◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxThe woman had already started her shower with the assumption that Daiko had left to give his friend some well-deserved privacy. A few minutes into her shower, and Burberry soon discovered that she was terribly mistaken. The echoing sound of something being slammed caused the woman to slip on the soapy floor, painfully landing on her bare bottom. Partially blinded and possibly bruised, the Tuffle crawled out from her shower and began to feel around for something to cover her body; the first thing she grabbed onto was a hand towel. Mistaking it for a body towel, the woman placed the cloth over her chest, which also hung over another part of her body she would like to keep covered. Soaking wet with soap suds still on her body, the scientist was rightfully indignant. She looked around for her glasses, but the heavy cloud of steam filling the room hindered her from seeing most of anything- at least she knew where she kept her spare laser beam gun. The woman shot out of the bathroom with the intent of shooting the first thing she heard; however, when she heard the familiar sound of her Saiyan friend and her anthropomorphic-rodent guest, the woman had grown even more angered. The woman's face would light up in a deep red; she wasn't certain if it was embarrassment, anger, or both. Regardless, she was not hesitant to deliver a glasses-less glare at the two men before firing her laser at their presumed direction. With each pull of her trigger, the woman would repeatedly chant: "Perverts. Perverts. Perverts. Perverts." Her voice was calm and collected; however, there was a twinge of fury that came with each 'pervert' that she uttered.
killer-wolf-kun
Lemonous Mochi
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✧Kalza was thankful that he was able to find the right door without anyone witnessing his constant mistake of kicking open the wrong doors. If any were locked, the locks that kept them as such would likely be broken from the Ratman’s kicks. As he stood before Daiko, Kalza had crossed his arms with his one good eye looking right at the injured young man. Listen here you short power house, I just ate enough food to bring my race into envy and with that food came calories….So, YOU’RE going to come and spar with me!” He yelled, moving his arms in accordance to the shout, his left hand going on his hip and his right hand pointing right at Daiko. The Ratman thought that sparring someone with so much more power than his would quicken with Kalza’s own rise in power. “Come you little power hous-” Before he could finish his sentence a laser had fired from a room within the room, one Kalza wasn’t even aware of as he was far too focused on Daiko. The laser, zooming right past the Ratman’s face was enough to make him pause. He had a few flashbacks from running away from various lasers shot from the law enforcers on his planet. Never mind the fact he was being called a pervert, Kalza, being in this situation before, did the first thing he always did when he was getting shot at by someone he couldn’t hurt, he ran. Like a flash the anthropomorphized rat dove right out the nearest window, his arms covering his face to avoid glass shards from harming his face. As he landed on his feet, Kalza looked up at the room he jumped out of, clicking his tongue before heading back to the dining hall."Damn woman...Interrupting me... The one eyed rat would have to get that small power house to spar with him later, besides if he did it while the little guy was so obviously injured he wouldn't get much out of it.
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Daiko would look to the new person who seemed awfully energetic for an unknown reason to the lad. His eyes would blink slowly as he would be very animated at challenging him to a spar. Daiko's eyes lit up a bit as he held his fist to his chin, or as much as he could with the restraints. "A-A spar! I'd l-" He'd pause a bit as he heard something. Another thud, this time, from within the area. He ponder if another person was going to burst through the door as he looked over to the ratman who began beckon him before a beam whizzed by his face. The lad would sweat a bit seeing a familiar sight as he then turned slightly to hear Bur speaking and shooting. The young man would do his best to move from the beam's path as he watched the Ratman bolt to the window and jump out. He seemed all too familiar with doing so, though Daiko knew better than to break another piece of furniture in the house. He would try to make his way to the door before being hit by a stray beam on the cast. His eyes would water a bit as he would feel a second one hit his stomach. He wasn't as good as dodging these in his state as he would hold his arm up trying to block his face and a leg to defend his vitals. "B-bur, it's a misunderstanding pl- " He'd feel another stay laser hit him as he bit his lip, trying not to let the pain get to him. "P-Please stop shooting."
