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Aquaea "Typhoon" Hayashimizu

"A heart, huh? Well, there's no doubting that I have one of those beating inside my chest, and that without it, I would surely die. But, unfortunately for you, mine comes with no strings attached."

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

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Typhoon
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Full Name: Aquaea Xanatos Hayashimizu
Age: 17
Appearance: Aquaea stands at about five foot six, and is possessed of a slender, light physique. With narrow shoulders, long, thin limbs, a narrow waist, flat stomach, womanly figure, and soft, unblemished skin of a slightly pale hue, she looks more like the damsel in distress than the hero out to save others. Despite this air of gracefulness and serenity, one might notice that she is a bit odd. Her deep blue eyes - brought into stark relief by the smallness of her nose and chin, her soft, pursed pink lips and well kept white teeth concealed behind them, her small ears, and her exotic black-on-white hair - always look slightly distant, and somewhat mournful, as do the rest of her features. Aside from this melancholy air, however, one would be hard pressed to find any emotion at all within the warrior maiden's countenance. Her enigmatic coldness simultaneously repels one and draws them in through curiosity.
Preferred Clothing: Aquaea's usual outfit consists of an almost military-like dress, made up of a white blouse connected to a tight white and blue "skirt" - which can hardly be called such, as it has prominent segments cut out of the sides so as not to hinder movement, whilst not being overly revealing, and is quite short on top of this - beneath a cyan-on-black half-jacket. To compensate for the possible immodesty of her outfit, she wears tall black pantyhose. Her feet are clad in sandals, the color scheme of which matches with the rest of her ensemble.
Role: Female Human
Love Interest: None yet.
Skills: Aquaea possesses a quick mind and a good memory. She is quite skilled at planning things out ahead of time, even in the midst of battle. She also possesses a great deal of strength, speed, and stamina belying her small stature, making her much more formidable in combat than she first appears. She's a remarkably good singer, although she rarely indulges in this hobby, and can cook reasonably well, having had to make food for herself most of her life.
Weapon: Aquaea's weapon of choice is a sword - or, more accurately, the hilt of one. This hilt is that of a simple katana, made from some strange, crystalline blue substance. When she wields it, however, this hilt absorbs water vapor along a certain plane, tightening the hydrogen bonds amongst the molecules, thereby ultracompressing it into a liquid form with properties of a solid. The result is a whip-like blade of an indeterminate length, which is only one molecule thick at all points, but is so dense as to be as tough as metal regardless. The very edge of the blade, then, has its pH lowered to make it an incredibly powerful base, causing it to tear through organic matter like a hot knife through butter. If looked at from the front or back, the blade is actually too thin to be visible, rendering it a very confusing weapon.

This weapon has a few other uses as well. The blade can be wrapped around her legs, then puppeteered to exponentially boost her running speed. She can also form it into a small platform of water which she may hover upon, or create crystallized liquid water - like ice, only not cold - and release it in a projectile shower with her attacks. This crystallized water has its pH raised, causing it to become a powerful acid, and similarly destructive to organic matter. If it comes into contact with the edge of the sword's blade, however, the acid and base will react violently, releasing a tremendous amount of heat in the form of a sudden explosion. Overall, the sword gives Aquaea the ability to control water, and its pH.
Fighting Style: Aquaea favors doing battle from a range, battering her opponent with convoluted strikes of her whip from several directions at once, combined with showers of projectiles to further wear down a target. If her enemy gets within striking range, she will quickly recall her weapon, and then use it to either defend herself precisely or, more often, launch herself out of the way at high speeds, making her a very difficult opponent to take down.
Personality: Aquaea might strike someone immediately upon first meeting as being very cold, cynical, and stoic. She's slow to trust anyone, seems to feel very few emotions, and is fiercely self-reliant and isolated. She hates accepting favors or help from other people, although her overall motivation is to help other people. Her worldview is rather morbid, as she believes that being a hero will reap her no reward, and that the only thing at the end of her struggles is death - something she's not entirely reluctant to accept. While she is usually very patient, if someone gets under her skin, they can expect to be paid back in full with bitingly insulting shots of sarcasm before she once again retreats into herself. Beneath all of this, however, Aquaea is a very kind, vulnerable person. Due to her issues trusting people, she acts as cold and impassive as possible so as to prevent anyone from getting close to her. She is terrified of being betrayed, and as such, distances herself from social interaction as much as possible. Despite this, she believes that she lives only to alleviate the pain of others, and so fights alone no matter what the odds, doing her duty to save Humans even though she might be killed along the way.

