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"It's a cola... You've never heard of it? Here..." Kuro said offering her the drink he had gotten for her. "So.... Jail?" He asked. "What was your past like... I'd like to know..." He requested with a soft voice not sure if her past would be hard or a simple, easy lived past. I wonder if she could be an outlaw oin the run... And where did she learn to use that gun like she did earlier? Not even Kira can shoot that accurately... He thought to himself.

Kuro blinked a little and absorbed everything he was told. "An outlaw huh?" He asked. He then put his hands on her shoulders to stop her swaying. "No more cola for you... You obviously need to pace yourself..." He said quietly. He looked at her quietly and knew that pretty soon the sugar rush would be over and she would fall asleep or become tired but he didn't know exactly when.

"Then why'd you tell me?" Kuro asked. "No more cola because it is jeopordizing your stealth... You need to maintain a low profile if you are an outlaw..." He said quietly. "Now listen... You're having a sugar rush and I guess in a few minutes you'll be looking for a bed to curl up in... Do you have a dorm? If so I should take you there..." He said quietly. "Also... Hold still... You're acting like a child..." He said with a little bit of a bite in his voice.

"A suger rush is when you have alot of sugar and become hyper for a period of time... But after that period your body tries to catch up with what you were doing but fails and pretty much goes into a shutdown... Which you are doing right now..." Kuro said noticing her movement's alterations. "I think we should find you a tree or a mat or bed or someting so you can lay down..." He said quietly knowing that she would probably fall asleep in the next five minutes.

Kuro picked her up gently cradling her in her arms. "Go ahead and sleep... I guess I'll just let you sleep in my dorm or something for a little bit..." He said quietly. He looked at her and sighed. "Well... I guess you really are an interesting neko after all..." He sighed knowing that if he continued hanging out with her he would eaither have a sly outlaw or a suger hyped insane girl. "I guess I have to keep all sugar out of your reach from now on..." He sighed as he started to walk out of the training hall.

((I guess next post my dorm... I'll finally be using it!))

Cid standing in tthe trainning hall clenching his fists as blood poured down his arm now. His dragons were ripping at his insides and he could tell no matter how much he fought them they would consume his body. He just stood motionless as his back burned intesively, his eyes like dull hazes and his mouth pouring a red velvet liquid. His blood dripped from his arm, they wouldnt kill him but they would give him a near death experience for the moment. A the blood seeped throught his gloves and shirt he watched the ground where the puddle of blood lay, his mouth stayed closed though he felt like screaming for help. Cid didnt want anyone to freak so he leaned against the wall and sat down coughing up blood as he did so. This day would be hecktic to him and he knew it.

Trikuy entered the training hall. A white cloak drapped behind him. His yellowish cloths seemed to have an aura. He smiled as he entered, hoping to find someone to fight. As he saw no one else he drapped hsi head down and grinned. Then he saw someone sitting down, and was he coughing up blood? Trikuy was getting cold. He manipulated the water vapor around him to form ice around himself, and cooled off. He walked over to his bloody friend. He stood there, then kneeled down. "Are you ok? If you need any help plesae, just ask." Trikuy said, a worried look spread on his face. He walked off and practiced his manipulation of ice.

Shards of ice rained down from above as he created shields of the matter to counter his attacks. He flung stalagmites of ice from his hands, breaking the rain. The ground was amazing. Dozens and dozens of ice were scattered in the ground, standing straight up. Trikuy marveled at this for a moment, but promptly got back to his training.

Kuro walked back into the training hall with his one black wing and one white wing wrapped around his outfit, which was a simple pair of boots, black baggy jeans, and a long black coat. He walked to a workbench quietly and took out a bag that had been hidden by his wings. He started to take out handgun parts and started working on everything until he got a long black gun similar to a revolver but able to carry more ammo. He loaded the gun and spun the ammunition chamber boredly before firing off into a taget dummy. The recoil made his hand fly back and up into the air but he quickly brought the gun back down and fired again into the dummies chest. He reloaded the two rounds he had waisted and walked up to the dummy. Two holes had been blown clean through it. One through the head and one through the chest. He was satisfied with the results and holstered it and noticed a girl who was practicing hand to hand on a bag. He had noticed that she had brought a gun with her. "Hey... You mind practicing with me a bit?" He asked. Moving targets were different from stationary ones and he would make sure beforehand to use one of the training guns with rubber bullets instead.