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Albaine: *wanders out into the clearing*

Peter: *Trots over to Albaine* Would you like an Easter egg?

Albaine: *blinks, think about it, then nods* Sure.

Peter: *Offers an egg to Albaine* ^^

Albaine: *takes the egg* Thanks.

Albaine: *tilts his head at the egg before nibbling it, noticing it's a jelly bean kind of egg*

Peter: *Looks around for other people to give eggs to*

Nek: *Growls and stalks in to hide before Neko can unceremoniously punt her into the thread*

Albaine: *sits beneath a tree reading, now in his bunny ears again*

Nek: Why exactly is it... Nevermind... *Takes the egg* ... *Nibbles it and cringes* I can't eat this... >.<

Albaine: *spots Nek and waves*

Peter: *Looks puzzled* You do not like it? Would you like a different egg?

Nek: It... Makes me act out of character... *Edges away lest he have more* No... That's fine... *Spots Albaine's wave and walks over* I'm beginning to think this holiday has it in for me XP

Albaine: Yeah, today's one of two major sugar holidays. Beware around Halloween too.

Nek: Halloween? What's that holiday about? *Frowns* This world is full of strange customs...

Albaine: You dress up in a costume of your choosing and go around collecting candy from people's houses. It's mostly for kids though.

Moonlight: *is sitting in a tree until see notices Nek and Albaine then she jumps down* Hello! Oh, and what's this about dressing up. It sounds fun.

Nek: Very strange customs... *Looks over to Moonlight as she comes over* You would think that...

Peter: *Walks over to Moonlight* Would you like an Easter Egg? ^^

Albaine: *waves at Moonlight* Halloween. It's in a few months.

Moonlight: *looks over Peter then the egg* What is it? *takes the egg to get a closer look*

Nek: *Yawns, getting bored*

Peter: *Smiles his nicest smile* An Easter egg, Miss; I painted it myself. ^^

Moonlight: OooOok ... *gently tosses up and down before an evil smirk appears on her face* Egg fight! *throws the egg at Nek*

Albaine: *raises an eyebrow at the egg fight*

Nek: *Hit in the face* Ga-wha-!? Hey! *Looks down at her partially nibbled egg and scowls* Oh yeah?! *Hurls it at Moonlight*

Peter: *Watches* Oh my......oO

Moonlight: *sides-steps the egg to dodge it, knowing Nek would react* I win. :]

Albaine: *glad he already ate his egg*

Nek: *Scowls, partially because her aim was off anyways* Good for you...

Moonlight: You should be glad that I'm not going to throw another one at you. Plus I did give you a heads up.

Nek: *Snorts* Yeah, okay... *Scarcastic*

Albaine: *just watching, not really wanting to get too involved*

Moonlight: *looks between them* Is that all I'm going to get. You guys are no fun.

Nek: I have no wish to be 'fun'

Albaine: Sorry. Just kind of out of it at the moment. *sugar crash*

Moonlight: *looks at Nek* Then your life is sad. *turns to Albaine* Ok, I can understand that.

Nek: I happen to- *Was going to say 'be very content with my life', but scowls when she realizes that obviously isn't the case* -be content with the way I respond to my life... And it isn't sad

Albaine: *just waiting out the sugar crash*

Moonlight: *pulls out a apple to give to Albaine* Maybe this will help. *looks at Nek for a moment* ... Yes, it is.

Albaine: Oh, thanks. *takes the apple and neatly begins to eat it*

Nek: Is not

Moonlight: It is too. It seems like you aren't happy with your life, which is sad.

Albaine: *thinks that sometimes it's not sad to be unhappy with your life if there is a good reason for it*

Nek: I'm satisfied with my life when it is going good; it just hasn't been going good, that is not sad. *Sighs and waves goodnight to Moonlight*

Albaine: *waves goodnight to Moonlight and looks at Nek* Yeah, that's probably how most people are. It's hardly what I call sad.

Nek: *Nods* Right, it's no where near sad *Frowns* Sad makes one sound pathetic; I'd prefer to think I wasn't someone to pity

Albaine: I hate pity. I barely like feeling pity for others, even if I can't help it sometimes. It makes me feel like I'm either declaring myself above someone else or being seen as beneath the person who is pitying me. *frowns, greatly disliking this concept*

Nek: Exactly *Scowls* It's a low emotion...

Albaine: *nods* Genuine sadness is much better. Though I'd rather be ignored than felt sorry for.

Nek: *Nods* I'd rather not have to deal with people thinking things about my life, period, but... *Shrugs* I suppose everyone judges others on some subconcious level, at least

Albaine: I know I do sometimes. Hate it, but can't help it.

Nek: Yeah...

Albaine: *fiddles around a bit with his bunny ears* I'm surprised no one's commented on these yet. *laughs a bit* My human's making me wear them again..at least this'll be the last day.

Nek: *Shrugs* I've gotten used to the 'humans' making us do strange things...

Albaine: *looks around the desolate clearing* ...and there's no one else to comment either.

Nek: Their 'humans' must be gone for the holiday thing...

Albaine: Most likely. Or they're busy with something else.

Nek: Or sleeping... Most people here do sleep at night, don't they?

Albaine: Most people do...I used to. Then Ellenoir became nocturnal and I soon followed.

Nek: Ah, and have you not yet become used to seeing in the dark? *Asking because she usually sees him with the flashlight*

Albaine: I can see in the dark fine...I just can't read in the dark. *only has the flashlight while he's reading*

Nek: Ah, I see

Albaine: It's gotten to the point where the afternoon light is a bit blinding, as a matter of fact.

Nek: Why are most people out during the day, anyways? *Doesn't think the night time is necessarily better than the daytime, just wonders what the appeal of the daytime is*

Albaine: Because it's easier to see for most of them?

*Nek leaves*

Albaine: *waves goodbye to Nek and goes to read under a tree*

Albaine: *wanders through the woods, lost in thought*

Dreville: -sitting in the middle of a feild, covered in blood-

Albaine: *looks up at Dreville as she comes into her line of vision* ...?

Dreville: -looks up at Albaine- Wanna...play?

Albaine: That depends. What'd you kill?

Dreville: A bunny rabbit. -actually killed three-

Albaine: Ah, okay. *shrugs* What did you want to play?

Dreville: -holds up a bunny- Tugawar.

Albaine: Wouldn't you rather use a rope?

Dreville: No, this is funner.

Albaine: Well I don't really like using a bunny as rope. *picturing quite vividly the flesh of the rabbit giving way, exposing the bones and tissue beneath, them eventually pulling it apart to the point where the intestines are the only thing connecting two halfs, looking like a morbidly bloodly rope*

Dreville: Fine then! Find a rope.

Albaine: *takes out his whip* Think this'll work?

Dreville: -nods- That'll work. -sets the bunny down-

Albaine: *hands one end of the whip to her*

Dreville: -stands up and takes hold of it-

Albaine: So what's the goal? *meaning where's the marker and at what point does the rope need to pass for the game to be done*

Dreville: There isn't one. Whoever lets go first loses.

Albaine: Got it. *tightens his grip, expecting her to call out when and start pulling a half second before then*

Dreville: -doesn't call anything out, instead just starts pulling-

Albaine: *pulls also, glad that he chose to tighten his grip*

Dreville: -puts all her weight into it-

Albaine: ...? *surprised that she isn't stronger than she looks like he expected* Huh. *starts pulling harder*

Dreville: -starts to slide, but she still keeps a firm grip on the whip-

Albaine: *not letting up an inch, his grip strong on the familiar whip, and puts just a little bit more into the whip*

Dreville: -leans more into the pull, but slips, and ends up falling on her bottom-

Albaine: Looks like I win this round. *almost feels like smirking, but refrains*

Dreville: -pouts- Meanie.

Albaine: *decides to smirk* Never claimed to be a nice guy.

Dreville: But I thought you were nice.

Albaine: It depends on my mood.

Dreville: -shrugs- Oh well. You won...so what's your reward?

Albaine: My reward? *thinks, then shakes his head* Nah, I don't need a reward. *starts to coil his whip up, somewhat slowly, in case she wants to play again*

Dreville: No, you need a reward. -nods-

Albaine: Ummm...applause? *just thinking of something that's easy and will be over with soon*

Dreville: That's not good enough!

