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[Robby, if Lovely's not back by 12, im going to bed...]

[Eh, sorry again about the nonsense whimsical online-ness. I've been out and about.]

She just stared a bit. Vixen was rather surprised that she had a visitor at all, and even thought that the only person who dare come in the godforsaken cell would be Ellisent. However, after a lifetime of staring she gladly realised it was not that psycho. It was just Skip. Joy, joy, all that loviness. She even through in a smirk for him. Hoorah. Party. Where's the music? Ok, end of joy.

Suddenly the maniac was rushing towards her, fretting about her appearance and other things. So she basically looked like s**t. That was nice to know. He took out some leaves and thrusted them towards her. With her hands she took them, minding her grip and control. Her hand was still bloody where her joint would have connected to a bone. Then she attempted to eat them. Which was probably highly entertaining to watch. Her limbs were still a tad bit uncoordinated, and once or twice she ended up feeding a leaf to her eyeball. In the end the leaves were placed in her mouth and swallowed. She waited for whatever effects to happen.

"Umm, yeah, I'm fine. Kinda just lost control, lost my thumbs, and lost feeling in my limbs. That's all. Slaughtered a siren earlier. You missed all the fun. Oh, well, at least you're here to witness the carnage."

She looked around her, waiting for a twitch of some sort. Though she was becoming more accustomed to interacting with others, she was still nervous and whatnot. She just had to wait a few more seconds. Her right leg jerked, slipping on the slick floor and sending her crashing down. What a comical reunion this was turning out to be. She slowly helped herself up to a standing position once more.

"So, how have things been with you? Any sign of Ellisent?"

Skip smiled. He liked Vixen. There was something about her, even though he kept getting this feeling that he'd eventually drive her to the point where she'd kill him. Or something. Eh, it probably didn't matter. She wasn't like Ellisent, and besides, she seemed to get along with Emerald, and Emerald would never let something like that happen. Skip's smile weakened a bit when he remembered that he still didn't know where Emerald was....

Skip looked at her... lack of thumbs. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked skeptically. He didn't really know how effective Vixen would be without thumbs; for that matter, he really didn't know how effective any person would be without thumbs. He really didn't have much experience in that area. Uh.... crap, what was he thinking about again? He hated when his mind wandered..... Oh, right, she was still talking. "I haven't seen Ellisent. I think that's a good thing. I hope he still has no arms. That was really awesome when I ripped them off... Wait... what's a Siren? Did you set one off? Are guards coming? Never mind.... Do you know where Emerald is?" He looked at the table. "Hey how'd you get off of that? Did you have one of these, too?" He pulled out the lock pick, but then glanced again at her lack of thumbs. "Hm... guess not..." Skip realized he was talking a lot, but after what he had gone through, seeing a familiar face brought his innocence back out again.

Skip nodded. He figured she would be fine, but he wanted to make absolutely sure. He was kinda intimidated about her ripping entrails out, but then he remembered that Rage form had done that countless times before. Why did Skip still act like a child? He would do something to prove his maturity in his forms, but then, when he was just by himself, he was the most immature thing ever. He had a bit of self-loathing in this way, and was somewhat conscious that his forms were picking up on this.

Skip nodded again at her mention of finding Emerald, and, above all, leaving. "Yeah, we should go... um, but before we do, is there something that you were trying to do? I heard you struggling with something..." he said, looking about the room.

((Ellisent))

"...I wanna walk like you, talk like you, it's true..."

Ellisent mumbled several gleeful tunes under his breath as he casually strolled down the sterile hallway. His arms felt...better than he'd expected, and they actually seemed to move a little quicker. He'd underestimated Cid's bionic construction capabilities...too bad he now had to consult a floating brain in a jar instead of *sigh* talking to the poor man as, well...a man. Damn thing never knew when to shut up. Or stop bleeding...God, you'd think the man had never had his eyeballs boiled inside his head before...

He was about nine doors away now, making his final rounds towards Skip's door. Despite his whole...injury, he was having a great day! Lots of blood, some screaming, a dab of fear...just like the good old days...

Ellisent juggled thoughts of dinner in his mind.

"Hm..." he thought out aloud, "Filet Demognon...or how about a nice...nacho platter...Skip and Dip...yyyeaaah..."

Food sounded great right about now. Especially something ******** tasty, much unlike the slop they served in the hotel above the testing labs. Poor ******** up there have it bad...no knowlege of the labs being here...no powers...no human flesh to eat...rough. Yeah, rough's the right word for it.

He had only turned one to his side...all the rest had refused...ending up as a part of Ellisent's "elite counsel" of good minds that just needed a second chance. He felt lonely, only having Kipling with him...sure, he did provide some good "watchmen"...or..."watch-creatures", but summoning was only fun for so long. He wanted, more than anything else...a companion. Someone female...black of heart and willing to kill or be killed. Someone who would...well...love him. Yes, love him, through blood orgies and bionic arms and anesthetic...no matter the cost. Until then, no matter how many "advisors" he had...he was still missing part of his team.

A single balck tear welled up in Ellisent's eye. A sucker for poor cliche, he couldn't help but let it sit there for a second, wailing in its own silent right before evaporating on command...

Evaporation. Complete...disappearance...just like most of this world. Ever since the Life Scar of 2100, life itself on the Earth has been...degenerating...and with the takeover of the Rozen Clan during the brief state of anarchy that ensued, well...things just got out of hand. Very amateurish, really. You'd almost wish, at times, that there were no government at all...

Snapping himself out of this little self-history lesson, Ellisent quickened his step. 6 doors to go.

"Are you sure its useless? 'Cause, I've got this..." Skip said pulling out the lock pick again. "I mean, you never know what might be in there. I found a box with leaves in it, but they seem pretty helpful. And stuff. Um... yeah, I'm gonna go try see if I can open it..." Somewhat tentatively, Skip went over to the drawer, and stuck his lock pick into the lock on the face of the drawer. He then jiggled it around a bit, hoping to hear that satisfying click. Skip realized that last sentence sounded a lot like an innuendo of some sort, but dismissed it.

((Well, since I'm doing the opening, I guess I'll roll. Yay.))