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Haruko sighed as she finished cleaning up the mess she caused she turned her back against her fellow Conclavers. She had imagined a big appluse but instead it was quiet and they had already moved onto their next subject: tea. It really did bug her that no one understood her methods or wantend to understand her.

Haruko grabbed her own cup with her number VIII on it and filled her cup quietly with tea. "I see no one had fun watching that except for me lowlifes," she gritted her teeth while saying this. She quietly walked to a far corner table and put her head on the table. After a good killing like that it wore on her abit since she had not tortured anything in a while. She saw that number X had come back and she really did not care. She could die and she would not care about that person that could not actually hurt a person. Her hat fell onto the table as her thoughts stopped and her eyes shut. She fell asleep thinking of her life back on her home planet.

Solaris

Sorry...

...I'll be taking my leave now.

{Traverse Town : Second District : Underground Sewer}

When Merlin finally finished his casting and stretched out, Sol nearly collapsed from relief. Five minutes of consecutive spell castings had wiped him out. He wasn't used to it. But, even as a bead of sweat rolled down his face and dropped to the ground, he felt a well of excitement rise up. If Merlin could teach him...maybe he could eventually become as powerful as him! It was a really exciting thought. To one day become that powerful....

Shaking his head, he disregarded those thoughts. So far Merlin had not given any real indication that he would even be willing to teach him. So, with a bit of sadness, he fought down that well of excitement and hope. "My name is Solaris Teodolis, sir." He said, looking down at the ground.

[Traverse Town :: Second District]

Window could barely keep up with the Viera as he acrobat-ed his way into a new section of town. Where did he get all of this energy? And why did he display his physical prowess so openly? Window was still too used to his planet's conservative and humbling customs (one should not proudly display his superiority like that) and the ritualized forms of physical contact. Thus, it was even more of a shock when the two of them turned a corner--and Window (who was rushing to stay behind Nalo) ran smack into a woman. Window tried his best to step around her, but he was not as graceful as his companion and ended up clipping her side. Since most of his body was bare, the touch of the woman's own skin sent shivers and a shock to Window's mind. This extensive contact with strangers was so wrong! The man tumbled to the ground, narrowly missing a small child who was walking with the woman in pink. Embarrassed, Window scrambled up and looked to see if the woman had fallen as well, and he had instinctively proffered his hand to help before even seeing her condition. "My deepest apologies, miss!" Window exclaimed. "I am afraid that I was traveling too quickly to be aware of my environment. The fault lies with me. And I hope I did not endanger your child!" Window looked back to see where Nalo had disappeared before turning back to the two he had bumped into. Hopefully he wouldn't lose the Viera.

[*~Youni~*]
"...."


[First district: Outside Hotel Cafe w. Aerith]

....Everything started with nothing.

and things moved with no sense ....

.... the presence of many buffering against it

.... imprinting what was missing.

"Never...leave your friends.. behind." Youni said stoically back to the healer, concentrating on the meaning of each word. Never; meaning to not allow something forever. Leave; the act of moving on without anothers presence, or something. Your; something that belongs to you- means that it is yours. Like her clothes. Aerith said these were hers.
Friends.... friend.
One who entertains for another such sentiments of esteem, respect, and affection that he seeks his society aud welfare; a wellwisher; an intimate associate; sometimes, an attendant.

This bond falls into many subcatagories...
Aerith claimed this title in association with her many times.

Youni knew the litteral term, she looked it up in a dictionary.
But Aerith could see where her undertsanidng feel short. In the way her eyes expressed no warmth, no inner recognition of how wonderful friendship feels.
She couldn't comprehend the gravity of friendship, it true meaning, it's feeling.
To Youni it was just another word. Another peice of data, nothing more.
Nothing...

...yet.

"Never, leave your friends behind."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Solaris. Now, would you like a cup of tea?" he asked, holding his arm out yet again, obviously inviting Solaris to come along for his next teleportation. "I have some ready at my house. We can chat there, if you'd like. I just want to get away from these sewers- Heartless tend to fester in here."

[∫ ʋ ʓ ʋ ʁ ᾲ ɳ]
{You look like you fell down a tree and hit every possible branch on the way down.}

[Traverse Town :: Second District Cafe]

"Not much-" Suzu started to reply when the finely dressed man approached Sory. It all looked rather shady to her, the sly look on the man's face and all. Did such transactions usually go on in cafes on other worlds? Suzu, having grown up in royalty wasn't really subjected to the nastier end of people unless it involved advisors. Never, ever trust advisors ... especially advisors with beards.

Suzu watched Rufus walk away with a worried look on her face. Exactly what was going on? She didn't like to be left in the dark especially if it was concerning other people's welfare. Not that Sory was a subject of her kingdom but it worried her none the less. However, she smiled easily as he turned the attention back to the group. "Nothing really, watching Souzourou sprinkle some kind of red condiment on his fish." Suzu replied, gesturing over to the ketchup bottle and the immortal. Most of their group seemed to has dispersed and consequently the cafe had become quiet enough that Suzu could hear soft music in the background.

[Traverse Town :: Second District]

Window put down his hand when he saw that he hadn't knocked over the lady. He felt ashamed at being reprimanded, especially at his age, and it seemed that as soon as he let go of his old notions about calm, respect, and dignity he just wound up hurting someone. Window's spirits dove from their lofty heights buoyed by excitement, and they fell into a small pit of remorse and rebuke. Stupid, stupid, stupid...this is what happens when you forget yourself. More than anything, Window hated to let people down. His father would have been ashamed to see his lack of composure, running around willy-nilly. As much as he would have liked to blame his new friend for tempting him with a life of unrestraint, he knew it was his own fault for letting his excitement get the best of him.

On his world, the most humbling position one can put oneself in was to stand upright, facing another, with one's hands and arms outstretched to the sides. It was a full body exposure, leaving no area hidden or safeguarded, and it was a gesture used for deep apologies. Window assumed this position and, after a moment, bowed, making sure to show his backside as well. He didn't quite realize how awkward it would look to those not from his world, but he once again marveled at how interesting his cultural ideas were when compared to others. "Mistress, I humbly receive your words and sow the lesson into my heart," he said, making sure to use the proper formal language. "Please excuse my behavior." And my nakedness, he mentally tacked on. Where am I going to find more suitable clothes? Rising from the bow, Window added, "If there is no harm done, then may I extend an invitation to dine with us as repayment for your magnanimity? Or do you have other business to attend to?"