Magenta Avalanche

Magenta groaned softly as he was starting to wake up, the direct sun rays were to hard to ignore. "Gah...Didn't I tell Owner-sama to keep the curtains closed?" He hated when the owner would do that, but it was the only way for the dolls to wake up. He slowing opened his gray eyes, staring directly into the sun. The opened widely as he jumped back. "Owner-sama?" He looked around, seeing the shop in ashes. "What...what happened h-here?" He stood up, walking around the planks of tarnish wood, trying to find the Owner. He then tripped over a piece of wood that was sticking out. He got back up and pulled it out, seeing a body covered in tarnished clothes and burned skin.

The long haired doll screamed as he jumped back, falling on one of the other dolls. "Guys! Guys! Owner-sama is dead!" He didn't want it to be true, if the owner was dead then that means no more dangos. They need them to live, they need him to live. He had small tears coming out of his glass eyes, he didn't want to die.

Lishe Diamond

Lishe awoke to someone falling on her. She sat up groggy, slightly peeved someone woke her up early. She glanced around to see most of the others still asleep. Then she smelled it. The ash and the destruction. She snapped fully awake to see everything gone. She started shaking. "No way.... Then she heard Magenta yell about Owner-san and his death. She felt her whole world be smashed then and there.

The duel-haired doll shut down. She stood up and knelt by the body of her beloved owner. "Why...? was all she could say as she reached out to touch him, hands shaking. She stopped herself and curled up, crying. She missed him and his smile already.

Kayden Ryu

Kayden was jolted out of his sleep by the shouts of Magenta. The violet haired doll usually never shouted. Kayden knew immediately something was wrong. springing to his feet, the copper haired doll stared around in dismay at the wreckage of what used to be their most precious dango shop. Dango Love. What had happened to it? Cautiously, he made his way down from his shelf, bending his joints easily. They could be a little stiff in the morning, but today, the stiffness didn't bother Kayden as much as it usually did. Because today, he was facing a world without Dango Love. A world where he might not actually live to see tomorrow without his precious dango.

And then, he berated himself. How could he be thinking about dango when his owner-sama was...was...

He bit back the desire to cry. Because he couldn't cry - he couldn't cry until he had turned into a human. At least, he couldn't cry for real. His heart felt like it was being ripped in half, as the entire situation fell upon him. He flopped to the ground, tumbling down from the shelf and landing in a pile at the base of the cabinet he usually slept on. A cloud of ash rose around him, as he coughed, brushing it away and clearing his vision once again. Slowly, he made his way over to Magenta and Owner-sama.

He left footprints in the ash beside him, before he fell to the ground again.

Magenta Avalanche

Magenta tried not to cry anymore. He couldn't, he shouldn't show weakness. He gave a soft sorry to Lishe, he didn't mean to fall on her. He couldn't think straight now, all he could think was how they were going to survive. "W-what...are we supposed to do now?" He flicked his long hair out of his porcelain face, trying to get a closer look on the owner. He stared at the burnt features that used to be his face. His eyes were closed and he still had that smile on his face, like he knew this was going to happen and there was no way to stop it. Though it made him wonder...How come no one saw the shop burn? How come no one tried to stop it? He bit his quivering lip hard, making it crack just a bit. He turned and gave Kayden a hand, they had to move on, but he knew it would be very hard to do so. "I-I don't want to die..."

As he muttered those words, Magenta turned his head to see one of the cooks had made his way to come to work. He tilted his head and stared at the cook with his gray glass eyes. In a hush tone, he tried to get the other dolls attention. "Hey, I-I...think I have an idea..." He started to walk away from Kayden, Lishe, and the other dolls to the cook. He tripped here and there, still upset with the ordeal, but he finally made it close to the blond haired cook. He racked through his memories of this certain cook and he vaguely remembered the owner saying his name. He then remembered one day when he disobeyed the owner's orders and peaked through the door to see the shop as the cooks cooked. He was amazed, but was mesmerized at the cook who cooked his favorite dangos, Mitarashi. The memory made him lick his lips. "Y-your...,"he said out loud in a broken voice to the cook,"your Kida...Kida Usi, r-right?"

