Mastermind

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When your memory has been taken from you, your imagination will subconsciously work on its own, manipulating the space around you, creating a world all your own here in the asylum... Once you're in, can you get out?

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"Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: humans and monsters.

One day, war broke out between the two races.

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.

They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell."





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The War Between Humans and Monsters

Why did the humans attack? Indeed, it seemed they had nothing to fear. Humans are unbelievably strong. It would take the soul of nearly every monster just to equal the power of a single human soul. But humans have one weakness. Ironically, it is the strength of their soul. Its power allows it to persist outside the human body, even after death.

If a monster defeats a human, it can take its soul. A monster with a human soul... A horrible beast with unfathomable power. This power has no counter. Indeed, a human can not take a monster's soul. When a monster dies, its soul disappears. And an incredible power would be needed to take the soul of a living monster.

There is only one exception. The soul of a special species of monster called a "Boss Monster." A Boss Monster's soul is strong enough to persist after death...if only for a few moments. A human could absorb this soul, but this has never happened. And now it never will.

The power to take their souls. This is the power humans feared.

Hurt, beaten, and fearful for our lives, we surrendered to the humans. Seven of their greatest magicians sealed us underground with a magic spell. Anything can enter through the seal, but only beings with a powerful soul can leave.

There is only one way to reverse this spell. If a huge power, equivalent to seven human souls, attacks the barrier...it will be destroyed. But this cursed place has no entrances or exits. There is no way a human could come here. We will remained trapped down here forever.

However... There is a prophecy. The Angel... The One Who Has Seen The Surface... They will return. And the underground will go empty.
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Eyes shut. Darkness. A nice white-walled room gone ignored. There were no walls in an open mind. No such thing. If someone were to look inside the window on the door of the room, they would be able to see a boy, practically blending in with the surroundings. They would see that, despite the constriction and pressures and worry of never leaving this place, he was laying there calmly with a soft smile on his face. They should--but might not--notice the sigh that left his lips, showing signs of pure contentness, but a wavering expression on his face that showed he really wasn't enjoying himself as much as he probably wished he could. If they bothered to listen in and put a nosy ear to the door, they would hear the faintest sounds of music playing.

They would probably feel confused. Clear frowned and the music stopped. The hammock he was laying on stopped swinging from the nonexistant trees it was attached to. There was no music player, no radio--nothing that could be making the sound. Eyes open. Lights on. Doors swung open. Clear fell from the hammock, that then disappeared, and landed on the padded ground with a small thud, wincing from a mix of pain and surprise. He didn't say a word. There was silence. But it was different than usual. Instead of the usual calm, uncaring sort of silence that commonly passed through those empty asylum halls, this one was eerie, foreshadowing, dangerous. It was telling him not to make a move. He held his breath.

Then stood from the floor, tentative and unsure. The door was open? The door never opened. He'd been here five years and the door hadn't opened once except for the time he was thrown inside--and he doesn't even remember how that happened, since he'd been asleep at the time, but he just figured that's how he got in the room. It's not right. Clear just stared at the door like a lost idiot, the only thoughts passing over his mind being, The door is open. He couldn't be sure. How could he be sure? Nothing was ever sure in the asylum. Well, except for the fact that his powers were gone a week ago. Taken from him. Not completely, of course, but the majority of it. He remembered how big of a shock it had been when he was suddenly kicked out of his dream world. His world and no one else's! And someone he was taken away from it! He was still fuming about that. He wanted revenge--because that was the only thing he had. His world.

But that was besides the point right now. The. Door. Was. Open. Right there. Clear as...well, as his name! It was obvious. But was it sure? "Who cares?" he said, his voice just above a whisper. With a hesitant step that grew into an excited stride, Clear was at the door's edge. Without a second thought, his foot was out the door. He was out of the room, he was free. ...It didn't feel any different. Frowning, Clear wondered if there were others. Then again, he hardly cared. He just wanted out of here. He wanted to see what else was around here. Starting down the hall, not as hesitant this time, but awed, his eyes were glued to everything but the path in front of him. A strange whispering sound came from around the corner and he paused, wondering if it might be 'others.' Whoever the 'others' might be. He couldn't be alone in this large place. Could he? The whispering proved otherwise.

Clear curiously turned the corner, just to see, but stopped from what he was met with. Bug-like creatures, black and shadowy--things that he certainly could not imagine. They unnerved him and he took a step back, but they had already taken notice of him. "O-oh, uh..." he trailed off. What could you say to a creature without...a creature like this? This was something he'd never seen before. Of course he couldn't imagine it. He wouldn't of known how. In subconscious defense, five multi-colored music notes appeared around his head, floating there as uselessly as ever. There was no point to them. The creatures' chatters only grew and the next thing Clear knew he was running down the hall, the creatures giving close chase after him, and the music notes following behind the creatures. This was no illusion.

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It was too bright, as the world he once created was full of darkness, now he sat in the middle of a white room, sitting on a Gothic chair. It looked extremely old, but extravagant with things carved into the black painted wood, it was the only thing which was familiar to him now, ever since his powers had been taken. Muto sat there motionless with his eyes closed, his brow furrowed as he tried desperately to imagine the world he had grown to love. The darkness, the cold wind which nipped at the residents he created, he even liked the droplets of blood splattered across the unyielding sidewalks. All of that was gone now, replaced with just a blank room, white walls surrounded him, almost giving the feeling of claustrophobia, if Muto suffered from it that was. The small screams comforted him though, echoing in the deep parts of his mind, another thing he still managed to imagine. With a smile crossing over the features of the blue haired male, the screams grew louder and louder until suddenly; they stopped. His eyes shot open, staring at the open door and slowly he stood up, wandering over to the open doorway.

The door was never open, but then again, the white room was never normally there. It had all been since the workers invaded his world, draining most of the male’s power. Something which intrigued him through, as he looked down upon the white floor and glancing back to the chair which he sat in. Bloody footsteps, shaped in the exact same manner of Muto’s shoes, followed him, stopping right at his own feet. He smiled at the sight, pleased with himself that such abilities he once had were not affected too greatly. Again Muto turned back to the open doorway, narrowing his eyes to look out into the hallways. The door had only ever been opened twice before, once when he was thrown into the room, five years ago, whilst the other time was only a few days ago when the lab assistants were forced to step into the horrifying world of Muto. He would laugh at their frightened screams as they wandered deeper inside his own mind, but despite his own efforts to make them flee, they succeeded in their mission; draining Muto’s powers.