Albaine: Okay.... *thinks* Um...well you think of something. I can't.

Dreville: No you need to think of it!

Albaine: *sighs* Look, the only things I would want are things that you would be unable to give me. *wants peace of mind, assurance, those he can trust and knowledge*

Dreville: Oh...well, then! -hugs him-

Albaine: ... *does not return the hug*

Dreville: <3 -snugs- You're squishy.

Albaine: *rolls his eyes*I've been told that before.

Dreville: -snugs some more- You're pretty~

Albaine: You almost done? *looks irritated*

Dreville: Nope~ -clings-

Albaine: *sarcastic* Great... *sighs and thinks about just pushing her off*

Dreville: -squuezes him and peels herself off- Okay done!

Albaine: Good. *glad she's off of him*

Dreville: -grins and looks up at him a bit expectantly-

Oooh...I was wondering where you were getting these guesses from. xD

Albaine: *looks down at her* What?

Dreville: Nooootthinngg~

Albaine: Alright then. So what now? *thinking that he might just wander off again if she can't think of anything*

Dreville: I dunno. You choose!

Albaine: I don't know either. I might just go back to reading.

Dreville: -grins- Will you read to me?

Albaine: What? The book I'm reading at the moment? *thinking she'd probably like it*

Dreville: Yeah!

Albaine: Sure. You'd probably like it. Just follow me. *walks off to where he left the book*

Dreville: Okay~ -follows him-

Albaine: *keeps walking until he happens upon the book, The Shining* Okay. Hmmm... *opens the book and opens it to the chapter called Inside 217 so he can see how much she likes it and thus how twisted she really is*

Dreville: -sits in front of him and wiggles-

Albaine: *begins to read*

Dreville: -listens, her tail swishing-

Albaine: *stirs, then blinks awake* ...? Huh? *wonders where he is, what happened, and spots Bernice* O_O What the hell?! *quickly gets out of the bed as if it was going to eat him*

Bernice: *sleeping quite deeply, undisturbed by Albaine's movements*

Albaine: *debates yelling at Bernice for taking advantage of him, but figures that won't do anything and just stands there looking angry, wondering what he can do to get back at her* ... *thinks back to that journal and grins, thinking that would be appropriate - one violation of privacy for another* Now, where was that thing? *first gets dressed then looks around*

Journal: *lying on the corner of the small desk where it was set the night before after Bernice hastily shut it*

Albaine: *wanders over to the journal and looks at it for a second before opening it up, memorizing the exact position it was in before touching it*

Journal: *is several pages full of thick, cursive letters written in ink**starts off in a rather typical way, with the beginning date and something about being in Namiah, about the beings here and such*

Albaine: *skims through that section of the journal, noting thing here and there and not really learning much of anything*

Journal: *goes on to talk a little about what she's done and seen in Namiah so far, and who she's met*

Albaine: *continues to read, subconsciously happy for the distraction from what he did that night*

Albaine: *reads it* ... *surprisingly enough, is not any more angry at her than he was before, thinking that nothing she said in it was something he didn't already figure out before from waking up just a few minutes before, mutters* Hmph. Figures as much. *wouldn't have gotten drunk with her again anyways, even without the journal*

Journal: *shifts gears from a day-by-day recording to a log of memories and thoughts**speaks about not being entirely sure who she is, and having memories that couldn't possibly be hers, but in them it's clearly her experiencing the events*

Albaine: *reads it interestingly, finding it fascinating and wondering how it could be explained in the knowledge he knows of in his world, and wonders how much she revealed to him before while he was drunk for the purpose of pulling information out of him*

Journal: *is written is such a way that it it very clear that she is doubtful of her sanity because of these memories and has not met anyone with quite the same condition*

Albaine: ... *wonders about his own sanity, even if it doesn't have any comparison to Bernice's worries*

Journal: *goes into some stories of what she was able to remember, one of which is a story about being a small child dying during a plague, and another about being laced into a corset, the latter of which is marked by how mundane the action seems in memory, even though she herself detests the idea of them*

Albaine: *frowns a bit at the child dying in the plague, and doesn't really have an opinion of the corset tale*

Journal: *says something about having more memories, but most of them are just bits and peices like cooking for a moment or seeing a face, and that's the last of what is written*

Albaine: *quietly closes up the journal and puts it back where it was* ...? *wonders if he can sneak out of the house without getting caught, the weight of his actions pressing down on him as an almost self loathing for being stupid and naive, feeling like he's not going to escape this reputation intact* .. *looks up at the ceiling, wondering how far up he would have to go to up reach the outside*

Albaine: *puts an ear to the door and listens for a moment before opening it up slowly and walking out, closing it quietly and starts making his way toward the pathways which lead to the exit*

Frey: *darts past him, in and out of sight, through a hallway perpendicular to the one he's in**comes back into sight, walking backwards, with a peice of toast in his mouth, looking at Albaine curiously*

Albaine: ... *waves at Frey* Hello. *refrains from fidgeting or otherwise giving away how uncomfortable he feels, pausing since he spoke to help deter the impression that he wants to leave this place immediately*

Frey: *sits in the middle of the hallway and takes the toast out of his mouth* Hello. *blinks* Is that your hat in the front room?

Albaine: *nods* Yep.

Frey: Oh. Bathroom's that way. *points the direction where he came from then goes on his way*

Albaine: Oh, uh, thanks. *waves and decides to take the advice and head into the bathroom to use it and straighten up a bit, and walks out of it (yes, he washed his hands) and heads along on his way, hoping he doesn't run into anyone else again* *walks home*


(insert future Freyja and Frey RP?)


Albaine: *wanders out into the clearing*

Kara: *sitting under a random tree with her eyes closed*

Albaine: *spots Kara and waves* Hello. *glad he's not being bothered at the moment*

Kara: *waves back* Hi. *pats the ground next to her in invitation*

Albaine: *sits down next to Kara* So how're you?

Kara: *shrugs* Alright. How have you been?

Albaine: ...I've been better. *shrugs* Could definitely be worse too.

Kara: Really? What'd you do yesterday?

Albaine: *kind of startled, not expecting such a specific timeframe to be inquired about* Not much. I talked with someone and that's about it. *lying*

Kara: *can tell* *opens one eye to glare at him* If you don't want to tell me, you can just say so.

Albaine: It's just embarrassing. That's all.

Kara: *opens both her eyes and straightens up into a more traditional "conversation" position, as opposed to her earlier relaxed sprawl* Embarrassing in what way?

Albaine: Embarrassing in a 'I'd rather forget it ever happened' way.

Kara: *raises an eyebrow, dryly* Congratulations, you have succeeded in arousing my morbid curiosity.

Albaine: I have a bad habit of doing that. -_- Not with you, I mean. With others in general.

Kara: . . . Arousing morbid curiosity? oO

Albaine: Well, maybe not morbid curiosity. But yes, curiosity in general. *not even strickly talking of Namiah, and is intentionally moving the topic away from what he did yesterday*

Kara: *dryly* The morbid curiosity is not deflected so easily. *shrugs* Nevertheless, I accept the topic change. It's the top hat.

Albaine: The top hat? *thinks* Oh, Well, yeah.

Kara: The anachronism rings all their weirdness bells!

Albaine: Huh? *confused*

Kara: *speech punctuated by expansive arm waving* No one wears top hats anymore! Or that fluffy thing on your collar. You'd get a lot less curiosity if you dressed in a tee-shirt and jeans! Or maybe a trenchcoat. *pauses* Except it couldn't be a black coat, because you don't have long enough hair to pull it off.

Albaine: I don't really want to change my appearance. And that's not even the kind of curiosity that really bothers me to be honest.

Kara: *more arm waving* No one's saying you should change your appearance! It's part of what makes you . . . er, you. I'm just saying you attract curio- *abruptly cuts herself off and continues in a much more calm and normal manner* And what kind of curiosity does bother you?

Albaine: Unwarranted curiosity about my past.

Kara: Ah. *can't remember if she actually knows anything about his past* . . . Have I done that?

Albaine: *shakes his head* No, you haven't. You've been very polite about my past.