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Distinguishing Features: Aquaea is most easily recognized by her rather unusual hair - half of which is white, the other half black. Other things one might notice are her bright, deep blue eyes, which are the most prominent feature in her soft face.
Charm Point: Aquaea's main charm point is her rather cute face, her petite nose and chin, soft, pure skin, and prominent eyes combining with her exotic hair to create an enthralling and beautiful countenance. Although she rarely has much of an expression besides mild distaste with a flavor of regret, her rare smiles are truly beautiful.
Likes: Saving people, being loved, peace and quiet, reading books, fighting the demons.
Dislikes: Being betrayed, being alone, being hated.
Fears: Although she accepts it as her fate, she is terrified of dying alone, unloved and unmourned.
History: Aquaea has had a somewhat regrettable history with other people, resulting in her current personality. Her parents were both successful businesspeople, and, as a result, were rarely at home, leaving her alone most of the time. She was always somewhat reserved in nature, and, as a result, didn't make many friends, either. She spent most of her time reading books - specifically, fantasy/romance novels, from which she learned most of her young ideals and derived most of her young dreams. She wanted to be a hero of justice, loved by the people who she would fight her hardest to save, to vanquish evil and live happily ever after. The few times she spoke out about these dreams, she was mercilessly mocked for them, and, as a result, became further withdrawn from others. She wanted a purpose in life above all else, but no matter how much she searched, that was the one thing she could not find. Eventually, she turned to wondering if it was love she was looking for.

For a brief while, she believed that this was really the answer. She soon developed a crush on a seemingly kind boy named Johan. Soon, she brought herself to speak up about her feelings, and was overjoyed to find that they were reciprocated. The two started going out, but not all was as it seemed with Johan. He soon made his move, and pressured Aquaea into going with him to rather dubious gatherings. Their relationship ended almost as soon as it began when Johan, driven wild by excessive underage consumption of illicit liquor, attempted to rape her. She, terrified, attempted to flee, and he tried to stop her. In the ensuing scuffle, Aquaea ended up stabbed through the chest with a knife, and she died. Not even this was the end of her suffering, for then her specter was forced to watch as Johan got off Scott free, and her reputation was ruined, her parents forever convinced that their daughter had been a promiscuous delinquent.

Her old ideals intrigued Jack, who, finding her soul in a state of despair, raised her from this pitiful state and trained her how to fight, then sent her back into the world. Although she can't remember the time she spent learning under him, or her life before that, her ideals have changed somewhat. She knows that she is to fight, and die, for the rest of Humanity, that bonds of trust are made only to be broken, and that at the end of a struggle, there is no reward for heroic acts of self sacrifice.

Thus, her life has no meaning. Her body is nothing but a sword to be wielded against the evils that must be fought, and then discarded...

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Uninstall
It came from somewhere beyond the farthest reaches of the world that we know, like a creature of shadow
It came to mock us, for we are so naive that we can't comprehend it,
And truly, we are fragile and small
I cannot hold onto the truth
As it slips right through my fingers like a picture that is made of smoke
I don't know how I will last, because my body is so weak that I may crumble away

Uninstall, uninstall
I was told that I am just a single speck of dust
And cannot be more
But I do not understand or grasp the true meaning
Uninstall, uninstall
I no longer have a choice but to pretend
I am brave
For a soldier has to be brave
Uninstall

Our unseen thoughts have been growing ever sharper, unbeknownst to us, deep within the subconscious
But an incling of what has been occuring is revealed to me as
I hear the restless monsters when I sleep
Now my heart is empty and numb
Save for an unrelenting impulse to destroy all things that I can see
It is born from all of the pain, for I have lost the will to choose the day I'll crumble away

Uninstall, uninstall
If there's noone who can take this burden in my place
Then there's no choice
But to take my simple life and
Uninstall, uninstall
And it makes me want to end it all with my own hands
Is it wrong?
Surely it's alright to want to uninstall.

Uninstall, uninstall
I was told that I am just a single speck of dust
And cannot be more
But I do not understand or grasp the true meaning
Uninstall, uninstall
I no longer have a choice but to pretend
I am brave
For a soldier has to be brave
Uninstall


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Other: Nothing I can think of at the moment.

So begins...

