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Spider

Full Name: Azrael Joss Helbark, goes by Joss as Azrael isn't very popular amongst normal folk.
Age: 20
Appearance: Sloppy, and uncaring, Joss looks kinda like a tailored mess. He stands about 6'3'', and weighs about 190 lbs. His wavy, uncontrolled hair is already tinged grey with blue tips (which he dyes himself) and never seems to sit right on his head. His eyes are a dull blue, bordering on the same grey as his hair. His teeth are white and straight, nothing really special there. A soul patch is right under his lip, and he usually is fairly scruffy as he sometimes forgets to shave. Many people would mistaken him for a bum if he wasn't so damn tailored. He has a fairly standard frame for an adolescent, with broad shoulders and toned body from his constant work out sessions, which occur 2 to 3 times a day. To say he is pale would be a slight overstatement, as he rarely can ever tan, which slightly pisses him off, so he prefers to be called 'fair skinned' Other than that, he has multiple scars along his wrists and legs, which will be explained later.
Preferred Clothing: Aside from his scruffy and slightly none caring look, this guy is always decked out. His entire wardrobe consists of basically the exact same thing: casual white dress shirts, a dark coloured tie and a vest to match. The white shirt is rolled up on the sleeves occasionally so he can maneuver a little better. To complete his outfit he is normally found in either black jeans or dress pants regardless of the weather, which rarely effects him whatsoever. Hot or cold, windy or dry, rain or snow, he wears the same thing. On his feet, however, is his greatest diversity. He will either be wearing black combat boots, blood red converse shoes or black dress shoes depending on his mood (which normally stays the same) or on the weather. Also, he is always wearing a thin pair of black gloves, sometimes without the fingers.
Role: Male dude.
Love Interest: Psh.

Skills: His ability to counter is probably his strongest suit, which is sometimes why he is called 'Anti'. He will take a situation, and instantly adapt to the person and fight them. He normally requires somebody else to tell him the situation however, as he doesn't always comprehend the obvious. He has a tremendous amount of strength - hence the working out part - and way too much combat experience even though it is subconscious. The man's a soldier, not a strategist. Scary enough is also his flexibility and reaction time, which is abnormally high for a 20 year old male, which allows him to dodge or block many attacks. On a lighter note, he is has a very high tolerance to pain and alcohol. The guy can drink anybody under a table. Again, subconscious experience. He is also very gifted for music, and can play the piano and any string instrument quite beautifully, though he doesn't much anymore.
Weapon: Weapon? Excuse me? Joss doesn't use a weapon. He uses his cursed hands, which create compressed explosions when he hits somebody without his gloves on. They are also harder than steel, which allows him to punch through many objects without his explosive ability. He can also create slight tremors in the ground using his slight affinity to the ground, and cause the ground to create sinkholes if his bare hands are touching the ground. His greatest asset, in his opinion, is his ability to reverse the explosion into a suction. This allows him to climb on mostly any surface, which gave him the nickname 'Spider' He does sometimes use his cigarettes as a weapon, as some of them can be spat out of his mouth at surprising speeds, but they are just good at distraction, irritation or lighting something on fire.
Fighting Style: Close combat is his specialty, but he likes to call it 'Anti-fighting.' Against close combat, he uses his prowess and experience to obliterate his foes. Best known for his ability to grab weapons out of mid swing. Against a mid ranged, he is the most weakest, as they have enough reach to piss him off, yet not enough that he can just easily dodge them out. Long range is his next best actually, using his fast reaction time and swiftness to easily close the gap between him and his opponent as long ranged fighters aren't that good up close.

Personality: Joss is completely indifferent, to sum up his personality. He is always melancholy, nonchalant, whatever word you may wish to use. Extremely lazy when it comes to any form of work, he usually lounges around and says absolutely nothing, deciding to stay silent instead of speaking his mind. He will grumble slightly when told to do something, but will do it all the same. If he is ever in a good mood, or has something go his way - FINALLY! - he becomes light hearted and cheerful, actually caring about what the people around him are saying and such. Catch him in a foul mood, talk about past losses or his family and he starts to cuss like a sailor, getting annoyed at anything. He won't change his stoic silence, but instead of saying lazy words he will swear at you, and will refuse any of your requests.

Many call him shallow for his indifference, but as the saying goes 'people deal with pain in different ways' He would rather forget everything that has happened to him, so he instead shuts everything out and acts like nothing matters to him. Besides his drinks and cigs. Instead of understanding people, he reacts more friendly with animals, not really caring if they are an adorable puppy or a blood thirsty grizzly bear. He likes to talk to them - is that considered crazy? - and actually reveals himself to be quite caring, understanding and an exceptional listener.

Before his training with Jack, Joss was emotionally unstable. He didn't understand ethics or morals, cut himself to take away the pain, and shut everybody else out. He was lost for most of his emotions, couldn't think straight, couldn't comprehend love or affection. Even honesty was stripped from him. Jack did a lot for Joss, and he is the only person that Joss holds in high regard.

Distinguishing Features: His dull, yet very formal appearance in general really. He is normally dressed in shades, not colors, which really compliments his attitude. Other than that, the fact that a cigarette is always in his mouth, regardless if it lit or not, and that he always caries 2 packs somewhere on his person. If that counted.
Charm Point: His.. uh... well it might be... his clothing? Yeah, he really doesn't have much a charm point. You either like him as a whole or you don't care about him.
Likes:
`Drinks in general
`Cigarettes and Lighters (Slight Pyromania going on..)
`His Clothing
`His Shoes
`Animals in general
`Working out
`Training
`Not attracting attention
`String Instruments including the Piano
Dislikes:
`His Hands
`Tea (yuck)
`Hoodies or any other form of teen clothing
`Rips in his clothing
`Having to Care
`Being Forced into Something
`Theatre and Movies
Fears:
`His family
`Open water
History:
Gather round children, this is the story of Joss the human Sacrifice.

Many people don't realize how many cults actually exist in today's society, nor how truly scary they really are. Joss was conceived during a ritual between the leader of one of these Cults who called themselves the Conduit of Darkness, or something spooky like that. His mother was an unsuspecting 'offering' and the Leader kinda effed that up by making her pregnant. Spur of lust, he said (LAAME). Any who, the cult believed this to be a sign from Satan, or whatever you wanna call him, and they believed he was supposed to serve as some link between the two evil entities. When he was born, he was instantly thought of to be their leader by his dull blue eyes and completely grey hair. So how do they get this young baby ready to lead a malicious cult? Why, make him bleed onto a pentagram! Yep, the first thing Joss ever felt in this world was pain. They nearly killed him too, but they stopped before they could.

Joss was raised on their religion of snakes, witches, hating humanity, all the lovely things that a young boy needs. However, his mother - thank god for her - insisted that he go to school. His father initially refused, but came around after supposedly receiving a vision or something. There, Joss was morally confused as school tried to teach him that 'hurting people was bad' and yet he went home to his father cutting himself in a ritual, or that 'you are beautiful the way you are' and he would be beaten or cut every night as preparation for being the vessel of Darkness. Crazy shit, I tell you. He couldn't rap his head around both worlds, so he came off as very quiet, confused and slightly disturbing towards most students. Continuing on with his life, he got onto cigarettes at the age of 12, a way of releasing the tension in his body from every night. He also wore very dark clothing, which revealed nothing of his cuts that covered his arms and legs. Some of them were self inflicted, so he was instantly thought of as an 'EMO' growing up. He couldn't help it though, his emotions were too out of wack.