**tai goes to Albaine** Want some really strong wine? ^_~*

Albaine: *at Tai* No. I don't drink.

awww that's too bad...wanted to have some good memories for the next morning....I will catcha when you arte drinking tho, and when I do **cracks a whip** MEOW!! lol **runs away**

Kara: Oh, right! Because it's not like I tell anyone anything either. Good for me, not being hypocritical. *pauses* In this instance. *stares at him* And now I'm curious again, dammit. But in the interests of unpredictability, I'm not actually going to ask you anything right now.

Albaine: *ignores Tai* I'm sorry I'm making you curious. And I'm sorry that I don't feel like telling you. Though that's probably the reaon you're curious in the first place.

Kara: Well, it certainly doesn't help. *giggles* We could get Nek and have a group therapy session where we all reveal our Deep, Dark Secrets {TM}.

Albaine: I don't think I would enjoy that to be honest. -_-

Kara: *smiles* I don't think the rest of us would, either. And there'd be a secretary smiling benignly and taking down all our information to sell to Third World Countries to blackmail us into taking on illegal immigrants. ^^

Albaine: *thinking he already has something he could be blackmailed with* ...that would be creepy. Are you alright?

Kara: Yes, yes it would. I'm fine. *yawns* Completely fine~ . . . *leans her head on his shoulder* Wonderful, even . . .

Albaine: Um...that's great...? *scoots away, uncomfortable with the violation of personal space and feeling that Tomoe isn't being herself* I'm going to be going now... *waves and walks away*

Kara: *flops on the ground in relaxed pose, waves in Albaine's vague direction* Bye~ . . .

Albaine: *walking home from the clearing*

Bernice: *going for a walk, because at the moment she's rather irritated by a number of things*

Albaine: *hears footsteps and turns in that direction* ...? *sees that it's Bernice and debates in his head whether he wants to start an argument this late at night or to save it for later*

Bernice: *oblivious to his presense**just keeps walking*

Albaine: *sighs and glares at her* Hello. *looks irritated*

Bernice: *turns and sees him* Oh. *frowns* You read my journal.

Albaine: *blinks* What're you talking about? *good act of innocence, waiting for proof before admitting anything*

Bernice: You read. My journal. *staring him down* How much did you read?

Albaine: What makes you think I've read your journal? *waiting for proof*

Bernice: It wasn't where I left it. *being vague because she thinks if she said "The tassle was moved" she might look crazier than she already does*

Albaine: Hm. Fine. I read your journal. All of it. Why? Because you tricked me into having sex with you! *glares at her*

Bernice: *stares at him, somewhat in disbelief* What?!

Albaine: You did! One violation of privacy for another.

Bernice: *offended* Oh, excuse me! I didn't know I'd learned your private thoughts mid-coitus!

Albaine: You didn't, but dammit I don't like being taken advantage of!

Bernice: *laughs in surprise* Taken advantage of? I recall you being fine with it at the time!

Albaine: I was drunk.

Bernice: So was I!

Albaine: *can't really think of a good way to counter that* So? You were planning it the whole time.

Bernice: *crosses her arms* Which you wouldn't have known had you not read my journal, so while you were reading it you were getting back at me for something which for all you knew may have been a fluke!

Albaine: *sighs and just shakes his head, again, finding his logic is faulty* Well it wasn't. And if it was I'd be apologizing for it right now.

Bernice: Well sorry for thinking you might actually enjoy yourself! I wasn't trying to hurt you, you know.

Albaine: Well sorry for not being like most guys. *shakes his head, almost as if he's trying to stay mad despite her making him feel like he's in the wrong here and doing a pretty good job of it* And really, do I honestly seem like the kind of guy who would enjoy that?

Bernice: Who knows?! Why are you making such a big deal out of this?! If you were upset, you could have just gone home and ignored me or something, you didn't have to go out of your way to get back at me! And by the way, you //knew// I didn't want you to read it, all I knew was you didn't like it when I winked at you!

Albaine: You don't have to make me feel worse than I already do, /okay/? Stop it.

Bernice: Why should I? This is pretty much exactly what you did to me, except I have an actual reason.

Albaine: * reverses the situation to try to see where she's coming from and realizes that he'd be more irritated with her if she had read his journal rather than just sleeping with him* Okay /fine/. I shouldn't read your damn journal. I see what you're saying. If you'd read my journal that would have been worse.

Bernice: *imagines his journal is probably boring, but admittedly is tempted to read it just to spite him anyway**less angry, but still visibly upset* Even so, you can't take back reading it.

Albaine: I know, I know. I know I can't. *agitated* What do you want me to do? I don't think there's anything I can do. Not unless you want my opinion of the journal anyway.

Bernice: *frowns and raises an eyebrow* Oh, yeah, that's what I want to hear, about how I'm crazy for thinking I'm more than one person and paranoid for thinking anyone would bother to care.

Albaine: Honestly? I don't think you're sanity is at risk. There's probably a good reason for why you remember events you've apparently never experienced. And even if you are insane, at least your insanity won't hurt anyone. *very slight emphasis on the your*

Bernice: *picks up on the emphasis but doesn't think of asking right now* A good reason? Do you even remember where you are? *referring to Namiah and it's overall unexplainability**anger turning into general unsettledness as what she is experiencing is outside of her own knowledge, and thusly her "control"**starts to say something more, but stops herself*

Albaine: ... *sighs and shakes his head* You're not crazy. End of story. *just doesn't want to deal with her at the moment, though he isn't lying*

Bernice: *still has her arms crossed, but is now more holding her arms than crossing them sternly* Well, if I die again and I'm human again, I'll try to remember the Namir man who could speak with roaches telling me I'm sane.

Albaine: *doubts she's going to die* Alright. *nods* I'm heading off to bed. Too much drama today, I'm worn out. *waves and starts to walk off home*

Bernice: *sighs and turns to walk away* Good night. *leaves, getting the feeling she won't be graced with sleep or peace of mind for quite a while*

Albaine: *wanders out*

Albaine: *looks around, finding the number of namrah around rather strange for him*

Yetaru: *Tiptoes out, Iccarus riding on his shoulder. Briefly lets his mind wander and doesn't pay attention to where he's going, smacking into Albaine. Mews*

Iccarus: Fwe!!

Albaine: *is smacked into* Watch where you're going. O_o

Mizushi: That is good *Smiles*

Yetaru: *Rubs his head* Sorri *Looks up at Albaine, blinks*

Albaine: It's fine. *wonders what's up with the blinking*

Yetaru: *Smiles a friendly smile almost identical to his father's* Ar' yuu an acter?

Iccarus: *Warily eyes Albaine from Yetaru's shoulder*

Albaine: No, I'm not. I'm just from an older time in a world different than yours. *tired of all these comments on his appearance*

Yetaru: Ohhh *Blinks again* Sounds lyke yuu belong in a movie then

Albaine: Well, if you ever see any movies about my life...I'd probably want to get off this island. -_-

Yetaru: There could be *Cocks his head* There ar' Namrah here from games and stuff t'at did nae know they were in games

Albaine: Strange... *sincerily hopes the is no such thing* Well, not everyone can have a movie or a game made out of their lives. Too many people for that.

Yetaru: Yuu nevar know, there ar' a lot of movies out there

Albaine: How'd you like it if someone made a movie out of your life? I don't know about you, but for me it'd be a unwanted invasion of privacy.

Yetaru: *Shrugs* Ai nevar said it was a good thing, Ai just said yuu nevar know

Albaine: *sarcastically thanking this 'kid' for something new to worry about in his head* So you watch a lot of movies?

Yetaru: *Nods* Aye, Ai lyke learning about human things.

Albaine: Oh, so you were born on this island?

Yetaru: Aye *Lifts a hand to pet Iccarus* Me parents were unce human though

Albaine: Oh, well that's neat. *wonders how they felt about raising a child and having less than 2 months to enjoy doing so*

Yetaru: *Rocks on his feet* Du yuu have kids?

Albaine: *shakes his head* No, no kids for me.

Yetaru: Ahh, okay. *Shoves his gloved hands into his pockets* Ar' yuu new? Ai du nae remembar seeing yuu before...though Ai have nae been here in a while

Albaine: I've been here around for about a month and a half, so not too long.

Yetaru: A month and a half? Did yuu adjust well?

Albaine: *shrugs* I suppose so.

Yetaru: *Tilts his head back* Would yuu go home if yuu could?

