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Well, since the world turns, and I've been itching to do a good battle, I figure I'd challenge the Mistress of Creation to a quick spar. Rules are simple 1. No Godmanning- Duh! 2. No Projectile Weapons- We'll stick with magic instead 3. No Meele Weapons- Make it interesting, 'eh? 4. Ten posts each sound good? Referee: Treno [B]Setting[/B] A Mansion in the Californian mountains. It's isolated by a sheer cliff line on the far right side, and is fenced off by a giant garden maze on the left. Inside, there are any rooms, but everything in the rooms is dusty and covered in whites sheets, because the tenants moved out, and never came back. The electricty and gas still run, so the mansion is suitable for living in. At this point it's night time, but the fight could stretch into the wee morning hours. OK, now for info... Name: Age: (15-19) Gender: Appearence: Magic Spells: No more than five, nothing too big. Quick Charcter Snipit: I'll put mine up after she who creates has.

[B][Size=3]Charlie Bucket[/size][/B] [B]Parent/Guardian:[/B] Grandpa Joe. [B]Age:[/B] 10 [B]Vice:[/B] None. [B]Biography:[/B] Charlie Bucket grew up in two households. His mother?s, who worked for the local doctor?s office as a secretary and his father?s, who worked as a trash man. His father had actually proposed to his mother when she was pregnant, but she turned him down, telling him she?d rather marry a trash can. So, Charlie Bucket was born into the world. Due to the interest the state took into the matter, his mother decided to just keep the father?s last name, so they wouldn?t start poking their noses into the matter. Charlie grew up in two very different households. The first was his mother?s, where he lived most of the time. She worked a lot, so it was up to Charlie to keep the house in order. With his two bedridden aunts, and his almost bedridden grandfather, Charlie learned to grow up at an early age. His only seemingly innocent solitude was his father?s house. There, it was only him and his father, and they seemed to get along well enough. His father didn?t work everyday, and when he did, he was back before Charlie woke up. The problems began to develop when Charlie was eight. The court got suspicious of the setup of Charlie?s trade offs. His father got him every other weekend, and any holiday he wanted, as long as he hadn?t picked it last year. They thought that his father was exploiting the time, by requesting extra weekends. They stepped in and put a ban on weekends for his dad. So, that meant that Charlie could only see him at holidays. This sent Charlie?s dad into a fit, and he countered by suing Charlie?s mother and the state. He lost both cases, and had to sell just about everything he owned to pay off his lawyer. Charlie tried to send letters to him, but they all came back with a return to owner on them. So, Charlie went to school, did his chores, took care of his family, and waited for the next holiday. It seemed like the days slowed down, but it finally came around, and Charlie happily abandoned his apron for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. His mother drove him over to his new address, and immediately, Charlie knew that things weren?t going well for his dad. They had pulled up to a trailer park, and it wasn?t looking like one of the fancier ones either. Charlie got out of the car and walked into the park, expecting something to jump out and eat him. His father walked out and met him, and brought him back, introducing him to the neighbors, and showing him around. That night, his father sat Charlie down and explained what had happened. Charlie didn?t quite understand, and so he went to bed with a head full of questions. The next morning, Charlie woke up to a strange smell. He walked out of the trailer?s bedroom, and found his father, dead, on the floor. Charlie went into a state of shock, and passed out, falling into his father?s blood. After Charlie woke up, and realized what he had fallen in, he went into a state a screaming, which brought one of the neighbors. She saw what had happened, called the police, and helped a hysterical Charlie out of the trailer, and outside. There, the pair waited for the police, with Charlie going on and on about it being his fault. After the police came, things happened in a blur. Charlie was whisked off to the police station where they asked him a lot of questions, and then it was back to his mother, who hugged and kissed him until his face was covered in lipstick, and he was gasping for breath. His mother drove him home, where his two aunts immediately began their demands again, forcing Charlie to come to terms with reality. He was going to be working until he left the house, and he had lost his one little break in life. Every night, Charlie would hold the only picture of his father he has, and cries for him, and for his life. Things only seemed to get worse as he got older. The menial tasks became harder, and his aunts? demands became more and more strict, he even having to massage their feet because he forgot their tea with their lunch. On his tenth birthday, all Charlie got was a Wonka chocolate bar and a card from his grandfather. The card he kept with the other seven he had in a drawer in his closet. He set the chocolate bar there too, saving it for the next day, in which he would share it with his friend Pedro at school. [B]Appearance:[/B] Charlie is by no means a scrawny kid. He eats well enough, and with his chores, keeps himself fit. Even his sense of style isn?t hindered. He still wears the more popular names, and keeps up with his fellow classmates, thanks to his taste in clothes, and his mother?s job. Charlie?s light brown hair is short, thanks to a recent hair cut. It sits right above his ears, a length he?s happy with. If you moved down a bit, you would come to his deep blue eyes. They were inherited from his father and it?s seems like the only thing that sets him apart from his mother. His skin is lightly tanned, with an almost darkness to it. He keeps his natural color with his work that he does in the garden and around the outside of the house. His aunts never want him to do it, but he prefers it, because there, they can?t get him to do more pointless things. Grandpa Joe, as he likes to be called, is only 49 and looks only to be in his late 30?s. Due to the magic of modern day cosmetics, he keeps up his hair color and skin, earning him the compliment of people asking about Charlie as his son. Most of the time, Joe lives around the house in a pair of checkered sleep pants and a white muscle shirt, but for this occasion, he?s donned a pair of khakis and a striped blue and white shirt. His slippers replaced by brown Gucci he?s kept in the back of his closet. His hair full of hair is gelled down and left hanging forward, showing off his perfect hair more than necessary.