Annabell Cooper

Annabell heard the shouts and groaned as she sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As she looked around, Annabell couldn't believe her eyes. The beautiful shop that had been her home, forever was gone, and her beloved owner, who had made her was dead. Her heart ached and her eyes stung as she looked down at the wreckage that was her home. She shook her head this couldn't be true, it had to be a nightmare, yes that was it. This was just a horrible, horrible dream, and she would wake up and everything would be okay again. But Annabell knew, she knew deep down that it wasn't okay and she wasn't sure if it ever would be again.

Her eyes followed Magenta as he walked across the wreckage, she turned and looked around a the nice sunny bright day, that seemed to be mocking her. She sighed as she wiped the few tears that were able to escape, she felt like a lost puppy. She knew that there were problems that wouldn't be solved by her crying and acting like a child.

Davian Hartseer

Grass swayed in the breeze licking the face of a small yarn doll that lay facing the sky. The night sky twinkled with billions of white lights. The bright face of the moon glowed with a great brilliance that dazzled the doll. He wished that he could touch the moon and the stars that smiled down at him. He would do anything to do just that. The moment of quietness in the grass filled him up with happiness. There is no other place in the world he would rather be.

The doll closed his button eyes and suddenly he felt very hot. Alarmed, the dolls eyes opened, only to reveal a horrid sight. The night sky was on fire. The fire leapt from star to star until the sky was completely engulfed in flames. The flames grew closer and closer until the field in which the doll lay began to burn. The doll was panicking now. He tried to get away from the mouth of the inferno, but his limbs would not move. The fire came closer and closer to a point where they signed the doll’s skin. Flames swiftly took over the doll leaving him in the belly of a monster.
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Davian’s eyes started to glow as if a light was switched on. Sunlight blinded him when he awoke from his sleep. It took him a few minutes to register what had actually happened. It was…just a dream. A sigh of relief slipped from the doll’s mouth. He thanked God that what he had just witnessed wasn’t reality. A mysterious scent of ash and burnt wood caused Davian to sit up. What he saw astonished him. His only home had burned to the ground.

"Guys! Guys! Owner-sama is dead!" The agony in Magenta’s voice pierced Davian’s soul like a thousand arrows. He didn’t want to believe that his creator and caretaker was dead. The yarn doll got to its feet and walked though the ash over to where his brothers and sisters were kneeling over an unmoving figure. When he reached them, he collapsed at the realization that the Owner was truly dead. Davian’s could feel his heart shatter into a pile of microscopic fragments. This can’t be happening . He thought. This has to be a dream.But he knew all too well that this wasn’t a dream; he just didn’t want to believe it. He became numb with sorrow, so numb that he didn’t even feel Magenta get up and move and approach one of the cooks that worked for the Owner. Stunned, he sat in black ash staring at the burned face of his creator.

Kida Usi

"your Kida...Kida Usi, r-right?" a broken voice broke through Kida's little emotions before he saw a small doll, and to be honest, one that looks like a small girl. He was back to his orignal self after looking at the doll again. "Oh, you heard of me eh?" He said, putting his hand on his own chest. "I know, Im just that great!" He closed his eyes and shook his hips to the right a little as he looked at him with that arrogant smile of his. "Well, what do you want? The shop just burnt down, so I have to notify the owner~!" His voice sang happily, almost ignoring the huge bulge that stuck out of the ashes. "If you would like to date me, press one, if you would like to admire me, press two, if you would like to walk behind be, press three, if you would like to be my personal stalker, press four~ Each one cost about eight dollars and ninety cents!" He said, swinging his finger in his in the air as he looked at him.

"If you would like to follow me to the owner's house, then that is free little girl!" He teased, almost knowing that the thing was a boy, or whatever it was. He stopped before putting his hand on the doll's head. "So uh, what are you exactly?" He questioned, leaning onto it and ruffling up the boy's hair.

Magenta Avalanche

Magenta huffed and blushed as the cook ruffled his long hair. "Neh! D-don't mess it up!" He shook his head away from the hand and backed away a bit. He looked up at Kida with his pale lavender eyes, batting his eyelashes a bit. His blush grew as he listened to the man talk. He never knew someone could be more arrogant. He bit his lip again before speaking. "I am a doll,"he started out and pointed all to the other dolls,"the owner made us...I'm Magenta. I'm a boy, thank you very much!" He flipped his hair again before moving on. "O-owner-sama is...,"he bit his lip harder, making the slight crack bigger before more tears flowed down his cheeks.