Aquaea "Typhoon" Hayashimizu's Story

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The girl trudged up the hill, not sure where she was going or why. Those weren't the only things she didn't know. She had plenty of other questions - who she was, why she couldn't remember anything, and so on and so forth. Unfortunately, answers to these inquiries were not likely forthcoming, meaning she supposed she would just have to deal with her lack of knowledge and focus on the moment, and surviving.

About a month ago was when her memories began. She had woken up under a bridge somewhere, feeling like she'd been run over by all of demons in Hell. She couldn't remember a thing. All she knew was that her name was Aquaea, and that she was hungry. Those two facts remained constant through most of her recorded life, interspersed with the occasional states of being cold, being thirsty, being wet, and being miserable. She had managed to survive at first by mooching the occasional scrap of money from a passer-by, an occupation she was by no means skilled at due to her sour disposition. She knew that she would have died if she hadn't met them.

She had stumbled across them while begging outside a cemetery. The middle-aged rich couple had accosted her, called her by the name Aea - which, she knew, was not her name - and asked her how she was alive. She had been perplexed at this question, and answered "I don't know. I have no home, no food, no skills, and no past. You tell me how I'm alive." This had confused them in turn, but eventually the confusion was resolved. Apparently, she looked identical - two-toned hair and all - to their recently deceased daughter. She knew that this should not have been possible. In all her time alive, she had never seen another person with such an unusual and unique appearance as herself. At least, she never remembered seeing someone like that.

Long story short, those kind people had been nice enough to give her food and keep her alive. Deep down, she knew she shouldn't have troubled them with her own problems, but above being charitable and not being a burden upon her fellow Humans, she wanted to live. So she accepted their charity each day, and she survived. However, with each discussion, she had grown more and more disturbed by the similarities between herself and her benefactors' daughter. Her hair was the same, her eyes were the same, her face was the same, her build was the same, her voice was the same, and so on and so forth. As she spoke to them more and more, she realized that, from a certain point of view, she might have actually had the same name. After all, Aquaea ended in Aea, didn't it? And with no memories of her own, she couldn't disprove this theory.

But how was that possible? The dead did not come back to life. She didn't understand how it could have possibly happened, and yet the theory still stood, gnawing at her every waking thought and filling her heart with dread. Her saviors came to the cemetery every day to visit and leave flowers at one of the graves. She had seen them do it many times, and knew the location by heart. Finally, she decided to put her worries to rest for good. She would go to the grave that lonely night, and see if what she feared was, in fact, the truth. And so, on that dark, snowy night, she trudged her way into the cemetery, moving quickly between the rows of gravestones. There it was, up ahead, settled beneath a large, snow-covered tree - the tomb. The stone was not particularly large or showy, but it stood out somehow, as though it were a precious jewel hidden amongst mere rocks. She didn't know why, but seeing the stone filled her with a longing that shook her to the very core. Before she realized it, she had broken into a run, knelt before the stone, and frantically begun to brush the snow off of it. Her worries multiplied as the first letters on the stone came into view. A, Q, U.

"No, no, no, no, no..." She murmured, slamming her hand into the stone's surface and ripping the snow away from it, as though she were raising the curtain on some tragic play. But what she read next, far from comforting her fears, merely proved them to be true.

Aquaea X. Hayashimizu, lovingly remembered. Rest in Peace, poor young soul.

Aquaea X. Hayashimizu.

Aquaea.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Aquaea gasped, falling backward and staring, affixed by terrified realization. "It can't be me, it can't be me, it can't be me!" She repeated over and over again, shaking her head as though her denial would change the horrible reality and return her to being the innocent, unknowing street urchin she had once been. Surely that was preferable to this. She couldn't have been... She couldn't have been dead! She was right here, wasn't she? If she was dead, then what did that make her? A ghost? A memory? But she had no memory. Now that she knew she was dead, would she just disappear?

"Don't shit with meeeeeeeeee!" Aquaea roared, tears born from a terror she did not entirely understand flowing down her face. She clutched her skull, reeling backward as terrible thoughts began to flood into her mind. "The dead don't come back to life! There's absolutely no way something like that could happen!" Raising her fist, she entered a transport of grief and rage. Striking forward with all her might, blinded by anger as she was, she lashed out at the only tangible target for her despair - the stone itself. She struck it, and recoiled, clutching her now-agonized hand as the world began to shift under her. The sky seemed to turn inside out, the Earth opened up and dropped her down, down, down...

Am I dying again? Am I going to Hell? Why... Why did I look?