[Color=DarkBlue]I've died and gone to heaven! Great Job both you guys, and I'll use Ozy's Avi, and Umi's Banner. If anyone else is up for it, shoot![/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]*whistles innocently* I just thought I'd keep the thread up, and all the while, moves us along a bit. If Treno trusts enough to initiate free for all, then why don't we take advantage of it? He obviously trusts us enough, right Treno? But maybe, it's just me.[/size][/color]

?Good idea Orion. I was kind of planning on that, but I?ll give you the credit this time, because you beat me to the punch.? Cloud said, smiling. After everyone had gone their separate ways the first time, Cloud had thought about the morale of his ?outfit?. Living conditions weren?t really swell, outside or in, and the silence and everything surrounding it. On top of that, the overwhelming odds they were up against tonight, and every other night. If something wasn?t done, someone might get depressed, or moap around. Only he was allowed to do that. ?Was that a smile?? Lei asked, looking over at Cloud. ?So what if it was.? Cloud said, smiling again. ?Nothing, that?s just something we don?t get to see often enough.? Lei said, turning back to her cup. ?Are you still drinking that swill we call coffee?? Cloud asked ?I gave up on that stuff a long time ago.? ?It?s not so bad with lots of sugar.? Lei said, chuckling a little. ?Why so happy all of a sudden?? ?Why not? We might be stumbling upon our first big hit since we found out about Shiva.? Cloud said, walking towards Kai?s room. ?Hey Kai! We?ve decided on tonight, is that OK with you?? Kai walked out of her room, with a thin layer of sweat on her face. ?Yep, sounds good.? ?Cool, now, everyone start getting ready, it?s already getting late.? Cloud said, heading towards his room. He shut his door behind him, and turned towards his bed. He plopped down, and felt down underneath his bed. He found a loosely wrapped package, and pulled it out. He opened the package, took a moment of silence, and just looked his weapons down. Both shaped as tridents, their points were sharp as a new. The metal shined and gleamed, and Cloud could see himself reflected back in the glow. The red handles shone in the faint light, and almost seemed to glow. Cloud grabbed them quickly, and sheathed them on his back, the familiar cool weight a very welcome addition. Cloud walked back downstairs, and called everyone down for one last meeting. It took them a few minutes, but Cloud finally got the group into the ?den? area. He stood before them, and said, ?We?re going into this with full hearts. Winning and losing doesn?t matter. All we want is information, but don?t hesitate to kill anyone that gets in your way Kai. Orion, I want you take out as many idiots as you can, without overwhelming yourself. If things get too hairy, then head back over to Lei and me, and we can help. Other than that, have fun, and watch your back. Now, let?s head out.? Cloud walked out the door, and walked a couple of steps. He stopped, and watched his comrades walking out. The silence was a welcome blanket for the departing group.

