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Youre a host Hinote... I'm going to be very bais and say you know what profiles are currently other host... who has the rokubi? I just noticed... on the Demon page it doesn't have anyone down for thr Rokubi... scream scream scream I call it if no one has it!

Mizax stumbled out of dorm eight, crashing into the wall right before he shut the door. He slid to the ground and pushed himself off of it looking around, being his first year he thought it'd be embarassing to act stupid. "Where is everyone? It's almost like a ghost town here." He took out his skateboard and jumped onto it, rolling down through the school, tripping teachers*random ones*and jumping over other students. He finnally reached the outside, jumping off his skateboard and catching it, finally seeing other people. "Hello paradise." A large grin formed upon his face.

A tall man was seen walking through the crowded town, a cloak covering his limbs, but was kept open down the middle. His navy blue was blowing off away from his face in the slight wind, revealing his reddish eyes, and pale face. The man was looking around with only his eyes, a small hint of disgust covering his face. 'Why do I have to deal with these... mortals... they're petty in their holidays, and weak with their hopes and dreams..' Several women had come towards him, attempting to grab his attention and ensnare him with their... 'charm.' One woman successfully stopped him, but she had stepped directly infront of him. She began to speak... "Hey there big boy... looking for a good time?" Instantly his eyes looked towards the woman, a pint of anger entering him. "No, I don't, go bother someone else..." He attempted to pass her, but she stepped infront of him again. "C'mon... I know you want me..." Instantly, a large smack was heard as the man back slapped the woman across the face, throwing her to the dirt. "When I say no, I mean it woman, now leave... me alone..." The woman, frightened now of the man, got up an ran, tearing her dress in the process. 'Why do they ALWAYS have to bother me...? Am I really attractive to the opposite sex?'
The people began to clear the way for the man as he walked by, fearing that he may inflict pain upon them aswell. The male spoke to himself for a brief moment, someone overhearing him. "These people are learning something..." The man heard the comment of him slapping the woman, and instantly crouched down away from the figure. 'When am I going to find something interesting? I'm getting quite bored of wondering around. Everything has to be about me where I go, and escpecially with the women.. since it's Valentines Day.' The man became disgusted at his thought of Valentines Day, the day he hated, more than christmas. Everyone was throwing their love at others uselessly, trying to find someone to do something with before the end of the day, and maybe keep them later on.
As he continued into the town, people didn't hear of his assault upon the woman, and once again, ladies started coming up to him and asking him if they would be his Valentine. 'Such a dreadful day... why would these mortals come up with it?' Boredom overcame him, and his telepathic powers reached out over the village, picking up all kinds of useless thoughts. One though, came from a female thinking about a rose, which was ultimately strange in color. Had someone painted it? He thought not, for he could see it through the females eyes, and it was all natural. "How in nine hells was she able to pull that off?"

A small finger prodded the males forehead, the figure that it belonged to sounding out the words "Get up." in a female voice. In reply, a rather small hand lazily swapped away the other. "Leave me alone." Mizax said. The words were useless as he was already up, and a waterfall of thoughts crashed into the confines of his mind. "What time is it?" Rustling cloth enveloped the silence that should have followed as the 'servant' thought. "It's 3:30, PM. I believe today is the day you're supposed to finish the design for that add-on." She said. His deep yellows eyes looked towards the servant, his eye lids lowering into a small glare. "If you keep bothering me about that, I won't finish it. That'll leave you thought-less."

For years Mizax had been privately working on the designs of a special program that will allow his servant to take up a personality. He had become bored with the dull, emotion-less voice of hers that portrayed nothing but obedience. Of course he wanted strict servitude, but how could he enjoy something so depressing? At that moment, a notice popped in front of his face of the news, which apparently announced the release of Second Life. He had always wanted to help develop the game, but was turned down due to his history, and always apparent title of freelance. They thought there was no gain in having a freelance programmer/scientist.

"Hey, do you think I should get the game?" He asked. The tone in his voice showed that it was just a question that wanted to remain answer-less. However, it was decided that he would get the game anyway. Mizax was curious as to how it turned out.

With a huff of breath and the many cracking of many joints, he removed himself from the soft bed which had held his comfort. The female servant appeared in front of him with the clothes that were assigned for the day, a nod of thanks in reply. He quickly stripped himself of the old clothes and put on the new ones, walking out of the room with a neutral look upon his face. It wasn't long before he was out of the house and walking towards the electronics store. "I hope the game is good, if it isn't-- I'll have to apply for that position again. Can't have a crap game taking the world by storm." Mizax said to himself, producing odd looks from others. A common question to any stranger than walked by him was. "Why is he talking to himself?"

"Here's your copy sir." Announced the person at the counter. It had taken forever to even get to the counter, as it seemed that hundreds of people were intent on buying the game. Luckily, he could occupy his mind with random thoughts and conversations with himself. Many doctors argued he had a rather odd sub-type of schizophrenia, but it was dismissed when he baffled them with bullshit. A soft trot was performed as soon as he was within a respectable distance of the store. It wasn't long before he had reached his home again, looking at the game, thinking about its possibilities. Supposedly it was 99% realism, which promoted severe addiction among many of its players.

Once back inside the comfortable confines of his home Mizax quickly darted up the stairs, throwing himself back upon the bed which had held him earlier. It was no 5:45 PM, and there was no notion to complete the program which he had felt to earlier. "Sorry Tina, I'm hittin' the hay now." The helmet was slid over his head as he placed it against the overwhelming comfort of the pillow.