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"Nope, don't know many people." Akio said as he looked back to Apollo. "So do you have any idea Where your sister is? Never mind, forget I said that, this place seems like a maze." Akio said as he put his right hand to the wall on his right.

"Oh, quite the loner, I see..." said Apollo. "Well, it's like I said, no clue where she is, or even if she's in the area." Apollo placed a hand on a door. "Hey, Akio, wanna try this one?" The elf said as he placed a hand on the knob.

C'mon, Luna, are you behind this door? he asked himself. Apollo felt the cool metal of the knob as he was awaiting Akio's answer.

"...Onii-chan..."

"...Where are you?"

[Tsuiyo Harada: Section A: Holding Cell>looking into Hallways]



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(( thanks for the understanding TwT))

Tsuiyo couldn't hold back his sniffles when the larger older boy embraced him, and he was once again reminded of how small he was. It was hard to act big when everything proved you other wise. He wanted to cry his eyes out for a second- maybe relieve his stress, but thought otherwise. crying and acting baby-ish would not solve his problem.
So he took courage from Elijah and dried his tears on his baggy sleeve before they fell.

He knew others were staring, and his cheeks pinkened from embarrassment, especially when he looked up to see the pretty girl looking at him. (Thel) She looked at him with a sympathetic look shinning in her bright blue eyes. ...for a moment, he could see the motherly expression his mother wore sometimes.
But Thel did not act upon it.
Perhaps it was for the best, he could barely contain himself when elijah nearly undone him.
He appreciated the comfort none the less- YES- he would find Daisuke. But until then, he had these people.
They were in this confusing, and frustrating situation together!

Tsui watched curiously as Deus picked up his brother with ease and proceeded to carry him around, while Soryuju was offer the chair, due to his injury. When it seemed he finally accepted the offer, mostly due to Deus's logical scolding, it seemed they were finally on their way.

With Elijah now being carried, the child could no longer hold his hand, and he held his tiny hands together, following along between their group.

..and then.. he heard it. It was Far away, but it's roar was loud enough it carried far enough to reach them from wherever it was in his gosh forsaken maze!

Tsui stared wide eyed ahead of them.

"...d...Did you..hear that?"




　

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Thea didn't complain -didn't even think about complaining- when Sino pulled her along. Running away was instinctual, and as she ran down the halls, he no longer had to pull her along. Her feet were catching up to what her brain was telling them they needed to do. Get out of there, and fast. It was...

Instinctual

Get away

Run

Survive

It will kill y-

Wait. Thea stopped dead in her tracks. Sino may or may not have continued running, most likely did for a little ways before he would realize she had stopped at all. If he looked back he would notice her standing quite still, with her eyes cover by her bangs as she looked to the ground. Her heartbeat had calmed greatly. The blood was no longer pounding in her ears.

Meanwhile, the monster's muscles rippled and bulged as it pulled on its straps; it continued to roar in the most unnatural and spine chilling way. It was an unearthly sound. The bonds could only hold up for so long against such strain, and with a snap they broke, one right after the other. It, whatever it was or had once been, was free now.

Ϣeather is a great metaphor for life
- sometimes it's good,
sometimes it's bad,
and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella.
~Pepper Giardino

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Ⱦhe demon awoke. ...Wait, awoke?! Said demon sat up with a jolt, instantly regretting it as wide red eyes stared at the wall ahead in pain, his body falling back onto the bed, unmoving, eyes now focused on the ceiling. Vayu had never died before, but had heard of what happen when someone died. How their body got all stiff and what not. What was that called again? Rigor mortis or something like that? Yeah! That must be it! He had a living case of rigor mortis. As red hues continued to stare up at the ceiling, the demon slowly began to wiggle his fingers and toes, trying to get the blood flowing throughout his body again. He was stiff. After years of constant moving and stretching, being bound and put to sleep definately didn't help him. His facial expression showed no signs of the inner discomfort he had as he continued to warm up his body. The slight feeling of pins and needles poking at him filled his muscles, but the feeling was soon ignored, pushed to the farther recesses of his mind.

Instead, he would focus on his surroundings. Or, what little he knew of them, at least. He was comfortable, to say the least. He was also the most colorful thing in the entire room. Was there such a thing as too unique? The demon bit the inside of his cheek with interest as he thought about it. Hmph. Finally, it was time for him to get up. Moving to a sitting position, the demon readily stood before stumbling around like a drunken buffoon. Using the wall for support, the demon crouched, stretching out his legs fully before daring to stand back up again. Vayu restrained a small laugh as he stood, heading out of the room. "Well! If this just isn't about the weirdest thing, then I don't know what is." A chuckle was given at this as the demon began to head out of the room and down into the white hallways.

A content smile continued to remain on his lips as his ears caught the calming pitter-patter of his bare feet on the tile. From time to time his ears would pick up the sound of something else, causing him to stop and look around only to shrug it off and continue walking. It felt good to be able to move around after being bound for such a long time. Yes, this was indeed a form of freedom for the demon. Being suck in a building was far better than being trapped in a cramped space, like a rock or something. That wasn't pleasant. Really, humans ought to try binding themselves to rocks and see how the demons felt! It wasn't very comforting, truthfully. Even a lamp would have been a little nicer. Oh well. He wasn't there now, and that was all that truthfully mattered to him. Buildings could be broken out of easily, so it wasn't posing much of a problem.