[Color=DarkBlue]As awesome as my banner is, it's spring time, which equals happy, so, I need a banner change! This time around, we'll be featuring that monkey that gets into trouble more than a preteen on speed, Curious George. For the Avi: I just want [URL=http://home.cwru.edu/thetuesday/images/curious%20george.jpg]this[/URL] picture. No name. For the Banner: I'll attack those pictures, and if you could just put, He doesn't take after the big idiot, I would be most delighted. If the titles or anything with the pictures is a problem, PM me, and I'll get you some other ones. Thanks a bunch everyone![/color]

[COLOR=DarkBlue][B]Name[/B]: Michael Darling [B]Character[/B]: Little Brother [B]Age[/B]: 8 [B]Appearance[/B]: Gone are the days of one piece "nighties" as his mother called then. He has proudly graduated to a full set of PJ's that he likes to wear all the time, even though his mother complains everytime. His light brown hair sits confortably on his earlobes, and it almost seems blonde when you see it from a distance, or in the sun. He loves to run outside, and has been known to sneak Nana out with him. [B]Bio[/B]: Michael tries to live the way he thinks Peter would. He tries to fly to places, (with the bruises to prove it!), he fights off invisible pirates at every street corner,and he always carries a little wooden sword with him, whereever he goes. His brother has already began to forget, telling Michael to leave any time he offers to play Peter Pan. It makes him sad to not only see his brother loose interest, but also see his sister leaving. So, in hopes of finding the magic again, he gets Wendy to tell one last story before she leaves.[/COLOR] OOC: Sorry 'bout the light font. ^_^;

[COLOR=SlateGray]James, will the kids be "knocked-off" in the same order as the actual book, or are you planning on changing that up?[/COLOR]

Kyle Messigner sat on the bus. His long brown hair was in his face, but he didn?t mind, because he was catching up on his sleep. With his headphones in, a loud rock song blaring, Kyle was dead to the world. He did however reflect on the morning, briefly, if only to give himself something to do besides sleep. He had missed his mother this morning, who usually drove him to school. Kyle had gone to bed with his headphones in, so he missed his alarm, and his mother?s interval yelling. She finally had to shake him awake and leave. Kyle sluggishly got out of bed and glanced at the clock. It was exactly seven and school started at eight thirty, although he preferred to be there early, in case something big happened. Nothing ever did, but it never hurt to be prepared, right? Kyle got himself dressed, and brushed his hair out, deciding to not to put it into a ponytail today, him being as tired and lazy as he was. He grabbed some breakfast and was out the door by seven thirty. He was on the bus by seven forty-five, and he should have gotten to school by eight fifteen. Instead, he missed his stop, and didn?t realize it until eight-thirty. He cursed, and got off at the next stop. He was really pissed, because the bus had moved into the suburbs, and now he was going to have to wait on another bus, which was a thirty-minute wait. He cursed again, and walked across the street. He sat down on the bench, and hit ?Play? on his iRiver. A Perfect Circle?s ?Pet? began, and Kyle leaned back on the glass panel of the wait area and mouthed the words. [I]Don?t fret precious, I?m here, Step away from the window, And go back to sleep.[/I] As the song continued, Kyle began to think about what he had done the day before. It had been a regular day at school, and the bus ride home had been normal too. It was the sparse time he spent checking his email that still lingered in his memory. When he logged in, he only had two emails, and when he went to check, only one of them was worth reading. He opened it and read, [I]Mr. Messigner, I hope you didn?t delete the other email in your inbox. If you did, be prepared for the consequences. Mr. Go[/I] Kyle chuckled to himself. What kind of loser would think that Kyle would actually be scared of them? Kyle decided to check out what kind of spam they wanted him to see. He clicked on the message, and laughed as the page loaded. It showed kids running around a town, picking up things along the way. Kyle scrolled down, and saw that it was indeed an advertisement. It said, Do you want adventure? Do you have the urge to see the world? Then, we have the perfect job for you. Email us back that you?re interested. Then, there was some boring text that Kyle skipped over, until he got the end. If you don?t respond to this, or delete it, we will find you, and you won?t like the results. Kyle laughed, and deleted it from his deleted items. He then shut down the computer and went outside, waving to his friend Maria. The two ended up going to the movies together and didn?t get home ?till late. [I]Stay with me, Safe and Ignorant Just, stay with me And I will protect you from the other ones Evil Ones, go back to sleep.