Albaine: *thinks about that for a moment* ... *shakes his head* There's no place for me back where I came from. There's no place for me here either, though at least it's usually rather peaceful.

Yetaru: *Cocks his head* Well t'at can nae be true. Yuur here, so yuu must have a place

Albaine: *isn't sure how to explain it* Maybe. I'm not talking about a place to stay, mind you. *just wanted to get that out of the way*

Yetaru: Ai know *Rocks on the heels of his feet* But Ai've heard most Namrah t'at used tu be human, were brought here by "mystical" means. So, why would yuu have been brought here if yuu did nae have a place?

Albaine: For kicks, most likely. *thinking that he'll either make a place for himself or find one* Who knows. I'll probably find a place.

Yetaru: *Nods* It could just be t'at yuu have nae found yuur place. But Ai'm sure yuu have un here *Believes in fate xD*

Albaine: *just shrugs* How many humans have come here anyway?

Yetaru: Ai'm nae sure, Ai have nae met them all... *Counts of the ones he does know on his gloved fingers* Mama, papa, unca Erik, Daveigh, Van... *Isn't sure if the nobodies count* the crazi lady (Danari), Calum, and those ar' all the uns Ai know. So, at least 7

Albaine: Ah, okay. *wonders if that's a lot or not*

Yetaru: Ai'm sure there ar' more *Shrugs*

Albaine: *nods* Most likely. Well, I'm going to go for a walk. *waves* Bye.

Yetaru: Bye *Hugs Iccarus like a teddy*

Syd: -is out sulking by himself, because he figures it'd be better for him to be depressed alone than to bog his family down-

Albaine: *spots Syd* ...? Oh, hey Syd. *waves* Something wrong?

Syd: -blinks and gives Albaine a half wave- Hullo... -ears twitch- Oh...I'm just...I don't know...

Albaine: *nods* I know that feeling... Anything you want to talk about or just wait until it passes?

Syd: -shrugs- I guess I could talk about it...it's really rather ridiculous, though.

Albaine: *tilts his head curiosly* It's ridiculous?

Syd: Yeah... -sighs- Someone...a little, tiny child, told me some bad things...and now I can't get it out of my head.. -shudder-

Albaine: ... *thinks for a moment* A little girl, about this high *indicates* who has a thing for killing rabbits?

Syd: -nods slowly- Blonde?

Albaine: *nods* Yes, blonde.

Syd: Yeah...that's her... -grumbles-

Albaine: Creepy kid. *shakes his head* I suppose the right thing to say is that you shouldn't dwell on the bad things, but you know that and I can't say it because then I'd be somewhat of a hypocrite.

Syd: I tried...it keeps popping up, though...

Albaine: It'll do that. Especially if you're actually trying to forget it. Don't think of a watermellon. *waits a second* You thought of a watermellon, didn't you?

Syd: A watermellon?

Albaine: *shakes his head* It's just something Blazon told me once. The hardest thing to do is to try to not think about something. That was the example he used.

Albaine: Well, not the hardest thing to do. but it's still pretty hard.

Syd: Oh...I suppose he's right...I should distract myself...but everything distracting is at my house, and I don't want to go there...

Albaine: Because you'll probably worry your family, right? Which would probably make it harder to forget said things.

Syd: Right... -frowns- I hate making them worry...it happens too much.

Albaine: It's a double edged daggar. It's nice that they're showing how much they care, but at the same time it's not pleasant to bring down the mood.

Syd: Exactly... -sighs-

Albaine: *tries to find a way to change the subject* Do you know anything about a Namian newspaper?

Syd: -shakes his head- No, why?

Albaine: Because someone I know said that she talked to someone and that they were going to publish a help wanted ad in a newspaper, which made me wonder because I've yet to see a single newspaper being distributed around here.

Syd: Help wanted? For what?

Albaine: She wants to build a dance hall and needs some help in doing so.

Syd: Ouh...hm...there must be newspapers. Actually, now I'm fairly sure there are. I see a certain namir with one all the time.

Albaine: Well that's good. Do you think it has a lot of readers? *hasn't seen anyone at the house reading newspapers*

Syd: I'm sure it does...or maybe not. Namiah is small, so any news that happens, most of the community knows.

Albaine: Ah, okay. I take it there hasn't been a lot of news lately? *hasn't heard anything about the community other than the mating season*

Syd: No, not really... -sighs- It's rather boring.

Albaine: *actually wishes he could get some of that boring into his life since the past few days have been kind of tense and dramatic* Well, if there isn't any excitement and you're unhappy about it then the best thing to do is to do something about it. *told the same thing to Bernice*

Syd: -sighs- I suppose so... -taps his fingers- I wish I had a job... -frowns-

Albaine: Maybe you could make a job for yourself?

Syd: Maybe...there's a bar that closed down...maybe someone could open it again. -thinking aloud-

Albaine: *nods* Maybe. *understands he's thinking aloud*

Syd: -sags- But even that place was a bit boring...nothing interesting happened.

Albaine: So make it interesting?

Syd: D: Well I wouldn't be able to do it.

Albaine: Why not?

Syd: I'm not good with stuff like that. I'm kind of a boring chap.

Albaine: So...find someone who's good with it?

Syd: I don't know anyone who's good with it... -is being whiney-

Albaine: ...hence the need to go out and search for that sort of person?

Syd: D: -whines-

Albaine: *sighs* Why don't you speak with Bernice? She wants to start up a dance hall, so maybe you could help her with that and she can help you with the bar.

Syd: Bernice?

Albaine: *nods* She's a female anthro. Short hair, a dress, a hat...she kind of reminds me of the woman who were around in the 1920s. *mostly thinks back to her use of the word hooch*

Syd: Oh...I think I've seen her around...my friend Meth hit on her.

Albaine: So next time you see her around maybe you should talk to her?

Syd: Yeah, I'll try... oo.

Albaine: Want me to tell her next time I see her that you want to talk to her about a bar and the dance hall?

Syd: -nods- If you want...

Albaine: Okay, I'll be sure to do so.

Syd: -sighs, starting to look sad-

Albaine: *tilts his head* What's wrong?

Syd: I don't know... -thinks, his ears drooping- I feel so disappointed and lied to.

Albaine: Why is that?

Syd: Eh...I don't know... -fiddles with his ring- I was told that this place would be fun...and for a while it was, but, now, now I'd just rather be home.

Albaine: *frowns a little* You miss your home? *wonders what about it he misses*

Syd: Yeah... -ears perk- Well, don't get me wrong, I like it here, more than there. I mean...I like the people here. I've got more friends...and I'd never leave my family, but...if I could just go there, for a little bit, I'd be happy.

Albaine: *thinks he gets it* Ah, just a touch of homesickness? *hasn't really experienced this before in a great amount, but understands the feeling*

Syd: I suppose so... -chuckles- Not to mention there was much more to do there.

Albaine: Yeah, not much to do here. *smiles a bit*

Syd: But I'm too scared to try to go back...seeing how it would probably be through the way I came here...but what if I didn't go there, I just...died?

Albaine: Maybe it would be best if you didn't try to go back? In life there's always a price to pay for something...maybe the price you paid for the good life you found here is the inability to go back.

Syd: Maybe... -sighs- I should just be happy with what I have here...if I went back, successfully, it wouldn't matter, because everyone I know is here.

Albaine: Maybe the homesickness will pass as time goes by. *thinking he probably misses the old places he used to be in a lot*

Albaine: Maybe the homesickness will pass as time goes by. *thinking he probably misses the old places he used to be in a lot*

Syd: I hope so...

Albaine: *nods* I hope so to. *thinking about where he came from and is surprised at how much he doesn't miss it...only missing the only people he still trusts in the world*

Syd: Oh...we're talking about sad things again..

Albaine: *nods* I noticed. *isn't sure what to talk about now* Ever wonder about what could have been? *thinks this could be a sort of melancholy conversation, but could be dragged away from sad things easily*

Syd: I do... -ears slump- Although, I think, no matter what happened to me, I'd probably still end up here. It's strange, most of my friends died before me, all suicide.

Albaine: I don't think I ever could kill myself. I thought about it, even had a good reason to do so, but never did. *shrugs* Oh well. Where I come from we learn about these things called parallel universes. They're untold amounts of different layers of that dimension, only each a little different. Apparently a new one is formed each and every time someone makes a decision between 1 or more things.


