Mana chuckled to herself as she stepped through the school doors. A new crop of students had just died to come here and she was excited on how they'd react.
"I'm going to need my lunch at noon." She said to one of her servants who sped away as soon at she made the comment. She had arrived at school early, as always, just to make sure things were going smoothly.

"And here is my class." She mumbled, setting her bag at a desk in the middle row, by the window. No one had even taken that spot because it was hers, hers, and no one else's. "Pitiful beings." She chuckled stepping back outside and walking through the hallways, her special uniform(the one in her less angelic picture) to distinguish her from the rest.

Kanta walked through the hallways of the odd school, he had gleaned from various conversations between others in the school that everyone here had died and it was the afterlife. He found this very curious shouldn't the afterlife be something that he would enjoy unless it was hell, and if so what did he do in his life to warrant going to Hell. He watched as he passed a young girl with servants around her, he shrugged "I guess it's hell for some, and Heaven for others. All of it is highly illogical in the long run" he thought to himself.

Someone had come to his dorm room and handed him a scedule the day before and told him to be at his home room class at 9 am or deal with the consequences. They had also informed him that he was forbidden to leave the school grounds because he was human. So he had survived on the small shops that offered food on the campus, this was something else he didn't understand about this world. If he was dead why did he still get hungry and need to eat, all of it needed more research so it was better for him just to go along with it for now. He walked into the still empty classroom the only thing was a school bag sitting on a desk in the middle row. He shrugged at took the very first seat of the right row, looking around the room he could only deduce that this was a normal school classroom. I guess we'll find out later if devils come out and poke me with pitch forks if I don't answer a question correctly. Very unlikely I would answer a question incorrectly or voluntarily answer one" he thought again.

Kanta had always had a problem talking to others, it was bad enough that when he was alive he saw the dead wandering around. So he chose not to talk for fear that someone would think him crazy if he said anything about seeing a spirit. "Well I guess that doesn't matter any more because if I'm dead and seeing people that means everyone is dead... right... no... I don't know this is all very confusing I don't know what to think of all this anymore" he thought while quietly shaking his head. Not matter how much he tried to rationalize it all he just couldn't make sense of it all. Which was maddening to him, he had always prized himself for being able to make a logical determination for everything he ever came across. But this... this he couldn't no matter how many times he thought about it. No matter how hard he analyzed this it was still an impossibility to him, he had always thought that when you die that was it there was nothing. It was the scientific way to think...right.

Juzu awkwardly trailed down the halls, having a distant look in his pure yet stoic eyes. He had a scowl on his features, resulting in him looking like some kind of emo kid, but he didn't care. Everything to him was just an illusion, or so his mind tricked him into believing.

His cold gaze was following the blocks of cement in the hallways of the walls, until he made it to his classroom. Sighing rather dramatically, you could easily tell he didn't like this at all. The boy just wanted to be secluded in his dorm and stay there in isolation.

Stopping at the door of the classroom, his gaze shifted as she watched a woman ordering servants around. He shook his head softly and turned his gaze to peer inside the classroom, nearly timidly. A boy was simply sitting there, and he looked pretty eerily smart.

The boy somberly looked at the male, then his gaze shifted to a seat all the way in the back. Deciding to sit there, he made his way to a dark seat in the back and put his bags down, pulling his legs to his chest as he sat in the seat and looked at the wooden, glossed top of the desk.

"No one's here except us, hm?" He asked hoarsely, considering he didn't clear his throat this morning and he didn't speak to anyone until now.

Childlike laughter could be heard trickling down the halls as one Finch Kawasaki practically skipped through the new school campus. Man, this place was beautiful. He couldn't recall a more decadent education facility in his entire life, actually. He was most delighted, however, by the little lady bug alternating between buzzing down the hall in attempts to escape the boy, and landing to slowly crawl around the walls. "So cute," he murmured quietly with a big grin as he crouched down to stick his pointer finger in the way of the bug's path. Its spindly limbs tickled his skin and he resisted the urge to flick it off to, instead, bring his finger as close to his eyeball as possible as he stared at her polka dot pattern.

He was a morning person so it wasn't a problem that they asked him to be in his class room by 9 am. In fact, he'd been up and wandering since just past 6:30. He'd already crammed about his weight in some strawberry cakes he'd bought at the little campus store, and spent entirely too much money on them, too. The boy was indulgent, and after having been told he was dead and still stuck with doing work, he felt particularly gluttonous. It was a harmless way to act out and comfort himself at the same time. He could taste the strawberries on his tongue now as he thought about it.