He collapsed, his tiny, shaking knees could not support him any longer. "Owner-sama!!!" He started to cry like a little baby. He never felt so empty inside before, without the owner, he was nothing. He tried to wipe the tears away, but more kept coming. "Why did you die???" He cried out to no one. "I don't want to die..." His tiny pale hands went to his stomach and it growled. He needed Mitarashi and fast, his only choice...Kida.

"I want Mitarashi dangos!!!"

Maleali'i Lokomaka'i

The sun rose upon another normal day in the life of a Hawaiian chef living in Japan. Maleali'i sat up in his bed and stretched his arms wide, nearly touching both walls in his small apartment. He smiled. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it. He made a conscious decision then and there to convince Owner-san to teach him how to make the other flavors of Dango. He felt like today was the day to get it done. He dressed quickly in tan colored shorts and one of his Hawaiian shirts. He grabbed his longboard, and headed onto the street.

The route to Dango Love was short, and mostly downhill. So in a very short time, he was riding across the street from a pile of ash the used to be the shop. He rode by, mouth agape, staring at the wreckage. What the hell happened?? He wondered to himself. Transfixed by the destruction, he didn't notice himself slowly drifting towards the curb, and his longboard kicking him onto the pavement came as quite a shock.

With a pained wince, he picked himself off the ground. His longboard kept rolling, and hit a sign somewhere and stopped. He decided he could get it later; he just spotted another of the sues-chefs in the ashes of the shop. "Kida! Hey, Kida! What the hell happened here?" He called, running over to him. When he reached Kida, he saw the doll he was looking at. "And how did these manage to survive the fire?" He said in amazement.

Eri Walker

"Eri, you're going to be late!" A loud shout broke through her sleep. She groaned, snuggling deeper into her silky dark gray covers, blocking out the sun that was streaming in through a crack in her blinds. "Eri Walker, you have less than a half hour to get out of bed, find something decent to wear in this disastrous room of yours, and eat a good breakfast." Her annoying voice was closer than before, making Eri let out a low growl.

She wasn't a morning person, and would do anything to stay asleep just a bit longer. "Ailsa, will you go away?" She mumbled, irritated. "No, i don't want you to get fired from this job. You actually seem to like it, so get up. A sharp sting was delivered to her cheek, and Eri slowly realized that Ailsa, her little sister, had just in fact, slapped her. Growling softly she rolled off her bed, wrapped tightly in the bed covers, and landed on the carpeted floor with a soft thud."'M up!" She called out to Ailsa, hearing her make her own breakfast. Sighing sadly, she unwounded herself from the warm covers, stumbling over to her closet and tripping over large piles of clothing, either clean or dirty, she couldn't tell. "I need to clean that..."Her nose wrinkled up in disgust, grumbling as she stepped over the clothes, searching for a clean shirt to wear.

After much cursing, and more close on the floor than were there at the start of the morning, much to Eri's horror, she settled on a soft baby pink shirt with one of her favorite love quotes, The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost. She pulled a pair of black skinny jeans from one of the piles, pulling them over her slim legs and skinny waist. She walked over to her nightstand, slipping on the five gothic bracelets her father had given her. Thinking her outfit was a little on the bland side, she hooked a bright blue belt through the hoops in her jeans.

She glanced in the mirror, her hair naturally falling in loose curls around her face, making her look much younger than her actual age of 18. Making sure her hair was alright, she ran her long elegant fingers, tipped with the palest of pinks, through her hair slowly, smiling when the curls framed her face a bit better, giving her less of a 'bed head' look. Satisfied, she grabbed a pair of gray suede ankle boots, tugging them on quickly.

"Good, you actually got up." Ailsa sniped bossily at her, drinking her morning cup of Chai tea. "Don't snap at me Isa-chan. she glared briefly at her, ripping open a breakfast bar, taking slow and controlled bites, yet still ate it in less that 2 minutes.

Sighing she looked at the clock, nodding. "Time to go?: Ailsa looked at her from over the top of her bright green coffee mug, her stark blue eyes amused. "Yeah, see you Isa-chan." she grinned at her little sister, grabbing her keys and phone, stuffing them into her pockets. "Whatever. Bye Eri." she waved at her as Eri slammed the door behind her, smiling at her motorcycle. Frowning she passed her vehicle of choice, instead choosing to walk the half mile it took to get to Dango Love. It felt like a good day. She had learned the ropes quickly, and was able to get along with most of the other cooks there.

