off or cry. When he finished he asked me to go get the body...

Nek: *Seething to string a line of curses at Albaine's father for daring to call himself a man but refrains, letting him tell his story*

Albaine: I tried but, she was too heavy for me. I thought that maybe I could go off and hide or let out the tears I felt like crying...I was wrong. He walked outside and came back with an ax...and told me to stay where I was while he chopped her up into pieces so I could carry them to the grave he dug for her. *looks a bit traumatized from the memory, though keeps himself together as best he can*

Nek: *Glares at the ground and starts muttering dark curses in her native tongue before blinking and looking back at Albaine* Zomzger... And he considered himself a man? I hope he meets such a cruel and painful death he wishes the fate he dealt had been his own *Is a familiar thing to say in her world about cutthroats and those who have done similiar deeds*

Albaine: *at Nek's death remark* I'll get to that. *looks down at the gound, finding this next part hard to say while looking at someone* ...that night, I was in my room, curled up in my bed, crying silently...and he came into the room...

Nek: *Watches Albaine look away, the color of her eyes beginning to blur together as they had before when she was drunk, gaining a watery-depth look to them as they fill with suspected anger for further misconduct unbefitting a human being*

Albaine: He..he raped me. *just skips past the details and goes straight to the point so he can get that memory out the front of his mind*

Nek: *Eyes go completely dark watery blue and she stands up to walk a few feet away and swear vehementally in her own language, then walks back, her eyes still fully in their darkwater state* Whatever death he got he deserved ten times a worse one

Albaine: *nods gravely* When I turned 12 I killed him with a knife while he was sleeping...it may not have been a worthy death for him, but at least I was safe from him. *smiles* Then I met my Uncle. He took me in and took care of me for a few years, and taught me about my heritage on my mother's side, my powers, and how to use them, among other things.

Nek: *Calms, eyes shifting back to their normal color and viscosity* Being killed by one you have tormented is a fitting death, no matter how it comes about... If it was someone else I would say he deserved to be tortured first... *Shakes her head* But that is just my philosophy... *Tilts her head to the side* Your uncle sounds like a nice man

Albaine: He was a nice man. He taught me a lot...when I first came to him I was worried that by killing my father I was as bad as he was, but he said that it was okay to kill someone as long as you have a good reason for it.

Nek: There really is no good reason for killing another human being... But he was lacking the morality of a human being and therefore didn't even count as one, and there is a necessity for killing... *Nods* Sometimes a bad turn must be done to keep worse turns from happening...

Albaine: *looks thoughtful for a moment* Huh. Maybe he should have said that instead... *thinks on it for a moment, then drops it* Well, he left to go explore the world when I was 16, and then I only had Ellenoir. Then I lost her, which was most certainly my fault. *sighs* I think Namiah's more of a third chance at a good life than a second one...

Nek: *Looks around* But is it a good life here? I mean, it's peaceful, sometimes, but what is there to do here? It seems like the creatures here are only interested in finding someone to make kits with and then make kits... *Grumbles* I'm not even allowed to go searching for good caves because my 'human' thinks it's anti-social... Which is ironic in a way... *Shakes her head, then tilts it to the side, remembering an earlier question* What is 'love' like?

Albaine: Love? It's kind of a warm, fuzzy feeling you get deep inside. It feels nice. *smiles, then frowns* It's painful to lose too...

Nek: *Scowls at the ground* Is that all it is? It hardly seems like something to die for...

Albaine: You'd be surprised at how strong love is. I know that I would have died to protect Ellenoir back when I loved her. *shakes his head* If you don't get it, it's fine. It's one of those things you'd have to experience to understand.

Nek: *Frowns* ...What about love that is not returned?

Albaine: *thinks about it for a moment* ...I think it's still strong enough for that kind of sacrifice. *thinks, then nods, deciding that even with that other-ness he feels when reflecting on his post Wedding memories, he would have still sacrificed himself for Ellenoir*

Nek: *Shakes her head, muttering* I still think he died for nothing...

Albaine: *shrugs* It happens. *wonders about what happened, unable to bring himself to what could be a false conclusion in giving his opinion*

Nek: *Refusing to say anything without being asked about it, now* Yeah, for the third time it can be said; Life is cruel...

Albaine: *nods* Agreed.

XD Hmmm... *Just got the urge to draw Nek as a child* 8D

Nek: Don't you dare...

Too late~!

Albaine: I think I'm going to head off now. Night. *waves*

Nek: *Waves and heads off to her own bed*