"Damn it..." She cursed, her tears streaming from her face and into the void of oblivion. "I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die...!"

"I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Aquaea groaned. She felt like she had fallen hard on something. She was lying down somewhere, and the first thing she could say for sure was that it was not a waking experience she wanted to have repeated. She was crudely propped against something hard and cold as a sort of pillow, and she was lying on something harder and colder. Still, discomfort was something the girl was long since used to, and it hardly mattered anyway. Slowly, she sat up, opening her eyes and glancing around.

White. Everything was white. Above her? White. Below her? White. Around her? White. This absolute hue stretched onward, out into infinity, interrupted only by the occasional pillar or article of weaponry jutting up from the ground. It looked like some kind of graveyard.

A graveyard... Oh, that's right, I'd almost forgotten. I'm dead. Thanks, purgatory, or wherever the hell I am. That was something I'd really rather have not had shoved in my face two seconds after waking up. It's not exactly the most pleasant thing to realize immediately after regaining consciousness, you see. There's this nice little thing called subtlety, and I'd really rather whoever designed this place learned it! Aquaea thought bitterly, her sapphire gaze scanning the endless horizons around her. Just then, however, a radiant blue light from the edge of her vision attracted her attention. Glancing down, she found a most unusual sight awaiting her.

The sword was about five feet in length, and remarkably simple. Its hilt was made of a translucent blue crystal, and had a practical circular crossguard. The blade, however, was what was truly remarkable. Ever so slightly curved, it was made entirely out of what looked like water, pulsating up and down from the start of the blade's single edge all the way down to the point it tapered to, where it was stuck tip first in the ground. Aquaea, blessed of a pragmatic disposition, realized immediately that the dead coming back to life and her sudden arrival in what appeared to be an entirely different world were much stranger than a sword made of water, and instead focused on the more pressing matter placed upon her thoughts - namely, the sword's calling to her. Normally, she might have just dismissed this as curiosity, but there was something different about it. It was like she had wielded that sword before. She knew exactly how to fight with it. Extend the blade, loosen the bonds... Swing, whip the blade around a target to confuse them... No, what was she thinking? She knew she had never used such a weapon before. Such weapons did not exist in the world she had been living in. But, then again, neither did the dead coming back to life... Damnit! What was going on?! In her frustration, she raised her hand to rip the blade out of the ground, but was cut off by some words she heard spoke a short distance behind her. Something about someone named Jack... Why was that name familiar to her?

Spinning around, she realized immediately that she had not been alone. There was a short, rather unusual looking - hah, like she had any right to call anyone else strange looking, given her two toned hair - boy, speaking to what looked like an armored knight. Behind him, she saw a form just beginning to retreat behind a pillar. There were also several other people lying around her, all unconscious like she had been. She raised a hand and pointed to the boy, about to call him out. However, just then, she realized that she was not wearing the same clothing she had been clad in before. Her new attire was much more unusual and complicated, yet it felt so familiar on her that she hadn't even noticed. Her new ensemble consisted of a white blouse and skirt, a black vest, and black tights topping off the ensemble. While she wasn't exactly eager to strut around with her lower quarters so adequately framed, these were the only clothes she had. Still, she had to wonder... had someone stolen her clothes while she was out? Now things were just getting creepy.

"Hey, you!" She called, gazing coldly at the boy. "Where am I? What's going on? And who exactly is it watching me from behind that pillar over there?"

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Slowly, as if to relent its hold on him, the darkness surrounding Relic's mind slowly cleared, sight, sound and smell returning to him. Raising a hand to his temple, the dazed priest groaned audiobly, bringing himself to a sitting position. He didn't stay there long however, as a sharp pain burst from his backside as he came in contact with the ground, yelling out and jumping to his feet. This almost sent him tumbling forward, still unsteady from his blackout. Rubbing his hindquarters, Relic turned to see what had caused such pain and was rewarded with the sight of what looked like a crystal, barely above the pure white ground. Grabbing it, he managed to pull it free, Staring at it with curiousity.

It actually was very simple looking, the crystal weaving its way around itself in a complex pattern, a simple silver chain lopping itself inside of the pattern to hang around someone's neck. His neck. Without thinking, Relic slipped it on, hanging it along the chain that kept his robe...robe? Taking another look at himself, he found that he now wore a light brown layered robe, two red crosses on either side of the chain on the top layer. Underneath, he had on a simple tunic and cloth pants, but it was mostly hidden due to his large robe.