To cope with his problems at home, he took up music at around the age of 8. It started with piano, and he would sit in there for hours, skipping classes, and play. After 3 years, he became quite masterful, since by then he didn't even attend classes most of the time, with the music teacher's permission since he noticed how good he had gotten. At 11, his music teacher introduced the harp, and from then he played one stringed instrument every year, every day from morning til home time. First the harp, then violin, and finally the cello/bass until he graduated from high school with the best mark in music. In high school, he picked up the guitar for the remaining time of grade 9 and 10, but loved the piano and harp more. Because of this, he was also allowed to go into competitions, where his mother bought him dress clothes. He loved them so much that that was all he would wear whenever he could, which wasn't very often since his father didn't like the idea of dressing up fancy for no reason.

This continued well into high school, where he tried running away from home many times until he was 16. By then, his father pulled him out of school and locked him up in the cellar, which was a massive, dimly lit room where all the ceremonies took place. For the next 4 years of his life, he was neglected and forced to commit quite heinous deeds for the cult to prepare him for the Darkness. It came to a point where Joss couldn't even remember his own age, or where he was on most days. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He broke out during the middle of the night and contacted the police and told them to come to his house the next night, when the cult would be meeting so they could be arrested. He hoped they could be executed, he hated everyone that much.

The next day, the cult was performing another ritual on him, where he would cut his own arms and lay down on the pentagram with both knives. The police busted at that moment, and the next moments were such a blur that Joss can barely remember. What happened was that the police set off a flash bang, and then everything went to hell (metaphorically, of course) The cult was shrieking in anger, some of them throwing knives or shooting their guns at the cops, who had to gun some of them down. Joss got up with the bloodied knives still in his hands and waved them around, hoping that the cops would realize that he was their friend. Of course, he had no idea that what he was doing was incredibly stupid to a cop. He couldn't hear a thing, but the cops were yelling at him to put the knives down. When he didn't comply, they shot him. A look of shock was on his face as he fell to the floor, his last mortal thought being 'But I need saving..."

Jack ended up saving him, and he watched as he wasn't even given a funeral, just a memorial at his school for the 3 people that actually seemed to know him. He then entered a state of nonchalant, where nothing affected him as he trained. He trained harder than Jack thought he could, and wouldn't rest. There wasn't anything else for him to do. Now you know his story. Sounds far fetched and cliched, no? Well, the best stories always are.

Issues by Escape the Fate
This is the death of me
I feel it constantly
Just like an enemy
That wants to see me bleed

So I try to be silent, but my words, they explode like hand grenades
I just gotta stay calm, before I let this time bomb blow up in my face

These issues pin me to the floor
These issues are my overlord
I feel so dominated
These issues, they choke my like a noose
Issues, they choke me like a noose
Issues, they choke me like a noose

The hounds of Hell, they cry
That's how they get to me.
Inject my head with lies
The pain's astonishing

Like a brick or a stone
Slowly crushing my bones,
Sendin' me to my grave
And it's just a fake
This life that I made,
I'm goin' insane

These issues pin me to the floor
These issues are my overlord
I feel so dominated
These issues, they choke my like a noose
Issues, they choke me like a noose
Issues, they choke me like a noose
Issues
Issues, they choke me like a noose

These issues, pin me to the floor
These issues, are my overlord
I feel so dominated
These issues, they choke me like a noose
Issues, they choke me like a noose
Issues, they choke me like a noose
Issues, they choke me like a noose
Issues, they choke me like a noose

Other:He... uh... likes lighters! Yeah I got nothing.

So begins...

Joss Helbark's Story

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#2012-04-03 05:42:05, as written by JokerofSpades

Azrael Joss Helbark

Joss couldn't understand snow, why it fell or why it even bothered to go anywhere with itself. It just seemed to fall, casually or fast, towards the ground where he would step on it. Not much of a future, no sense of direction except down. His combat boots crunched that helpless snow as he walked down the road, not really sure where he was going anymore. The whole city looked dismal in white and grey, with nothing brightening up its day. He stopped and looked up, readjusting the strap that carried his gym bag, since he had been working out for about 5 hours just that day. He watched as one landed on his nose, and he did nothing as it slowly melted without him even looking at it. Each snowflake was different, but unrecognizable in the horde of snow on the ground, useless and completely without any sense of future.

But that was how Joss felt at the moment.

Sure, the guy probably didn't have much of a heading in life to start with, having an apparent case of serious amnesia after waking up in a run down apartment. This guy, weird looking thing named Robbie, was slapping his face awake until Joss awoke suddenly and nearly smacked the guy in the face. He was going on about how he was going to be late for work, that his gym pass was left in his car, and the guy kept rambling on and on and on. Joss didn't respond at first, until the guy was finished, to which Joss bluntly stated to the man: "I don't know what the hell your talking about." After about an hour or so of Robbie laughing at him, reasoning with him, and all that crap he finally agreed to take him to the hospital. Actually, agreed isn't the proper word. More like caved and told him they should, since it wasn't even Joss' idea in the first place. He just wanted to be left alone with a damn cig.

After going to the hospital, and being diagnosed with some form of serious amnesia, the guy Robbie went from being a totally normal roommate to a freaking parent, acting like Joss didn't know a damn thing to do. That pissed Azrael Joss off big time. He effing hated parents, even if he didn't know why. At least Robbie wasn't completely useless, and helped him to where he supposedly held a job, which was at a corner store. Joss had to be retrained almost everything once again, since apparently he was their best employee - that made no sense to Joss what so freaking ever. How could somebody who didn't even care about himself be the best employee of a store?!

However, after a while, he finally got into the groove of how this life of his was handled, and he quickly got up to speed with everything he 'forgot'. Joss was a little too skeptical about this whole amnesia business, and felt like he was a stranger being called by the same name. Nevertheless, he learned all the girls that were going after him, who he hung out with, where his gym pass got him into, where the good places to eat were. Some things just came naturally to him, like his cigarette addiction. The second thing that he said when he woke up was 'Now, where the hell is my lighter?' He still didn't understand much about himself, like why he hated parents, or the ocean. Or how the hell he could sit down at a piano and play The Moonlight Sonata by Bach by memory and somehow know it by name and the year it was composed. OR why he worked out so damn much and yet had a wardrobe of completely dressy outfits. He didn't know.

He let out a sigh, putting his left hand to his cigarette to pull it out of his mouth. Ever since he woke up, he always had one of those rolled pieces of paper in his mouth. He couldn't help himself, it just seemed natural. Joss started on the path that he had before, listening only to the crunching of the snow and the rest of the world as the city slept. He didn't want to listen to music, or text anybody on his phone - which he was slightly confused by, since he didnt really like it. He probably got convinced into it by some girl, if he was the same person right now as he was before. He vaguely knew where he was going, but as soon as he rounded the next corner, expecting to be on his street, the entire road looked different.

He paused on the sidewalk, confused. He was pretty sure that he should be back on that street he lived on, but he wasn't. Yet he didn't want to go back, as he chugged forward out of some instinct. Joss didn't understand why he would want to walk down a street that he shouldn't be on, until he turned into a cemetery. Now that was confusing. Why would he want to go to a place full of dead people? Depressing, boring, and completely stupid, yet his body didn't listen to his thoughts. It was as if he was drawn to the place, if there was any curiosity left in him. The snow was picking up, and he placed his left hand in front of his face to try to block out the snow from flying in his face and putting out his cig. He really didn't want to get another one out. It was right about then, however, that it wouldn't matter: He felt something catch his one foot, and before he could place his hands out in front of him he fell towards the frigid snow. Cold.