Revenge wasn’t something he truly desired, however if it meant that he could go back to the world he loved so much, a world where he was accepted, then of course, revenge was the only option. He took no steps out of the room itself, however he did lean forward, looking right and finding nothing. Then as he turned to look left he was met with a strange sight, another person running away from something he wasn’t quite sure how to describe. Usually running would only occur in his own world and such a creature never existed. It didn’t frighten Muto, instead it intrigued him. Or perhaps he was much more interested in the boy running from said creature, with a few music notes trailing not far behind him. Taking a step out of the room, Muto faced the boy running, who showed no signs of stopping, quickly reaching out and grabbing the male’s hand and spinning him around to behind Muto, who continued to hold the boy’s hand as a bloody dagger manifested itself in the other.

He stared down at it with a disappointed smile, hoping to create something much more larger and powerful, but a dagger was all he got. A sharp silver blade with a black hilt and blood dripping off of its tip, despite not having touched anything. He threw the dagger with a great accuracy at the black creature, halting it’s movement as it fell to the floor. At least it would be down for the time being. Muto frowned at the lack of blood coming from the creature’s chest, unsure whether it was alive or dead, or even what the thing was. Did it even have blood? He turned his attention to the girl- wait, it was a boy. At first, Muto believed it to be a girl, however getting a proper look at the person, it was a boy. One with snowy white hair and crimson eyes which seem faded into pink pools. Muto grabbed onto the other hand of Clear, pulling him closer towards himself. Blood seeped from between their two hands and he merely smiled, leaning in closer towards the other male.

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"Could I have some water?"

Silence. An unearthly silence. A silence so calm and musky that you could pick it out of the air, and taste it. Not that the taste of silence would be much, but surely it would be tasting of more than the scrawny and pitifully small fruits that Kain had been able to grow for the past few days.
"Hello?" Kain asked out into the empty white room. He'd been asleep, and so his world of wonders weren't near its flourishing bloom. "I asked if I could have some water?". Again the silence that seemed to linger in the air. It was as if it was pestering him, making him feel powerless... and dehydrated.
Today was a very weird day. Somehow, the laboratory people who gave him food and water had been absent or busy, because he didn't get much food or water. In Kains condition, some would say that a piece of bread for Africa was generous when compared to him. He was pale, fragile and apallingly thin. His cheeks insunk and his eyes bulging out in dark bulbs. His clothes which had been sitting nicely on him for a long time were slacking and hanging. He was a pitiful sight. But even then, he had smoe kind of aura. A shining precense that seemed to keep him alive and take him onwards. A spell cast upon him long ago. It was willpower, the willl to live. The will to get out of the white prison and out into the lush forest and rolling plains of... outside?

Kain got to his feet, his stomach yearning for food, but his legs were adamant. They carried him to the door, where he could rest up the wall. "I said... WATER!" He yelled out, angry that he couldn't get some water. Maybe a good hot meal. Potatoes, steamed carrots, raw champignons, some boiled pork and a sauce made on triffles...
Drop! . . .
What was that? A sound, water was dripping somewhere. fresh and crystal clear water that he could use, drink and own. Kain looked up, just to get a look at the roof. Nothing special there, only the white roof tha seemed to always be the same... Then he looked at the ground, where a small sparkle of water lay. It was calling out for him. "Kain! Kain! Come and get me!" He whispered to himself.
He then noticed that his mouth were open, and that the drop was the result of a long trail of drool that ran from his mouth, to his chin. It must've been the thought of a hot meal that triggered it... But never the less, Kain closed his mouth and focused at the glittery drop at the floor. He bent down on his knees, and put his hand over the drop.
"Come on..." He muttered. "Come on fella, you can do it." he said, moving his hands away to reveal a sprouting green plant. "Grow for papa." he whispered to it, placing his face besides the fragile plant.

As if by a miracle, the plant began growing. Quickly becoming of the same size as a sunflower. At the top of it, a long bean-like thing hung. With a tired look in his eyes, Kain took the bean, and flicked it open using his thumbs. Inside lay rounded squares of the color blue. They seemed more like pills than anything else. Kain moved the entire bean up to his face, and then drove the bean up, his teeth scrapping off the blue squares. A shiver went down his spine as he felt strength welling back into his being. His face began filling out again, and his clothes sat better now. As if by magic, there was a new person. A phenix, born from the ashes of the miserable being he'd been.
Kain let a hand run over his cheek, as to check if everything was in place. He let out a pleased sigh. Once again he'd cheated death. Although only for the time being, then it was by far enough.

"I have to get some food..." he muttered, and moved towards the opened door. He poked his head out, and looked back and forth down the aisles a pair of times. Then settled his gaze on two others who stood a little down the aisle. "Hello? Do you know when the food arrives?" Kain asked out with a shy smile. Interaction with other human bings... it was like spacescience to him.

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It felt like a void of nothingness. Her beautiful wonderland was now gone leaving only a black hole in her mind. She wanted to go back but she couldn't for now. She missed the sweet aroma that used to invite her deeper into her imaginary world. The tempting rich chocolate waterfalls were now nothing more than a memory in her mind. The alluring candy bars and cotton candy gone with everything else. The world before her didn't seem real to her. It was nothing more than a simple temporary holding place until she was able to let her imagination runaway, and take her to the true world were she belonged. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as it was the only sound to come across her ears. Any sound she made danced around her in an echo. The only entertainment she had right now was staring and hoping the door before her would open. This was no place for a girl like her. Being confined to one room was outrageous to her. Tapping her foot she finally decided to speak up. "Hello? Is there any chance of me leaving here?"

She stood up from her chair in one swift motion. "Fine I'll just wait I guess." Lily walked over to the wall and pressed her nails against it. She started walk allowing her nails to glide over the wall behind her. If one looked close enough at the wall, they would see various nails marks she had made over her time being in this room. It used to be a habit of hers, but now it was just a daily routine she would go through. The sound of her nails going against the wall caused her to hum to herself. It was another source of entertainment. If it wasn't for her imaginary world, she would have gone insane by now. Most people think she already has, but Lily is the same as when she first got stuck in this place. She stopped walking when she heard a very loud click as if someone was opening a door. Turning her body towards the door laying adjacent to her, a look of curiosity grew deep within her until it surfaced to her face.

Lily took slow steps walking over to the door. Did they really hear her just now? What if it was just some sick prank and the door would close in front of her face? She would never know unless she tried it out. Taking her first step out of the room felt amazing. She may have been in the same building still, but this way maybe she could see the others now. "Thank you whoever opened my door." She called out before a chortle left her lips. "I can't believe I'm out of my room!" A serge of excitement burst through her as she spun around in circles. Looking up at the ceiling, she stopped spinning when she heard voices. Was it the others? She looked down the hall to her right and just started walking without giving it a second thought. She couldn't stop herself from skipping down the hall and humming to herself. She heard voices again, but didn't know how far they were from her. "Guys? Are you there?"

