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「強子 Kyouko」

[Section A - Hallways]

Kyouko jogged up to Fal, as he jogged up to the rest of the group. As Fal tried to make sure she kept up, she got a little ahead of him. She was used to speedwalking, due to her short stature. She silently smiled as she walked with the group.

Then there was heard some mumbling behind them, and then a screech. She turned around to see some invisible force was slicing through the walls. She yelled "Get down!" to the group, reaching behind her for Fal, grabbing his shoulder, and shoving him down under it as she ducked as well, making sure to put her horns parallel to the ground, so they wouldn't get touched either. After it passed over, she looked back up to see a man charging straight at her.

Fortunately for her, she was used to some self defense techniques, and adopting a guarding stance, prepared for when he got to her. She noted the sword, and became uneasy. "PLEASE STOP, I don't want to hurt you!!" She shouted this, knowing full well it would most likely have no effect, and thus, maintained her guarding stance, ready to dodge and/or strike as necessary.

「夢力 Muryoku」

[[Edge .:. Floor 1 - Section A .:. Hallways]]

The speed of the traceur was almost unreal, clearly surpassing Olympic speeds and allowing him to close the distance in much less time than one would expect. He turned his attention to the wall at the last moment as he jumped at it, kicking off of it and propelling himself into the air to attack Kyouko from above.

However, instead of bringing the sword down on the girl, he let his free hand clench into a fist and soar towards the oni, the unseen kinetic energies gathering at the front of his hand for a surprise. "If I can't remember my name I'll just remember yours instead! Give it to me!"

{ S O R Y U J U }

"C'est l'amour."

The appearance of a man with a makeshift blade was enough to cement Soryuju's paranoia. They were not just alone; they were alone with psychopaths. This place was dangerous. He'd been right to tell Thel to stay close, he'd been right to suspect foul play. Why did his paranoia always have to prove true?

He didn't have a chance to respond to the man's initial charge, watching as he bounced off the wall toward the young woman with horns, of all things, in an attempt to hurt her- to hurt a girl! Oh, no no no, that was not cool, not cool at all. There was a burst of anger, of disgust, and the adrenaline rushed through his veins, pushing him to take action the instant he had the chance-

As the young half-oni (seriously? A half demon? What the bloody ******** was going on in this place?!) grappled and tossed the man, Soryuju dash toward him, not giving him a chance to even make contact with the floor before sending a powerful soccer-kick to his gut, toes first. Maybe if he missed, he'd break some ribs in the process too?

{ S O R Y U J U }

"C'est l'amour."

Searing, ungodly pain. As if the man's hands were cutting through his thigh. Without even meaning to, he let out a grunt, a growl, and suddenly-

"SON OF A b***h!" he shouted, hopping up with his other leg, giving way to gravity; however, on his way down, he thrust his leg at full force into the man's face, the heel of his shoe threatening to break his nose, if not more. As the foot made contact (or didn't), he fell to the ground, his back taking most of the blow before attempting to crawl away.

[Section: A - Hallways]

Sinopa stood there as the walls cracked, doing a mental checklist of what had pretty much gone down since he woke up.

Waking up in a strange and funky hospital? Check. Meeting up with others who seemed to have no idea how they got there? Check. Finding a 'half-oni'(Sino had no clue what an oni actually was, but knew enough that it wasn't human) as well as some guy who can make the walls crack and carried a sword and seemed UTTERLY WHACKO? And said whacko was attacking people cause he couldn't remember his own name? Check, check, and check.

After suming that up, he did what would've been natural for a fox to do in a situation like that...or rather, what he assumed, considering he doubted actual foxes ended up meeting with 'half-onis' and crazed psychopaths with weird powers. He crouched down low, eyes alert, body tense.

And then he ran. He had figured his chances of survival in this encounter would be slim to none. Especially if that guy getting attacked(which he assumed was happened from the swear) didn't last long and psycho needed a new target.

Feeling a slight amount of guilt, Sinopa ran away, legs and arms pumping. He ran faster then a normal human. Not as fast as if he was a fox, but still pretty damn fast. But he needed to get the hell out of there and to somewhere safe.

{ S O R Y U J U }

"C'est l'amour."

As the man let go of his leg, Sory immediately got to his own feet, though his right leg had an obvious limp. It was bleeding, with gashes around it as if someone had cut clear around it, trying to get within. What the ******** was this man? A half-oni, and now a man who could cut with his mind?!

As the man called his threat, the blond heard a cutting noise; noticed the man's hand on the wall, and could only guess what was next. He turned, threw at least half a dozen needles at him. The man was a monster, how could they possibly hope to beat him?! They were just humans!

I can't let them down!

He pulled his arms across his chest and ducked his head to the side, hoping the needles wouldn't damage him all that much. He was defending himself instinctively, there was no thought to his actions as he waited...

... and waited?

He opened his eyes slowly, and realized that he was completely encased in a bubble of translucent green energy. He blinked, but remained steady, watching as the needles made contact and fell harmlessly, as if they'd struck a wall. He could feel a tickle in the back of his mind, like a muscle that had never been used before. As the man jumped for him, he ducked his head again... only to hear slicing noises against the barrier, which held strong.

Questions later!

Swiftly reaching down to grab the sword that the psychopath had dropped before grabbing Soryuju's leg, he held it up in his hands, glaring at the man. He focused intently on the strange tickling feeling, trying to remember it, trying to acclimate to the effort; the barrier held strong.

"My name is Soryuju. Now, calm the hell down before I behead your sorry a**!"

[[Edge .:. Floor 1 - Section A .:. Hallways]]

Edge hands collided with the barrier, slicing at it numerous times before he realized it was no good. He could only grin at Soryuju's threat before saying, "You? Behead me? You mean like this?!" A line traveled across Edge's neck, etching a cut all the way around and drawing a bit of blood. "I'm the king of cuts, Sorrujo. Your edge is nothing compa-" Edge stopped, as though he'd run into a brick wall.

"Edge. Edge... edge... worth? Edgeworth... That's right, that's my name..." The previous bloodlust was again replaced by the extreme annoyance he had previously, though he wasn't able to rest just yet. The Kotic ducked beneath Thel's swing before jumping backwards, his movements less frantic and deadly than before. He placed his hands in his pockets and stared down the Osteokinetic, sending waves of shallow cuts (very few of which capable of drawing blood) her way in an attempt to bring her back to a sensible state of mind using pain. "Stupid beast, stop making such a racket and stay still."