He quickly stood up, starting to brush himself off. Freakin freezing... Joss thought to himself as he wiped off his face. Now my cig was gone, the snow was melting and freezing onto my body, and all because of... Joss brushed away the snow from a small little grave. It wasn't even really a gravestone, only a little landmark saying 'Oh hey your standing on a dead guy!" He sighed, not really feeling the idea of getting himself even more wet and cold, until he finally felt the need to focus in on what it said. Azrael Joss Helbark, age 20 He paused, shook his head a little and reread it. That couldn't be right. That was his name, so said that Robbie guy

"Wait..." Must be a joke, he furrowed his brow and cursed. Somebody was playing some joke on him, yet the more he said that the more it sounded like he was just trying to convince himself. It started to make more and more sense. It would explain why he wasn't remembering, why he didn't understand everything. Joss reached out to touch it, no real concern or caution in his body language. It wasn't like anything should-

The moment his hand touched his grave, the world around him turned into shades, and everything started making sense. He was dead. Or was supposed to be. His blue grey eyes looked like they actually perked up a little, finally understanding what he hell was going on. The world was starting to tilt a little, like he was drunk or something, and he slowly fell to the ground, his senses going out of wack, feeling numb yet super charged. As Joss fell, he thought one last thing before the the night sky blurred into a grey mess was: "Damn, that's why I hate my family. Couldn't even get me a decent grave..."

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#2012-04-08 15:07:06, as written by Monochrome

Jack's eyes drifted from the knight to his former students slowly appearing on the floor. As far as he was concerned, angels around the city had informed him that they shouldn't remember anything about either their past lives or what happened afterwards. Hopefully, they'd be able to recall their training if anything. The 'humans' sort of appeared out of nowhere, materialising into the white floor in front of him. They were still out.

The first to arrive was little Dove. He still remembered his reckless personality, and how he would squeal when someone touched his hair. Second was Joss, the hard worker who never gave up his training, rarely resting and exceeding Jack's expectations. After that was Aquaea, who'd been a despaired soul when he first met her. She'd trained, believing she had to save the humans even if it killed her. Then it was Relic, his cute little priest. He'd been trying to save someone when he died, and even when he did, he felt no hate for her. Amoretta got there next. She'd always been full of kindness, but seemed to have some sort of father problem. Lusine, or rather, Lulu. The girl who was against going until he finally explained he was going to train her to fight. That took some effort. The last there was Zyanya, the girl who really loved her brother. Jack had always admired them all, despite their quirks and tantrums, especially Dove and Lulu who both seemed adamant in getting the last say. The others just stood up for things they felt for strongly.

"Are you never gonna tell me your name then?" Jack asked, a happy grin on his face.

The knight turned to look at him, her blonde hair swooshing. "Get behind that pillar, angel." she said, finally tired of his attempts to get to know her. He'd been visiting her every now and then, and she still hadn't told him her name. What the hell did he expect?

Jack sighed as he trudged over behind the pillar, not one inch of him visible. Well, that's what he thought.

Dove sat up quickly. His eyes darted around the place as he found himself trembling a bit. It was cold as hell here. Was he really dead? The place he was in seemed unreal, never-ending stretches of white, not stopping. Even the floor he was standing on was that perfect shade of white. There was an array of pillars, stood in the ground and ending at a random space. Maybe it was a ceiling? This could just be one giant prank. No, he doubted it. Though he could still remember none of his past, he remembered he was dead. He didn't remember how though, and what happened afterwards which made him wake up out of nowhere and think he had amnesia.

Weapons were halfway through the ground, like a graveyard of weaponry. Graveyard. . . he thought, his eyes looking around. The boy saw a staff, white marble, and it drew his attention in. Suddenly, he blanked everything else out, ignoring all the other weapons. That one was his. He just knew it. How, Dove did not know. But he recognised it, he was sure he knew how to use it. He stood up, his whole body aching. Probably because his true body was still lying in the freezing snow. He felt numb. He should have worn more clothes that day, but he never expected any of this to happen.

His goggles hung loosely around his neck, he moved them so they were on top of his head. The white-haired boy was about to touch the staff, when his hand hesitated. The last time he'd reached out and touched something without thinking, he'd tumbled to the ground. His body was getting warmer now. The elderly priest had probably carried him inside the church or something. The instant warmth relieved him, as well as shocking him. He looked around more, deciding to pick up the white staff later.

It was then he saw the knight, her blonde hair covering her eyes. She sat with her golden sword, and even though he couldn't see her eyes, he was sure she was looking at him. She sat on a coffin, surrounded by the weapons dug into the ground. Dove wandered who was in the coffin, but that wasn't his primary concern. The thing which intrigued him most was the coat from behind one of the pillars. He couldn't see it before, but being at this angle, he could see the edge of a coat. There wouldn't be a coat stand here, surely? His curiosity led him towards the pillar, seeing a person.

This person looked familiar, but Dove couldn't work out who he was. "Hey! What's your-" he said loudly, and the person pulled Dove towards him, covering his mouth.

"Shush," he said, pausing. ", the others aren't awake yet." Dove looked, seeing other people lying on the floor. This was the first time he'd noticed them. He got weird feeling again, as he felt like he recognised them. Maybe he knew them before his amnesia kicked in? But wouldn't it be a coincidence if people he knew from before were all in the void of white around him. He looked at them, remembering nothing. But when he looked up at the person practically hugging him with a goofy smile on his face, he remembered things. His little sister, his bullying older sisters, his nickname 'The Snow Queen', and being stepped on by this person at his funeral. Funeral?! What the heck? Why would I be at my own funeral? he thought, his elbow going forwards and back in one quick motion, whacking the person behind him.

The thing which shocked him most was what he said next. "Get off me, Jack!" he shouted, pulling away. 'Jack' smiled as his eyes twinkled, happy about being remembered. Dove, however, became even more confused as his hands flew up to his head, grabbing his snowy white hair tightly. Who is this person? Why? Why do I know his name?! Why am I here? Argh! His icy glare got shot in the direction of this Jack person, who raised one eyebrow.

"I see the Snow Queen still had that look which could freeze hearts?" he asked rhetorically. Dove glared even more at hearing his annoying nickname, and he stomped off in the direction of his staff when he heard the person laugh at him, covering his mouth to stay quiet behind the pillar. Dove looked at the people there, arranged on the floor. He knew their names, but he couldn't remember them at all. Let's see. Joss, Aquaea, that's Relic, Amoretta, Lulu the shortie, and Zyanya. he thought, his eyes looking over them.

His feet next took him to the knight. "Why am I here?" he asked, and the knight shrugged, a smile on her face.

"I don't know Dove. Why are you here?" the knight said, tilting her head.

Dove sighed. "Everyone knows me, but I don't know everyone. It's slightly annoying." he said, sitting on the floor with a sigh. It seems the others were waking up anyways. Maybe then, everything would be explained and the puzzle will be solved. Probably not. . .

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#2012-04-09 02:31:05, as written by JokerofSpades

The darkness turned into a bright white light, his eyes still closed. He didn't want to move, since he was supposed to be dead. Yet he could tell that he wasn't outside anymore. Perhaps he had been moved by a homeless person into a creep room. With his luck, he would. He cracked open his eyes and immediately regretted it, the bright white light flooding his eyes faster than they could adjust. He quickly shut them and groaned. What a terrible way to start a... Joss frowned, his eyes still closed. He wasn't sure what day it was, something that slightly annoyed him. When he fell, it was almost midnight, if he recalled correctly. White light usually wasn't around in the dark, so he was either at the doctors office or in the middle of the next day. Both of those scenarios sounded terrible to him.