Her voice was light and filled with excitement. Even if the others weren't out maybe she would be able to get them out. Lily stopped when she heard something behind her. They were black creepy figures who moved swiftly towards her. "I think it's time for me to go now." She spoke before taking off running. "Wait maybe if I just think." Closing her eyes she thought up a weapon she could use right now. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a candy sword in her hand. "Neat!" Lily stopped running and turned around. She only saw one of them was following her. Good maybe it won't be bad with just one. Taking her sword in front of her, she waited for the creature to come closer. Giving the best swing she had within her, she hit the thing in it's head causing it to disappear.

"Wow now this is cool!" Taking off again, she started running till she could find someone else. "Hey!" She stopped when she find someone coming out of their room. "Hello there! I'm sure we have met before, but my name is Lily." She smiled at the male then turned her head to see two more standing down the hall. "Hey guys! Did you see some black creatures lurking around here? Pretty cool aren't they!" She couldn't help but show how excited she was to see other people. "We have to find someone else. This is like one big adventure, now are you ready to start it?!" Lily pointed to the ceiling and her head followed suit looking upwards also. "I'm ready to have fun!" She looked back down at the other three people.

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Ivory sat miserably in her room, crying and pinching herself. She needed more color. Nothing was colorful anymore, all there was were these white walls, ceiling, and floor. How could she possibly have lived here for so long? In her short new life, she'd only experienced brilliant light, rainbows, and colorful creatures that she could somehow not name. There were hues and shades, highlights and outlines. Here, everything was endless white. Except it wasn't endless, which Ivory knew when she had walked right into a wall. So much white, so little color.

And so, the poor girl had resorted to using herself to make colors. She could hardly make so much as a paintbrush anymore, since they had cruelly ripped her out of her world. She'd never been a bad girl if she recalled correctly. Why were they punishing her so brutally like this? She had nothing left in this room. Nothing was colorful except for her blood and the black and blue bruises that were covering her legs and arms. Was she insane? Questionably not, but she needed some sort of hope as she sat their miserably, and that painful color was her hope.

Ivory looked at her finger nails, which she had bitten off in the short time since having her powers drained. The blood that had come from some was smeared on the floor around her, but now the blood had ceased to flow. They'll let me out soon. I just have to wait. I need more colors. Then they will release me from this room, she thought, trying to figured out what else she could do that wasn't too horrible.

Suddenly, there was a soft whoosh as the door slid open to her room. Standing slowly, the brunette looked at the hallways outside. They did not look much different than here, but what was here anyway? Taking a cautious step forward, she hesitated at the doorway. Why was she being let out? Was this further punishment? Or perhaps a reward? But for what? She took another step and found herself in a hallway. She looked right and left, not sure of which way to go. She turned to go left, when she noticed something staring at her. The creature was black, with bright, glowing yellow eyes. It wasn't much, but it was something different.

She approached it, curious. But then Ivory realized that there were others with it, all staring at her with those same unblinking eyes. Turning around, she began running away, a few drips of paint making a trail behind her as she ran. The creatures did not seem overly eager to chase her, but the more distance the better. She had been lucky, as none had chosen her as a target. Yet.

Continuing to run, Ivory soon ran right into a wall. Quickly, while grumbling to herself, she turned left and continued to run from those horrible looking creatures. She stopped and glanced behind her. Stepping quietly, she soon found three others. Boys it appeared to be, though she wasn't sure as to how she knew that. Two of the boys, one with white hair and one with very interesting blue hair, stood extremely close. What were they doing? The third also had blue hair. All seemed just as confused as she was. "Creatures," she says quietly, wondering if they had encountered them also. She did not know that Clear was also towing a small pack of the Memoirs behind him as she was.

It was then that she noticed a girl like herself, with very colorful hair. She said something about these creatures, saying something positive about them. Perhaps she was right? Ivory wasn't sure as she looked around at the others, doing her best to smile.

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'Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.' Pyro wasn't sure how he remembered that, who said it, or how long he had known that quote. All he knew was that, yes, it was a quote. He hadn't said it. It hadn't come from him, it had come from someone else. But who? He cast his eyes around his room, the white surprisingly blinding considering his past world. The warmth of the flames... The reds mixing with the oranges, the yellow edges of the fire. And the glorious white and blue, the hottest parts, the ones he loved the most. But it was gone, now, and he was left cold and alone.

No, it wasn't the alone that bothered him, though Pyro wasn't exactly an anti-social person. It was the cold. As if by instinct, he reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his old red lighter. The red was somewhat faded, and it couldn't even make a spark, but it was comforting. Just holding it in his hand... He smiled painfully to himself as he clicked it, again and again. The sound echoed in his empty room, but reminded him of the warmth he used to have. Before they came. It wasn't fair, he remembered thinking. Why me? I just want fire... I just want to be warm.

I wonder if the door will every open, Pyro thought to himself. He cast his green eyes around the room, the dismal white glaring back at him. I hope so. This is so... So dull. Fire is interesting. Fire is everything, after all. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice his door had opened until he saw a bit of black in the corner of his eyes. He stood up, seeing a weird... Animal stare at him. It had bright glowing eyes. Yellow, eyes. This has got to be some kind of joke, Pyro thought as he stepped a few feet closer to it. Suddenly, it transformed. It became... Him. Only completely back, even the clothes. Only the green eyes were the same.

"What the hell?!" Pyro shouted, backing up and trying to set it on fire. Only sparks. Damn, this isn't good, he thought. I keep forgetting those damn scientists or whatevers came. I'm screwed... I need some serious help. He thrust his hand forward and a small burst of fire shot forward, singeing the thing a little. "Come on, come on! You can do this...." Pyro bit his lip and snapped his fingers, able to create a small, tennis-ball sized fireball. Not exactly his best work, but it was going to have to do. Jumping forward, Pyro shoved his fist in the thing's face. It made some kind of animalistic noise and shot up in fire. Well, it's head it. It backed away, still screaming, giving Pyro time to leave his room. He looked around quickly and spotted a group of other kids like him just standing around.

"Whatever you guys are planning on doing, it better be fast, because we've got company. I'm Pyro," he said quickly. He snapped his fingers again, and his fireball went out.

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They're getting closer, Clear noticed with a paled face as he risked a look behind him. He knew at this rate they'd catch up to him. Maybe they weren't bad. Mabybe he was just overagerrating. It was bad to judge the book by the cover, right? So maybe he was just being wrong. They could be trying to tell him a way out or--"Ah!" he shouted out of surprise as a hand grabbed hold of his own and pulled him to the side. He stood there, a little clueless as he watched the blue-haired boy pull out a weapon and toss it at the creature. The creature was held in place for a few moments until it disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. This was weird, even for him. And he knew weird--he'd just spent the last five years stuck in his own imagination.