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxBur had not expected anyone to jump out the window. At that moment, Burberry resented investing in such an intricately-designed window. Luckily, it didn't take the young woman too long to realize who had shattered her window; it would belong to the voice that wasn't in the room, the anthropomorphic-rodent. Burberry made a mental note to have him compensate for her window at a later time; she had to first dispose of her dear friend and wash the suds from her hair, then the rat is next. It was a good thing the woman was not too proficient in passionately expressing herself; what her hands could do was far more valuable than the highest octave she could yell in or how many twisted faces she can make. That explained the woman's calm composure as she continued to fire her laser gun at Daiko until she was pleaded to stop. Surprisingly, it was enough to make her stop; unfortunately, it did not stop the Tuffle from being indignant.
The sound of shattering glass and laser beams being fired triggered Mr. Shrubs into defensive mode as he rushed into the room with an AK-47 in hand, "Dr. Burberry, are you quite alri- I see..." Shrubs didn't need an explanation to know what was going on; in fact, he foresaw this happening sooner than later. "I will tend to your window and the glass, please do continue the rest of y-" Before the butler could finish his statement, the blue-haired Tuffle barged into the bathroom, slamming the door hard enough to make some of the hanging glass from the window fall off. The sound of shower water hitting the floor radiated from the bathroom, drowning out a lengthy self-dialogue Burberry was having with herself; who knows what she could be talking about in there. "Ahh, Mr. Daiko... Shall I tend to your wounds in, er... YOUR room...?" The butler ended with a tired laugh as he took Daiko gently by the arm and escorted him out the room, all while closing the door behind them. "Just give her a few hours to cool down and make some gadgetry, it should get her back in gear; she's still a tad fragile from before, as you well-know. Oh dear... Those lasers are more dangerous than I thought~"
killer-wolf-kun
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The young man would pant heavily as he felt the light die down and he slowly rose up. He would stagger on his feet before watching his friend slam the door, returning to the room she exited from. His head would droop a bit before looking over to Mr.Shrub and giving a timid smile. "S-sorry Mister Shrub. It wasn't what it looked like." He would say to him as he heard the elderly man speak and escort him out. His eyes of the young man would close while he sighed. "But, maybe you're right. . .Maybe time will make things better. . .But I want to help speed it up." He would mutter while putting his hand behind his head and continued walking. "Maybe I can bring her something to cheer her up. That Fruit place she likes to go to makes baskets I think." He would mutter while putting a finger to his lip. "But she could do that herself. . ." He'd then close his eyes and ponder while walking with the butler and trying to ignore the burning sensation. "Maybe I can find her a nice object to observe. . . B-but she knows alot about alot. . .so." He'd then put a hand on his cheek and pulled it down. "What can I do? I really want to make her feel better."
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxShrubs could sense the young man's concern for the Doctor; however, Shrubs knew fully-well that it would take some time for the young woman to get over her anger. INTJs, like Burberry, are a rare breed of introverts who utilize their logic and reasoning to cope with their concealed emotions that they deem to be frivolous and moderately annoying. Unfortunately for the passionate Saiyan, it would take some alone time for his friend to get out of her mood. "I apologize for such bitter-sweet news, however, unless you are capable of bringing back her business the souls lost in it, only time can heal the Doctor's wounds." The elderly butler gave the young man a dainty grin as he opened the door to Daiko's room. "Now, shall we tend to your wounds?"
In the Doctor's bedroom, Burberry had already concluded her shadow; her body soaking wet and shaking from the breeze passing through her newly-broken window. Well, at least she can invest in a new window design; of course, such an investment would be topped with the compensation that would be due to all the families who lost relatives two days ago. The very thought of all the stress she'd have to tumble through was giving her a crippling migraine that provoked the woman to take a seat on her bed. Water droplets would roll from her bare skin and onto her comforter, but she didn't really care; all that mattered was how she was going to clean up this catastrophic mess. "Numbers not being able to solve everything, that's absurd," she mumbled to herself whilst rubbing her temples in pain. Being the wealthiest being on Earth was more tedious than non-1r;s could imagine.