He finally decided to open his eyes once more, and they adjusted a little more to the complete whiteness of the area. He finally snapped them wide open, and instantly swung his hand out to smack whatever may be in front of him, like it was an instinct. When he discovered nothing was around him, he slowly sat up, lazily grabbing his head. It was then that he noticed two things about himself: For once in a long time - at least, he thought so - he didn't have a cig in his mouth and he was awake and/or sober. That was something else. The second fact was that as soon as he grabbed his own head, his hair getting tangled in his fingers, he instantly retreated as if his hands were too cool to the touch. As if he were scared of his own hands doing something to his body. While he grabbed a new cig from his back pocket (they weren't squished somehow... YAYAY!) he started thinking about this new found realization. Why the hell do I have the urge to keep my hands away from myself? It's not like they are diseased or something, are they? He lit a new cigarette and puffed annoyed, tired of thinking in such a stupid way. He cracked his neck and sighed, turning his neck to get a better glimpse as to where the hell he was.

White and foggy. Looks like not much has changed... It was still white out, but not with snow, and a heavy fog was settling down on the area. Yet, even with such a fog that covered the area, he could make out people around him. Were they victims of some psycho as well, or were they just unfortunate to be in the same place as he was? He narrowed his eyes to get a better idea of who was around him, and something hit him. Not physically, but emotionally and psychologically. He could instantly recognize each and every one of those poor chaps surrounding him, and yet he still didn't know who the hell they were. There was a guy standing near a one of few pillars, and he was instantly known: Little Dovey, Joss smirked, the kid with the goggles. Then came a girl, Aqua as he called her, since her name was completely ridiculous and stupidly hard to pronounce. A kid was tapping her on the shoulder, and Joss once again smirked. The little Priest, the nickname that Joss new Relic by. Of course these people had their normal nicknames, but some of them didn't always fit, like Relic was 'Light' or Aqua was 'Typhoon.' Utterly silly.

After that, there were people on the ground that Joss new as well for some reason. There was that little annoying Lulu, the odd Amoretta - he called her Rose sometimes - and then Zy. Zyay. Ef it, just call her Zana.. His mind grumbled to himself after struggling once again with weird names. What is up with people naming their children incomprehensible and damn annoying names?! Sure, my name is supposed to be Azrael, but I tell people my name is Joss. One syllable, not annoyingly confusing.. The longer words that he needed to describe the situation were starting to get to him, and he cussed under his breath. Now that he was on a rant, he might as well not stop. It came to him that also everybody around him looked like a child, yet he knew differently. They were mostly 1 to 3 years younger than him, but he stood about a foot taller than almost all of them. What was up with that?!

His head swiveled once more, and caught sight of something. While Aqua and Snow kid Dovey were grabbing weapons of some form, he noticed that nothing around him seemed to click with him. Until he saw two gloves, the right once white and the left one black. They caught the light, giving off a dull shine, as if they had been used but still gave the impression of newness. He also noticed that when he looked back once more, both of them were black. He slowly stood up and paced his way there, taking slow strides of laziness. Even after all that had happened, he didn't need to get all excited or hurried. When he finally reached the gloves, he knelt down and picked them up without much thought. Sure, the last time he touched something he fell into oblivion, found out things about his past and yada yada, but honestly, he couldn't care less if he did fall into another coma. Probably get him out of the blinding whiteness of this place.

He slipped them on and they both turned black, fitting snuggly around his hands. He touched his arm this time, slightly shocked at how easily they moved with his hands and even felt like they weren't even there most of the time. He finally turned his attention to the woman in all white, who wasn't that far away from where the gloves had been sitting. He made no noise, no sound towards her, just nodded his welcome and turned to the real reason why he was here: He knew that the person behind the pillar (he wasn't doing a very good job of hiding...) held some form of knowledge on him. His past was in fragments instead of blank now, remembering weird ceremonies, terrible parenting and piano recitals. And his scars, oh damn them. They were the most awkward thing to show somebody by accident when he rolled up his sleeves (which he did mostly every day.) So many of them, making him look like a damn emo, and even along his legs! They were ribbons of scarring, not one or two but dozens of them, freaking people out all the time. Didn't help his 'try not to attract attention' attitude.

He slowly approached the pillar, ignoring the lady with the big-ass sword now, giving Dovey kid a blank, uninterested look. The only reason that he called almost everybody around him a kid was that most of them looked not a day older than 13. How was he supposed to take them seriously when they didn't even look their age?! Worst part was that Dovey was probably the next oldest of the group of them besides himself. "Hey. You, Dovey kid." He said, completely bored now with the situation. He just wanted to leave, and he probably couldn't until after getting his life straight, which was a slight pain. He continued his walking until he was about 6 feet away, to which he stopped. He seemed to tower over the dude, even if he was only 6'3''. Okay, maybe saying only was a slight understatement. He motioned with his head towards the guy behind the pillar, whom he was instantly known as Jack. Joss knew only 2 things about him: Respected, yet slightly creepy weird.

"Mind getting dude behind you to explain?" Joss mumbled with a cigarette in his mouth, which he took out and puffed while he waited Dovey's response.

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#2012-04-12 06:07:41, as written by Jakuri-chan

She still felt really cold, while she did indeed feel warmer than she had before, a persisting chill gnawed away at her bones as she lay there. In response to the coolness, Lulu attempted to form her small body into a tight little ball, trying to force her legs against her chest with as much pressure as she could—she wanted to be warm, she desired simple warmth. Her mind still lost to the clutches of unconsciousness and the confusion which came with it, the reality of her existence, the learned truth which had shocked her into fainting before was forgotten for a moment as all she remembered before was the life she led with her parents. It was because of this, thinking she was still living with her mom and dad, that Lulu allowed a soft moan to slip from her throat before she murmured a simple request, “Mm, mom, could you turn the heat up please. . . ? I’m cold. . . .”

Lulu didn’t stir for another moment, her body remained curled up in the fetal position, her expression a peaceful one as she attempted to return to the clutches of sweet sleep. However, when there was no response to her request, the girl moved, shaking her head just a bit as she allowed her eyes to slowly open, confusion glinting within them, “Mom. . . ?” Lulu’s voice slipped from her throat, cracking just a bit as fear seemed to seep into that one word. As those strange eyes of hers opened to the world around her, they widened as Lulu’s heart fluttered to life in her chest. Letting a sudden rush of air escape from her lips, Lulu abruptly forced herself to sit up, the upper half of her body supported by her toothpick thin arms.

Dizziness set in upon her senses from her suddenly sitting up so fast, but the utter shock at finding herself not in her bed, but lying in a world of white, surrounded by an odd assortment of . . . things, it was enough to circumvent the lightheadedness. Bewilderment attacked at her brain as she struggled to make sense of everything, to remember. The matter of finding her own grave was temporarily wiped from her mind as sleep had drawn it away. I-I, she started, trying to form a coherent thought. Even stuttering in her own head, Lulu sighed harshly and set a hand to her forehead as she shook her cranium back and forth. An expression of annoyance happened over her features, What the hell happened to me, and where am I? she silently questioned, drawing her hand down over her eyes as she brought them to shut, thinking back, trying to draw some answer from the murky depths of her memory.

For the moment, things were silent; the only sound Lulu could make out was the uneven sound of her own heart fluttering away in her chest, urging her form to quiver from a sentiment of fear at not knowing where she was. Even though she did indeed feel the poison known as terror trying to creep in upon her, Lulu refused to let it show against her outside. No, being scared and showing such a thing was a weakness, something that would make her look feeble. She wasn’t anything of the sort, no, she was a strong girl who didn’t suffer from such things.

After a moment or two more of struggling with her haphazard memory, it came back to her. Well, enough of it did to make sense of things . . . sort of.