His attention was forcefully removed from the odd creature, with more swarming closer around, some running off down the hall and around corners for reasons unknown, as the blue-haired boy grabbed his hands and pulled him close. Clear pulled a face, eyebrows knitting together in a mix of confusion and annoyance. He disliked this. Whatever this was. The hell was this thing doing? This weird blue-haired thing. Touching him. Who gave him permission to do that? He narrowed his eyes, momentarily forgetting the fact this guy just basically saved him--that was besides the point and this guy was not getting a thank you for that. Blood seeped from between their--wait, woah, what?

Clear's eyes widened considerably. Blood? "Am I bleeding?" he asked aloud, having a mental freak out. Too close, blood. This guy had definitely stabbed him! That was where the blood on that knife he threw at the creature came from. He forced himself to calm down. His palms didn't hurt. He didn't feel like he was about to bleed out and die a slow, horrible death. This was... He frowned, starting to get it as a music note danced around a few centimeters above his head. A bright, glowing yellow one. "An illusion," he murmured. He looked up at the boy, then around at the other people he had just realized were around them now. They--these people were real. He suddenly used what strength he had to yank his hands forcefully out of the blue-haired kid's hold offensively, glaring up at the taller male. "Thing, don't touch me," he said snobbily, taking a careful step back and narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the others around them.

"Hello? Do you know when the food arrives?" Food? Was this boy an idiot? Even he wasn't that stupid. They were never given food or water. They relied on their...well, that was complicated.

Things were weird with the silence. Well, there wasn't silence since some people joined after the others, the creatures coming down the hall after them, and some of the kids were talking, but he didn't register what they were saying. He shook his head. He didn't like the silence. In his world, he had his own theme music for every mood and every time of the day. It never got old. Now things were too quiet. The yellow music note separated into three smaller blue ones that levitated over the blue-haired boy's head. Clear studied them, then turned carelessly away, crossing his arms and pouting. This just wouldn't do. He didn't want these people here. It wasn't fair that he couldn't just make them disappear like he could with the music. "Who are you people?" he asked, a little louder to address the others.

"Whatever you guys are planning on doing, it better be fast, because we've got company. I'm Pyro," one of the boys said. Clear glanced behind Pyro at the creatures trailing after him, then over to the girl with the colorful hair. She seemed to like these creatures. Were they good or were they bad? I don't care. I'm just going to let them deal with it and leave, he thought, taking a step away from the crowded group.

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Suppressing a small laughter as the one he had latched himself onto seemed both annoyed and confused, but then his eyes widened as he saw the blood between their hands. It took quite a lot of energy from Muto to actually stop himself from laughing out aloud, of course that would ruin the moment wouldn't it? "Am I bleeding?" The first words which came from the white-haired boy and they had to be a question, one where Muto knew the answer, however refused the other truth. As Clear frowned, Muto also became irritated at the very idea of the boy dragging out this longer than need be. A small yellow music note danced above the other's head as he finally saw through the trick in front. "An illusion," He murmured the words as he finally looked up to Muto, however the older male got no real fun from forcing a kiss on the other. No, that just wouldn't do. The other had to make the first move. Becoming annoyed once again as both of them noticed others coming around them, he became distract for a moment, which was more than enough time for Clear to yank himself away from his grip. The blue-haired male growled under his breath as he took a glance at the one who escaped. "Thing, don't touch me," With a careful step back and averting his eyes to the people around him, that marked the end of their little moment, a failure to say the least. Not that it bothered Muto much, he always got what he wanted, this boy would be no exception.

"Hello? Do you know when the food arrives?" The shy voice of another male came from behind Muto and he span on his feet, eying up the male in front. This particular one also had blue hair, much longer than that of Muto's though. He looked a little younger than himself too, the golden orbs giving a slight childish or innocent look about themselves. He didn't quite fit the same innocent look as Clear, but he wasn't bad, the only thing was; was his stupid question. Muto rolled his eyes as he shook the blood from his hands, he wouldn't be the one to tell the other what was wrong with his question though, because in fact, he didn't care enough to. There was still a little blood on both of his hands, so Muto brought one of them up to his face, licking the blood from it, being careful to do it in the best way possibly. "Hey!" He turned his head to face a girl this time, at least there was one girl around here, girls were usually easier, or at least Muto found. "Hello there! I'm sure we have met before, but my name is Lily." Almost immediately Muto let out an agitated sigh as she spoke to the other blue haired male. Are they both idiots? Muto thought in a rather blunt subconsciousness, They'd be perfect for each other. The next words only confirming his theory. "Hey guys! Did you see some black creatures lurking around here? Pretty cool aren't they!"

Muto literally smacked himself in the face with the palm of his hand. This girl really is an idiot! Muto thought, sighing irritably once again. At least his first target wasn't an idiot, just a little stubborn. He tuned out as she spoke further, dismissing her as not worth being listened to. Instead of staring forward at the other two, he glanced over his shoulder at Clear who was shaking his head. Muto smiled as he turned himself around to fully face the other, being about a metre away from him and not even bothering to close that gap, Muto just stared. "Whatever you guys are planning on doing, it better be fast, because we've got company. I'm Pyro," As another voice echoed from down the hallways, Muto broke his trance and turned around, noting that yet another girl had appeared and there was a boy feeing from the same creatures they had experienced earlier. As Clear took a step away from the group, Muto took a step towards them staring at the new boy for a moment, glancing over his shoulder at the creatures which gave him the chase. They were... different. Well one was. Whilst the ones they found before were black dog-like creatures, this particular one had a human shape, the same colour eyes as the male running from them. In fact, if you looked close enough, it was the exact same shape. Of course the same dog-like creatures weren’t far behind the dominant human one at the front.

Sighing once again, Muto turned his attention away from the group, the boy would be able to get away from the creatures, and he had no doubt the group would help him out with that. They seemed to want to help each other, of course Muto would too… for a price. Muto laughed out loud to himself at his own thoughts, his laugh seemed somewhat dark and… evil? Yes, that was probably the best way to describe it. His eyes quickly locked onto Clear and he stopped his laughter, taking steps towards him until he met the boy at his side. “I’d run if I was you.” Muto said in a dark tone, glancing sidewards at the boy. “You can repay me later.” he laughed under his breath, taking three steps away from Clear and turning his attention on the group, watching if they would run or just stand there until the creatures got them.