"Oh, here we are, Lady. After you!" he cried, faking a curtsy before entering the classroom with his index finger leading. When he got in, he was genuinely surprised to see the room somewhat occupied. A boy sat in the front, and another in the back. It looked like the one with his legs to his chest had just finished talking. A tang of guilt for interrupting crossed over him, and he began to blush. "Ah, eh, sorry. Continue as you were." he said, bowing a little bit. But the boy wouldn't be able to, as at this motion, Lady buzzed off of his hand agitatedly and flew over to the front of the room where she, funnily enough, landed straight on the spectacled boy's nose. Finch barked out loud laughter at the whole scene, giggling so hard he had to double over. "I think she likes you." he said. She flew off of his nose again to position herself on the wall where she could stop being annoyed by these fleshy, moving creatures.

His laughter died down though his smile remained and he did a further inspection of the room to see a feminine bag set on a desk. So there was another one. Where could she be...? Without an immediate answer, he decided to simply bounce over to another seat, located directly in between either of his new class mates and beamed. "Er, my name is Finch. What're yours?"

A sweatdrop trickled down Juzu's head. A lady bug? He was very, very tempted to kill it, considering he never really enjoyed bugs on the downside, then, the boy started laughing. The somber boy, though, just watched the hyper boy intently, and when he was done laughing, the boy went to a seat then asked their names.

Might aswell, he thought. everything is an illusion anyway. I suppose I should play along.

Flicking a large lock of his black hair to the side considering it was covering his left eye, he cleared his throat to answer his name. His whole name. "Juzu Shujo Katakarika," he said, and then five seconds later he awkwardly added a rather shy, "hi", since he was indeed socially awkward, therefore not having much experience with talking to people.

Even when he was dead.

"You may..just refer to me as Juzu. Like juzu beads." Solemnly pressing his left hand to his lips, his index finger poked his upper lip when the other part of his hand was in the shape of a deformed fist. Taking out a journal from a bag which had paintings of hemoglobin on it, along with demented skulls, he opened it rather harshly and received a hit to the nose from his ebony pencil he draws with.

A stress vein began appeared at the top corner of his cranium as he leaned down to scoop up his pencil, and then flipped open his book to a blank page and began drawing different types of animal-resembled characters; and mainly, they all had bandages on them.

Derek walked the corridors of the building, on his way to supposedly alleged classroom with an expression that seemed to suggest he was looking at a chessboard, painstakingly deciding the first move. Thanks to the wonders of peripheral vision, he espied some girl walking around with some kind of entourage. Probably thought of herself as royalty or something, he thought. Almost walking straight into the door, Derek blindly navigated the classroom, eventually sitting in a chair next to some guy at the back who was doodling something or other in his notebook.

Still ignoring most of what was going on in the background, Derek's mind kept replaying the events of his death, or at least what he could remember of it. It was strange; he'd survived quite a few electrical shocks in the past, and he was even able to cast it from the palms of his hands, like magic! So why suddenly drop dead from just one measly zap from a fuse box? It wasn't as if he'd decided to throw himself inside a substation or anything, right?

In the midst of all this mental activity, a few words came from his lips, out of the blue. "Pawn to G3," he stated blankly. When these words actually reached his ears, realisation kicked in, bringing his mind back up from the murky depths of his musings.

"Eh? What've I missed, anything good?" Derek asked with no particular audience in mind. After all, any answer was better than no answer at all, especially in these circumstances...

((I shall try too~))
Mana circled around to the classroom and stepped inside. A few one people had gotten here. "How pleasant~" She clapped her hands together in delight and giggled a bit. "I'm Mana Walker." She said, smiling and taking her seat by the window. 15 minutes until class started and she was a little excited, for herself of course. She could kick one of the students out of the window or maybe she could stab them with scissors or something. "No need to introduce yourself to me, I already know who you are." She said it to save her time and so she could observe some of the others.

Natalie was running late as always, sprinting through the halls she said to herself, "I'm late, I'm late ohh I'm so late!!" As she ran she buttoned up her shirt. She pulled out a paper and looked at it to find out what room she was in. When she finally finds it she takes a break in front of the door before opening it.