Syd: Ouh...like...say, you see two cakes, one vanilla and one chocolate, and you choose vanilla, and your life goes on, but in the other you choose chocolate and your life goes on differently, based on that descision?

Albaine: *nods* Yep. That's why those who can travel between different dimensions have to be careful, otherwise they could wind up in the wrong layer. I don't know how they do it to be honest.

Syd: That's interesting...as a kid I always wondered about stuff like that...it made decisions really difficult.

Albaine: I didn't even know about that sort of stuff until when I was 14 or so. It was mostly something to joke around about where I come from though. If you wanted to say that you doing something was impossible it was common to say 'only in a parallel universe'. Because anything is possible if you take parallel universes into account.

Syd: Ah... -blushes slightly- I had a lot of nervous breakdowns when I was a kid...that whole concept never helped, either...I remember freaking out in fifth grade because I couldn't choose a pencil... -chuckles- Between me and my cousin, we had the worst reputation as whimps...

Albaine: Shopping must not have been fun for you if that was the case. Paper or plastic? Brand or generic? Not to mention what to buy. *thinks* I don't know if I ever had nervous breakdowns as a kid. If I did I'd probably get beaten. Well, as a little kid anyway. *shrugs* There are worse things than being a wimp.

Syd: No...but it got better as an adult...I don't worry anymore...well, I do...just not as severely.

Albaine: Well that's good. I think it's the opposite for me. I wonder more about what could have been than I had when I was a child.

Syd: Interesting how those sort of things happen, yeah? Not just mentally, but...well, I used to love carrots as a kid...but now I hate them.

Albaine: I don't like carrots when they're cooked. Not sure why, I just don't. *thinks* There are a few kinds of fruits that I used to like that I don't anymore.

Syd: Ouh...I used to like papaya, when I could get it. But I got sick of it when I was a teenager, because I moved to a much warmer place where they were sold.

Albaine: I don't think I've ever had that.

Syd: Oh..it's sort of...mushy. -shrugs-

Albaine: Oh...not sure if I'd like that. *not a big fan of mushy fruit unless it tastes really good or is a smoothie of some sort*

Syd: It gets gross after a while...actually, I'm not sure why I liked it so much...

Albaine: There are a lot of foods like that. The first bite is good, but after that it doesn't taste good.

Syd: Yeah... -laughs- I generally like foods that smell a lot worse than they taste.

Albaine: Really? I don't like foods that smell bad that much.

Syd: I think it came from growing up and eating fermented shark...it smells like ammonia, but it doesn't taste anything like it...also, I had a friend who somehow got durian fruit.

Albaine: I haven't had any of this stuff. Maybe I should have gotten out more and tried more things. *was rather preoccupied at the time*

Syd: Oh...well...I grew up partially in Iceland...and the durian was a completely illegal in America...so I'm not sure how he got it into California

Albaine: I guess he smuggled it there. *has the funny mindset that most teleporters have that smuggling is a snap, but understands that for a human it's not*

Syd: Maybe. -shrugs- I never trusted that kid...he got illegal stuff all the time.

Albaine: *smiles* Maybe he was a teleporter. *obviously joking*

Syd: -snrks- Maybe.

Albaine: *nods* Well, I'm going to head off now. Bye. *waves*

Syd: Alright...goodnight, mate. -smiles- Thanks for listening... -feels a little lame saying this, but, whatever-

*tosses Albaine into the clearing* Whoever wants to talk to him can talk to him. Otherwise he can just hang around here and not be lonely. xd

Albaine: *glares at Sara* stare

**Tai walks up to Albaine** You getting kicked out of your house? I bet that's annoying.

Albaine: I'm not getting kicked out of my house. -_- *wasn't even at the house, just sort of wandering around*

Oh, sorry Albaine. You remind me of an old friend I had.

Albaine: How the hell do you know my name anyway? stare *sighs and just shakes his head* Nevermind. I don't care. *figures she probably heard it someplace*

You are pretty popular around here Albaine. My friend you remind me of died.... he was just like you hehe ^_^ Well from what I have seen and heard about you.

Albaine: I don't want to be popular, and I doubt you understand me at all.

Why do you push me away when I try to talk with you?

Albaine: Because you annoy me?

I haven't said anything annoying, Albaine don't be childish ok. Can't you act civil?

Albaine: Annoyance is a matter of perception. If I view you as annoying then you are annoying. Maybe I don't like being compared to a friend you once had. Maybe I don't like the idea that you know anything about me when I don't know a thing about you. You haven't said a thing to me to make me think of you as someone I'd want to converse with.

Am I supposed to have a resume to talk to you? I mean thats how you get to know people, by talking. If you would stop being stuck up, I'm sure you would make great friends, it's only you thats missing out, just so you know.

Albaine: You are completely missing the point, and quite frankly I don't give a s***. All it does is to prove to me that you think you know me when you honestly don't, and nothing I say is going to change your mind or make you understand me better. I hardly need a friend like yourself, so why don't you just go and leave me in peace? I won't miss your company.

*insert line that went something like this, "Albaine, you find something wrong with all of Lillith's pets. You pick and choose who you like based on who your human likes, and that is really closed minded of you. It shows your ugliness as a person. I thought cockroaches are supposed to be afraid of the light, so why don't you scatter? Go drown in a lake" *

Albaine: Honestly, I don't give a f*** who you belong to or who my human likes. I have my own opinions and they are not relevant to what my human thinks. And if you hate me so much then why don't you just leave me the Hell alone?! Stop bugging me already and go hang out with your own friends. *walks away to cool off*

walks into the forest**

Kara: *sitting in another tree away from the clearing, meditating*

Albaine: *somehow manages to wind up near where Kara is meditating and decides to stop and generally look pissed off*

Kara: *calmly, eyes closed* You seem rather disturbed.

Albaine: I am. I had a rather unpleasant discussion with someone just a moment ago. stare *not glaring at Tomoe*

Kara: . . . Would you like to talk about it?

Albaine: Sure, if you'd like to listen.

Kara: *shrugs, slipping out of the tree* Then go ahead. *her shirt is a dark emerald green today*

Albaine: *wonders how to phrase this* Hmmm...where to start...this girl who thinks she knows me despite the fact that we have never even had a real conversation before decided to compare me to a friend she once had, saying I was just like him, and when I said that she probably doesn't understand me at all she asked me why I always push her away. So when I told her the reason -she's annoying- she gets offended and tells me to stop acting childish and stuck up, claiming that I'd make great friends if I weren't that way. I told her that she doesn't know me at all and that I don't want a friend like her, and she decided that obviously my dislike for her stems from the human she belongs to and that I pick and choose who I like based on the humans that my human likes. *shakes his head* Then she proceeded to insult me further, and somehow knew not only my name without me telling it to her but the fact that my Spirit Animal is a cockroach. I told her that I don't give a damn about the human's affairs and to get lost and leave me alone. At this I walked away to calm down.

Kara: *rather wishes Albaine had said who the girl was so she'd know who to stay the hell away from; taps her fingers on her thigh* Did it work? *smiles slightly*

Albaine: It probably did. *thinks of something* Oh, you remember that strange girl who offered me some strong wine so she could 'have some good memories the next morning'? *looks disgusted at the thought* That was her.

Kara: Well, that's good then. *pauses, making a mental note of the girl* I . . . see. Hmm.

Albaine: I wonder why she asked that anyway. Her intent was obvious, but still, what prompted it? *wondering if the news of what he did on the night of the 16th is spreading, and just shakes his head* Maybe it was some kind of joke or dare.

Kara: *shrugs* Possibly. *thought is flitting around, but she can't quite tell what it is yet*

Albaine: *contemplates a rumor mill spreading that mess a moment before realizing he's thinking on his surface layer and submerges those thoughts to a different layer* Either that or she's just a strange namir. I'm betting that's it.

Kara: *hears 'rumor mill' and 'mess' and thought pops to the forefront, nods distractedly* Ah, the night I had my . . . *pauses* Er, allergic reaction, I believe I asked you a question . . . *whole evening is kinda hazy*

Albaine: You asked me a few questions. One was 'what did you do yesterday', the other was what kind of curiosity I don't like attracting and in response to it you asked if you had done that and I told you that I hadn't. *listed off all the questions he remembers her asking, not sure which question she was talking about*

Kara: *considers* You don't appear to have answered the first one . . .

