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Kel accepts Aimi's embraces and calms himself as much as he can. "Shall we be on our way, Aimi, Cupit?" Kel asks in a much more pleasant tone after Aimi's embrace and some eye contact with Cupit. Kel was worried and upset Cupit took a game too far but soon found it in himself to forgive Cupit. Cupit smiles and nods as the group head towards the Docks, bound for Hidden Snow.

“Odori-odori,” a tiny girl says as she extends her arms to her right side. Her legs are spread apart and leaning towards the right. “Odori-odori,” the tiny girl says again as she slides her arms slowly through the air horizontally until they are extended to her left. Her legs straighten up before leaning also to the left. The tiny girl looks no more than two years old. Her eyes are closed and her bright, faint red hair is hidden under her white nightcap--a fluffy ball at is end and fur around the edges. The small girl seems to also be wearing a white night gown and no shoes. “Odori-odori,” the girl says once more. This time her right hand moves counter clock-wise until becoming horizontal to the right. The girl then brings her arms back before pushing them out in front of her. Air seems to follow her hands movements, her hands clasped together. Once she opens her hands up, palms forward but wrists still connected, the air returns to normal. Finally the girl opens her eyes to reveal her right eye to be gray and other to be green. “Odori-odori Unkou,” the girl chimes with a smile. Her voice is indescribable. At times it sounds high pitched like a soprano voice and then it sounds deep like a tenor’s voice yet it didn’t seem she had an alto voice either.

“I want to see Diva again. I really miss her. Odori-odori,” the small girl murmurs to herself. She stands normally and looks around the large courtyard of her home. The grass is lush and green not simply because it is finally spring but because the grass is a very unique type of grass. This grass normally grown in Hidden Grass but was transferred here for the girl wished it to be. This grass stays green and beautiful year round. The aroma of the grass even gives off a relaxing scent. This allows for the child to be able to relax her mind and train to her fullest capabilities.

“Odori,” someone calls from across the yard, standing beneath a capacious, flat-bottomed vessel, usually intended to be pushed or towed. The lightweight narrow barge is also equipped with a something of a cover. The ends of the cover are attached to the rounded corners of the barge and extend up eight feet above the device. It has a rounded top with grooves in the fabrics corners. The fabric of the cover is cotton and a cream color. A woman standing on the moving contraption tugs on one of the ropes in the corner of the barge and curtains cover the back of it like a wall. She continues to tug on the ropes, the right and left sides doing the same as the back. She ties the ropes to a hook before turning to a lever nearby. Just as the barge closes in on the small girl, it stops once the woman pulls the lever. “Odori, your mother would like to see you now. It’s about the show you wish to put on,” the woman says as the small girl sighs.

“It must be important if mother sent you in the moving stage to fetch me. Odori-odori.” Odori then makes her way over to the barge that sits on very strong eight inch wheels. She climbs up and onto the stage before the woman pulls the level then twists and pulls on it. The barge motions forwards before stopping and turning in the opposite direction. The wheels do not move though the platform does to turn it about. The wheels then begin moving, taking the girl and woman closer to a large manor that the yard seems to belong to. “Did mother say anything about Diva coming to this one? Odori-odori.”

“I wouldn’t know. She does not consult with me about anything,” the woman confesses as Odori sighs. “If you go and see your mother saying Odori-odori then she will be angry with you again, Odori,” the woman continues on to say as she motions from the lever and over to a table in the center of the structure. She takes some folded clothing and offers them to Odori.

“I don’t see what’s so wrong with me saying that. Odori-odori.”

“And you must take your true appearance as well, Odori.” The girl pouts angrily as the woman clutches the folded clothes in her arms. Odori’s body glows white a moment, the wind picking up around her as the light burst from her and follows the wind. Her body turns completely white as her arms and legs stretch, her neck extends, her hair grows longer, and her figure takes a more mature shape. The light bursts from her as the wind ceases swirling around her. Her brown hair settles down her back as the woman extends the clothes to her.

“I must also change my clothes from these?” Odori asks, not using Odori-odori after that sentence. The woman nods slowly as the girl takes the clothes and fans them out. Odori’s body , despite the gown being the same size on her as it was on her smaller form, can be seen somewhat. Her physique is something even a track runner would die for. Her hair, long and a beautiful honey brown hair is so soft and healthy that a hair dresser wouldn’t dare touch it. Her light colored skin is so fair that not even the sun would damage it with its rays. Or, that’s how the woman see’s Odori anyway. “Will you sing me a song before I have to get off of the stage, Lotti?” Odori asks, shifting the dress from in front of her to her side to stare at the woman. Lotti’s face flushes red and she begins to stammer on her objections. “I know you don’t think you are any good but I want to hear you sing. I want to hear you sing with all of your heart and soul Lotti. Whether you can sing as heavenly as my dear friend Diva or not, if you sing with your heart and soul it doesn’t matter.”