It came crashing back to her, what had happened, in front of her . . . grave, she had fainted. “M-My grave. . . ?” she whispered to herself, the hand she had over her eyes dropped to gravity’s pull all of a sudden, revealing the wide and shocked expression laying over the face of one Lusine Fiala. Her life, everything, it played back through her mind, and she could recall it all. She was dead, or, she was suppose to have been.

But, she wasn’t, she’d been living for the last odd number of months without a memory. In those amnesia ridden months, she had been breathing, feeling, sleeping, singing, living. There was no way she was dead but. . . . If I’m really suppose to be alive right now, why can I remember my own funeral?

Drawing her lips back together, Lulu bit down upon the both of them, drawing them inward to form her mouth into a thin line as her flesh turned pallor from the puzzlement and utter shock she felt. She blinked and allowed a shaky exhale to come from her nose as she attempted to relax her tense body, and to keep herself from shaking. Even if she really was feeling afraid for the simple fact she could remember her own funeral, that didn’t mean she wanted to show it. Tilting her head skyward, Lulu turned her head to each side slowly, scanning her odd surroundings with her eyes, taking it all in, and trying to understand it.

A world of white littered with broken pillars, rusted and newer weapons emerging from the firm fog-covered ground . . . as well as figures off a short distance away, close enough for her to make them out, yet far enough for her to not figure out any details. So, she wasn’t alone? There were people in this strange place. . . ? No matter what my memories might tell me, even if I seem to remember dying and my own funeral, I’m not dead right now. And I haven’t been dead for the last few months! Lulu told herself, bringing herself to pout as her face flushed a bit, Maybe I’m not the only person experiencing this weirdness. . . .

Uncertain of what else she was suppose to do, Lulu placed her small hands upon the ground carefully, and used her arms to push herself upward, getting to her feet in a somewhat clunky manner. As she steadied herself, Lulu’s gaze caught upon her attire for the first time, and an expression of disgust passed over it. Ugh, what was she wearing exactly. . . ? Black flats, black leggings underneath denim shorts and a white tee-shirt that looked like it was unisex, and was way too big for her body. Whenever I figure out what the hell is going on, I am SO going to try to find something better to wear than this mess. she huffed while shaking her head back and forth.

Crossing her arms over her diaphragm, a terse expression played over Lulu’s face as she quietly moved forward ready to demand some answers from whoever else was in this freaky place. As she traipsed on ahead, her eyes happened along the forms of a couple of other people who were collapsed into heaps against the murky ground below them . . . and despite the memories associated with them being utter blanks, Lulu realized something quite disturbing, though it was not as disturbing as supposedly remembering her own funeral. The redhead realized that they seemed familiar to her—she felt like she knew them for some reason when she was utterly certain of her memories telling her otherwise.

Shaking the doubt from her mind, and the unsettling feelings she was experiencing, Lulu wrenched her gaze away from their sleeping faces and looked ahead, a tinge of insecurity remained upon her features however. I know that I haven’t met those people before, but I feel like I ought to know them, if anything else, I should at least know their names.

Lost in her own mind, Lulu brought herself to a sudden halt when she realized that she was now standing before several other people who left that same sense of doubt within her heart upon seeing their faces. Like she needed to know their names, but for the life of her she couldn’t pull them from her memories again. Mmph! Is it amnesia again?! she thought to herself, face reddening from the very notion that she was suffering from something again.

Blinking, Lulu looked to the people around her, at a loss for their names . . . doing her best to ignore the urge to freak out at seeing a woman dressed in armor, wielding a short that was probably larger than Lulu herself.

These people, all of them, why do I feel like I should know who they are?! Why can’t I remember simple names? Trying to look at her feet through the thick white fog which covered the ground, Lulu shut her eyes, feeling embarrassment and utter annoyance gnawing away at her innards for forgetting names. With a red face she forced it away, refusing to show any more weakness to these people she felt like she was suppose to know.

Tightening her small hands up into bony little fists at her sides, Lulu turned her gaze back upward before she opened her mouth to speak, to try to garner some information about this situation from the lot of these familiar strangers when something sort of felt like it snapped inside her mind. The expression upon Lulu’s face changed in an instant as her eyes went wide and she went still. I-I remember their names. . . . she realized, I don’t know who any of these people are, but I know their names.

A rather innocent expression lit Lulu’s face up as the normal terse look she kept left for the time being, remembering everyone’s names she turned her head back and forth with her mouth slightly agape, looking at them all, matching the name to the face. Remaining quiet for a moment, forgetting about the things she intended on questioning them about before, Lulu lifted an arm upward, and curled a few of her fingers up on her hand as she formed it to point.

“All of you . . . I know all of your names. . . .” she said quietly, voice shaking a bit. Slowly enough, Lulu moved her arm to point at the first person she matched a name with, “You’re Dove, and you are Aquaea, your name’s Relic . . . then, you’re Joss. And the two girls who are still out cold back there are Amoretta and Zyanya. . . .” she said rather quietly, letting her hand drop back to her side. “Wh-Why do I know everyone’s names. . . ? And where am I?”

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#2012-04-12 21:01:58, as written by Monochrome

"Hey, you!" Dove turned his head to see some girl with weird hair (like he was one to talk) shouting at him. He cocked his eyebrow at her. Oi. Since when was my name 'you'? "Where am I? What's going on? And who exactly is it watching me from behind that pillar over there?" He looked to the pillar, hearing a giggle come from behind it. Was there even any point in trying to answer? He felt he'd respected this person at some point, but he could remember or even work out why. He saw the priest guy, Relic, make his way over to the girl who was giving him cold looks.

"Excuse me, but yelling at the poor child won't help. Calm yourself and tell us who you are before you go about demanding an explanation." Dove started glaring at him. Poor child? Poor child?! The priest-like boy lifted his hand, and Dove stared at him, shaking his hand. He didn't want to, but his instinct kicked in before he could think. "I'm Relic."

Okay, sure, he was the shortest boy there. And yeah, the only one who appeared shorter than him was Lusine. But calling him a poor child was just really unfair. For god's sake, he somehow felt he'd had this conversation before, and his eyes locked with the other boy's, staying silent and trying to compose himself. The knight looked at him, before almost laughing at his nonchalant face, knowing his anger was probably bubbling up inside. Dove just stared at Joss, who'd now gotten up too.

Oh god, please, no more. . . "Hey. You, Dovey kid." Joss said, walking over to him. Dove felt incredibly short compared to him. He was more than a foot shorter. That was not reassuring him at all. Considering the state she was already in, he just got angrier. "Mind getting dude behind you to explain?"

What were these people thinking? Did he look like the sort of person who'd have all the answers? Sure, he was first up, and looked calm at first. He managed to keep his mask on, somehow, and just stared at them. What the heck? He looked down at himself, noticing his clothes. A gradient from white to blue shirt. And capris. Why the hell would he wear capris in the winter? The capris had this strange attachment, as if they were dungarees, and were held up by bright blue straps. His headphones were on his ears, and his goggles were dangling around his neck. He carefully adjusted them so they were on his head. And blue boots. The clothes really would never had suited anyone taller, but they were practically perfect for this little Snow Queen.

"All of you . . . I know all of your names. . . .” Now Lusine, or Lulu, was talking and Dove felt like screaming. Or just giving up completely and retreating back to be behind a pillar so he could hide himself from these people. “You’re Dove, and you are Aquaea, your name’s Relic . . . then, you’re Joss. And the two girls who are still out cold back there are Amoretta and Zyanya. . . ." His mind blanked out the rest of what Aquaea was saying, trying to concentrate on staying quiet.