Before she knew it, she was at the shop. Or where the shop was. Appalled at the state of the shop, she glanced around spotted Maleali'i and Kida. "Hey boys," she called to them, walking over to stand beside them, "What happened to this place? She shivered, over come with anger. How did the fire start? If someone had started Dango Love on fire, why? It was a quiet little shop, and it was very popular.

Looking down she saw a small doll. "Well, why aren't you burned to ash? she questioned the doll, smiling down at it. Her smile; however, was short lived when she saw the owner was not around. "Hey Kida, Maleali'i, did you see the Owner when you got here?" She bit her lip, worry plastered across her face, her eyes scanning the ruble.

Akisa "Fredirich" Ryuuzaki


RING, RING!! WAKE UP LAZY BONES SCHOOL! RING RING RING The annoying tune of the morning alarm rang as the sun’s rays soon flooded through the cheap, blue blind of the small apartment. A figure lay on top of the nearly made blankets; unmoving through the ear-breaking shrills of the clock and the nearly blinding light of the morning sun. “Move or not…” The still figure mumbled to herself as she turned to her side. Normal Akisa isn’t a morning person… but her parents insisted she be productive. Not like she wasn’t already but the buffoons wanted more from the child.

They wanted the very thing she hated the most…

Perfection… Their greed had been the reason why she now lives in this place. A few more minutes of that hellish ringing and her ears finally reached their limits as she reached out a pale, delicate arm towards the clock. Her hand pressed the button as it silenced the infernal clock back to its hellish slumber. If only there was a way she could throw it out of the window without having the need to buy a new one…

Such wishful thinking as the child sighed before she forced her body off from the warm comforts of her bed. The morning glare of the sun slammed into her eyes as she gave out a slight hiss. She hated the sun… much more that she hated her cursed life, but god was like that… she didn’t know whether it was god or fate screwing with her, not like she cared…

No, Akisa was far from caring…. She was tired.

The child grumbled a few more obscenities; she stumbled over towards her wardrobe. They were clean; she managed to do her laundry last night. Much to the chagrin of her neighbors as she pulled out her school uniform. “Go to school and suffer another boring lesson? Or head out to work before Ojiji scolds you again…” She mumbled before she shrugged as she pulled the skirt over her skinny legs. With that done she secured the belt as she dug through her wardrobe for a pair of clean socks. It didn’t take long before she had those on her feet before she grabbed her school bag as she bolted for the streets. Not after she grabbed an apple from her fruit bowl.

Her home wasn’t far from the dango shop, maybe a good ten minutes if she hurried. Her mind was beginning to wander. If it hadn’t been for her boss… she would still be stuck with her family… maybe she would have killed herself, it was then the young child forced her mind into something else before the smell of burnt smoke finally reached her sensitive nose. “The fuck…” She murmured; she lifted her gaze as it widened upon the sight. Her work place; burned to the ground… it was as if time stood still for her. Her shaking hand harshly pinched her skin. This has to be a dream… she thought in disbelief. But… it hurt, no…. this was reality. But.. What about the owner? Her mind was racing on the possibilities when she spotted her co workers. They had to know what the hell happened… She took a few deep breaths as she forced herself to walk over them. “Kida-san, Maleali'i-san, what happened here?” She queried politely. Her eyes quietly scanned the rubble as if it had the answer before she turned her gaze back at them.

Lishe Diamond

Lishe could do nothing but watch everything around her. She knew she had to move on but Owner-san was... Carefully she stood back up and brushed some of the ash off her black dress. She knew there were still tears falling be she didn't care anymore. She needed her dangos to live. She had to live in Owner-san's honor. She silently made her way to the cooks, looking over each carefully.

Lishe spotted the one Owner-san called Reece Sasuke, the red head. She fearfully made her way over to the fallen cook. She stopped a few inches in front of him and sniffled. She knew that her voice was shutting down. It happened any time she was sad or scared. "R-Reece-san...? she managed to get out before her voice completely died on her. She tried holding in all of her tears but failed miserably as she used her small hands to cover her face.

Kida Usi.

He watched the doll break down as more and more people pulled up. "Kida! Hey, Kida! What the hell happened here?" He looked back at one of the workers he worked with; then at the doll before he took his hand into his mouth and hit down onto unitl he heard a small puncture and felt the blood and pain. He lowered his hand as it started to throb and he watched the bruising take place and the blood dripping down it. He looked at the doll before the other cooks, not knowing what to really do. He watched the small amount of blood drip off of his finger tip and onto the dirt and ground before turning around and grabbing the doll by the shoulders and practically picking him up.