Albaine: No, I didn't... *starting to feel somewhat nervous again, but doesn't show it*

Kara: *tilts her head slightly to the side* Why don't you do so now?

Albaine: Because I was an idiot on that day. *kind of embarrassed, and would rather have Tomoe kind of get the gist of it rather that spilling it right off the bat*

Kara: . . . How so?

Albaine: *long pause* ... *can't think of where to start* ...I pushed my luck because things were fine the last time and it bit me this time. *being purposefully vague*

Kara: *pauses, then patiently* How so?

Albaine: ...let's just say that I can't remember anything beyond a certain point. >.> *becoming slightly less vague*

Kara: With the certain point being . . . ?

Albaine: *thinks to himself that that's the wrong question to be asking on his safe lower levels of thought*

Just spit it out already! It's not like you did anything illegal! xd ...or at least I don't think it's illegal. O_o

Albaine: ... *goes on with the increasingly less vague hints* Oh, the point didn't really matter. The point was somewhere in the middle of just normal conversation.

Kara: With the topic of said conversation being . . . ?

Albaine: *has no problem answering that* Oh, we were talking about whether Namiah could be some sort of afterlife and if there are other islands out there with different inhabitants other deceased people who do not come to Namiah go. *shrugs*

Kara: *instantly suspicious of the straight out answer after so much dancing around* Well, I didn't die to get here. *narrows her eyes and stares at him* That doesn't sound very embarrassing.

Albaine: Well it wasn't embarrassing. That's...not the thing. Never said it was. The embarrassing thing is that I stupidly agreed after some resistance to drink. -_- *got half of the thing out of the way, now just needs to spit out the rest if she doesn't get it*

Kara: *blinks* Don't you have, like, no alcohol tolerance?

Albaine: Well the first time was on an empty stomach, so it didn't agree with me much, no.

Kara: *raises an eyebrow* May I assume you committed some inane drunken stunt?

Albaine: Sure, go ahead. *suddenly gets a mental image of him being really out of character and doing something silly and embarrassing out in public prompted by the words drunken stunt* ... o_o *shakes the image out of his head* Okay, no, not that. -_-

Kara: *turns her laugh into a cough* I see . . . *suddenly get an idea* Who were you conversing with?

Albaine: *glad she's getting the picture* Bernice.

Kara: *blinks slowly* Ah.

Albaine: *nods* Needless to say, I'm not going to be drinking again. And that's a definite this time. *remembers that last time he said that it was a probably*

Kara: *pats the air over his shoulder* I definitely sympathize with your decision.

Albaine: Happy that your morbid curiosity has been answered? *not feeling tremendously embarrassed anymore, though it's still in the 'let's just try to forget about it' box*

Kara: *settles back down the few inches she had been floating to comfortably reach his shoulder* For the moment. *smiles*

Albaine: That's good. *looks up at the sky* It's getting kind of late, so I'm going to head home now. Have a good night. *waves and walks home*

Kara: *waves* Good night. *floats back into the tree*

Albaine: *wanders out*

Nek: *Still strangling Neko in her sleep*

<@x@> Wake up already!

Nek: Huh? *Blinks awake and spots Albaine* ... *Tosses Neko aside and waves*

Moonlight: ^o^ *pokes the ninja fish* To bad I can't really fight underwater.

Albaine: *waves back* Hello.

Nek: *Yawns and stands up* Hey...

Albaine: Just woke up?

Nek: *Nods* My 'human' was given something called 'coffee' yesterday, and she went crazy hyper, then crashed today, so I was able to sleep... *Stretches*

Albaine: Oh, I know what coffee is. It's alright, but not my thing really. *shrugs*

Nek: *Shrugs* I have no desire to try it *Is especially wary after the rum incedent* Beverages with extra 'effects' to them tend to overreact with me...

Albaine: *nods, remembering the rum incident* What about fruit juice with nothing added to it? Isn't that just like eating fruit? Or does that do something too?

Nek: *Sighs* It makes me act... Sweet... *Shakes her head* I usually only drink water because it's the only thing I know wont alter my behavior in some weird way...

Albaine: *nods* I would probably do the same thing if I had the same affliction. *isn't sure what to call it*

Nek: *Makes a note to stab Sara later* It is more of a curse...

Albaine: Well, at least water's good. Though some people don't like water, which is strange to me.

Nek: I didn't notice a difference in my world, or in this one, but apparently in my human's world there's 'mineral water', 'chemical water', and water with absolutely nothing but 'H2O'... And she only likes the 'mineral water'...

Albaine: It's like that in my world too. Bottled water is all the rage apparently.

Nek: *Blinks* Bottled? So glass isn't rare in your world?

Albaine: Actually, most of the water is bottled in plastic, but glass isn't rare where I come from either. It used to be bottled in glass before plastic became popular, and some of the brands of things still use glass to this day.

Nek: *Arches a brow* Plastic?

Albaine: *nods* Yep. Plastic. *doesn't have an example to show her*

Nek: *Inspects the bottle* ... *Drops it and reinspects it when it doesn't break* Plastic is very sturdy?

Albaine: Hm, sort of. It's pretty durable. You can even crumple it and it'll more than likely come back to its original shape so long as you didn't step on it or press it too hard.

Kara: *walks into the clearing*

Nek: *Too intrigued by the bottle to notice Kara* I could? *Begins to crumple it in her hands, then try to mold it back into a bottle*

Albaine: Yep. *looks over at Kara and waves* Hello.

Kara: *waves back slowly* Hello . . .

Nek: *Vaguely notices Kara and half-waves without looking at her, still focused on the bottle* Does it still do this with water in it? *Squishes the bottle and reforms it again*

Albaine: *wonders if "Tomoe" will come over now that she can see that things are okay between her and Nek* It's a harder to crumple it depending on how much water is in it, but yes.

Kara: *slowly walks over*

Nek: *Squishes the empty bottle in one hand and tries to squish the full bottle in the other* Hmmm... *Empties half of the full bottle into the empty and tries it again, causing a leak in the bottle she was crumpling before* Gah! It broke!

Albaine: *at Nek* It'll do that. *at Kara* How are you?

Kara: *nods* Fine, and yourself?

Nek: *Goes about trying to plug up the leak* Leather really is the only way to go with carrying water... *Finally sets the bottles aside after soaking her tunic front trying to stop the one from leaking, then looks up at Albaine and Kara*

Albaine: I'm alright. *not entirely sure what to say about the water situation*

*pokes Albaine* Stop feeling out of it. =3

Albaine: What are you talking about? O_o *wasn't feeling out of it*

Kara: *awkwardly* That's good . . . *waves a bit at Nek*

Nek: *Yawns, then waves a bit back, blinking boredly* What's going on?

Albaine: Not much...other than I've been bored out of my mind since yesterday. -_- I'm thinking about tracking down another book to read.

Kara: *shrugs* Did you finish the one you were reading earlier?

Nek: How about looking up 100 Years of Solitude? *Sighs at being ignored after the wave and stands up to go find something else to do, since she wouldn't know anything about books other than one Neko told her about*

Albaine: Yep. It was pretty good. The boiler-

*tosses a pebble at Albaine* No spoilers!

Albaine: *is hit by a pebble* stare Anyway, it was a good book. *at Nek* I could try. I don't think we have it at the house though, and my human doesn't go to the library.

Nek: *Doesn't like being ignorant, and especially doesn't like admitting it around someone who will most likely make fun of her for it, like Kara*

Kara: Well, that's good then. *smiles a bit at Nek* Has your human been giving you much trouble?

Nek: ...Sort of... *Leans against the tree*

Albaine: Just the normal stuff she's always doing?

Nek: Yeah... Other than the 'coffee' thing...

Kara: *just listens*

Albaine: *nods* Thought so. *wondering when that awkwardness will end* So does your human give you trouble? *at Kara*

Nek: *Crosses her arms in front of her chest* ...

Kara: *shrugs* Well, she hasn't stolen the curtains for a while.

Albaine: Stolen the curtains? Well that's good. *has absolutely no idea why this is important and knows it*

Nek: ... *Adjusts her whip, debating getting some practice done before she turns in for the night* *Looks at the ground, feeling out of place, since she doesn't really know what 'curtains' are* ...