Stopping his footsteps, the demon brought his arms to his back, slowly leaning his body forward before bringing his arms in front of him, his fingers grazing the ground. ...His feet were bare. Yes, he knew that from feeling the ground fully under his foot, but still...they were absolutely bare. "Whoever decided to dress me didn't do a very good job," the demon spoke to himself, slowly rolling his body up to a stand still, allowing the vertebrae in his back to roll gently into place. The demon bent backwards now, hands placed fully on the tile before he brought his legs around, standing once again. "Well, whoever did it, I hope the enjoyed what they saw. Although it wouldn't make sense, considerin' they decided to cover my entire body..." What he didn't realize was the fact that he had been unbound months ago. The woman who had done so found the demon interesting and decided to play a little dress up. Of course, when she opened her mouth to one friend, she found her demon friend gone. Vayu, not knowing who to blame or accuse, didn't choose so. He would just gripe about it.

His feet were completely bare, his legs were swatched in a rough black material that he didn't like at all (they didn't allow freedom and movement as his other pants did), he had a shirt on (something he didn't really mind, but really didn't prefer), possibly restricting movement of his upper body, and a very confused noose around his neck (yes, he knew it was a tie, but a confused noose sounded so much more appropriate). He knew from his dreams that this was typically what a human male wore, but...why? He wasn't a human. He didn't need to fit in. Heaven forbid, he never did even at home. Why should he now? Oh well. No use crying over uncomfortable cloths. Continuing his trek, the demon inhaled repeatedly, his head tilting to the side slightly as he continued.

"Call me crazy, but I'm thinkin' that I'm smellin' some smoke...heh! Maybe I'll get to meet someone, find out where the flim-flab-jibber-jab I am." With that thought in mind, the demon continued. Soon enough, the sound of a strangled cry came to his ears, his face showing shock as he looked at his stomach, hands covering it. "Now, now there, buddy. I can't be goin' and havin' you bailing out on me! Fine, fine, I'll go look for some food. Maybe someon' is makin' a grill or somethin'. C'mon stomach ol' pal. Hang in there." Despite the dull ache in his legs, the demon picked up the pace, running near silently to where his nose smelt the most smoke. Hopefully someone was cooking something. Soon enough, the sight of smoke, the smell of smoke, and the roar of the fire came to his senses, yet the demon continued to run forward. Flames didn't start by themselves. Hopefully a fire demon was here to tell him all that was going on.

...and hopefully wouldn't attack him. Vayu never had much fun when it came to the creatures of the flame. They were rather hard to put out.

{ S O R Y U J U }

"C'est l'amour."

"Hey hey hey whoa there," he immediately called out to Fallax, hoping the man would slow down. He tried to speed up in the wheel chair, but he wasn't exactly used to it yet. Every few seconds, he'd end up twitching a little to the right or left. "As you can see, I can't exactly be Mr. Hero at the moment, considering I can't even stand without limping, so it's not like you'll be in my way."

After catching up (they were still a bit farther than the others, so what they said might not have been heard clearly, especially with the noise of the wheelchair's movement.

"Look, if you honestly feel bad about running away, then there's a pretty easy way to make up for it," he explained, his arms starting to feel the burn of pushing himself to catch up. With one final, powerful push, he rushed ahead, passing up Fallax a bit and cutting him off. As he rolled to a stop, he grabbed the makeshift blade and offered it to his peer. It looked like an ordinary sword, except where a handle might have been, there was only more metal with torn cloth around it. "Look, just take this sword thing- the other guy left it behind, and it's not like I can use it."

The creature tore out of the room, leaving behind a complete wreck of the bed and toilet. It didn't seem to know how to control its own movement yet, and when it finally managed to get out of the room it ran straight into the opposite wall, hitting it hard. That hardly stopped it from moving, however, as it just rebounded and hit the other wall, leaving goop and scratches along the floor, walls, and even the ceiling. It sniffed the floor hungrily, and followed after the trail at startling speeds. No human on earth could have outrun it.

Thea refused to budge. She shrugged off Sinopa's tug in a firm, yet oddly gentle manner, and offered very little in the way of explanation. She said nothing. Her eyes, however, were visible now that Sinopa was closer. They seemed vacant for a moment, as if looking or listening to something not in the same room, and then, quite suddenly, they focused and became hard. Cold. Icy. ...Deadly. As she did so the creature rounded the corner, crawled up the wall to absorb its furious charge, up onto the ceiling, and down again the other side. It was a short distance to cover for such a creature as this, and it leaped at the Angel's back, ready to sink its claws into her.

She turned her head ever so slightly, watching the attack happen in a slowed down version. As it descended, she finally moved, taking care to keep herself between Sinopa and the beast, and slashed at it with a favorite technique of hers. Water was her element, an ability she had before waking up in the Facility, although she hadn't had a reason to use it in many years. It was an almost foreign feeling, summoning the water to use it as she used to, in this case, as a flexible sword of sorts. A whip, even, that had enough bulk, power, and momentum behind it to throw even a creature as strong as this against the wall, and leave a sizable gash in its hide. It should have been a one hit kill, only, to Thea's surprise, it didn't happen that way. Her water was no longer fluid, and immediately upon summoning it, it solidified, and shattered against the creature harmlessly. The attack had done very little, other than momentarily halting the creature and pushing it against the corridor's wall.