The woman blushes as Odori awaits her to say yes. “I might as well agree and sing since you won’t take no for an answer, Odori,” Lotti sighs as Odori smiles happily. The curtains are closed by Lotti tugging once more on the rope she had tied onto the hook before a lovely tenor voice is heard singing. “Lately I'm alright… and lately I'm not scared. I've figured out… that what you do to me feels like… I'm floating on air.
I don't need to know right now… all I know is I believe… in the very thing that got us here… and now I can't leave,” Lotti sings, her voice carrying through the wind. Just the first verse alone seems to be lively and sung with heart behind it. Normally, towards the climax of a song, it would hold that ferocity. However, Lotti is starting out with it. Could that mean that the later verses will be even more intense? “Say anything, but say what you mean… cause I'm caught in suspension,” Lotti continues to sing as the curtain opens up again.

GeininX groans as they enter their room. They motion over to their computers and flip a switch which turns the center computer on. As the computer loads, the teen lifts up a stuffed bear and begins tugging on its head. “It’s been nearly a year now. We’ve been working nonstop so by now the computer should be completed,” GeininX murmurs to them self as a chat window pops up.

“HoneyOHSHC: I’m confident that it’ll work this time. I tweaked it like you said. Are you ready to try again?” The insertion point flickers as GeininX frowns beneath their goggles. Shifting a wireless keyboard from beside the computer screen, GeininX places it before them and types.

“Are you for certain? I’m still recuperating from last times ‘I’m confident it’ll work this time’.” GeininX waits as the insertion point jumps down twice and blinks. Before long words are slowly typed out.

“HoneyOHSHC: Come on GeininX. I’m really sure this time. Please?” The insertion points blinks after the begging words a while before GeininX sighs.

“If my body goes haywire like before then you’d better find a way to get here and fix me.” The teen pauses and looks around them, the light from the computer easily showing the broken computers on either side of them. “I can’t stand to think about me wrecking another couple of my computers.” The insertion points swiftly jumps down and words are soon spelt out on the screen.

“HoneyOHSHC: It’s all a part of the process, GeininX. It’ll be worth it once you’re in the real world, right?” GeininX stares at the computer screen before chuckling lightly.

“What do I have to do?” The teen asks as the screen lights up with words. GeininX nods over and over before standing. They’d typed so fast that it was hardly heard or noticed that they replied. “Gimme a sec.” Their body length head scarf, burgundy and a pale rose pink, shifts as they turn their head one way and then another. Loud crashing is heard even outside of the tattered building that GeininX calls home.


“The sounds coming in on the screen aren’t exactly pellucid, HoneyOHSHC,” GeininX groans. Their voice goes in and out and an annoying crackling is heard from one speaker on the cart. The ear splitting creaking of the decrepit old carts wheels sound as GeininX’s face is seen on the monitor resting atop it. GeininX pauses, his eyes glancing to the right as if reading something before turning back around. In The World, GeininX sits in their room with a similar setup to how the room had been nearly a year ago. Three computers, all on, sit before them. Each one has its own keyboard and even a mouse. The teen looks to the computer on their far left and begin clicking swiftly on the computer keyboard for the computer on their far right with their right hand.

With the teens left they slowly tap away at the keys on the center computers keyboard. “Yes, yes. Those are all of my complaints. I’ll message you later. I’m going to test out the computer you sent me.” The center computer glows, words spelling out on the screen saying, ‘Okay. Ttyl.’ GeininX again glances from the monitor on their far left to the center one. They flip a switch and the contents on the center and far right computer are switched. The teen then begins pecking away swiftly at the center computers keyboard. The insertion point is no where to be found, their fingers are moving so fast. After a while their gaze falls back on the left computer, them still clicking away at the center computer keyboard. The cart edges along until reaching the gates to the village.

A guard simply watches the cart and computer ease on past him without a word. The guard even smiled at the sight of someone using a cart to see the world while still playing in The World. If only he knew that that isn’t the case. GeininX continues forward, stopping now and then after getting stuck on a crack in the ground or to look at something that amazes them.

For a while the cart just continues rolling along. After getting stuck on a root protruding slightly from the ground it stops. It takes the computer a minute or so to turn in the girls direction. On the screen in the real world, GeininX would look to be part human and part cat. When he smirks and says, "Hello," a fang is even seen. His hot pink, purple on the tips, ears twitch in agitation a while after as they turn from the screen. Rustling is heard before the image soon takes over half of the page while an area for typing covers the other portion.

'GeininX: Hi. Sorry about the crappy sound quality. I'll try typing until|

For a moment the screen freezes. But after about a minute words continue to flash across the screen.

'GeininX: Hi. Sorry about the crappy sound quality. I'll try typing until the computer freezes up as I suspect it may. But it won't be for long, my computers in The World are fast and I can easily fix the screen if it freezes.'


In The World, GeininX receives the ghostly image of a youth and frowns. The teen hated how slowly the image came in of the girl, they rudely passed her by by the time the image came in. The teen finally hears the crackling voice of the girl and raises an eyebrow. Not simply from the uncertain way she greeted them but the sound of her voice. "Can that girl possibly be..." GeininX wonders as they grab up the silver microphone near the monitor with one hand and draw it nearer to them. Now would be an interesting time to test out their modifications to the sound for the computer in the real world. GeininX doesn't stop pecking away at the center computer for even a moment, codes flickering across the screen and giving the room a green glow. GeininX adjusts their goggle before speaking.