" I'm soo sorry I'm late!" she said as she entered the classroom trying to catch her breath. When she looked up she sees Mana and says "Ooh lala, your so cute!!" she runs up and takes the seat next to her. Then Natalie stands up and says" My name is Natalie Petrov and I hope we all can get along, kay?" After finishing her interduction she sits down and starts to tap on her desk. But she was just thinking " Are all of these people dead?"

Mana looked at the girl who came in. She already knew who she was, but the girl introduced herself anyways. "Haha~" She chuckled at the girls comment before she said, "You're not so bad looking yourself. I'm Mana Walker." She smiled sweetly at here before the teacher had to step out of the room for about 30 minutes.
"Hmph, that was unexpected." She said laughing to herself before she reached down into her bag to see if her assortment of weapons were still in there.

((Man, I love Homestuck~))

Keiko kept an eye on the room number as she made her way down the hallway a bounce in her step despite being dead she considered this a new start on life. She walked into the room and there were a few boys and one girl, she was wearing a uniform totally different then Keiko's , she wondered how the girl got away with it. "No need to introduce yourself to me, I already know who you are." said the girl, Keiko made a face thinking what she said was kind of creepy. But then again they were dead and in school, what were they supposed to learn here anyway. She went and sat down in one of the chairs closest to the exit just in case she needed to make a run for it. She looked at a boy sitting in the back and smiled he looked a little on the emo side but was still cute. There was another that was totally a geek she could tell, "I'll have to avoid him she thought to herself". There was another guy who seemed overly happy, and another who looked like the boy next door. She shrugged and began to twirl a piece of her hair around her finger.

Juzu rose a brow when the supposed girl named "Mana" entered, and then following behind by a couple of minutes later, a girl named Natalie. Stopping his drawing for a quick moment, he tapped his bottom lip, gazing at his surroundings and taking in everyone's appearance. Getting along is hard for me, he thought, and so he decided to introduce himself also since he was just simply unamused.

"Juzu Shujo Katakarika. Hi," he said quietly, his legs still against his chest solemnly as he tapped one of his red shoes. Today might just be an interesting day. Then, he noticed a girl who glanced at him, returning the glance with a swish of his red eyes, nervously moving back down to his journal which rested open in his desk.

Natalie stood up and streached before she sat down on top of the desk. After thinking over it for about 3 minutes had finally got the guts to ask her what is on her mind, she said loud enough for everyone to hear. "So is everyone here dead?" she said as she looked around at everyone in the room. After a minute of silence she said "Well dont be shy speak up"

"I am." Mana stated pulling a throwing knife out of her bag once Juzu introduced himself. "Hm..." She threw it into his shoulder and chuckled. "Please make introductions to a specific person, not just in general~" She said it in a sickening sweet tone and a small, but evil smile on her face. "Haha~" She also sat on top of her desk, facing Natalie. "And if your wondering why I wear a different uniform, I'm the creator and ruler of this world. Myself and people who side with me, get to wear whatever uniform they want." She chuckled and tilted her head to the side. "They just have to deal with my twisted side at times."

Taken aback from the sudden action, he gasped from the sudden pain and grabbed his shoulder, wincing and pulling the throwing knife out of his shoulder as blood stained that specific spot, clearly visible on his black jacket.

Apparently, the poor boy wasn't even allowed to speak here. I knew I should've shut up. I can't talk here. This is all so confusing. I..I can't understand this. I'm dead but yet I can feel pain, what am I supposed to be, dead yet alive like a zombie?

He thought to himself as his whole arm and shoulder pulsed gently with excruciating pain. God. That hurt. It reminded him of his past, also, and how knives were used often, resulting in him sitting there with his bangs covering his eyes while his good arm was slung over his bloody shoulder. Maybe he should use his power right about now, since after all, his power was weeping.

And so, acting rather impulsively on that thought, he began crying, though softly at first, hoping it could cause some kind of pain considering his power would pierce people's tear glands, and force them to look at his soul, or in other words, feel his emotions of confusion and pain. Thing is, it went to everybody within the area, mainly people within the area of 190 yards, which pretty much in other words covered most of the class.

"You may..just refer to me as Juzu. Like juzu beads." said the boy. He was standoffish and rather shy; the words seemed forced and Finch felt bad, again, for making him feel uncomfortable. His face dropped for a second before the kid let out a small, "hi," and he was smiling again. "Nice to meetcha!" Finch chirped as he tilted his head a little as he smiled. Nothing else needed to be said because it was then that a stream of people came surging in through those doors.