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Pyro wasn't sure who he was with, but he noticed one of the other boys was bleeding. Well, it looked like that. It would probably be more correct to say he was surrounded by blood, even if Pyro wasn't one hundred percent sure how that was possible. Seeing the boy look over Pyro's shoulder, Pyro looked back and mentally swore. The black creatures were still there, of course, but so was the one he thought he'd burnt down. Damn, these things must be harder then I thought. Or maybe they're just fireproof. Dang, that would suck, Pyro thought. I hope this group can handle themselves... I mean, I'll help them all out, but I'd rather not have to do too much work. And this seems like it's going to be enough work as it is. Pyro found himself reaching for his lighter, and held onto it with his left hand tightly. He bit his lip as he scanned over the creatures again. They were getting closer, damn it.

“I’d run if I was you.” One of them suddenly said, his voice dark. Pyro turned to see it was the boy who was bleeding. Except, he wasn't bleeding. It was more like the blood randomly appeared on him. Strange, Pyro thought. “You can repay me later.” The boy continued, taking a few steps away from the paler boy and turning back to the group. What's he doing? Pyro thought. Oh, wait, he must want to see what we're going to do... Ugh. This is going to suck if we don't work together, Pyro thought.

"Listen, you guys start to run. I'll see if I can set a few of these things on fire and get them off our butts, ok?" Pyro said, stepping towards the creatures. He concentrated and snapped his fingers, and a small ball of flame danced on his fingertips. Yes, this is it, he thought. Not my best work, of course, but enough to get things started. His left hand was still holding onto his lighter as he threw the fireball at the creatures. It didn't directly hit any of them, but it flew right past his black look-alike and landed in the middle of the hall. The creatures started to shout, but they didn't seem to do anything but that, like they were confused as to what to do. Except for his look-alike, which just turned towards him and continued to walk. Ok, now that's weird, Pyro thought.

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I don't like you. You are too emotional. Ivory thought, watching as Clear stepped away from the older blue haired boy. Her dark eyes set themselves on Muto. I don't like you either Blue Hair Boy. You are colorful, but too obnoxious. You are annoying, just like White Hair Boy. Looking over at the colorful haired girl, who had introduced herself as Lily, she sighed. You are ok. You talk to much. I do not care to listen Colorful Girl. The Second Blue Hair Boy seems very odd. Who thinks of food at a moment like this? Her gaze settled on Pyro, the newest to the group. He was trailing a black creature that resembled a human behind him. She gasped, backing up against the walls.

I do not like you. You make us targets, she thought bitterly as he threw a pathetic fireball at the thing. "Go," she said, preferring to only speak a word or two at a time to these odd strangers. She watched as one of the black creatures from before approached her, looking curiously at her. It suddenly leaped forward, scratching at her face. Her pale arms flew up to protect herself.

"Go!" she screamed, louder this time as she threw the creature away from her. Ivory looked at her arms to make sure she wasn't bleeding too badly. If she did, Blue Hair Boy might eat her. He seemed to like blood. It was scary. How could somebody only like one color? Lily/Colorful Girl was a bit better, even if she did talk too much to hold Ivory's attention.

She looked back at the Memoir, punching it as he came back at her. It seemed to be weakening, but she still didn't like it. Was there a room nearby? Perhaps she could hide there until it went away, then she could leave and find her world again. "Useless. Stupid," Ivory mumbled about the others. Why didn't they do something other than ask questions and stare lovingly at each other? Pyro actually seemed to be the best choice right now, besides the Memoir with him. "We should go. Let him die," she said almost heartlessly. But some part of her told her that this was not in her nature. "Help. Help Pyro." She decided to change what she had said. She didn't like death or blood or death.

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Kain looked at the other people around him in profound confusion. Is there a party or something? he thought to himself. Non had cared to answer his question, so he decided that it wasn't worth asking about again. If they didn't answer the first time, then they'd certainly not answer the second time.
"Puro." He muttered, looking at Pyro. "Thing." He continued, glancing at Muto. "Lily. Girl with bloodied arms and the guy with white hair." He concluded his muttering. They seemed like a nice bunch ltogether. Although the guy with white hair was acting somewhat anormaly.

Kain shifted focus to the black things down the corridor, that had seemingly caught the entire groups attention by now. "Woah!" he let out, but then closed his mouth again.
Pyro created and flung a piece of yellow thingy down the corridor, at the black thingies. One of them seemed to be more humanoid than the rest of them, and that one started walking towards Pyro. What are those things? Kain asked himself, as he looked them over. At some point he caught eyecontact with one, and it rose to its hind legs and became something that resembled Kain himself, although the semblance was lost in the blackness of the creature.

"Wow..." he got out, as he looked at the fascinating thing. But of course it then began to move. And for some untold reason that made Kains entire being shake down to his toes. A hand of cold and fear clutched his heart. He backed away from it, and bumped into the doorframe behind him. The creature was moving slowly, as if exclusively trying to scare him as much as possible.

"Help. Help Pyro." The girl with bloodied arms said. That was easier said than done.

"Help him!? How are we even going to help ourselves! That guy can throw yellow things, I can only grow plants." He sneered in his thoughts. He was infuriated by his own helplessness, and in an action of outrage he spat on the floor. Not the most constructive of actions, but as he did it, he realized he could just use his own spittle like with the bean.
As soon as the 'plop' of a blob of spit hitting the floor was there, he was down on his knees. His mind worked as crazy as he invented a plant that would suit his purpose It didn't have to be too high, it just had to be useful somehow. It had to stop a group of black things that were supposedly bad and would hurt them somehow.
He then mashed his hand down into the blob of spit. Gross yes, but totally necesary. And smeared the spit out thin on the floor.

For a moment, he had the feeling that he'd failed, and only succeded in planting the plam of his hand in his own saliva. But then he saw it sprout. Beautifully, the slant began growing up. Taking form, becoming a circular pulp. It was somehow a mixture of a pumpkin and a letuce. It was a weird dark purple color, as he'd not thought about color, but purpose and just picked the first color that came to mind. It wobbled slightly as it found its place on the ground before him. It was kind of the size of a soccer football. A nice size for a plant he'd just created with his own spittle...
He took it in his hands, feeling that it had a nice weight. He then took a step forward and hauled the plant at the dark mimics. It flew a nice distance before it abruptly dove down and smashed into the floor, the shell exploded, and let an ocean of weird yellow slime spread out over the floor in front of the black mimics. The slime lay there, and as the mimic of Kain stepped into it, its feet stuck to the floor. For a second it seemed as if the creature hadn't noticed, but then it tried to claw the slime away. That of course resulted in glueing its hands to the floor too.

Kain nodded at his own work. "Pretty awesome if I have to say so myself." he said out loud, praising his own work.