Taking his eyes off of his mysterious change of clothing, Relic found himself amid a absolute expanse of white, besides the stone pillars and array of weapons stuck in the ground like a graveyard.

Graveyard...wait. It all came back to him in a rush. His grave, the name, remembering. If it hadn't been for the sudden voice, then Relic probably would have broke down.

"Hey, you!" Nearby, a strange looking girl shouted at, well, a strange looking boy. "Where am I? What's going on? And who exactly is it watching me from behind that pillar over there?"

Breathing deeply, Relic approuched them calmly, tapping the girl on the soulder,"Excuse me, but yelling at the poor child won't help. Calm yourself and tell us who you are before you go about demanding an explaination." With that, he raised his hand to shake the boy's, smiling kindly,"I'm Relic."

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

Lulu didnā€™t stir for another moment, her body remained curled up in the fetal position, her expression a peaceful one as she attempted to return to the clutches of sweet sleep. However, when there was no response to her request, the girl moved, shaking her head just a bit as she allowed her eyes to slowly open, confusion glinting within them, ā€œMom. . . ?ā€ Luluā€™s voice slipped from her throat, cracking just a bit as fear seemed to seep into that one word. As those strange eyes of hers opened to the world around her, they widened as Luluā€™s heart fluttered to life in her chest. Letting a sudden rush of air escape from her lips, Lulu abruptly forced herself to sit up, the upper half of her body supported by her toothpick thin arms.

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

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

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

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

But, she wasnā€™t, sheā€™d been living for the last odd number of months without a memory. In those amnesia ridden months, she had been breathing, feeling, sleeping, singing, living. There was no way she was dead but. . . . If Iā€™m really suppose to be alive right now, why can I remember my own funeral?

Drawing her lips back together, Lulu bit down upon the both of them, drawing them inward to form her mouth into a thin line as her flesh turned pallor from the puzzlement and utter shock she felt. She blinked and allowed a shaky exhale to come from her nose as she attempted to relax her tense body, and to keep herself from shaking. Even if she really was feeling afraid for the simple fact she could remember her own funeral, that didnā€™t mean she wanted to show it. Tilting her head skyward, Lulu turned her head to each side slowly, scanning her odd surroundings with her eyes, taking it all in, and trying to understand it.

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

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

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

Shaking the doubt from her mind, and the unsettling feelings she was experiencing, Lulu wrenched her gaze away from their sleeping faces and looked ahead, a tinge of insecurity remained upon her features however. I know that I havenā€™t met those people before, but I feel like I ought to know them, if anything else, I should at least know their names.

Lost in her own mind, Lulu brought herself to a sudden halt when she realized that she was now standing before several other people who left that same sense of doubt within her heart upon seeing their faces. Like she needed to know their names, but for the life of her she couldnā€™t pull them from her memories again. Mmph! Is it amnesia again?! she thought to herself, face reddening from the very notion that she was suffering from something again.

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

These people, all of them, why do I feel like I should know who they are?! Why canā€™t I remember simple names? Trying to look at her feet through the thick white fog which covered the ground, Lulu shut her eyes, feeling embarrassment and utter annoyance gnawing away at her innards for forgetting names. With a red face she forced it away, refusing to show any more weakness to these people she felt like she was suppose to know.

Tightening her small hands up into bony little fists at her sides, Lulu turned her gaze back upward before she opened her mouth to speak, to try to garner some information about this situation from the lot of these familiar strangers when something sort of felt like it snapped inside her mind. The expression upon Luluā€™s face changed in an instant as her eyes went wide and she went still. I-I remember their names. . . . she realized, I donā€™t know who any of these people are, but I know their names.

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

ā€œAll of you . . . I know all of your names. . . .ā€ she said quietly, voice shaking a bit. Slowly enough, Lulu moved her arm to point at the first person she matched a name with, ā€œYouā€™re Dove, and you are Aquaea, your nameā€™s Relic . . . then, youā€™re Joss. And the two girls who are still out cold back there are Amoretta and Zyanya. . . .ā€ she said rather quietly, letting her hand drop back to her side. ā€œWh-Why do I know everyoneā€™s names. . . ? And where am I?ā€

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"Well excuse me if I seem to be forgetting my manners, Relic," Aquaea said coldly, turning to stare icily at the boy who had accosted her. "But it's a bit hard to remember such things when memories of strange people in priest's robes, of magical and impossible swords, and of being dead are being forced violently into one's head."