"You want dangos? Well then, leave it up to uncle Kida~" His voice sang, shaking the doll left to right. He seemed a bit happy, as if he had just found out that he had a smaller brother now. "Since I am not dreaming, I am obviously going crazy! But, you know what they say, crazy is another word for creative and a human isn't a human with out being just a little off of his nut!!" His eyes where closed in such excitement as he picked the doll up and swung him over his shoulder. "Wow, I don't think you need anymore dangos... maybe you should go on a diet.." He grunted as he could barely wak with the doll on his shoulders. He was a bit too happy and overwelming, maybe not himself one could say; though, almost all of the cooks could tell that Kida was trying to get out of here as fast as possible, probably not wanting to stay here and look at the owner's brunt body.

He dropped the doll right by his bike and started to pant. "How about a salad or something?" He panted, motioning the doll to get onto his bike. He picked up the bag of supplies that he had picken up before and looked at the doll before throwing the bag to him. "Don't talk~! I won't be able to hear you over the sound of my awesomeness of riding the bike!" He sang as he got on the bike and waited for the doll to follow him. I will take him to my apartment and have him explain everything then, I don't think I could keep my breakfast in my stomach and the water in my body if I stay here... He thought, toddling his bike. He looked over toweards his workers. "Wells its been fun working with you! See you when ever!" He waved back and forth, moving the bike alot too.

Davian Hartseer

The yarn doll sat in his agony, staring at the Owner’s face intently as if he could bring him back if he concentrated hard enough. It felt like a decade was passing by for every minute Davian looked at his creator. He was oblivious to the swirling ash was starting to stain the white fabric of his face. His brown button eyes started to darken in his sadness. Out of nowhere, Davian whispered: “I’m walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind. On the borderline of the edge and where I walk alone.” He then looked down at his sewn hands and prayed for the Owner in silence.

The doll imagined that he was in a whole other world, one with no death and filled with the light of the stars. He was so deep inside this imaginary world that it took the sound of someone crying to wake him. The doll turned around to see that his younger sister, Lishe, was crying before one of the cooks that had fallen over. He didn’t know how long he prayed for his caretaker’s soul, but it was long enough that most of the cooks had arrived. Abandoning his make-believe utopia, he moved to her side to try to comfort her. He never liked it when somebody cried.

“It’s ok Lishe-chan. Owner-sama is in a better place now. Please stop crying, sis.” He begged. Davian frowned sadly at his sister’s sorrow. He knew how hard it must be for her to lose the Owner. It was hard on all of them. He looked around and noticed that his brother, Magenta, was being hauled away by one of the cooks; Kida he believed to be his name. A small crease appeared on the yarn doll’s brow as he watched Magenta. He must know what he’s doing. He’s Magenta after all. Davian thought still watching the cook struggling to get on his bike.

He turned his attention back to his crying sister, but not before glimpsing Akisa standing by the others. She always made Anko dangos (his favorite) when she worked for the Owner. Davian’s stomach grumbled thinking about dangos. It just occurred to him how hungry he was. What am I going to do? Without the dangos we are going to die. Is magenta going with Kida so he can make him dangos? The little yarn doll pondered over this idea. Should he go with Akisa so he can get the dangos? He can’t leave his brothers and sisters though, can he? Davian’s thoughts spun in his head like a tornado. He decided that he would think of something to do after Lishe calmed down a bit. Family comes first. He said to himself.

Kayden Ryu

Kayden looked around. It seemed as though several cooks had started to gather, to stare at the wreckage. He waited in the shadows, as Magenta revealed himself to Kida. He frowned slightly, as he scuffed the ash with his foot. Should he speak up? Should he stay back? His stomach grumbled suddenly and Kayden cursed under his breath. He needed some Hanami dango right now.

Slowly, he made his way over to the humans, climbing up onto a counter so they could see him better.

He decided to take control of the situation.

"Attention!" he called out, waving his arms as he looked around those gathered at the shop. "There are important things to discuss. First off, yes, we are dolls and yes, we can talk and walk. However, if we do not eat within the next..." he glanced at a clock. "Within the next few hours," he glossed over the details, "we will die."

He spread his arms around him, focusing his gaze on the cooks.

"So it is of absolute necessity that we eat dangos very soon."