[/I] The song ended and Kyle looked up. The bus was coming down the hill, and his song had ended. It had only seemed like a couple of minutes, but Kyle guessed time flew when you thought about stuff. He boarded the bus, and decided to not fall asleep this time, the time already being nine. He listened to about three songs, and then hit the next stop button. He got off the bus, and jogged to the school, only ending up forty-five minutes late. He was lucky, and didn?t have to explain anything to anyone, because there was a sub in his first two classes. All he did was sit down, and pretend like he had been there. As class went on, he began to wonder about Maria. He didn?t have a crush on her or anything, but he felt like she wasn?t always there. She had conquered cancer at an early age, and had been sickly ever since. Her Hispanic background never showed through her pale complexion. It made Kyle somewhat sad, because even with her paleness, she was still one of the most beautiful girls he knew. Most guys didn?t like her, but Maria never let that discourage her. As lunchtime rolled around, Kyle began to think about what he was going to do over the weekend. He had seen all the new movies in the theaters, and rain was predicted for the weekend, so it was looking like another boring weekend at home. Kyle suddenly snapped out of his thinking as the bell rung. He stood up and walked through the door. He and Maria were supposed to meet in the courtyard of the school. As he jogged to the courtyard, he scanned the crowd. He spotted a couple of his other friends, but they were all tied up in relationships, so they didn?t have much time for idle chatter. He quickly dodged students and made his way down towards the front of the school. After what seemed like an eternity plus a day, he swam through the waves of students, and arrived outside. He quickly scanned the commons area for Maria, but didn?t see her, so he walked to their usual spot near the fountain. Not a lot student knew about the fountain, because it was situated in between two big hedges. It was a horrible design of angels embracing, but it was a good place to get away from it all. When Kyle turned the corner and didn?t see Maria, he began to get worried. He pulled out his cell phone, and dialed her number. The voice on the other line confirmed his fears. This number has been disconnected, please hang up and try again. Kyle ran back the school, and ran into Maria?s classroom. The teacher, Mr. Jilk, sat grading papers. Kyle walked over to his desk. ?Mr. Jilk, was Maria Heldigo here today?? he said, panting. ?No, I?m sorry, she was absent today.? He said, not glancing at Kyle. Kyle walked out of the room frustrated and confused. He walked to the office and took a sick slip. If he was going to figure out what was going on, he had to leave the school. He ran back to his classroom and found the sub reading a book. Kyle walked up, and in his sickest voice said ?I just finished throwing up. Can you sign this sheet so I can go home please?? The sub looked questionably at Kyle, and Kyle made gagging noises and inflated his cheeks with air. He ran out of the classroom and stopped outside the door, coming around so the teacher couldn?t see him. He let out the air, and chuckled to himself. When he walked in about two or three minutes from now, the form would be ready for him to blow this popsicle stand. He popped in his headphones, and listened to a song, then put on his sick face again. He opened the door to the classroom, and stumbled in. Low and behold, there stood the sub with the paper in hand, and concerned look on his face. ?Are you going to be OK getting home?? he asked, handing the note to Kyle. ?Yes, I think so.? Kyle said, slowly gathering up his things. ?Be careful, OK?? the teacher said, sitting back down at the desk. ?Yes sir.? Kyle said, walking through the door. Kyle looked at his watch, and realized that the bus he wanted to catch left in five minutes. He quickly bolted through the hallways and down the staircase, being yelled at by more than one teacher as he flew. He got outside with three minutes to spare, and he didn?t let up on his speed, knocking over more than one student. He turned when he hit the street and put everything into his last hundred feet sprint, reaching the bus stop just as the bus pulled up. He climbed on board, totally out of breathe, and with a burning sensation in his legs. He sat down in the first available seat and pulled out his iRiver. He stuck his headphones in and tried to catch his breath. He hit play, and turned the volume down, so he could hear the announcement of the next stop. He settled down in the seat and began to relax, letting the bumpiness of the ride sooth his burning legs. He almost fell asleep, but the bumpiness of the ride, with the loud annoying announcements, made it impossible for Kyle to sleep. After about thirty minutes or so, he heard his stop, so he hit the stop button and stood up. His legs hurt for a second, but it subsided when he jumped down the steps and onto the pavement. He walked the block and a half to his house and opened the door. The house was empty and quiet, and Kyle just dropped all his stuff on the couch in the living room. He then left the house again, and locked it behind him. He then walked across the street to Maria?s house. Her mother and father both worked at the hospital in town as doctors, so Maria had the house to herself a lot. He knocked on the door, and then rang the doorbell, hoping she was there. After about five minutes, Kyle decided to enter the house. He pushed at the door, and was surprised to find it unlocked. He pushed it open, and was greeted with a horrendous sight. The entire house was trashed, and there