A male with brown hair who seemed to be caught up in his own world stumbled in, then a striking girl wearing a special uniform who looked sososo self confident, then a blonde lass who seemed to take a liking to the first girl and was very friendly, then another girl who looked like she could use a hug or two but was stunning nonetheless. Finch was star struck and found his mouth literally gaping. Everyone here seemed so fresh, like a breath of air sweeping across the ocean view.

He was only vaguely aware of the eerie question Natalie had asked concerning their deaths. "Such beautiful people!" he blurted out before he realized he had. He immediately turned beet red and slunk into his chair a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Luckily
(or unluckily depending on how you look at it) nobody could really react to his embarrassing stumble because a knife was being chucked into Juzu's shoulder by the girl who revealed herself as Mana, the creator of the world.

Finch stood hastily, making absolute ruckus as a few chairs flipped in his attempts to quickly aid the poor boy. "HEY!" he shouted lamely, brows furrowing atop his head as his hero instincts flexed. Before he could get there, though, a terrible feeling swept from his gut and bubbled up into his chest. He dropped to his knees immediatley.

"What... is this?" he asked, breaking out into a sob towards the end. Confusion, pain, angst, hurt, sorrow all boiled inside him. It was raw and new to him. Feelings that Finch had repressed for years came up to the surface and scorched him in a way he'd never felt before. He curled into a ball on the floor as he wept. Sadness........

Suddenly, a memory was returning to him. He was in a hospital bed looking into the eyes of his starry eyed boyfriend. He wanted to blurt out his name but he couldn't remember what it was. All he knew is that things could never be the same. "I'm so sorry," he had whispered, stroking his face as he cried. "So sorry." About what? What had happened to ruin what they had? Why was he in the hospital? The frustration of not knowing was almost as painful as these feelings, everything so foreign. He was a strict positivist who refused to let himself even frown. This was worse than anything he could imagine.

Finch let out an anguished grunt in real life. This was too much. Who was this person? And he was embarrassed about his comment about everyone being beautiful. How would he feel once he realized he had a mental breakdown right in front of them?

((OOC: YAY, JOIN ME ON THE DARK SIDE THAT IS TINY FONT. I think it makes sense that Juzu's power would be a catalyst for returning Finch's bad memories to him. u______u))

Mana chuckled a bit as Finch had a break down. "How nice~" She said before she proceeded to walk over to Juzu and rip the knife from his shoulder. "Hm~" She tapped the knife on her chin before she grabbed Juzu's hair and pulled his head back, slicing open his neck, then letting him go and allowing him to fall forward onto his desk. "Sorry, boy. You were the unfortunate example of what happens." She thought a bit before she turned to walk back to her seat and her servants came out of the shadows and carried Juzu from his seat, out of the room and to the infirmary.

"Finch, you are an amusing fellow~" She giggled and then picked him up by the back of his uniform collar. "But I really wanna throw you out the window~" She gave him a sick, twisted smile and set him down after setting the desk upright. "But I'll wait for lunch to do that~"

Finch found himself, after the crashing waves of emotion had turned into a mere lapping of thoughts, feeling rather hollow. Most would be accustomed to this sensation- it's how humans simply are. You build and build until you burst and let it all out and then you're empty of it all for a short while before it starts to build and build again. Finch couldn't say he understood, but nonetheless, he just kind of wanted to nap for a while. He was drained and not paying attention to how Juzu's powers affected the others in the room. That's right, Finch, the empathetic boy who would usually give anything to anyone, was too wrapped up in gnawing out his mind to notice other people's heart throbs. Apparently there was a lot of growth to be found in death.

He was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his name. "Finch, you are an amusing fellow~" she had said, the giggle that followed like toxins running through his brain. She lifted him by his shirt collar and he found himself glaring at her. It felt foreign on his face but he couldn't help it. He felt genuine anger towards this woman who had so cruelly created this world only to torture them in it. The injustice rubbed him raw. "But I really wanna throw you out the window~" she smiled and put him back in his seat, assuring him that she'd wait for lunch to do any tossing. "I need to stay true to me..." he thought, realizing that he wasn't acting very Finch-like at all. He'd be damned if he let the cruel dictator change his character in death. He would die the same person he lived as. Firmed by this conviction, he thought of all the things that brought him joy. He focused on Lady's polka dot shell, thought of puppies and kittens, pretended he could be tasting sweet pastries on his tongue, thought of the sunshine beaming down on him. And with that, a smile slowly grew back on his face. He cleared his throat, dispelling the demons that had tried to poke and prod at his mental health, vanishing any negative thought he may have had. He wasn't exactly happy, but at least enough to feign it.