Magenta Avalanche

"H-hey! Don't pick me up! I-I didn't give you permissi-!" Magenta started to banter at Kida as the cook had picked him up. "I don't like to be manhandled!" He frowned and looked away from the cook as he bit his thumb. Probably trying to figure if he's dreaming or crazy. He flipped his annoying hair out of his face once again as it kept getting in front of his eyes.

His pale lavender eyes widened as the blond swung him for his shoulders and then onto the ground by his bike. How rude? "Hmmph! What was that for?" He frowned once more and bit his lip as his stomach growled loudly. "I want dangos! Not salad, dangos!" He patted his stomach protectively. "And I'm not fat. How can a doll be fat?" He made a inpatient noise and looked away. This guy is sort of rude...but I'm hungry. If I don't go, I'll die, but I don't want to leave my family...

"Don't think this is over, we are all going to meet back here tomorrow,"he shouted so that everyone could hear,"I don't want to leave my family behind....!" He climbed onto the bike and held onto Kida's waist, holding tightly. He's never been on a bike before and he didn't want to fall off. "Just get this over with so I can eat Mitarashi...,"he muttered as he blushed a bit, realizing how tight he was holding onto the cook. He hid his face into his back, closing his eyes and wishing the owner was back. Do good my family...Don't go hungry... He gave a small smile and a tiny wave to the other dolls, hoping they follow his lead into finding a cook for themselves.

Kida Usi.

When he felt the small doll's arms clasp around Kida's body, he turned around and gave him his arrogant smile. "I know I am that hot and awesome, but its a bike~! Its not like its a motorcycle or something..." Kida laughed as he turned back around. "But hey, if you love me that much, then what ever~" his voice sang as he kicked up the kick-stand and started to ride his back; as he left the area, his stomach settled down, but it still wasn't enough to ease his heart. The owner of the shop really didn't need anymore cooks, but he had hired Kida even though he knew that, so he had owed alot to the owner; but he would never show this to the others. He rode his bike up onto the side walk and and rode past the supermarket, his eyes searching for Sherry and when he had found her, he smiled and waved.

His face flustered up as she waved and smiled at him; he seemed really happy as he rode past the store and stopped at the four way street. He started to ride again when the man on the screen popped up telling him that it was alright to walk or ride; he had rode past a flower shop and his second job, at the bakery and finally, up a small apartments that only had buildings that where both only three floors. He stopped the bike and balanced it with his foot. "Alright, you can get off." He said with a smile, getting off himself. When he made sure that the doll was off, he walked his bike to the bike stand and locked it into place with his dial lock.

He scratched his head before turning towards the doll. "Thinking of which, I haven't even asked you for your name. You obviously know mine." He said, looking at the apartments; no one has seen Kida with his glasses, always wearing contacts. Fact was, he was too self conscious to wear his glasses; though, he didn't wear his contacts today since he had lost them and was waiting for a new pair to be mailed to him. They should be coming in tomorrow... He thought, squinting his eyes at the numbers on the first floor.

Maleali'i Lokomaka'i

As his coworkers began to arrive and asked if he knew what had happened, Maleali'i just shook his head. He was still in a daze about the shop being dead, and as more of the cooks arrived he spotted the burnt body of Owner-san. He felt tears come to his eyes as he thought about all the kind things the man had done for him. He tried not to dwell on the fact that the man was dead, but instead took comfort in all the great things he had done, and Maleali'i felt his eyes clear up quickly.

He frowned as Kida scooped up the Magenta haired doll and took off with it. At this time, when everyone's trying to figure out what's going on, it seemed completely disrespectful to up and leave like that. And the doll didn't seem like it was that fond of the idea after, it seemed to quiet down after a bit though.

Maleali'i blinked. "Wait, you can talk?!" He said in amazement after the green eyed doll finished explaining that they needed Dango's to survive. He had been so caught up in the fact that Dango Love and it's owner were dead to even register that there were living dolls right in front of him.

He looked at the green eyed doll that had spoken. "I'll make you a deal. I'll make you all the Hanami Dango's you could ever eat- I mean I'd make other flavors too but I don't know how..." He said, trailing off a bit as he started to think of his decision to ask the owner to teach him the other styles of Dango today. He shook his head. "But I'll make all the Hanami Dango's you like if you tell me why it is you're alive. I want to know more about you guys."