Finally, Dove snapped, making an "Argh!" sound. He snatched his staff out of the ground, he knew it was his, and started pointing it at people with it. To be honest, he was putting it dangerously close to their faces, but even if he didn't know it, he was a master of the weapon. He knew how to use it. Even angry, he maintained his overall grace. It went to Aquaea first. "Oi! What the hell? It that how you start a conversation? By shouting? God, do you have no manners?" He shouted, his yelling voice echoing in the white space. The knight was slightly shocked, since he seemed to be doing so well with keeping his thoughts in. "And Relic, for God's sakes, I'm bloody older than you! Yeah, sure, I'm shorter, But calling me a 'poor child' is just going way over the line! We've had this conversation, even if I'm not sure where. If you have questions, ask Knight!"

Knight was slightly surprised. He hadn't added a 'the', so did that mean he'd guessed that was her name? She didn't really have a name, to be honest. . .

"And my name isn't Dovey!" he finished, slamming the bottom or his staff on the floor. It made a sound that wind would make when it was really fast, and he looked down, seeing ice growing around the base. But for some reason, that seemed normal. Maybe a bit too normal. When he looked down again, he saw the ice was now melted, but there was ice crawling up his hand. He wasn't even scared, it felt like it happened everyday. He was already used to this weapon, so everything was fine. Fine. . .

Dove looked up toward the white void, taking a deep breath and somewhat calming down. He still looked like he'd blow a fuse if someone else approached him with dumb questions. "Jack!" That Aquaea girl said it, and Dove sighed. He missed the momentary silent which followed his outburst. It didn't last very long. "Why don't you get out here and explain what's going on before I go insane? It's bad enough being stuck here in a den of lunacy, but you waiting until you can be all dramatic about your reappearance really doesn't help anything."

He suddenly turned so he was facing the pillar. "You're fooling no one, you goon." he said clearly, swinging his staff round. His volume was normal, but there was a angry tone hidden in his voice. A head peeked out from behind the pillar, looking slightly upset.

Jack came out from behind the pillar, not at all shocked by Dove's outburst. He sat on the grave, next to the knight and put his arm around her. However, it was taken away when the golden sword was right at his neck, and he made a "D'accord, d'accord!" out of nowhere. Where the french came from, Dove and Knight did not know. He crossed his legs. "I am Jack!" he said, smiling. The Pumpkin King he thought, a grin coming over his face as he basically spaced out, remembering the whole of the song for a moment, before returning to the conversation.

"Dove, you never change, sweetheart." He said, chuckling. He saw Dove's grip on his staff tighten at the word 'sweetheart', but he carried on. "Ah~! My little priest is awake!" he said, stretching his arms out. "And hello Joss! Seems you're awake too, honey." Yes. Jack had a tendency to add in 'sweetheart' and 'honey', like the kind elderly people in the town when you were younger. "Still asking as many questions, Lulu? Well, I can't blame you, sweetheart. We're very questionable." he pointed to him and Knight, before realising something.

"Hey, hey, is your name actually Knight?"

"I don't know. Ask Dove. I think it's. . . what's it called. . . A nickname?" she said, tilting he head. Even so, her blonde hair continued covering her face. Jack shrugged.

"So! Questions? Any?" Jack said, looking at Amoretta and Zyanya. Poor dears, still out cold.

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#2012-04-12 23:34:44, as written by JokerofSpades

After speaking, Joss remained silent throughout the entire ordeal. It usually wasn't his thing to say more than a few words every so often, and they all knew it. Joss would rather other people decide his actions for him, and then take the blame for their terrible planning. It was either that or he got the credit for plowing through things. However, as Dovey seemed to be bombarded with questions by the others, Joss simply kept his face passive and his mind slighty amused by all that was going on. So far, people seemed to go to Dovey for information - Joss just wanted him to get Jack to talk, since he kinda was the closest... - and he didn't seem to be enjoying all the company at once. He heard Lulu as she pointed her little index finger at him, and he puffed smoke when she did, just because he could.

When Aqua started talking, he instantly felt a little bit of annoyance in his temper. Maybe it was the way she spoke, or presented herself, or simply by the tone she used: it didn't matter, Joss was still tinged with annoyance. It passed quickly, however, when Relic spoke as well. For a kid that looked even more child-like than Dove (who didn't look childish when they wore mini robes?) he seemed to talk big. Then again, Joss was in an annoyed mood to begin with, even if nobody could really tell the difference by his facial expression. It was usually just laziness.

What made his day, however, was Dovey snapping out like a beast, pointing that stick of a weapon of his at everybody. Granted it looked fearsome, but Joss never really took weapons seriously, since he just used his hands to win fights. Wait, fights? Since when do I even feel the need to argue? Joss raised an eyebrow at himself, then listened in on Dovey's ranting, and to be honest, Joss agreed with the rant for the most part - he seemed to recall doing this quite often actually. Dove pointed out that Aqua seemed to have no good conversational skills, and Relic was quite belittling with that last comment, and they had probably had this conversation before sometime earlier. He even had to scream out that his name wasn't Dovey, to which Joss simply shrugged and gave a little smirk. "Whatever, Dovey..." he mumbled to himself. This conversation was starting to get old, and he probably had something better to do.

Jack spoke up then, finally. Pissing off Knight person, and calling Dove sweetheart. Joss a slightly chuckle, but stayed quiet. And hello Joss! Seems you're awake too, honey." He raised an eyebrow slightly at this comment, but shrugged it off and gave a little nod. That sounded so normal, like nothing different than what he was used to. Honestly, Joss usually didn't care if you gave him different names, as long as they weren't in the form of a nickname, since he already had a few of those and didn't need any more to worry about. When Jack and Knight were done their little comedy skit, Jack wrapped it up with his usual "So! Questions? Any? Joss really didn't have any. Everything seemed to solve itself slowly, and that was alright for him. But of course, Aqua-girl here was unsatisfied and started ranting like a friggin child. He wasn't sure who looked the youngest anymore, as everybody around him was at least a foot shorter than him, except for Aqua maybe. And Jack.

When Aquaea finally finished her extremely temperamental and highly lame speech, Joss tilted his head back and gave a heavy sigh. He knew it. He was going to be speaking again, as much as he rather disliked having to, so with his head still tilted upwards, he gave his 2 cents to the entire situation: "Aqua, shut up and grow up. Nobody cares if you have a headache. People, we are all kinda effing dead, and everybody needs to just deal with it... Dammnit... " He muttered the final part to himself, taking a puff of his almost gone cigarette. Now that was saddening. He walked over to the pillar that Jack had been hiding behind and leaned against it, a look of total boredom and uninterest on his face. After his speech, he really didn't need to say much more.

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#2012-04-13 04:41:13, as written by Jakuri-chan

All of these people, how the blasted hell did she know the names of people like them?! Just as soon as innocence seemed to overtake Lulu’s face, it was gone, quickly replaced by an expression of utter aggravation. Okay, so like it wasn’t bad enough that she was confused as could be about everything that was happening to her, about apparently dying, winding up in some godforsaken place with a lot of people whose names she knew, but whom she did not recall knowing. . . . It just had to turn out that they were all weird and jerky too?! Seriously, could this get any damn worse for me? All I want is to know what the freaking hell is going on! she thought to herself, the expression on her face harshening as Lulu shakily allowed her head to tilt downward, her bangs hiding the look upon her features.

Something between a hiss and a huff slipped from between the girl’s teeth as she tried to quell her fluttering heart, which was beating quickly in her chest from the creeping anger she felt consuming her.

But it felt like too much, all of these people and their attitudes. . . . God, it was pissing her off. Yes, she felt like complaining her head off too about whatever was going on with herself and everyone, but she wasn’t was she? No, no, she wasn’t, but she had every right to do so didn’t she? So then, why was it that she wasn’t going ahead and just letting her jaws flap? Lulu knew that at any other point in her life she would have just gone ahead and done so, and kvetched on and on about everything until someone blatantly told her to shut up or something.