After a while of composing herself and killing her migraine with some pain-killers, Burberry finally managed to get dressed and dry off her hair. "Ahh, I haven't built anything in a while, I have to remember to get those artificial eyes... If they even survived the explosions," the woman ended with a sigh before tossing her towel into her laundry hamper. "So much to do in such infinitesimal time, at least my at-home laboratory was untouched... I wish I could say the same for my window..." Burberry slowly made her way to her broken window, stepping over the glass with her pricey heels. "... Why did I invite them in here again?" The woman shook her head and rolled her eyes in annoyance before making her way out the door, and to her personal laboratory. The best thing about her 'little slice of heaven,' was the fact that without a password, it was completely inaccessible. Not to say she didn't enjoy her loved-ones' company to an extent; it was just that a thinker like herself needs time to reflect on her own.
The woman made her way to her laboratory located on the very bottom floor, greeting staff members who received word on the Doctor's window, and was already arranging a carpenter to replace it. She was also given word on the Hera girl, and how she ran off to completely some obscure task; it didn't bother the woman too much, in fact, it was expected. Burberry was confident that the Hera wouldn't do anything reckless, especially after witnessing the deaths of her comrades. Ah, Dor'on and that other Hera were utter monsters; however, if Burberry had to pick her least-favorite out of the two, no doubt it was the other Hera woman. Her mockery and sadism made her into a rather twisted woman for someone who didn't look so intimidating; this proves that one should never judge a book by its cover. At least Dor'on was abrasive because of his leadership status; that Hera woman was sinister for the possibly-euphoric sensation she got from it all. Burberry could not lie to herself, however, she wished to understand what was so enjoyable about causing harm unto others.
Disregarding such negative memories, Burberry resumed her brainstorming; she had a few things in mind that she was excited to make. She simply had to figure out WHAT she wanted to make...
killer-wolf-kun
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|♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: 250 |♢| Ki: 200/200 |♢| Stamina: 300/300 |♢| |♢| Current Theme - - |♢| ㊝ The journey from the mountains to West City was very long, especially by foot. Yet, the man who accomplished this without rest or pause, now stood but a few yards from the Burberry Estate. Gyoza adjusted the bag strap over his shoulder and held onto the drinks in his other hand. He needed some directions on where to go, unaware where the doctor even lived. And an even bigger shock was just how famous the woman was. Yeah, he'd told her and even seen her on TV a couple times, but really? What was with the crowd in front of her home? With this many people, Gyoza was beginning to miss the mountains already. Even more annoying was when he found out what all these people were here for. Reporters trying to get a scoop on the incident two days ago. 'Poor Bru... She doesn't need all these pests when she's trying to rest' he shook his head. The large man tried to squeeze past the group who kept pushing and yapping in his ear. Geez, they were so annoying! Here he was trying to visit Bur and they were getting in the way. "Hey! Watch it! Move already! ....CLEAR A PATH!" the man roared, flaring his ki. The force alone was enough to push the reporters off of him and indeed clear a path to the gate. With a chuckle, he walked right up and opened the large gates with ease, closing them behind him. Gyoza shook his head as the reporters only buzzed louder, trying to speak to him now. He ignored them and headed up to the front door; bottles clanging in his hands with every step. One was a Pink Moscato and the second was a Black Spiced Rum, for himself personally. One large step after the other, a heavy fist would strike the door a few times and then a pause. Gyoza would wait for a reply, clearing his throat as he was prepared to greet Burberry.