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"Help. Help Pyro." Pyro, from where he was working on making a large enough fireball to do some real damage, turned so he looked at the girl who had spoken. Wait, didn't she want to leave me to die a few moments ago? Pyro thought. Oh well. I guess needing help means serious personality changes. He opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'get back, I'm trying to set them on fire', when another one of them spat onto the ground. What in the world was he planning on doing? Grossing out the animals until they went away? Pyro was pretty sure that wouldn't work, or they would have been creeped out by blood-dude by now. Pyro swore mentally as he kicked away his black look-alike. It slammed into another creature behind it, causing some kind of pile-up.

Meanwhile, spit-boy had grown some kind of weird plant. Wait, what? How in the world did he do that? Deciding that, if it worked, he could ask later, Pyro didn't say anything. The boy picked it up and threw it at the animals. As soon as one of the black creatures stepped into it, it was stuck to the floor. It then tried to claw at the slime, but its hands became stuck to the floor too. Ok, that was cool. Completely weird and I have no idea how he did it, but still cool. "Pretty awesome if I have to say so myself," the boy said. Pyro nodded, giving him a small smile. He was a friendly guy, after all.

"Nice. Now, any ideas of where to run?" He asked. This is ridiculous, some part of his mind said. After all, I don't even know these guys and yet we're running around fighting weird black creatures like this is a normal thing for us to do. Heck, I just want my warm room of fire back. Like, now. What in the world is going on? "Also, if I could actually know your guys' names, that would be a lot better then not knowing. Oh, and if anyone can fight...?" Pyro trailed off. He wasn't much of a leader, but it didn't look like anyone else was going to step up...

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Lily looked at all of the people who were coming in. "Wow lookie here, new people! I just love new people." She spoke as if she was off in some other strange land. Of course the land had candy in it. It just had to in order for her to like it. Crossing her arms she wondered how everyone got here. She didn't really know these people, and it seemed they were just as lost as her. She watched everyone closely. It may have looked like she was studying them, but really she was just...staring. It was a bad habit of hers. She tried to break herself out of it, but staring at a white door doesn't really help anything. She watched as the black things appeared again. "Hey look more friends!" She squealed. Lily didn't like to say they were mean cause to her they were just lost cute little things who wanted to find a place to fit in just like her. Crossing her arms she looked at everyone. Why were they so panicked? They should have tried and talk to the little guys. "Hey guys...maybe you should just leave them alone." She pouted like a child. lily took a few steps forward as a light giggle escaped her lips. "I think you guys are all being mean to these cute little creatures." She spoke up again still watching as they were getting killed off. She hated violence and refused to fight herself most of the time.

She started to regret killing the one she did earlier on. But that one caught her off guard so she had no choice but to do what she did. What made her or anyone else so special from these creatures? She couldn't even answer the question herself. To her there was no real reason to kill them as of yet. It's not like they killed anyone right? Lily was a very naive person therefor it was hard for her to see the danger she could be in right now. Not so much she was completely naive, she just has her own way about doing things. To her right now it made more sense to try and just get away and let everyone cool off. They all just got out like she did, so maybe they just weren't thinking straight. At least to her they weren't thinking straight. lily never actually took the time to sit back and reflect on herself. She could use some changes, but to her she was perfectly fine. Taking a deep breath she took a coupe more steps forward. "No I'm not running away, you guys can go if you want." Crossing her arms once more she started approaching a Memoirs. "Hello little fella!" She smiled at it as if she was going to get some sort of response.

Her attention was turned away when she saw the one named Pyro kill the look alike of him. It was strange. When she turned back around, she saw another her. Way too cool! She was about to walk away but then she tripped causing her hand to bump against the other her. Everything seemed to flash before her. It was like she was somewhere else now. She was watching from behind a glass wall. The doctors were working on someone, but she couldn't see who it was. Her eyes widened when she saw it was her they were working on. Just as fast as the memory started, it ended. Lily staggered away from the Memoir and looked at it before it disappeared. Blinking a couple of times she felt weird now. What just happened? Was it a lost memory she had just witnessed or was it something else she couldn't describe? Whatever it was it made her feel...off right now.

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“I’d run if I was you.” Clear blinked, snapping away from his frightened thoughts as he turned his attention lazily over to the blue-haired boy near him. “You can repay me later.” Repay him? For allowing him to get away? Tch, as if. If he wanted to leave, he could leave. He could handle himself. He'd be alone all this time, he knew very well how to look out for himself. The three blue-colored music notes over Muto's head disappeared and Clear smirked as he noticed, feeling a sense of pride and relief for reasons even he couldn't explain. He looked around Muto at the others and at the creatures surrounding them all and hesitated.

"I'll leave," Clear said finally, glaring up at Muto who seemed to almost be mocking him. "But it has nothing to do with you, creature. The situation is obviously useless. Why would I stick around to see you morons get your asses handed to you?" Huffing, he spun on his heel and stepped forward. Hesitating once again, however, he glanced over his shoulder at how the others were doing at this point. Weird. They were all weird. He stood there long enough to watch the scene unfold them all. Desperate idiots! he thought with a frown and a pout as he turned back around to face them. They were all going to lose if they kept that attitude up. Help each other? What kind of thing was that to say? How could they even know if any of them were real to each other? Clear knew, of course. But he was smart. He couldn't say the same for a few of the others...

He crossed his arms, momentarily forgetting that he was in what seemed to be a reality and watched them all with interest, fighting off the creatures in all their own special ways. It was actually intriguing and Clear wondered what he might be able to do. The boy with the plants may be cocky, but he was good. That other boy...Pyro, was it? None too clever, but he had some power. Clear decided he might have to watch out for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted some movement just after Pyro's shadowy double disappeared. Another double, this time of one of the girls, grabbing hold of her. His eyes widened. What was happening? "Hey..." he mumbled, walking towards them nervously. He glared at the creature. "Hey!" he shouted, loudly and clearly. When the girl awoke then, the creature disappeared. Seeing that the girl seemed to be in a daze, Clear went to her side and looked her suspiciously over. "What was that? What just happened to you?" he demanded, feeling a little desperate for an answer.

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Ivory watched the white haired boy walk away stubbornly as she began to shrink back, wishing she could walk through the wall and get away from all of this. Then, almost as soon as he had left, he came back. Why? Didn't stubborn people always just keep walking? She then looked to the colorful girl, who was in the grip of one of the black things, but this one looked like her. White Haired Boy rushed over to Lily, asking what had happened and if she was ok. Did he honestly think she was alright? That thing had just attacked her!

Maybe this would be a good time to leave? Yes, yes it would. Ivory, looking around quickly, decided it was time to go. "See ya later," she said loudly, then darted down the hallway, ignoring everybody she'd just left as well as the Memoirs that were around her. If she just kept running, everything would be ok. No more blood, no more attacks. I need to find my room. I need to be locked away again. I need my world back she thought as she kept running.