But, even as spoiled and easily irked as she was, Lulu wasn’t stupid enough to go and just gripe about the situation at the moment, no, what mattered most right now was getting some straight answers . . . not being a whiny thing. After she got some certainty about everything around her, then she’d go ahead and return to her regularly scheduled bouts of complaint. All she wanted were answers, not more of people’s . . . problems. Everyone was complaining or in a bad mood—or it seemed. Isn’t that normally my thing? Lulu sarcastically remarked to herself.

Even if these people did indeed feel familiar to her, the redhead couldn’t deny the fact that . . . well, they all were nothing but tedious to her! Putting it bluntly, she didn’t care for any single one of them. People like this were of the sort she held loathing in herself for, in a word, they were nothing but sheer nuisances who just got in the way when events took a turn for the worse in her mind. Lulu didn’t know what was going on, why she was where she was, or how she’d even gotten to be wherever this strange place was. She didn’t understand how it seemed she had died a time ago, but was now standing about, breathing and speaking as if there were nothing at all wrong with her. No matter what her memories told her, she knew that she was at least alive for the time being, the angry, fluttering heart in her chest told her as much.

Getting the answers to her questions, about where she was and about how she’d even gotten there in the first place, well, they just weren’t worth this headache or nightmare. Y’know what? Just forget all of this, forget all of it, even if I want my answers, all of this junk is annoying and completely a waste of my valuable time. No matter what my memories are telling me, I’m not dead, I couldn’t have died because I’m breathing right now and I can feel, and hear. . . . I’m not dead and I never died.

Without a warning, Lulu turned her gaze back up, the irritation she felt was clearly displayed upon that young face of hers. “All of you are just . . . ugh!” she started, “No matter what the hell happened to me, no matter why I know the names of people I know I haven’t met, and even if they know my name, getting answers to it all just is not worth the headache I know all of this is going to be!”

Lulu promptly huffed after this, her cheeks a touch red as she released a breath, looking around at everyone, “I’m confused as can be, all I wanted were answers and instead of that, I wind up wasting my good time by encountering a load of people who are of horrid temperaments and moods, and are doing nothing but sniping about everything. Well, I’ve had my share of this all.” With those words, Lulu spun on the heel of her shoes and turned around completely before beginning to walk away. Even if she didn’t know where she was, she figured she’d be better off wandering around lost than stuck with people who were just going to be nothing more than complaints and bad moods . . . even if she weren’t in a much better mindset herself.

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#2012-04-13 07:20:44, as written by Tsukiakari

When Joss snapped at her, Aquaea only laughed, giving a slight smirk at him. Her previous comments had been perfectly collected and calm, making them all the more biting, and she wasn't about to change that over a little insult. Actually, instead of making her feel bad, it was kind of funny, in a sick way. It gave her a feeling of triumph, for it meant that she had obviously succeeded in isolating herself from them. On top of that, seeing the usually mellow Joss - she wasn't sure how she knew that - snap at her like that was quite satisfying.

"Struck a nerve, did I?" The hero said mockingly, sizing up Joss with confident, icy blue eyes. There was glaring daggers, and then there was Aquaea's usual apathetic glance of distaste, which somehow managed to be both terrifying in its threatening nature and completely composed. "I think you'll find you need to relax more than I do. Actually, it's because we're all dead that I'm hurrying things along so quickly. Are you too lazy to wonder exactly how we're all still here, or are you too stupid to care? Well, it hardly matters either way, because it's as you've said, dear Joss. We're dead. If it's the former, then your slacking isn't likely to have much of an effect on things anyway, and if it's the latter, well, then maybe there's a reason you're here with us instead of alive and doing whatever it is a chain smoking bum like you does to eke out a miserable existence among his fellow bits of trash." Throughout what by all rights should have been called a tirade, Aquaea did not once raise her voice, letting her emphasis on certain words and her cool indifference carry the insulting message she desired to send, rather than getting worked up at all. Coming across as angry would have just been a sign of weakness, and would make her seem impulsive and easily manipulated. On the contrary, she spoke with an insulting condescension that bespoke of great pride and dignity, as though she were queen of all she beheld and those to whom she deigned to speak were nothing more than impudent fools crawling in the mud at her feet. While this might have seemed a bit immature, any fool could see that there was always a reason for pride, and it just might have been a good one. It made her seem dangerous apart from making her unapproachable, thereby killing two birds with one stone. And besides, Aquaea had to admit. There was something so very satisfying about dealing one's damage through wit rather than blind rage and pointless anger. It put one on the intellectual high ground, and allowed them to stomp upon their object's worthless opinions with absolute impunity. And in the hero's opinion, that was much more fulfilling than dealing a blind smack across the face, like a spoiled brat.

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#2012-04-13 13:56:52, as written by Monochrome

Dove sighed at Aquaea. "Can you just shut up already? We know we're dead, and if you think you're higher than any of us, in any way, I have to say you are one conceited human being." Dove said calmly, sitting on the floor and pulling out a mini-sketchbook, drawing the outline of the place and drawing Lulu walking off, before actually noticing she was leaving. His eyes rested on her, before he rolled them, returning to his drawing of the place. Some people never change. he thought, sighing. But, wouldn't it be hilarious if this 'world' had walls and she walked right into it. He suppressed a giggle when he thought of her walking flat out into a wall.

But Jack decided he was going to speak up about this. "Sweetheart, walking off somewhere in this dimension means you'll either end up in the afterlife, or lost for centuries. This is the Between, so I suggest you don't wander around too much. Even I don't really know much about this place. Unless, of course, you'd rather die than get another chance at life, sweetheart. But I'll tell you now, you probably won't get a high chance of becoming an Angel with that attitude. Right, when Amoretta and Zyanya wake up, I'll tell you why you're here."

Dove looked at Jack, before looking away, his 'sketch' (it looked like a full drawing) was completed and he moved on to observing his staff quietly. He looked at the part floating slightly above the weapon, a blue glow in the centre of a prism made of ice. How bizarre. He looked at Aquaea, who looked oddly proud of herself and her little speech, and he burst out laughing with that thought and the one of Lulu walking into a wall. He stopped himself halfway through, but his shoulders still shook as he looked down, his hair covering his face as he tried not to laugh. His small body still shook, even as he tried to draw but his hand kept trembling.

"Oh, Aquaea." He said breathily and slowly, drawing out her name patronisingly with a wide grin on his face. She seemed to think she was the most important person there. To be honest, he didn't care. He wanted to get home and eat those instant noodles with his roommate. They'd promised they'd eat together tonight, since they'd both get home earlier that night. Seems that wasn't going to happen. There was a silence, and Jack sighed.

"You guys never change." he said, a small smile on his face, and Dove just began laughing more. Jack seemed to be happy that Dove was enjoying this, drawing all kinds of things with his bright blue goggles now on his eyes. On his page, he already had a sketch of Joss smoking, Aquaea looking proud with stars flying around her, Jack peering out from behind the pillar, Knight with her sword at Jack's neck, Amoretta and Zyanya sleeping, and Lulu stomping off. They were all small and on the same page, but you could tell the difference between them. He also drew a cartoony sketch of Aquaea with everyone there kneeling around her in a worshipping pose. It was ridiculous how quick he'd sketched them, and his hand only paused when he looked to see if Amoretta and Zyanya were awake yet. He stashed the sketchbook back in his pocket, when Jack decided he might as well answer Aquaea's questions.

