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((First of all, I have made is EXTREAMLY clear we can't have OOC here unless it's important Mikujin, I'm sorry, but those are the rules! Deleting them is simply like taking away onions from a salad, it makes it better. Now, if you continue to OOC here, I will be forced to start deleting all OOC messages, it's not what I want to do, but in the position of co-owner, I have to take some reponsibility for Deb's job when she's not here.))

[This is the only one I'm keeping because it's the only one who has any place in this thread.]

Taketo grew agitated at the battle continuing to draw out into this meaningless conversation that meant nothing to him, but to leave his fellow thieves behind seemed like an act of treason. He kept his ground but his attitude soon became apparent from his facial features. His posture was very lumid and slump, and the look he gave made his impatience all the more unbearable.

Ugh...this is getting a little aggervating

Taketo shifted his weight to his other leg, since his other was beginning to fall asleep. The thought of actually fighting under those circumstances would be a little nerve-wrecking. Taketo continued to scan the area, finding no other dangers that he could see or even sense. Knowing this, his mind grew a little clearer, and his agitation slowly began to lift off of him. He closed his eyes, calming himself to a point where he wasn't so vulnerable to striking.

What in the hell is this all about anyways...some doll?

((Sorry, had to post something ^_^))

(( Izumo didn't just tell her to go, y'know. He did tell her what his honest opinion was, hence the go ask Haru part. He only said to 'just go' at the end. If that makes no difference in the way things turns out, lemme know, and I'll respond accordingly. I just wanted to double-check. ))

Aoki was completely excited at first, to a point where she beamed in happiness. The sparkle in her eyes died down a little. Not only was she going to abandon another thief she just met, but also Suki and Tao, who would now wonder why Aoki wasn't there when she had been so eager to see them back, and Koh, who hadn't snown up for almost two weeks, and Hamani... Aoki still had some issues she wanted to settle with Hamani.

She sighed sadly as she walked up the stairs, and started packing. Most of her bag was money to buy food and supplies later, and a change of clothes that looked almost exactly like her old, maid-like outfir her cat shredded up.

Quickly shuffling to 'the third room down the second floor hallway' , as quoted, and looked at Melora. She seemed tired, and reminded Aoki on a mono-tone version of herself. She spread out another blanket ontop of the girl, locked the door after picking up Haku, and climbing out the window, shutting both Melora's window and her own after she set Haku on her over-stuffed back-pack. Aoki climbed down carefully this time, without falling, and saw Fai still standing there.

"Fai-sama! I'm going on a mission! Sorry for the short notice! ( ^_^ Like a little sister... *Kya!* ) " Aoki pointed out, wondering how much time she had spent packing. "I think I'm late for the start of the mission though..."

I do not want to help you, I have never wanted to. And I shall not help you. But other then you I am reasonable, like you I want to see the doll destroyed. Not to help you, not to make sure that you are save. But to make sure I am safe, to make sure Meloras weapon is destroyed. The doll will remain in my possession, for I am not convinced of your willingness but I will go with you, and destroy it. You can see to it that it happens if you want, because I am sure that you do not trust me either. But you shall not lay your hands on the doll. Now let us go and get this over with, you have wasted my precious time for far too long.

{{Little short, post more soon..}}

Izumo stood silent, his back now turned to nothing but the vacant doorway. His hands clenched at his sides, and his face turned down, he uttered only her name: "Shinobu..."

What was I supposed to do? Why does this feel so... complicated. I don't understand.

The clenched fists at his side unclenched, then balled into fists again. With only a blind rage, driven on by something he couldn't understand, Izumo began railing his fists against the concrete wall. At first, it was slow, and methodical, but his pace quickened as he went on, became more chaotic. The skin on his knuckles began to tear, leaving specks of blood as they pounded on the wall. With each break between punches, the wound healed over in an instant, relinquishing no more of the blood that flowed in his vein, but tore open again as his fists connected with the concrete. Eventually, he dropped to his knees, worn out both physically and mentally. The wall in front of him was speckled with blood and fragments of skin.

Why... why doesn't it make any sense? I don't know what I'm supposed to do, what I'm supposed to say... I just don't understand...

For the first time he could recall, something in Izumo's simple world, was incomprehensible. In a world where everything either was, or wasn't, where it was exaclty what it was, something wasn't clear. It was all... grey. Neither black nor white. And it made no sense at all. Even now, kneeling down on the floor, Izumo was filled only with rage. Angered with no one, and angry at nothing. Just an incomprehensible rage.

(( Blah. That was boring. And I didn't know what to write. Guuuuuurrrrggleee. ))

[*pokes* You probably woke up Melora with your tantrum though...]

((Waxing philosophical here...))

Tomoyo hesitated for a moment, before taking a step forward towards Hamani and Nia, who looked as if they were in their own world-no doubt engaged in some form of mental sparring. There wouldn't be any fighting now, not with the illusions long gone and Hamani calm. Or, at least, appearing to be so. She surprised herself by taking another step. She wanted to know, desperately, what was truly happening. The composure that had served her so well was beginning to crack with half truths exposed to light, and the rest still in darkness...

one...

more...

step...