This, he reckoned, was more powerful than any attack he could have made. At least in his mind.

"When does class begin?" he chirped perkily.

Natalie who is now covered in Juzu's blood begins to shake in fear. She looks down at her clothes in shock she freezes in terror because of her fear of blood getting on her. After a few minutes she begins to talk to herself like a crazy person " This.....this .......this isn't happening....HAHAHA.....this isn't happening!!!" She then scrables for her bag and dumps it out until she finds a M9 handgun she then says, "This is just a bad dream.....HAHAHA...... and because this is a dream if I kill myself I'll wake up HAHA... " She then puts the pistol to her head and says " Goodbye." Before she pulls the trigger and her body falls to the ground.

Mana looked at the Natalie before even more of her servants came to get her in the same manner that they got Juzu. "Well class has already started, but the teacher's going to be gone fore a while, possibly the whole day." She smiled sweetly at him before pulling a rifle out her bag after setting the knife back inside. She had a few clubs, claws and CDs if she got board. "Feel free to come and try to harm me." She had a relaxed smile painted on her face...
And seeing as no one was doing anything yet, she went up to the whiteboard, with her bag, and wrote, "hOnK." She chuckled a bit before walking away from the board a bit and standing to where anybody could get her, still holding her rifle and bag.

((OOC: SO MUCH HOMESTUCK)) /cries

Okay, this was certainly the afterlife, although the quality of said afterlife was... debatable, to say the least. From what Derek had gathered from the ensuing chaos, this "Mana" person, the supposed ruler of this realm, was an obsessive, psychopathic control freak. And that was being generous. It was clearly evident that she was planning on making their lives absolute hell, but for what reason? Well, that answer might be out of reach for the moment, but with a little experimentation with this person, an answer might reveal itself in time.

"Knight to E4," he mumbled to himself, focusing on Mana's nervous system. He tried a little bit of everything on her; muscular spasms in her legs, a bit of lancing pain in her shoulder (a little payback for what she did to the other guy, however annoying he was) and even stimulated a few nerves to feel pleasure like a good massage, to further add to the confusion. Derek knew for certain that the outcome would be quite hilarious, if anything.

Juzu stopped his power once the lady sliced open his throat resulting in him gasping violently, and gradually passing out, only to wake up in an infirmary, or in other words, a mini hospital. Fun, huh? He's always hated hospitals with a passion, considering what he had to go through, but he just hesitated from moving and just laid there in a hospital bed.

"Why'd she torture me when she knows I can't die?" He asked himself, his mouth in the form of nearly a masochistic grin. "I'll get her back," he reassured himself, only for everything to go black again as he drifted off into faintness and darkness, though he felt another presence around him. A girl's presence. Opening his eyes into slits after only passing out for a short amount of time, his gaze shifted and he saw another girl in the hospital. Natalie?

Maybe Mana shot her after dealing with me, he thought. Juzu wondered if his throat would heal in time..but, why did it matter? He couldn't talk even if he wanted to, without getting his head cut off into pieces by that lunatic ruler!

Fading into darkness again, he constantly blacked out, until he was reassured about something: there were medical bandages around his neck now, only for a bit of blood to seep through. He supposed they might have fixed him now and he could head back to class, but something told him he should see if Natalie was okay.

After all, she seemed a bit insane at the moment, and another reassuring thought broke into his brain cells: there were bandages on his shoulders too. Atleast he was covered pretty well, but despite his arrogant and impulsive attitude, he didn't stay in his bed to rest. His gaze swept over Natalia, having only a mere hint of concern, though it disappeared pretty fast.

He headed out the door and then luckily made his way back to the classroom without falling. Now, he's sure of where to stay: in the darkness. Juzu peaked through and saw Mana still there, ready for anyone to attack her. A scowl appeared across his face, as he slunk against the side of the wall, sitting more in the back of the class: where more shadows were casted so he could just sulk.

((YES! Joining the dark side! >:D And yeah. Juzu's power is great trigger to cause someone's memories to flood back. Now, where's my cookies?))

Natalie wakes up in the infirmary she sits up she relizes that it wasnt a dream because her old uniform is in a bloody pile on the floor. She then says to herself out loud "I guess I should get to class." She gets up and starts to walk to her classroom as she is walking she thinks of her classmates and what happened after she shot herself. As she nears the class she hears a comotion inside she hesitates before opening the door.