Kara: *quietly* Yes, yes it is.

Albaine: *senses the awkwardness and is uncomfortable with it, but thinks that bringing it up would probably be a bad thing this early after the incident he thinks started the mess* ...the conversation's really slow tonight... *wishes Blazon was here to get a conversation going, and wonders if he can channel his living friend's spirit, looking up at the sky* ...looks like it's going to rain sometime tomorrow.

Nek: *Looks up at the sky* Rain would be nice...

Kara: *brightens* A good thunderstorm would be nice.

Albaine: *nods* Yeah. *likes the clean smell after it rains* ... *thinks of some happy memories of a 12-13 year old self playing out in the rain because a mischievous 10 year old girl named Ellenoir snuck out to play in it too, and looks lost in thought*

Nek: *Sighs* Maybe some nice, cold hail... *Closes her eyes, remembering many cool and calm nights spent outside sleeping in the drizzle and wet*

Kara: *voice has a dreamy quality* And you can feel it vibrate in your bones . . . Feels like home, nearly.

Albaine: *at Nek, just curiously though he doesn't like hail himself* Do you like hail? *at Kara* Your home get a lot of thunderstorms?

Nek: Yes... *Shudders a little, suddenly remembering a battle with Kuit during a thunderstorm that roiled and thundered along with the lightning* ...Home? *Shoves the battle aside and tries to remember her earlier years with her mentor and foster-siblings* Would a home... *Shakes her head, turning to stretch her arms and look off into the forest*

Kara: *shakes her head, still dreamily* Not near enough.

Albaine: Ah, okay. *looks at Nek* Wondering something about homes? *just curious*

Nek: It's nothing...

Kara: When your soul sings at its presence . . . *comes out of it, next bit sadly* And yet I miss what I've never had and don't recall clearly anyway. *sighs*

Nek: *Simply nods* And the drops fall down as blood and share as the blade swings full... *Has an almost singsongy quality, but sourly so*

Albaine: *tilts his head* Alright. *isn't sure what to say to either of them*

Kara: *glances over at Nek* Hmm. *would make a little rhyme back, but recognizes the signs of bad memories*

Nek: *Shakes her head to clear it* It is late... The mind tends to want to wander...

Albaine: Yes it does. *keeps the fact that he keeps such thoughts to himself to himself* I'm heading off to bed now. Night. *waves at the two, and leaves*

Kara: *inclines her head slightly; waves to Albaine* Understandable. *smiles slightly* For wherever I wander and whither I roam, I never have found the place I call home . . . *quietly, to herself* Not that having no clue where to look helped really . . .

Nek: Why am I out again? *Secretly wants to learn more about the technology from other worlds so she can avoid being made fun of by Kara*

Albaine: *wanders out*

*hands Albaine my MP3 player* Educate the uninformed. =D

Albaine: *blinks* What? O_o *looks around* Oh, hello. *waves at Nek*

Nek: Hey *Returns the wave* What's that? *Points at the MP3 player*

Albaine: *looks at the MP3 player* I think it's called an MP3 player. It plays music. I think the M and P stand for Music Player. I don't know what the 3 indicates.

Nek: That little thing can play music? Is it some type of instrument? *Wonders how it's played*

Albaine: *shakes his head* It stores songs somehow...it runs off of electricity.

Nek: That electricity thing again... *Shakes her head* So, what kind of music does it play?

Albaine: It plays all sorts of music. *turns it on, waits for it to load, and goes to track down a song that isn't too annoying* Put these in your ears. *hands her the earplugs and continues searching* This song's alright. *plays*

Nek: *Listens and twitches a little* Do the plugs make it go into your brain? *Not used to hearing music as if it comes from inside her head* And... This is not like any music I have heard before...

Albaine: The plugs are where the music comes from. *goes to find a different song she'd probably like better* Hmmm...oh, this one. It's pretty funny. *plays A Boy Named Sue*

Nek: *Bobs her head a little to the guitar, actually laughing to the song sometimes*

Albaine: *nods* Yep, that's a funny one. *searches*

*intervenes* Play this one! =D *puts on "It's Me again Margaret"*

Nek: *Gets a funny expression on her face, unable to figure out what she thinks of the song* ...Is a telephone like the cellphone?

Albaine: *nods* Yep. They're pretty much the same.

Nek: *Cackle-snorts a little* And... *Shakes her head, trying not to laugh yet laughing too hard to speak*

Albaine: *waits out Nek's suppressed laughing fit, anticipating another question*

Moonlight: *walks into the clearing and spots Nek and Albaine* Hey! *notices something weird about Nek* What's wrong with you?

Nek: *Successfully stifles her laughter the moment Moonlight's voice reaches her ears* Nothing... *Maintaining a straight face with great difficulty*

Albaine: *waves at Moonlight* Hello. *is holding an MP3 player* How're you?

Moonlight: I'm good, and you? *eyes Nek*

Nek: *Takes out one of the headphones to listen to the conversation better*

Albaine: I'm alright.

Moonlight: *just now sees the MP3* What's that?

Nek: It's some type of music playing device

Albaine: *nods* Yep. Want to see?

Moonlight: Music, but it's so tiny. *looks it over* I can see it fine, but I'll like to listen to it. ^.^

Nek: *Hands the headphone she took out to Moonlight* It goes in your ear...

Albaine: *gives Moonlight a chance to put the headphones in and tracks down that song that Nek liked "A Boy Named Sue*

Nek: *Tries to supress her laughter at hearing the song again, but fails and bursts out laughing at funny points in the song* XD

Moonlight: *looks at the headphones for a moment before putting it on* Is this what you call singing? *isn't really paying much attention the the lyrics*

Albaine: *at Moonlight* Listen to the lyrics.*thinks she'd find it funny if she payed more attention*

Moonlight: *blinks at Nek when she starts laugh* :O Nek is laughing, is the world coming to an end? *is too shock to listening to them*

Nek: *Gets control of her laughter long enough to blink at Moonlight* It's called 'singing' *Loses control and laughs again*

Albaine: *hums "It's the End of the World As We Know It" for a couple seconds at Moonlight's comment before realizing he's doing it and stops*

Nek: *Just barely heard the humming* What song was that?

Albaine: It's called "It's the End of the World as We Know it, and I feel fine".

Moonlight: It didn't sound like singing to me. *heard the name* That sounds like that would be an interesting song.

Nek: *Cocks her head to the side*

Albaine: Ummm... *gets out of singing it by playing the song on the MP3 player*

Nek: *Listens, just barely being able to keep up with what's being said, and not understanding two-thirds of it* <@.@>

Moonlight: *looks at both of them since they didn't really say anything* What? What's with the silence?

Albaine: There's not much to be said about the song, to be honest.

Nek: *Dragged away* Hey-wait! I haven't gotten the thing out of my- *Finally frees the headphone from her ear* Okti zengk *Waves goodnight to Albaine and Moonlight*

Albaine: *waves goodbye to Nek*

Moonlight: See ya! *waves* She really needs to learn not to be drag around by others.

Albaine: *shrugs* It happens. The humans have no patience sometimes.

Moonlight: So, she still shouldn't let people do that. I don't let my human to do so. ^.^

Albaine: I think the closest I've come to being dragged around was when Sara pushed me into the clearing. Normally I just walk though.

Moonlight: *looks up at the sky* So, what is it like in your world?

Albaine: *tries to find a way to describe the modern world to someone who doesn't know it* It's very diverse, and there are a lot of cities with tall buildings. It's always light out in the cities, even if the sun is down. *fails at descriptions*

Moonlight: *turns to look back at him* Too much to explain? I should have thought of that.

Albaine: Yes, way to much to explain. Especially considering I'm no good at describing things in the first place. *decides to take a smaller section of the world* Most of the people with supernatural connections resided in these settlements called communities. It's pretty much a very large town, isolated from the rest of the world by well-kept secrets about what is within. There the people can keep updated on the happenings of the world that are normally secret from the normal humans and learn about their powers, like how to control them.

Moonlight: I see, and don't worry about being bad at describing. I can be pretty good at figure out what people mean. What kind of powers do you have in your world? Is it normal magic?