was blood everywhere. Anything that could break, and make more than a couple of pieces covered the floor, making every step crunch under Kyle. He walked towards the living room, and found Mrs. Heldigo on the couch, a knife sticking out of her chest. There was blood all over the white couch, staining it a horrid pink color. Kyle clutched at his stomach, and ran for the bathroom, where he threw up everything he had eaten today. After he felt like his stomach was settled, he explored the rest of the house, finding only Mr. Heldigo?s body, hanging by an electric cord in the stairwell. As Kyle went to leave, he noticed a note on the door?s backside. He peeled it off, and opened the envelope it was in. It read [I]See, this is what you get when you don?t do what you?re told. If you?re not careful, your house?ll be next. Mr. Go[/I] Kyle suddenly burst out from the house at a run, his legs burning like no one?s business. He suddenly fell over in the street, his legs giving out on him. He stood up, and shakily walked back to his house, where he locked every lock. He called the police, reported the crime, then sat down in his den, waiting for them to come. After thirty minutes, Kyle looked out, and saw the police had come and gone. He cursed, and walked out to survey the damage. There was police tape around the entire house, not one entrance not declaring, [B]?DO NOT ENTER!?[/B]. Kyle didn?t walk around the entire house, instead he just walked by it on his way to the bus stop. He had to go and talk to his mother about this. He sat down at the bus stop and looked at his watch. ?Another thirty-minute wait!? he said aloud, not caring if anyone heard. He was surprised when the bus that he was supposed to waiting on chugged down the street at a sluggish pace. It stopped and the door closest to the driver opened. Kyle climbed on and sat down, and then he put in his headphones and turned it up. It was supposed to be a long ride. He closed his eyes, and let the sounds of Evanescence and the bumping of the bus drift him to sleep. He was suddenly and rudely, awakened by a rough voice that was also poking at his side. He took out his headphones, and turned to the voice, ready to tell them off, when a 9mm Beretta came out of nowhere and plopped right in front of Kyle?s eyes. ?Make a false move, and I?ll kill you.? The voice said, tightening its grip on the gun. Kyle gulped. Mr. Go had caught up with him. [Color=#8B8989]. If someone could run a fine toothed comb through this piece, and find everything that wasn't working, I would be more than willing to give them a couple of favors. ^_~ PS: I hope everyone enjoys this, because I might have a surprise following the next chapter.[/color]

Cloud kicked at the dirt on the ground for a moment. The silence sometimes seemed deafening to him, overwhelming his every sense. It was at times like this, when hope got down, that Cloud hated the silence. Usually, he could use it to kind of forget everything that went on around him, and just think about nothing. Clearing his head, and just letting the flow of time wash over him was something the silence helped, but now it was just remembrance of how hopeless the situation was turning out to be. If they truly had found her, then they would need to put even more work into figuring out a plan to bring the corporation down on their knees. From the time that they had taken over, and the silence plagued Treno, Cloud had slowly put the variable time into the back of his mind. Now, it seemed like they would have to come up with something good and something fast, otherwise, Jenova would destroy everything and everyone. Cloud walked over to a big rock across from the spot he was standing, and sat down. He needed to think about what they could do to try and cripple the government enough to stop the revitalization of Jenova. The name send a shot of fear, cold and painful, to his heart. He had only heard it in the stories, and even those ended with death and suffering. Cloud suddenly sat up and cried out. He had figured it out. He rushed back to the bunker, slamming the door open. He noticed that Lei was up and drinking coffee. He walked over to where Kai and Orion sat. ?I?ve got it.? He said. ?Got what?? Kai asked, looking at Cloud. ?I have an idea.? Cloud said, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. ?You sure about it?? Lei asked, looking up from her coffee. ?It?s not full proof, but it?s the best we have for right now.? Cloud said. ?So, I figure, if we make an attack on the scientific base across town, we can steal plans, get information, and maybe even find where they?re keeping Jenova.? ?But, Cloud, we can?t.? Orion said, looking at him. ?Why not?? Cloud asked, looking at the wall above Orion. ?We?ve already tried it; they?ve probably already beefed up security.? He said, turning to Kai. ?Well, then, we?ll have to fight our way in and back out then, won?t we?? Cloud said. ?That means we?d have to kill innocent people.? Lei quickly responded with. ?People who made the conscious decision to work there.? Kai said, turning to Lei. ?I don?t want anyone to fight about this. We?re not going to kill anyone, unless we have to.? Cloud said. ?If anyone has any smoke bombs, we?ll probably need them.? ?Cloud, what if we don?t find anything?? Orion asked. ?Well, does anyone have any better ideas?? Cloud asked, throwing his hands up.