"Hello," The teen replies cheerfully only to hear the disgusting crackling of their voice soon after through the speaker on the other side of their computer. GeininX's eyebrows twitch and their cheery smile turns into a frown. They truly hate this computer. The teen flips a switch on the center computer and then swaps the keyboards. They use a mouse near the computer to click on a chat window. They then begin typing swiftly on the computer to their right. Before long the chat window reads ready in the text area. They then shift back around to face the computer with the girl on it and begin typing on the center computer.

"Here, try this one. I created the fire myself."

"No, no. Forget about her flame, take a bite out of mines."

"They're fire is like poison! Here, try mines instead." Hikai growls lowly as a number of women flock over to him. How did he get into a situation like this anyway? Hikai then goes back to when he came to Hidden Flame in the first place.

"I wish to take over you village. Anyone who submits say nothing. And those who oppose, come to stand before me." Numerous fire wielders approach Hikai atop of the village gates. Each send out attacks packed with flames hotter than even the hottest flame. Hikai easily takes each man down and then devours the flame technique they used. With a satisfied sigh, Hikai speaks again. "I wish to-" And then he was swarmed by villagers and taken to the square.

"And now I'm in the village square with people running around and handing me fire to eat," Hikai mutters, a fang protruding out of the side of his mouth. The women squeal, Hikai clasping his hands over his ears.

"Is that a fang?" The first woman that spoke before asks. "Are you perhaps a dragon, stranger?" Hikai averts his gaze, his fang retreating back into his mouth.

"Just leave me be, would ya? I'm not a stranger, I plan to take over your village in about forty-eight hours." Hikai scoffs before notices the third woman to speak inches in front of him. She peers into his eyes only for Hikai to shift his eyes away from her. He gently presses her away from him and stands from the ground. "Cut it out, would ya?" Hikai growls, angry again. The same fang shows itself again which only makes the females squeal again. More female flock over and a few men to get a look at this fire eater which makes Hikai even angrier. Another fang reveals itself which make the women cry out and men begin to chatter. "Of all the places, why did I get picked to come here?"

"I remember this place all too well. Doku somehow turned the villagers against me. Eventually I got them to see that Doku was bad and I wasn't but I doubt that will be enough for them to let me take control of their village." A young boy wanders the windy streets of Hidden Aviation before stopping. He looks around at the people running around and draws breath. "MY NAME IS AERO SMITH! YOU MAY OR MAY NOT REMEMBER ME BUT I HAVE COME TO TAKE OVER YOUR VILLAGE! IT'S NOT A HOSTILE ACT AT ALL! IN FACT, MY AIM IS TO NOT GET INTO A CONFLICT AND FOR THE TAKEOVER TO BE SIMPLE!" Aero yells over the wind but he isn't heard. He sighs before snatching two flags from a man nearby and making motions with them. Hopefully they would understand and cooperate.

A hooded figure playfully swings upside down on a tree branch in the center of a depressed seeming village. Their giggling causes many people around to grow slightly... depressed. A few people even begin tearing up before the child suddenly freezes in place. People watch the hooded figure fearfully before golden eyes are suddenly peering at them, a wide smile on the figures face. "I like this place. I want it. So here's how things will go: I will tell you my name and you will say it if you want me to be nice and not take this place over forcefully." The child shifts slowly around the branch, still facing the same direction, before they are standing atop the branch. Their hood falls to reveal a boy with messy black hair.

The boy chuckles lightly before continuing on, his golden hues changing color, "My name is Mikenno but you all can call me Mike. That's Mikenno, Me-kin-no, for my name and Mike, Me-key, for the nickname you will say instead. Now," the boys pale purple eyes glow brightly, "say my name."

"Would ya look at all the cats," a small girl cries out as she runs through the streets of a, for the most part, desolate village. Her bright navy eyes twirl about in their sockets to gaze at all of the sights. Everywhere she goes, she spies a fox. Some having one tail while others have numerous. "So this is where Jura is from? That's really strange seeing as how she looks so human." Seibetsu finally stops when she notices a dark skinned male before her. She smiles before speaking, "Complacent or complaisant?" The child asks which causes the man's face to crumble in confusion. "Would you say I'm complacent or complaisant if I ask you to let me take over your village? Complacent in me being without awareness of some potential danger in trying to take over this village. And Complaisant in me being gracious in not taking this place over by force."

The man eyes Seibetsu warily, her smile still stuck on her face and very pleasant, "Would it be wrong to deem you both? Perhaps not in this situation but if you were to do the same elsewhere you'd be complacent and complaisant in you not trying to create conflict." The small girl shakes her head 'no' and giggles delicately. Her smile widens as if the answer the man gave was exactly the one she wanted to hear.

"Well then, I would like to take this village over in the name of my organization," the girl says as she twirls around to show her organization symbol in the center of her back. "Because I'd much rather not have to fight. You see, I want to return to Hidden Snow and play in the snow."