Kayden Ryu

Kayden looked up at Malaeli'i, his body quivering. Could this be it? It seemed almost...too coincidental. He was distracted momentarily as Magenta was whisked away. Feeling a tad annoyed at the boy that had just up and taken Magenta away - without hearing them all out - Kayden wrestled with the urget o chase after Kida and poke holes in his tires. But no, he had to focus on the current situation at hand. His bright green eyes looked back at Malaeli'i, the human's words finally coming back and echoing again. The feeling of success washed over Kayden again, as he nodded eagerly.

"Hanami dango first," he said, as he sat down firmly on the counter.

"Information later." He added rather stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked steadily at Malaeli'i, his words offering no chance for argument. He was adamant in his request - he always had been when it came to dango. If someone wanted something from Kayden, they had to give him something first. And that something well...that something Kayden usually decided.

Annabell Cooper

Annabell looked around biting her lip, Magenta, the oldest one and their leader was gone his cook had already come, Kayden has his cook, Lishe had her cook, but Annabell couldn’t find her cook. A terrible thought ran through her mind What if my cook doesn’t come?

This pit in her stomach continued to grow as she looked around and she still didn’t see the cook, with all the tattoos that made her favorite dango, Tennayaki. She was starting to get more and more worried, she was hungry and she knew there was a time limit.
Annabell’s stomach growled and her hands flew to her stomach and sat down on the ground and looked up at the dolls that were still there “What do we do if our cook doesn’t come?” She asked her eyes watering. “I don’t wanna die.”

Her mind was racing the thoughts all having the same theme, What if my cook doesn’t come? What if she’s sick and she doesn’t come? What if she got into an accident and she doesn’t ever come? She’s the only one that knows how to make Tennayaki!

Akisa "Fredirich" Ryuuzaki

Ignored… how come she didn’t see this coming? A single twitch pounded on Akisa’s eyebrow as a sigh escaped her lips. She had a feeling this would happen, she never had a proper conversation with the other cooks, all because she wanted to keep her distance. Now it was biting her in the ass as she bit her lip. Where was the owner? Now the child was starting to get worried… normally, when a shop burns down it’s the owner who’s first on the scene…

But where was he?

The panicking child forced her nerves to calm down while her eyes scanned the burned ruins. Where was he? It was like she became deaf to the conversation around her, to the fact that one of the chef’s already bolted with one of the talking ‘dolls’. That’s it… it was probably stress forcing her to hallucinate. “Uhm—“ She began… before the words were cut short as she spotted something in the rubble. Curiosity peaked within her hazel orbs as she walked over it. A hand… her eyes widened as her gaze met the horrid sight of the owner’s burnt body. A smile seemingly grazing his burnt lips… as if he was at peace…

Her ‘uncle’ dead… the father figure she came to look up to was gone, taken so cruelly by the fates. She felt like her world was breaking all over again, she was fate’s play thing… to hurt when the goddess grows bored… her eyes glistened with unshed tears before she quickly wiped them off. She mustn’t show weakness… she had to remain strong for herself. I hope you’re in Kami-sama’s hands Ojiji… She prayed before she glanced at the others… there was nothing left for her to do here…

Davian Hartseer

Davian stayed by Lishe’s side to try and comfort her, but it was no use. The poor thing was too busy crying her heart out to notice him. Reece, the red-headed cook, finally released from his stupor (most likely caused by seeing the dolls walk and talk like living things) started to stroke Lishe’s blonde hair. Reece was trying to help Lishe too. The small yarn doll decided that his younger sister was in good hands for the time being; at least the red-head wasn’t screaming in fear at the dolls.

Davian looked around to see Akisa standing over the Owners charred body. Her hazel eyes were a mix of emotions that the yarn doll could not decipher. The yarn doll’s stomach growled again, this time louder and angrier. Davian looked from Reece and Lishe then back to Akisa. Lishe will be ok. Reece won’t hurt her.Picking his way carefully though the ashes and broken wood, the yarn doll made his way over to Akisa. He could feel himself going quiet inside. He had never talked to her before and it made him a bit nervous. He prayed that he wouldn’t mess up their first conversation. Once he was standing in front of her, he waved one stubby sewn arm to get her attention.

“Excuse me, Askisa-san? You make Anko dangos right? I was wondering if you could make one for me. What Kayden-kun said is true: if we don’t have dangos then we will die. Please miss, I would like one if you could make it for me.” Davian said with as much politeness as he could muster. Hopefully she would consider making him one.