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Haraaaa
killer-wolf-kun
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The young man would look to the ground with disdain as his felt that he was helpless t help her mood after doing such a thing. His body would stop in the hall as he would let Mr.Shrubs grip release from him before looking to the wall as he sighed. "I wish I had a wish." He'd mutter before hearing a knock on the door. His eyes would blink a bit before shaking it a bit. He knew that in this mood she would probably make her more upset. His body would stretch to his own dismay. His mouth furrowed into a frown while he turned his whole body. "I'll show them off, and head up after." He'd relay before jumping off the banister and gently floating down to the marble floors. His eyes would close and his mouth let out a soft sigh before walking forth. His cast waving as he felt that this moment was going to haunt him for ages to come. His waddle was slow before he got to the door and opened it slowly, incase they tried to force themselves in as he would slowly pan up. "The Doctor isn't feeling well I think I-" The young man stopped seeing the booze and his ahoge formed a '?' as he panned up a bit faster before seeing a familiar face. "M-Master Yoza." He'd say while stepping back a bit before jumping up and down a bit. His eyes would close as he put a fist infront of his chest. "What brings you here? Checking on Bur? Are you okay? Did ja get new training in? Are you hungry?"
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxShrub watched as the young Saiyan answered the call to do the unthinkable. With his AK-47 still in hand, Shrub was prepared to gun down any nosy reporter who dared to step foot into the Doctor's home. However, the person knocking on the door wasn't what Shrub would consider 'reporter material,' of course, no offense intended. Slowly, the butler stepped down the winding staircase to the front door, lowering his weapon; however, he kept his wits about the towering man, not too certain of the man's intentions. It seemed as if the young Saiyan knew of this man, referring him to his 'master,' Master Yoza. "I presume you know this gentleman, Daiko?" the butler asked as he gave an amicable smile towards the elderly man. "I apologize for my abrasive demeanor, Mr. Yoza," the butler replied as he scanned the tall man; had it not been for the bottle of booze in Yoza's hand, Shrub would have been unable to put one and one together. "Ohh, good day, Mr. Gyoza; the Doctor has spoke very fondly of you, please, come in!" The butler dropped his AK-47 so it hung around his shoulders, stepping out of the way for the large man to walk through. "The Doctor is in her laboratory, no doubt tinkering with some new gadgetry. And yes, would you care for a snack to go with your drink, Mr. Gyoza?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2018 10:52 am
|♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: 250 |♢| Ki: 200/200 |♢| Stamina: 300/300 |♢| |♢| Current Theme - - |♢| ㊝ The door opened slowly, to reveal the one who answered the door. Gyoza was already looking down to meet Bur's gaze with his own, but it didn't quite pan out as he expected. The voice that answered was familiar, but not of the doctor's. His eye instead was greeted by that somewhat sentient tuft of hair he was all too acquainted with by now. Yes, it was his student who had come to the door; the old man raising a brow in surprise. While he was aware the boy was staying here, he was also told he was suppose to be bedridden. When the kid realized who he was looking at, he was beside himself with glee as he fired off a barrage of questions. What was he, one of those paparazzi goons? Gyoza shook his head before responding to the giddy and still very injured pupil. "No, I'm not here for training. You shouldn't even be thinking about that right now!" he scolded the boy, giving his ahoge a flick. "I came to check on her and you. ...You haven't been giving her any trouble, right?" Now knowing Daiko was up on his feet, the master knew how restless his student could be when he had to be still. Patience was one of the many things he was trying to instill in the boy, though he only seemed to show this growth in combat. Which meant, odds were good that he was likely doing exercise even in his condition. Gyoza was about to grill his protege when another elderly man had come down to greet him. Judging by his attire, he guessed he was Burberry's butler...but why did he have a gun? He hadn't a clue who this guy was, but apparently he knew of him? Hearing the woman would speak to her servants about him...perhaps he misunderstood their relationship. Then again, he had come all this way to see her and Daiko. "No, I'm good, thanks. Where's the lab? I have a present for her" he asked Shrubs. Though before he was directed where to go, he'd look back to the boy with a furrowed brow. "Listen Dai. Training is great and all, but if you don't let your body heal, you won't have anything to train, got it? A good martial artist takes care of their body, understand? ...That said, if you can wait a little while longer, you might get to train sooner than later." Gyoza would refrain from going into detail or explain what he was talking about. Eventually that patience would appear in him...right?