Things had been strange before, but now there were getting even more bizarre. She somehow recognized all of these people, somehow knew what this weapon was, and was somehow alive and dead at the same time. Clearly, reality had decided to go on vacation for a indefinite amount of time, which left her high and dry in this bizarre dreamscape of madness and magic.

"I thought so before, but now I'm sure of it," The hero - so that was what she was! - said, firmly taking hold of her sword and wrenching it from the ground, causing the blade to shatter and break outward, the various droplets that had once comprised its form spinning into the mists and vanishing. This didn't worry her, however. The blade could be reformed any time she needed it. She knew that from experience, having trained for years in the bizarre weapon's use. "I know all of you, and we all know each other. I don't know how, but it seems we're all in this same bloody mess together. Lovely." Turning, the hero glared at the corner of fabric poking noticeably out from behind a pillar a short distance away, as though she would freeze it with her icy stare.

"Jack!" She called with noticeable irritation. "Why don't you get out here and explain what's going on before I go insane? It's bad enough being stuck here in a den of lunacy, but you waiting until you can be all dramatic about your reappearance really doesn't help anything."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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"I believe I just explained my lack of manners a moment ago, so if you don't mind, could you stifle yourself for a moment?" The hero said sarcastically. "My head hurts, and I'm really in no mood for your tantrums. Being dead and all, you could say my inhibitions on, say, gagging you with this wonderful sword of mine, are much less than they otherwise would be."

The hero turned away after saying this and, striding a short distance over to a small pillar, leaned against it with a look of vague distaste on her face. Why get involved with other people? Her death - ah, that's right, she remembered now! - had taught her that anyone could betray you, at any time. Not even the ones you loved most were exempt from that. In fact, they were the ones most likely to place the knife in your back themselves.

So she crossed her arms, and stared icily at the bizarre world around her, sizing up the various goons she'd found herself lying amongst. She could remember all of their names, and connect them with their faces... She even knew some things about them. Her memories weren't complete, but, she realized, Jack was behind everything. He was the reason that they were all here right now. These weapons around them... each of them knew how to use one. If Jack was the mastermind of all this, and he had collected them in this place so they could find those weapons...

It was all clear to her now. He wanted them to fight.

"Yes, yes, we all know who you are, Jack," Aquaea snarked impatiently. "While I'm sure we're all eager to join Jack Dysfunctional and the Superfriends, there are a few more pressing issues, such as 'Why us?' 'What are we supposed to be doing?' and 'What's in this for me?' I'm guessing you know enough about me to realize why I'd help you in the first place, but you also have to know that I'm not exactly the 'Yay team!' type."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it felt like too much, all of these people and their attitudes. . . . God, it was pissing her off. Yes, she felt like complaining her head off too about whatever was going on with herself and everyone, but she wasnā€™t was she? No, no, she wasnā€™t, but she had every right to do so didnā€™t she? So then, why was it that she wasnā€™t going ahead and just letting her jaws flap? Lulu knew that at any other point in her life she would have just gone ahead and done so, and kvetched on and on about everything until someone blatantly told her to shut up or something.

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

Even if these people did indeed feel familiar to her, the redhead couldnā€™t deny the fact that . . . well, they all were nothing but tedious to her! Putting it bluntly, she didnā€™t care for any single one of them. People like this were of the sort she held loathing in herself for, in a word, they were nothing but sheer nuisances who just got in the way when events took a turn for the worse in her mind. Lulu didnā€™t know what was going on, why she was where she was, or how sheā€™d even gotten to be wherever this strange place was. She didnā€™t understand how it seemed she had died a time ago, but was now standing about, breathing and speaking as if there were nothing at all wrong with her. No matter what her memories told her, she knew that she was at least alive for the time being, the angry, fluttering heart in her chest told her as much.

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

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

Lulu promptly huffed after this, her cheeks a touch red as she released a breath, looking around at everyone, ā€œIā€™m confused as can be, all I wanted were answers and instead of that, I wind up wasting my good time by encountering a load of people who are of horrid temperaments and moods, and are doing nothing but sniping about everything. Well, Iā€™ve had my share of this all.ā€ With those words, Lulu spun on the heel of her shoes and turned around completely before beginning to walk away. Even if she didnā€™t know where she was, she figured sheā€™d be better off wandering around lost than stuck with people who were just going to be nothing more than complaints and bad moods . . . even if she werenā€™t in a much better mindset herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was still alive.

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

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

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

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