As she opened the door she sees Mana holding a rifle and the rest of the class yelling at each other about to kill each other. She walks over to Mana who is the only calm person and asks, "What did I miss and do you have a pain killer I have a horrible headache?"

Kanta swallowed hard "Just don't say anything and no one will notice you" he thought to himself. "That girl must be nuts why did I have to die and come to be some mentally unstable persons play thing. Just sit here quietly and... and do equations in your head yeah that'll work. Sooner or later the teacher will come in and class will start." he pulled out a pencil and paper and began to do simple equations.

Then the other girl just shot herself in the middle of class, Kanta dropped his pencil and stood up. "Thats it I have to get out of here and get a breath of fresh air. All of this illogical and highly improvable." he thought as he headed towards the exit of the class. Passing by the dark haired girl that hadn't spoke but sat there looking equally horrified. From the emo boy getting stabbed, the really talkative guy acting like an emo, but the girl shooting herself took the cake of insanity. Kanta stepped out into the hallway as Mana's servants dragged the girl and the emo boy out of the classroom. He leaned against the concrete wall of the hallway and slid down it till he was sitting on the floor. He pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, "What am I going to do?" he asked himself quietly.

Keiko stood up when Mana stabbed the boy "And if your wondering why I wear a different uniform, I'm the creator and ruler of this world. Myself and people who side with me, get to wear whatever uniform they want." She chuckled and tilted her head to the side. "They just have to deal with my twisted side at times."

Usually Keiko didn't stand up for someone who was less popular then herself, but she didn't see the point in being controlled by..

"Why the hell did you do that you ... crazy bitch!" she yelled she couldn't believe it "You know I'd rather be somewhere rotting then here playing psychopathic dolls with you. Oh and by the way everybody my name is Keiko Fujiwara" she said as she put her hands on her hip and flipping her hair behind her. She may not like not being popular but she didn't like someone controlling her either.

Juzu took refuge under a chair, watching as Keiko stood up and defended him and herself. A sadistic grin spread across his pale features, resulting in him suppressing a quiet chuckle. "I can't die here," he whispered, his gaze shifting as he eyed Mana with his red eyes. "Might aswell have some joy while here."

He knocked the chair down and stood out from under his desk, his hands in his pockets as he stood and glared at Mana with a tint of insanity, considering he was very adamant and impulsive, which fitted him nearly perfectly, and usually his impulsive attitude got him in loads of trouble. "How fatuous," he commented, grinding his teeth together as his suicidical, nearly pleasurable- from- deriving- pain grin widened nearly from ear to ear.

His mad as March Hare gaze shot towards Keiko, and he cocked his head to the side, making his features seem more vicious and bloodcurdling. "Thank you, Fujiwara, but you should not care. I can't die here, so I am fine in the mean time, in my perspective, because everything is an illusion."

The boy's gaze averted, and now struck the insane Mana. Balancing their soul wavelengths to where Juzu felt the insanity well inside him also, he hopefully thought they were on the same persona wavelength, though Juzu really didn't need to balance an immense amount, because his mind is vast with insanity with illusions and pathelogical lies.

He shifted his torso, soon bringing his waist and his body to follow his movement, and he walked towards Mana, only stopping in the middle of the classroom, his scarlet eyes anxiously shaking gently while his madness lapped at his conscience. "So, 'leader'. If you made this world only to absolutely conduct pain on the dead souls of others, why'd you make this world in the first place? What if it ever so happens that we never died, and we're all simply asleep, dreaming about what might happen if we do die? How do we know, that, this place is not an illusion? Is it?"

Juzu cocked his head to the side again, though this time to left, as his murderous grin softly widened further to where it began pulsing pains into his cheeks, but he didn't care. He had something to do, and the only thing on his mind:

Revenge.

The boy's hands rummaged through his pockets, though his sweater barely covered it. Where was it? He had a miniature shuriken in his pocket, but he forgot it was there this morning and unfortunately for his absentminded brain, he couldn't keep up with it. Finally, and successfully grabbing it, he quickly snatched it out of his pocket and twirled it in between his fingers for a quick second, and then threw it at her like a boomerang.

When his attack was done, he'd use his power again, but this time, most likely specifically directed at Mana, and this time, he was going to use it worse than last time.