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Clear smirked, an unusual and unexpected reaction to what the older male had said, but he couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement. The boy was certainly interesting, especially with the cute little dancing music notes. "Listen, you guys start to run. I'll see if I can set a few of these things on fire and get them off our butts, ok?" The hero, the red haired boy named Pyro spoke out, his words made Muto smile more. He really was trying to be a hero and stand up to those things by himself, not that it ever worked in real-life. He snapped his fingers and so appeared a flame, ready to be thrown straight at the creatures. "I'll leave," a familiar voice sounded from to the side, Muto glanced over to the young white-haired boy. "But it has nothing to do with you, creature. The situation is obviously useless. Why would I stick around to see you morons get your asses handed to you?" The boy was definitely cute, stubbornly cute. He had no idea what running would do to his life; it would save it.

Clear huffed as he span around and took a few steps in the direction away from the group, however he stopped and glanced over his shoulder, meeting with the eyes of Muto for a moment, however he seemed much more interested in the scene going on behind the blue-haired male. Muto also turned his attention upon the group, watching them as they defeated the shadow-creatures one by one by using their own special powers. It was certainly interesting to see how each of their minds worked, their inner desires. Something which was just plain weird was how the other blue-hair boy fought, he spit -- literally -- on the ground and used it to grow a plant of some sort, throwing it straight at the hoard. "Also, if I could actually know your guys' names, that would be a lot better then not knowing. Oh, and if anyone can fight...?" Pyro spoke out as he looked back towards the hoard trapped.

As the white-haired boy dealt with the other problem arising -- a new shadow double, Muto walked in a calmed manner towards Pyro and Kain. With each foot step left a trail of blood amongst the floor, his hands were dripping with the paint too. He put a single bloody hand upon Pyro's shoulder and smiled to him, however kept his attention focused on the remaining shadowy beings. "Muto," he replied, glancing side ways for a split second before taking his hand away and holding it out to the side. It took an enormous amount of energy but he created a large knife-like weapon in his hand, even that dripped with blood, obscuring the reflection of the metal. Muto fell forward a step as his energy depleted with creating such a large weapon, however he ground his teeth together and straightened himself up, holding the murderous weapon at his side.

He glared forward at the last few shadowy creatures, there was only two but he wouldn't give them time to reproduce (if that was possible). He swung the weapon in a swift motion, slicing straight through one of the creatures, the other had backed away by now. "Want to avenge your friend?!" Muto yelled out and emitted an insane laughter, lunging forward and slicing numerous times at the creature. It had disappeared with only a few hits, however he got carried away and continued to swing until he became exhausted. The weapon disappeared from his hands and his head fell forward, lips parting to laugh quietly to himself. "F***ing creatures," Muto mumbled under his breath, stumbling forward as he turned to the group and forced himself to stand up straight with a faint smile, insanity still shown clearly in his eyes. Muto definitely wasn't the purest of the group.

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Pyro wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, especially after one of the girls got touched by one of the creatures, but he couldn't keep fighting forever. He actually jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, though the boy with blood dripping from various parts of his body said his name was Muto. He seemed all right, besides the blood and everything. It was a little gross, and just plain strange... Though, when he created a huge knife and sliced at the creatures, Pyro figured he was fine. After all, if he was willing to fight for strangers.... Pyro watched as Muto managed to kill a few of the creatures, swinging wildly until he ran out of energy. The weapon disappeared and he fell forward, laughing quietly. "F***ing creatures," Muto muttered. He stood up with a faint smile, a little bit of an insane gleam in his eyes. Oh great, he's crazy, Pyro thought.

"Great... Any ideas, anyone?" Pyro muttered, kicking one of the creatures with an old sneaker. I wish I had my powers back. I want to destroy these things with heat. I want to feel warm again... It's cold, he noted. Colder then he thought at first. I want to feel the heat, damn it! Pyro grit his teeth as he swung a fist at another creature, wincing as his fist connected. The creature was far from destroyed, and Pyro had a feeling kicks and punches weren't exactly going to help a whole lot. Then again, maybe it didn't need to help. Pyro glanced up at the ceiling. Sprinklers, but not a lot. Did they still even work? He backed away towards the nearest person, who happened to be Muto. "Do you think it'll work if I set the place on fire? It'll give us some time, and the sprinklers should kick in," Pyro said. Though, thinking about it, maybe it was just his insane need for heat that was speaking.

Pyro shook his head. No, he wouldn't let something like that affect him and his judgement. Not when his actions could injure or even kill others. Pyro bit his lip in thought when he felt something wet on his shoulder. Looking at it, he realized that Muto had left a bloody handprint on his shirt, and the blood was now sinking through. Letting out a deep breath, Pyro had a feeling that this was going to be more difficult to deal with then he originally thought.

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Name? The thought of having a name for himself had never occured to Kain before. He'd just seen himself as... himself? Sometimes the laborants called him test subject 4, but that sounded weird. "My name is..." he said, pausing to think up a name that he would find fit. "M, gotta be something with m, maybe Moe? Nah, Maines? No way..." for a moment he just stood there, seemingly lost in the tracks of his sentence. "Kain!" he then suddenly said. "I'm Kain. Pleasure to meet you all." he said with an apological gesture. As if he'd wanted it to be more personally than 'hey all.'

"So, should we follow the girl who ran, or are we going to let her alone?" Kain asked, sounding rather emotionless, as if it didn't matter. Not that it didn't. To Kain it was somehow a loss to have someone run away from him, even before he got to know her. It was all so unfair, the red haired boy seemed nice enough, but the bloody guy and the white haired one didn't seem all that nice again. And the colourful girl seemed like a very nice person, although a little naíve.

Before his question was even answered, he let his own opinon be known, as if by a second thought. "I think we should go after her, with those creepers around, she'll just end up... getting tagged?" For a moment he was confused by his own statement. Then he took on an expression of decisiveness and a stallwart will to do what he'd just said. Not that his posture seemed sharp or all, but his eyes showed that he wasn't gonna leave someone behind, when they were only this few left on earth.

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Ivory kept running. Left leg, right leg, left leg, right leg. It had seemed like an eternity had gone by, when she ran straight into a white wall, screaming in agony and holding her nose. Stupid walls, why did they all look the same? She could hardly tell where one ended and one started. It was one big sea of white. Backing away from the wall, she looked around to make sure none of the black creatures had come for her. Luckily there were none. She sat down on the floor miserably, her short brown hair hanging in front of her face. "I just want out of here!" she screamed, kicking at the air.

Ivory was unaware of anything around her. She didn't notice the Memoir that looked like her approach her until it was too late. She gasped, struggling to get up and run away from this thing. She tripped though, landing hard on her fore arms and groaning. The Memoir loomed over her for a second, peering down at its victim curiously. It then reached out a hand and kept it on her back to hold her down.