Albaine: We don't actually call it magic where we come from. Magic is something different in our world, like sending an inanimate object somewhere, making something out of nothing, cursing or blessing a location, and things like that. Elemental powers don't really count as magic, and we also have psychic powers. Those include telepathy, mental domination, pyrokinesis, summoning storms, teleporting, shape shifting, immortality of several sorts... *slows down some as he struggles to think of the others* ...healing, time manipulation, travelling between dimensions, and there's probably more that I'm forgetting. Some of those are probably considered magic where you come from, if not all of them.

Moonlight: Umm... ok. *doesn't deal with a lot of magic*

Albaine: *feels like he overwhelmed her or something* What kind of powers do you have where you come from?

Moonlight: I don't really deal with a lot of it. I mostly just have to fight against it, which is really annoy. *looks up at the sky again* Well, I should get going. Bye. *leaves*

Albaine: Okay, night. *waves*

Albaine: *sitting down beneath a tree, looking on the verge of falling asleep*

Clare: *sighs as she floats in after Antara* Long shot anyway . . . *looks around the clearing* Who does she talk to anyway?

Albaine: *hears the words plant girl and blinks awake* Huh? *looks around* ...? *half waves at the witch*

Clare: *waves back, pauses a moment and floats closer* Excuse me, but have you seen a female anthro with longish black hair, a rad tank top and slightly darker pants? Recently?

Albaine: Last time I saw her was last night. *sits up, curious* Need to find her for something?

Clare: Figures. *crosses her arms and huffs* She's late for an appointment.

Albaine: *tilts his head, wondering what the appointment is for* Well, sorry I can't be of more assistance. *wonders if he even wants to assist, considering he doesn't know the situation*

Clare: *shakes her head* Nah, it's fine,she's good at hiding . . . *mutters* I'm actually rather surprised she hasn't pulled this before. *sighs* Well, if you do see her, can you tell her I'm looking for her?

Albaine: *nods* Okay. I can do that.

Clare: *nods, reverts to shy form* Th-thank you, sir. *floats off*

Albaine: *nods and debates making himself comfortable again to risk falling asleep or to just head home*

Kara: *drops out of the tree as soon as Clare is really gone* Persistent . . .

Albaine: *blinks when Kara drops out of the tree* ...I did not know you were there. *has that tone of "I need to pay more attention"*

Kara: *smiles* That would be the point. ^^

Albaine: So did you get in the tree before or after I almost fell asleep here?

Kara: Er . . . About the same time, really.

Albaine: Huh. Neat. *wakes up a little more* So how was your day? Aside from avoiding something, I mean.

Kara: *airily, and quite possibly prevaricating* Oh, pleasant enough. Yours?

Albaine: It was good. *realizes he still has the MP3 player and looks at it* I'm surprised Sara didn't take this away from me. What if it had gotten stolen while I wasn't paying attention?

Kara: *glares daggers at the MP3 player* It would have been all to the good.

Albaine: *smiles* You don't like the MP3 player much, do you?

Kara: *glare shifts to Albaine, and downgrades to a simple look* Not at all. ^^

Albaine: I know why. *nods understandingly* We've had that discussion before about how it hinders listening and you had the unpleasant experience of that song which I shall not name. So it would have not been missed. Well, excluding Sara who would probably miss it quite a big deal.

Kara: *scowls at the mention of the unnamed song, handwaves* Ah, she would've gotten over it.

Albaine: Knowing my luck she would have gotten a new and improved one with more memory to put additional annoying songs onto it.

Kara: *makes a face and mock shudders* Ooo, point. It's too risky!

Albaine: Exactly. *stretches a bit and gets up and looks off in the direction Clare left* So she doesn't retrace her steps?

Kara: *smirks smugly* She doesn't think she needs to, since she's looking with this. *taps her temple, then laughs* Not that she has steps to retrace in the first place . . .

Albaine: *smiles at the joke* True, she did float rather than walk. And only checking with your mind isn't very good. What if the person can keep under the mental radar?

Kara: As far as she knows, I am rather bad at shielding. ^^;

Albaine: Ah. I guess she doesn't know about the hunter's method's of keeping under the radar. *yawns* It's getting late, so I'm heading to bed. Night. *waves and walks home*

Kara: Night! *waves* ^^ *floats back into the tree*

Albaine: *takes shelter from the rain beneath a tree, and notices Nek, half waving*

Nek: *Halfwaves back, still wondering what the other Namir is doing*

Kara: *is just standing out in the open getting rained on*

Albaine: *waves at Kara*

Nek: *Half-waves at Kara as well, sighing and leaning back against her tree*

Kara: *lifts her hand to wave at Nek and Albaine, but her arm just drops back to her side*

Albaine: *tilts his head and wanders over* Are you alright?

Nek: *Sighs again and follows Albaine* Something happen? *Wonders if Kara had one of the strange dreams she and Albaine had*

Kara: *shrugs jerkily* It was just a nightmare . . . *voice has strange flat/monotone-ish quality*

Albaine: *frowns, understanding how horrible nightmares can be* I'm sorry you had a nightmare.

Nek: *Nods at Albaine's words, holding back her own for the moment*

Kara: *laughs hollowly* I'm sorry too . . .

Nek: *Arches a brow but continues to merely observe*

Albaine: Well, best thing to do is to not dwell on it if it's possible. *just quoting from Bernice, and is doing so obviously* Even if it is painfully hard to take your mind off things. *sounds like he's speaking from experience more than refering to Kara*

Kara: I've tried . . . Ra, I've tried so hard, but he's still there, always there, laughing . . . *gives some sort of strangled half-laugh, and may actually be crying but since it's raining is rather hard to tell*

Nek: They never leave... Not until we settle their ghosts... Or make them into ghosts... *Spoken quietly and mostly to herself, her hand reaching up to absentmindedly rub at her shoulder*

Albaine: ... *feels a certain mood setting over him and kind of shakes it away*

Kara: *laughs bitterly* Oh, I tried that too . . . And I roamed so far he ne'er should hae reached me, but still, still . . .*angrily yanks her fingers through her hair* And then he died anyway.

Nek: *Shakes her head and looks off to the side, watching her fingers waver between their physical and water form in the rain*

Albaine: Even ghosts have a way of lingering...especially ghosts. *shudders*

Kara: *seems not to have heard Albaine* Too young, he was too young to go out . . . hope is . . . is- *breathing hitches* Illogical . . .

Nek: Repeating facts that are obvious have no meaning... Hope is not only illogical, it is meaningless...

Albaine: ...great, at the moment we're all pessimists. -_- *is kind of brought out of it from the tone of voice that they're assuming, something that he just doesn't do easily*

Kara: Does realizing the truth make you a pessimist? *smiles wryly* "My life for yours" is meaningless when you cannot die . . .

Nek: And all too meaningful when someone else can...

Albaine: ...I'm already dead? *has nothing to add, and is kind of making commentary so he doesn't stand there like an idiot doing nothing*

*humans all laugh at Albaine*

Kara: *says nothing, merely turns her face up to the rain . . . although something that may be a snicker escapes after Albaine's insight*

Nek: *Blinks at what Albaine said, not sure whether to laugh or simply walk away*

Albaine: Oh sure, everybody laugh at me because I can't think of anything clever to say. -_- I don't care. *sounds like he does, but really doesn't*

Nek: *Thinks a moment* But that was clever...

Kara: *nods, still staring upwards* That it was . . .

Albaine: It was? *doesn't see how it could be clever*

Nek: It was the three point of veiws, one who can't die, one who can, and one who has...

Kara: *smiles wryly* And having never tasted true death, I spoke to the gatekeeper and he would not let me pass . . . *rubs at her eyes angrily* I'm sorry . . .

Nek: *Getting ticked off by anything that could be coming from a poem or rhyme or even just anything not wholly explained tonight* ... stare

Albaine: Oh, okay. *at Kara* It's alright, it happens.

Kara: Not to me . . .

Albaine: *suddenly is unsure of what they are talking about, but decides not to worry about it* Anyways... *isn't quite sure what to talk about, but uses the word sort of as a forced change of topic*

Kara: *takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly* How have you been?

Albaine: I've been alright. Sort of a long day, though most of it was spent sleeping. *rubs his eyes* I sleep too much.

Kara: *laughs* And I don't sleep enough. Maybe we could trade?

Albaine: Wish I could. Anyway, it's getting late, so I'm going to head home. Night. *waves*