㊝【.MOOD.】 [Relaxed, slightly annoyed] ㊝【.THOUGHTS.】 ["Of course he wants to train, even now..."] ㊝【.COMPANY.】 [Daiko and Mr. Shrubs] ㊝【.OOC.】 [-] ㊝【.STATS.】
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The young man would put a hand behind his head as he looked off to the side. It seemed Mr.Shrub had entered the scene. If Bur told him the misunderstanding, no promise his training would continue, though as his eyes drooped a bit at the question, hoping that the old man would have something to distract him from it. Though Daiko would hear he had a gift for her, something she very well needed. His mouth would curve into a frown as he put a hand to his side and looking off to the side. He felt so nervous, and excited at the same time, though he was read by the old man as he spoke. He would look to the ground feeling the weight of the words. It wasn't a big injury in his opinion, but his mind and body might be injured if he tried to push his limits. The young Saiyan would look up to protest, but merely looked down in sorrow to think of losing the ability to train. He would then rub his cast and look at Mr.Shrub to allow his master access to the lab, thinking of what to do until he could properly train again.
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxShrubs would gesture towards the back, walking towards said direction in hopes that Gyoza and Daiko would follow suit. If they did, Shrubs would lead them to a pair of dual doors, both crafted from what appeared to be some sort of metal. Dr. Burberry cherishes this particular part of her home," he said with a proud grin. "However, a pass code is required to gain access into the laboratory," he would turn to Gyoza and Daiko, both hands held behind his back. "Unfortunately, I was given direct orders by Dr. Burberry to not answer the mathematical or scientific question necessary to open the door," a nervous smirk would grace his seasoned face. "They tend to be rather tricky; though at times they are not too bad, like... This one!" The butler would gesture to the touch screen containing a mathematics question, and a keypad to insert the answer. "I'm sure you both can figure it out; however, if you don't..." Shrubs sighed and shook his head, "The last person to try to sneak into her lab left a rather cumbersome puddle to clean up, please do make an effort to get the question right." Shrubs would part from the duo before making his way to the kitchen to prepare Burberry's morning tea. All the while, Burberry was in her laboratory, working on a blue-print for a new prosthetic eye for Mr. Gyoza. She should make the effort to call him, she felt bad for not doing so sooner...
killer-wolf-kun
Youko Kenshi
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The trip to West City didn't take as long as the first and the group were now just above the estate. Ziber looked down to the path that lead to the estate and saw the crowd of people that had gathered by the gate. He could see that the event that happened two days earlier had left Bur in the focus of the planet's media. The frost demon knew if they landed up front it was going to rise more questions, ones that the scientist didn't need. Ziber looked to Arcane, that had followed with excitement of treats, and explained his plan to avoid the paparazzi. "We need to avoid being sighted by those people by the gate. Let's land in the backyard." He said while pointing to the group that were unaware that Bur was about to have more guest. The frost demon then floated down to the backyard, as the paparazzi continued to report whatever they were saying.
Ziber's three toed feet landed softly on the that tile near the pool as he looked at the backdoor that lead into the estate. His energy would be felt by those in the house now and it would help them get in faster. The clicks of his bio armor moving could be heard as he approached the backdoor. Once he was there, the frost demon gently knocked on the glass door, trying not to break the glass. He would then turn to look at Arcana as they would wait for someone to let them in. Ziber still didn't know how to tell his master that the friend he had been sent to meet had already died. The frost demon was curious about what had been the offering that disappeared before the to arrive. At least, Arcana would be able to get her sweets now that they were here.
“I still remember that day. It burns bright in my mind and is reminder of what must be done. I... We will have our revenge. That is a promise I will keep."