She was sitting on the ground, smiling as she drew a horse on a piece of paper. Everything seemed to be in black and white though, her hair was a darker grey where as her skin was lighter. There were two people watching her, but their faces and bodies were blurred, leaving only outlines. Just as quick as the memory had come, it was gone. Ivory sat up, gasping for air. "What-?" she croaked out, finding that her throat hurt. She had been screaming the whole time of the memory, about twenty seconds, without a breath of air.

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Curses. This is the first rp I have found that seemed worth joining since I joined two-three weeks ago but I can't post as often as this rp requires. Nice concept GM...grr time constraints.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I will try my best to post tonight!

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I'm still in it, I was waiting for Specs or someone else to post. :/

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Sooooooo...
You people still in this, or is this officially dead?

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Lovely ♠ wrote:Okay okay okay I will definitely post tomorrow! I just have a ton of homework the pass couple of days, but mark my words it shall be done!!!

Muto is insane hahaha!

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Okay okay okay I will definitely post tomorrow! I just have a ton of homework the pass couple of days, but mark my words it shall be done!!!

Muto is insane hahaha!

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Aw crap. Maci's taking too long. Scratching that idea. I'm gonna post so nobody leaves. >< Sorry for the wait everybody!

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Aw fine Specs, well I don't allow myself to be touched anyway. I hope Maci comes back soon, I wanted to get some serious RPing in before college. D: I'll hardly have any time when i'm at college, I have to work in shows which means after and late at night college. As well as holidays and weekends! Ah well... *drags self to post somewhere else*

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@Tabby-cat: I'm not worried about getting sick! But um. Well, yeah, I am! But I just... Okay, let me put it the same way I say it to everyone else, except I can't give the example I give there because I can't physically touch any of you. When someone touches you, you can physically feel where their hand just was! D< I don't care if those are nerves or hairs or what! To me, they are germs! And you can feel them there, then they start to spread across the area unless you quickly wipe them off with a piece of cloth or something! Then wash it later! D< *crawls back to my bubble* There's nothing wrong with me. T_T

AND. I CANNOT. POST HERE. BECAUSE. I'M WAITING. FOR. MACI-CARE. MISS. MACI. D< Who is busy. I guess. Right? It seems anyway. *rampages*

Sorry, I just got done watching episode 7 of Drrr! Where it's basically Shizuo's history. I was spazzing the entire time about how great he and Izaya are. xD Izaya's such a troll. Then there's just Shinri who's just there. Smiling. In the background. He makes me laugh too. xD

@Poetic: Why of course! What else would we talk about!? Go post in HH!

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^^ Haha.... Yeah, I'm not a total perfectionist or a germaphobe. Mostly. I mean, I have my own special way of doing things. And I spaz. But whatever. ^^ (I love how we're talking about how crazy we are... I mean, really.) ^^

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D: It's not my fault i'm a slight perfectionist. We all have obsessions. Specs, yours is weird but understandable... I think... I think you're just scared of getting ill? You shouldn't worry so much! Yes there are germs, but most germs actually help you. What do you want to do... live inside a bubble? *hasn't kissed a guy yet* *coughs* Right then, you better post here missy. =.=

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*blinks* That's kind of...odd...

So, OCD? *pats fetal-position Tabby* It's okay, I know how you feel about things going against your ticks. People know I hate being touched or skin-contact in general, so they mess with me constantly and I practically hyperventilate at least once a day. -_- This one kid always grabs my arm in Psychology class, this one dude licked my hand once and I swear I almost died, I can't even really kiss someone without having a mini panic attack. (tmi? maybe) Hugs are fine since they usually don't mean skin-contact, just clothes.

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It's alright Specs, whilst you obsess with being clean/anti-germs. I obsess with things being perfect, a perfectionist if you will. Everything has to be lined up exactly right, never on the wonk and there can't be any mistakes (though I make way too many)! Do you know how hard this is for me...? I have a painting in my room and it's ASKEW! DAMNIT WHY!? *all caps rage* No matter how much I adjust it, it is always leaning to one side more! Please God stop torturing me! *curls up into bed and cries* Why...?

Oh, I just don't shake people's hands full stop. I hate people touching me... I just hate it. Hugs are fun though. ^^ But only from those I like. I swear my step dad "likes" me, he keeps trying to hug me and touch me. WHY?! I ask myself this every day...

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@Poetic: xD Sounds about average to me! The ones I hang around usually just think I'm an awkward germaphobe with a weird sense of humor. xD I'm not a germaphobe though! I swear it up and down. I mean, I just don't like people touching me because I instinctively wipe off the area they touched...and I don't shake hands without wiping it off...and I wash my hands a lot...and I bought this specific anti-germ lotion for 40$... But that all's besides the point! D<

@Lovely: That's soo awesome! xD They look so odd!

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You guys are crazy. I mean, I'm crazy, but at least I don't have people seriously telling me I have issues. I think. My math teacher thinks I should be taking pills. Actually, in all honesty, they might help... But yeah. ^^ Of course, I don't eat kids or sacrifice them. I just write really depressing crap. ^^ If that counts, then I'm insane. Completely and totally. My friends think I am. Is that bad? ^^ (Note: all my friends are pretty much as sane as I am. That is to say, not at all. ^^)

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XD Damnit and i'm the sane one? I'm the one who likes to beat people with children and sacrifice animals to appease Spectrum and Timmay.

As for the reason... it's kinda embarrassing... i'll pm you it. ^^"

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Okay! Okay! I'll PM Maci and then post here! Then post at HH for poetic either before dinner or after or...sometime in between. Then finish my character for Canese University... Alright, alright, I'm going!

Dx Jeezus, Tabby! You really do have the worst of luck. First you get ill, then you burn your wrist. How'd you manage that, anyway? >< *carefully hugs to avoid breaking you*

Oh! I just got home from school, too! It was...just as I remembered...long and sucky. Nobody I know has my lunch period for odd days (like today), so I just sort of sat by myself like an awkward person and wrote in my notebook for the 30 minutes (I don't eat lunch). Except for psych! Psychology is always good--I love the teacher! I had him for Psych 1 and 2 last year, AP this year. xD He says I have serious issues because I always tell people I'm gonna eat their children and today told me I have schizophrenia, then when I was procrastinating, he told me I either crack open the book or he'll crack me in half. xD

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Specs! You better post. D: I'm dying over here, yes i've managed to recover from illness but I just burnt my entire left wrist, typing really hurts now... I swear I have the worst luck, even worse than Noah. As for "bed-times" mine was 9:30, how do you think I felt about that! I am blood 16 years old being forced to sleep at 9:30!