"Well, you because I spent years training you, and I'm not starting that all over again. Plus, at first, it was your choice. Nothing's in this for you, apart from another chance at life. If you decline, off to the afterlife! And you, like Lulu, won't be able to come back to Earth without becoming an angel. And I'm not dysfunctional, I just have a happier grasp on life than. . . some people." Jack stood up, stretching. "Dove, do you have candy~?" he asked, and Dove looked at him.

He brought a pack of turquoise sweets, ones he hadn't eaten in ages. They had this weird substance in the middle which tasted like banana ice-cream. It was cold too. Jack took one and grinned. "Merci~!" he laughed, and Dove raised his eyebrow, eating one himself. He missed the sweets his sister used to make. Oh well. He'd just have to savour these ones.

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#2012-04-13 19:36:35, as written by Tsukiakari

"Good answer," Aquaea noted, giving a half smirk to Jack. She had already remembered, now. She had chosen this. She had wanted to be a hero, and, consequently, had become something even she would have never believed possible. Did that make her a monster? A god? Well, it didn't matter. She wasn't Human anymore. "As for being conceited, well, I don't really care if I am, so long as I don't have to deal with certain imbeciles and fools any more than I absolutely must. But don't stop on my account! If you want to keep trying to insult me, go ahead! It'll be a good source of laughs hearing all of you getting worked up over a few words." The hero chuckled, brushing a strand of silvery hair from her eyes and giving another of her trademark glances across the entire room. Dorky kid with goggles who seemed to find laughing at nothing to be an amusing pastime? Check. Chain smoking hobo who had probably never worked a day in his life? Check. Little priest with the condescending attitude - funny for her to call someone else condescending, given the proud facade she usually presented to the world in general - of a man 7 times his age? Check, although Aquaea did recall him to be one of the more useful members of the group, so she refrained from insulting him further on that count, even if he couldn't hear her. Then there were the others, namely the real spoiled brat, the incredibly naive nice girl - Aquaea was certain she'd get betrayed by someone she'd been fool enough to trust, and would probably die again - and the shy one, who Aquaea did not really care about anyway.

Oh, what a wonderfully dysfunctional ensemble they comprised. Aquaea was not looking forward to the days ahead of her. Teamwork was overrated, their boss was insane, and they were all so mutually bizarre that she doubted they'd last a day before they started getting at each other's throats. Well, that didn't really matter. As long as she could see them coming, she could cut them down. Even if it made her more enemies on the path ahead, she walked alone. There would never be someone by her side again. She would not be betrayed, ever, ever again.

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#2012-04-13 23:23:15, as written by JokerofSpades

Struck a nerve, did I? Aqua seemed to be in a rather snotty mood today, which made Joss sigh in discontent. This would be a long meeting, he could tell that for sure. What he really wanted to say straight out loud and in her face was a NOOO... but he really didn't have the time because, like Aqua, she just steamrolled over him like she ususally did to most others. Joss never understood why she felt like she had to be the top dog all the time, or why she felt the need to run her mouth off like that, but at this point Joss' cig was finished and he stomped it out. While she continued her snide remarks at his expense, he flicked his lighter open, then closed it causing a clinking sound. He was simply that bored with the situation already.

I think you'll find you need to relax more than I do. Joss couldn't help but nearly laugh at her remark. Him? Relax?! If he relaxed anymore, he probably wouldn't be conscious. Actually, it's because we're all dead that I'm hurrying things along so quickly. Are you too lazy to wonder exactly how we're all still here, or are you too stupid to care? If you made me choose... I would pick the first one thanks. Joss thought to himself, not really wanting to hear the rest of her retort to his simple and blunt statement. He really needed to stop speaking in general, it made people like Aqua believe it was their right to babble with their 'wit' and make fun of others.

Well, it hardly matters either way, because it's as you've said, dear Joss. We're dead. If it's the former, then your slacking isn't likely to have much of an effect on things anyway, and if it's the latter, well, then maybe there's a reason you're here with us instead of alive and doing whatever it is a chain smoking bum like you does to eke out a miserable existence among his fellow bits of trash He gave a grunt of disapproval at that last comment. Sure, he could handle being called a bum, chain smoker, miserable, anything you threw at him. But it totally wasn't cool that she was bring in his friends and such just to make herself feel better. He could feel a retort slowly forming, and he cooled it down just as fast as it started to heat up. What got you into this mess was thinking that she would respond in a civilized manner dude. Speaking again isn't going to help the situation.

He ignored her the rest of the time that the bantering continued. He could sense that their team was based on shakey foundations, that much was clear. He usually wasn't very good at this whole 'perception thing' and usually refrained from subtly and that sort of bullshit, however he was picking up something that if he could understand, so should everybody else. For one, Dovey was good in Joss' book. He didn't need to be rude to get his point across, so Joss would put his faith in him. Aqua, on the other hand, wanted to be a loner, thought she was better than everybody else - hell, he would pick Lulu over her anyday - and had a misguided sense of pride. Then we moved to Relic, who wasn't bad - not much to say - and Lulu was just herself. He could forgive basically everybody.

While Jack was speaking about how he trained them - Joss remembered that already - and Aqua was being all 'I'm better than you just because my name is stupidly hard to say' Joss groaned in slight annoyance. "Is it alright if we leave her here for a year or two?" Joss mumbled his usual, monotone voice in Jack's direction, which Dovey was also in the same area as well. Today was supposed to be a normal friggin day, and he was probably missing his workout session just to listen to ranting of other people. So not cool.

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#2012-04-17 04:17:45, as written by FinalHope

Relic raised his eyes to the white expanse above him, releasing a sigh filled with stress and the need for peace. It was unusually calming to stare at such a seemingly endless color, helping to detach himself from the arguements of those who had been brought to this strange place. Memories from the graveyard still lingered in the back of his mind: the discovery of his grave, the realization, the darkness that had decended upon him. Though he still felt shocked from discovering the truth of why there was such a large hole in his memory, something far more important had taken priority of his thoughts.

He was still alive.

That brief moment of hopelessness upon touching his grave reminded him of how lucky he was to still be standing. Because of Jack, he still was able to walk the earth in his own flesh. Yes, he may have gave each of them life in order for them to fulfill a purpose, whatever it was, but that only made Relic feel even more blessed to have been choosen by the angel. He had died. His original body was still rotting in the ground. Relic had done everything in his power to complete the purpose he had given himself in life, to bring those walking the road of darkness back to the light. Now, here he was, after Death, given a new meaning to his existence.

Without meaning to, his left hand came up and rapped its fingers around the necklace he had found when he awoke, drawing his eyes to the pristine crystal. This crystal- this was his new purpose. It embodied it. Without it, Relic's new goal was lost. Somehow, his resolve was centered on this.

Whatever this necklace is- or does, I know for a fact that it shall help me achieve my new goal and to help whoever got dragged into this with me.

Taking in a small breath, Relic coughed in his throat to make himself known once again. "Pardon for interupting, but firing off insults between eachother won't change one simple fact, which I'm sure that everyone is aware of by now. We have died. we are alive again, and it was through the good grace of Jack that we all stand here at this moment instead of having our souls trapped in the Afterlife and our bodies rotting in the ground." Stopping for a brief moment, Relic turned to Jack, smiled, bowed his head slightly, then returned to his "speech". "Sure, the later is still true, but we're all stille alive. I don't know whats in store for us, but we should all act a little more greatful instead of complaining. Let us wait for anyone else to come and then we can let Jack explain. I'm surprised he's still all smiles, because he's been put up with you're cold remarks." At his last comment, Relic let his eyes rest on Aquaea, disapproval radiating from his deep purple eyes.

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Joss Helbark

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a character in “Angels and Graveyards”, as played by JokerofSpades

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