<--Ki: 560/560--><--BP: 165x3=495-><--Stamina: 700/700--> Location: Burberry Estate Mood: Calm, Curious, Worried Thinking: I hope Daiko has caused to much trouble. With: Arcana > The people in the estate
::~~::Majin Arcana::~~:: :: Battle Power -> 270 :: Stamina -> 310/310 :: Ki -> 260/260
Arcana flew over West City with Ziber, it wasn't the sight of the populace that caught her attention, but the smell of food and sweets. This place had a lot of restaurants and places with food she could gorge herself on for weeks, maybe even months at a time! But then when she thought she might explore it, Ziber informed her that they couldn't be sighted and it instantly put a damper on her excitement. Were these people bad people? If they were, then she would kill them all. Though she did not act yet, just following along as she landed next to Ziber in Burberry's back lawn.
While Ziber knocked on the door to get the attention of the occupants, Arcana began to vent steam in cute puffs. The frustration of boredom and recent lethargy had left her with a ton of pent up energy. Energy that needed to be expelled while they waited. She was a split off of the original Majin. a strong force of evil, yet she was not fully mature yet. Her body subconsciously demanded growth and action. So she gave into her urge and began to continue to vent the energy built up, practicing keeping it contained as the steam seemed to subside in the venting puffs. "Want...cake...now." , she growled as she worked on her self-control.
Though just when she thought things had started to calm down, a man from the media decided to try to get a look at Ziber and Arcana as they tried to sneak around to get a picture. There was a flash from the camera, and then Arc snapped. Her hand clenched into a fist and her arm shot across the yard like a rubber band, smashing the camera and destroying the picture while busting the human reporter in the nose. "CAKE NOW!", she shouted as the evil urges behind the surface were fighting her to go finish the paparazzo off by turning him into a cookie and devouring him. If not appeased, a tantrum was likely to boil over.
:: Phys Off -> 2 :: Energy Off -> 3 :: Def -> 3 :: Speed -> 4 :: Reflex -> 2 :: Intel -> 2 :: Stam -> 1 :: Ki -> 6 OOC: BP Training 1/1 Post, CD 1/2 Post
|♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: 250 |♢| Ki: 250/250 |♢| Stamina: 350/350 |♢| |♢| Current Theme - - |♢| ㊝ Gyoza followed Shrubs to the back who would lead him and Daiko to the doctor. Well actually, he brought them to her lab where she resided, but no further. What was this? A password behind a puzzle? This did sound like something Burberry would do, in her own home no less. He wondered what she was hiding in there? 'Probably something science-y... Or something fancy I don't understand' the man shook his head. Not like that was what brought him all this way anyway. Unfortunately...Shrubs would tell them they were to solve the puzzle themselves if they wished to proceed. "Well I'm not much a puzzle man but- ...What the hell is this?" Gyoza stared at the jumble of numbers and letters displayed on the screen. This...this was a different story. Why was it a math question?! No, of course it was! The butler would advise them not to brute force it, as the last person to do so was...well they likely disposed of for being so foolish. The hermit glared at the door, his lone eye following the other gray haired man until he left. And then he grumbled. "What the hell kind of mess is this? I didn't come all this way to play with some damn numbers! OI! BRU! Open up already!" his voice boomed. Looking down at his student, Gyoza would simmer down a little, seeing his complacent look. It seemed he had taken his words to heart and was seriously thinking about it. Clearing his throat, he'd pat the boy on the head and ruffle his hair. "Listen Dai...It'll be alright. Now...how about you solve this puzzle so we can go see Bru, hmm?"
㊝【.MOOD.】 [Even more annoyed] ㊝【.THOUGHTS.】 ["Heh. There's hope for the kid yet!"] ㊝【.COMPANY.】 [Daiko and Mr. Shrubs] ㊝【.OOC.】 [-] ㊝【.STATS.】
