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(....*screams into the abyss* so why is our group like........ on a mission? K I'm going to start now.)

Beep beep beeeeeep went the little device, a good sound that mean that her identification was accepted. A cold breeze from the north was coming in as a colder weather began to settle in for the day, but it didn't bother her exposed legs, bare feet, hand or arms. The doors allowed her entrance into the network of hallways neatly placed here are there, with door even spaced as well. It suggested the rooms were... well roomy. Bore feet padded on the clean white floor, her same colored sun dress that looked like it came from a last day summer sale, and yet, it seemed to fit her perfectly as it whipped and swirled behind her walking form, her body merely a shadow in the nearly translucent material.

'So this is Katsu's place huh? I never thought it would look so... modern....' she thought to herself, just catching herself as some a** decided to brush shoulders with her when there was plenty of other room in the hall way to walk.

Long brunette hair lashed out behind her as well, flowing as if some breeze was pushing them back from her face. Large rubies scanned every inch they could take in, so much inferior to spiders though. There was a slight whine as the golden retriever with a mechanical leg roar her hungry cutely. And slight tape shook the human sized coffin strapped on her back. "Just a little longer...."

ooc:-__-; Sorry guys, we had a huge mega, big, fantastically stupid ice storm over ehre that knocked the charter lines down so we didn't have internet for a longwhile -__-; Anyway, Back now
Ryanna still has zilch in the internet lines as well, So she says for Phalanx to continue with the rp and play-mime her character (Control her movements since shes not there) And as soon as she has access again she'll post. Again uber sorry for the inconveniance. But here in the MidWest our weather is on crack -.-

(aaaaahhhh ooooook.... Now... I'm alone... what now? walk around, stand there doing nothing?....darn.... that sucks, i have now idea what goign on tooo....)

Her simply walked, followed the signs, and ended up in her assigned dorm on the second floor. Just like they said there was their luggage, briskly left at the front door, skid marks on the other wise clean bloody red carpet. The walls were painted a dark black with bright red wall linings, covering where the carpet and the wall met. It was lightly furnished, a queen sized on her left, a night stand with a lamp next to the bed, a closet pressed to the wall which the door was in also on the left, a door, which was also a bright red, led to what she presumed was the bathroom and a double wide window with heavy curtains and lace draped over whatever sunlight might have come in right on the opposite wall from where she was standing.

She kicked the several suit cases away sluggishly and up the coffin on the ground, unstrapped it. There was a shuffling noise, and the familiar face of a former missionaries, but she had never been here, and red rubies for eyes set perfectly on her heart shaped face, and yet they were not ones who were dulled by blindness, in fact, they were quite the opposite, ones who have seen through blood and so much more. The figure shifted in the coffin and pulled of the cover, stepping out gently as if everything would turn to dust if she didn't, but perhaps it was more of a force of habit then anything.

She closed the door behind her, the golden dog followed her out as well, there was no halter needed to be put on. There was shuffling inside, she could here it, but she went to get lunch, nothing else, or perhaps dinner, it didn't matter what the name of the meal was, a meal was a meal, and being inside a building meant food. Pale fingers gripped their card excitedly as she wasted no more than 3 seconds wondering where the food was before beginning to run, at full speed and bare foot no less, down the hallway to where the sign was, ran which ever way the cafeteria was. It didn't take long before she realized, how imensly big this building was.

"What do you mean." Sokato said turning towards Shadar. "We are not driving or flying anything. Normally we would be in the portal room but instead, we are here testing out my newest creation." Sokato pointed to the three seemingly normal 18-wheelers. "Be patient and wait for every one else."

'When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed, then with a word she can get whats she came for.' The android continued to sing and play the guitar.

((Technically, Sokato and the android both wear dark sunglasses, to block the light from their eyes. You should not be able to see their eyes.))
He sighed. He was getting terribly impatient. "I think we should set up soon." He said to the android, ignoring Shadar.

The android just kept playing Stairway. 'Theres a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure. Oooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven.' He sung, completely blowing off Sokato.

"Hey!" He yelled at the android. "Can I see that guitar." He said softly. "I think its out of tune." He said smiling lightly.

The android stopped playing and shifted back and forth a little."It sounds fine to me, whatever you say." He said handing Sokato the guitar.

Sokato grabbed the neck like a baseball bat and took a big swing at the androids head, shattering the guitar into little splintery pieces. After that he
hit the android on the head a few more times on the head with the fretboard and neck. "Sounds much better now." He said throwing the neck to the ground. "Now set up the machine."

The android seemed completely un-phased by it all. "Yes sir!" He quickly got into the truck in between the other two.

"You might want to step back." Sokato said to Shadar. Sokato himself, moved to the other side of the 'street'.

Realising that the captain probably wasn't talking to the mercenaries when he said to get big guns, he apologised to Brian for disturbing him, and turned away, heading towards the Slithen dorm.

'Might as well let the kid hang onto it for a bit longer,' he thought. 'Now then..'

Letting the door to his room hiss open in front of him, he moved towards the dresser, and picked up a collection of leather straps that held his two short blades. Strapping them onto his body, he then picked up his brown leather jacket lying on his bed, and swung that round his shoulders, putting his arms into the sleeves. Picking up the AKMS that he had put down when he had entered the room, he slung it over his back, a spare magazine or two hanging from his belt. 'Right. I think thats me sorted out.', he thought.

Making his way out of his room, he locked the door with the Mishaps keycard, and then headed towards the staircase that led towards the garage.