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"Did you get rejected?" A small voice chirped from right above him. It sounded like a little girl, but a little more... refined. There was a little clink of metal against metal before a black shape hurtled down from the beams above, landing with a louder clink of metal on marble. The source of the voice appeared to me a strange looking robot. It was shaped like a miniature hound with the neck of a ferret and the head of a rabbit. Its paws were large and clawed, and its tail was a lion's. The entire robot was made of black steel. The LCD touchscreen display panel that made up her face displayed two elegant, narrow red eyes on either side of her head.

"Poor thing... you need some serious help" The creature shook, rattling its various metal plates before looking up at Darc. "I'm Usagihana, by the way. Call me Usagi... you must me Darc-kun. Rivera fixed me, so I'm like... her pet, sorta. Sounds like you need some help with getting near her."

Usagihana waved her tail and spoke again. "What do you think I mean? I made it absolutely clear. You need help getting near her! how much clearer can you get?" She held annoyance in her voice, but kept on talking in a matter-of-fact voice. "Anyway. If you want to be immune to her Chaos Continuum, there's three steps easily said to achieve immunity." The android stopped to scratch an ant off her ear. "OFF YOU LITTLE VERMIN! And good riddance... hmpf! Like I was saying. There are three simply said steps. One--go find a dragon's fang. Two--make a piece of jewelry out of it and wear it. Three--meet her and let it absorb the chaos energy so she won't have to restrain it. Don't tell anybody about this... or my mistress will never forgive me!"

Kasumi sighed. The batteries on her cd player had died. This happened a lot. Whenever she drew, she lost track of her surroundings. It was only her, the art, and the music. It made her art ocassianaly have special traits. Although, depending on her mood when it was created, the effects on the person who activated it were not always good. There had been several incidents when a problem had been caused because someone had accidently activated it.

It didn't matter though, daylight was fading anyways. She had finished the part that she had needed the sunlight for. Now she would just have to wait for night to hit, so she could work on the darker side of her angel. Feeling a little drained, she packed her supplies back into her bag. She still had a few hours until the conditions were right, and she wanted something to do. And, even though she didn't want to admit it, she wanted to meet someone. She left the room as quietly as she had come, until the time was right. She did'nt notice a small sketch peice fall out of her pack.

It was almost done now, but she closed her scetch book and left her picture to be unfinished, but it would only be that way for awhile. She then placed everything back into her messanger bag, pencil, pen, and paper. Without saying anything to the people arround her she picked up her bag and turned towards the door, planning on leaving. She took one last look at the art studio before she turned back arround to push open the large door to walk out. It looked like she was headed towards the couryards, north and south, but no one could real be sure. she tends to chang her direction alot. She started to run, but without reason. She wasn't in a hurry to get to where she was going and nothing startled her. There shouldn't have been a reason to take such an action, but she did it anyway.

((A friendly reminder to refrain from using one liners if they are being used... *ahem* *cough* *hack*... thank you ^^))

Rivera entered the room once again, her canvas bag of shimmering fabrics slung over her shoulder. Fate was cruel to make her a daughter of chaos... yet fate would be fate and chances would be equal. Once one was born, there was seldom turning back... especially not after several centuries of dormancy in a stone crypt, frozen in time and space. She was about to return to her sewing machine when she spotted a girl drawing something... she was giving off awfully dreary waves of energy, as if she was in depression. Subconsciously, Rivera stepped one step too far over the line between here and... well... there... into the girl's mind with a single glimpse.

Before she could blurt out an apology, Rivera suddenly felt a chill run through her body. This wasn't a joking matter... not that she really ever joked or laughed. Rivera's never laughed at anything before, or laughed for any reason or no reason at all. Slowly and hesitatingly at first, Rivera stepped towards the girl who was drawing the cat and someone who looked a lot like her... probably herself, an imaginative self portrait... Her footsteps were silent on the white marble, and her movements more like gliding than walking. It couldn't be helped, being forced to walk that way in court eversince she could walk.

With each and every step, she felt like she could understand a little more. The strange spatial powers she hand invoked memories from the picture itself, revealing secrets and hidden properties bit by bit... Rivera let her aura leak a little she she wouldn't startle the girl when she placed her hand on her shoulder. Her hand was cold, yet not quite uncomfortable. despite the fact her entire body was at a constantly low temperature and felt like a corpse, it wasn't usually a shock on contact. The residues of death was leaving her slowly already, and much of it was already gone after the purification of the Crimson Decadia ceremony.

"You're longing for something..." Rivera started softly, like a calm wind, "If you want... I'll find it for you..." She told her simply in the same, emotionless whisper she always spoke in.

((tetsuakuma, you are dangerously close to doing one-liners. Please extend your posts so this does not happen. Thank you))

Miyu, looking at Rivera, said to her, "I would like that.. I would like that very much.. I haven't seen Yuki since very early this morning. I had stayed awake studying until the wee hours of the morning. I feel asleep while studying. My door must have been open..or unlocked.. Yuki was gone when I awoke. I looked around, but to no avail. She is gone..." Miyu's eyes welled up. "She rarely leaves my side. Where could she have gone? ..maybe she'll find me! Maybe she'll run up to me! Maybe she'll scratch at the door and leap into my arms. Maybe she'll purr with my embrace and lick my cheek softly. Maybe she will find me again.. as I found her.."