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((umm...I'm lost but I guess I'll try to catch up))

Taketo finds himself alone in the theatre once again. The desolate sound of a creaking mausoleum filled the desolate tone of this abandoned place. Taketo found no silence more unbearable than this as he waited for the others, for they were out on a mission while he stuck here, still having burning memories of his mysterious attacker as well as the well-being of his comrades...and Tomoyo.

(( I guess it's time for my glorious return, before people start being sad about my not being here and all. Sad as it is... Izumo left off in his bed. Shh. He's sleeping... uhm... again. ))

Izumo rubbed his eyes as he slowly came of his comatose state.

Asleep? AGAIN!? There must be something wrong with me, he thought ruefully to himself.

The past few days had been trying, that much was certain, but he'd not imagined he could be so tired. Only moments ago, it seemed, he had finished a meal and drink, with full intention to rise and go seek out the others for any information they had found; good news, bad news, it was all the same at this point.

Ensuring that this time he would not be foolish enough to drift back into sound slumber, Izumo threw the sheets from himself. "Cold," he muttered bitterly. He swung his legs off to the side of the bed as he slowly sat up. Again, he rubbed his eyes, making sure that he wasn't simply dreaming again. Certain, now, that all he saw was real, he proceeded to groan as he stretched out his limbs. They felt stiff, which he expected after having not moved for at least 24 hours. Slow and shaky, Izumo came to his feet. He scratched his head, tried to think of a time when standing had been this difficult.

He couldn't. If it had ever been, it had been far too long ago. He'd no memories of his past, so it came as no surprise. He shuddered; the thought had sent a chill down his spine. Were the Thieves all the same in that regard? Did any of them recall their past, or was this deviation exclusive to himself?

(( Ok, this time I'm actually serious that I have to go. I don't particularly like being interrupted in the middle of a post, especially considering the circumstances. However, I must be off. I promise I'll post again [quote the original and continue, I suppose] either later tonight, or tomorrow afternoon [after class]. This bites. ))

Thinking was never what Izumo did best, however. He didn't bother with philosophy much longer; he quickly threw on a new pair of clothes (who knew how long he'd been wearing the old ones), and assembled his things.
Blades... check.
Throwing daggers... check.
Sheathes...

Frantically pushing aside old, sullied clothing, and mounds of other junk he never used, Izumo finally managed to locate the sheaths for both of his blades, and his daggers, buried and lying on the bottom of the floor.

Maybe I should clean this place up... later, he thought as he affixed the sheaths to his blades on his back, and the four dagger sheaths, one near the base of each ankle, and one on each side of the trunk of his body, all hidden from normal view, but easy to reach and use. Though he was never much of an intellectual, he was smart when it came to combat. Missing out on the most minute detail could cost him his life... well, it would have if he were still alive in a sense that he could be killed. Now, it would serve only as a delay in which the opponent could attack.

Putting the finishing touches on his ensemble, Izumo proceeded out of his room and down to the main foyer in the theatre, hoping for some indication of activity of the other thieves. He'd no idea what was going on now... or what had been happening lately. He still had no idea how long he'd even been asleep. It was an odd sensation, he felt... some seething lust to find what had taken from him part of his life. He calmed thinking about it.

Part of my life... which will never end...

Tomoyo ran faster, until her feet barely touched the ground and she felt like a bird in the half-flight made between the branch and the sky. She could hear Aoki's breathing, a sure sign the younger girl was wearing out. She put on another burst until she was running alongside Aoki. "You're tired, Aoki-san," she said with a slight catch in her breath from her impromptu sprint, "You're in no condition to be chasing after anyone, much less Tao-san."

Aoki huffed.

"Don't care... My sister worked hard for that doll, and Tao, is helping... To take it away?"

Her vision blurred a little bit, and she stopped when they were all finally ahead to Tao and Hamani.

"Finally."

Suki perched himself next to Aoki waiting for further guidance. He was like a child strapped on to a stroller, just taking the ride. As time passed, he twittled with his hair after catching his breath from all the running.

"Aoki, why is this doll so important anyway?"

Suki needed answers, and there were no barriers from doing so. He stared at her left sleeve while awaiting the answer, he didn't like making direct eye contact unless he was trying to send a message across.

The door opened to the theater and Haru motioned in. His sword still carried the blood of soldiers and stained the floor below him. He walked slowly towards the front. "I wonder if anyone is here...." He thought feelin the quiet of the theater. However the silence was common in a place like this. In a place which was devoted to theives, it was only common to feel the cold vines of solitude around here. Haru let out a sigh and then leaned against the wall and closed his eyes awaiting for someone to appear.

Hamani, in her ucrrenty positon, sensed three more entities approaching from behind, she whipped around, still clinging, but now slightly alarmed, but the notion faded as soon as she realised it to merely be Tomoyo, Suki and Aoki.

She slowly made her wasy down from the branch she had been on and came up to the two, smiling confidently, as if too sooth any of their worries about her.

"If you two are going to be here, I will need your co-operation." she said, speaking clearly and firmly, not crouching over in the least. She was aware these two thieves were in smaller bodies, and could play up like children all they wanted, but she knew far better than to treat them as such. She could almost imagine Aoki as she'd be now, a fully-formed woman, perhaps in her twenties... Tomoyo, already beautiful, would only gorw more lovely with age, and Suki would no longer be so short and cute, almost to a point where he looked gurlish, she was sure, if he'd aged normally he'd much resemble his elder brother by now, lest that of the excessive muscles. She thought to herself, her eyes glazing over slightly as the prospect of her thieves, each one was so beautiful, so perfect, so enticing, and fun too! Like owning pet rats, some of their coats had a brighter sheen than others, and some would n** when you held them, but that only made is mroe enjoyable to own them.

Back to Tomyo, Aoki and Suki. "We're going after Nia, who has Melora's usagi dolll, the very same thing your elder sister was after, Aoki, if you aid us it would be appreciated," Hamani explained, putting extra emphasis on the word 'Melora's' to stress the fact that the doll did not rightfully belong to Melora.