[QUOTE=JuliasPeach]Well, I'll have to say not many characters annoy me. :) I like reseti, and blathes, tingle is just scary. o.O and navi never got to me. though for the person I am going to say does not annoy me to much. its just some stuff she does. >.> Daisy. from the mario bros. In mario kart DD, she passes you and screams " HI I'M DAISY" I mean how annoying can you get? O_O and just the way she acts. >.> -Peach[/QUOTE] [Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Your just mad 'cuz she's muscling in on Peach's territory, lol. In all I find the Chainsaw people from the Village in Resident Evil 4 annoying. They always pop up when you have no ammo, so you spend five minutes trying to get ammo to shoot them so you can reload and kill them. Also, has no one mentioned the evil that is Toad? I mean, how can someone just stand there smiling the whole time? Gah, it's just wrong![/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Yukiko was getting desperate. She glanced around the battlefield and saw total chaos. Tetsuya and Noata were fighting the undead Akio, some other vampires were fighting with Kuroichi and were losing badly, and Aly had just finished with Ankeo, putting her in the car. Yukiko couldn?t believe that all this was happening, and her pause gave Doppo the upperhand, which he used to knock her backwards with his hand. ?How about we play a bit before you join your friend.? Doppo said, grinning. Yukiko scowled and stood up, grabbing her sais. ?Or, I could just kill you and save you the trouble.? She responded, charging at him. Doppo pulled his sword back, and was about to strike, when Rift and Obstruct charged him, and knocked him over right onto Yukiko. She dodged to the side, and then rammed her sais into his back. He howled in pain, and Yukiko pulled them out again, causing even more pain. Yukiko quickly ran back a pace, and watched as Obstruct lunged with his dagger. Doppo turned around and stuck the Genbu shield out, throwing the dagger and Obstruct off. He fell to the ground, and Doppo jumped up. ?I won?t go down that easily. Try again.? Yukiko pulled out her 1873 and aimed it at Doppo. ?Nope, that won?t work Yukiko.? He said turning around. ?A bullet won?t kill me that easily.? Yukiko?s jaw dropped for a second, but she saw the dumpster that she had hit Kuroichi with earlier. She motioned for the others to distract Doppo, and they did, giving Yukiko time to build up speed. She then launched it at Doppo, and sent him flying. Yukiko then tried to predict his trajectory, but she failed as she quickly lost him. She turned around, and saw Rift running in another direction, so she decided to follow. She never saw the Genbu Shield flying out of the darkness, and darkness soon overcame her as she slumped onto the ground.[/size][/color]

[B][U]Waiting and Watching[/U][/B] [Color=DarkBlue]Naoto sat at his table in his room, his items spread about. He began to point his finger at things, and make a note on a piece of paper next to him. He suddenly stopped, and sighed exasperated. ?How am I going to get this stuff counted if new things keep popping up?? he asked out loud, not expecting an answer. ?If you would stop adding things, then it wouldn?t be so difficult.? A voice answered from behind him, causing him to jump. ?Jia Li, I didn?t hear you come in.? ?Of course not, if you did, I wouldn?t be doing my job right then, would I?? she asked, laughing and sitting down next to him. ?No, none of us should make noise I suppose. I know my mother never did. She could be making a meal and still keep it quiet enough for me to sleep in the kitchen. I only did it when I got cold, because the fire?s heat kept me warm and helped me sleep. I never want to ever forgot her.? He said, turning away from Jia Li. ?You won?t, don?t worry so much.? Jia Li said, smiling. ?Oh, Yuchiko wanted to speak with you. She said it was in regard to your mission last week, and the information you recovered.? Naoto nodded and stood up. ?I?d better go see her then. Would you like to accompany me?? he asked, looking nervous. ?Sure, and then I need to go speak with a friend of mine, so I?ll see you after you?re done.? She said, standing up as well. The pair turned and strode through the door, and it seemed like a change surged through Naoto?s body. His smile disappeared, and was replaced by a set expression, and he didn?t stand as tall. If people wondered about his sobriquet, their wonder was quickly filled when they saw him walk by. It seemed like he became another person, but he just faced the world head on, without emotion, for fear of losing another person he held dear. When they reached the door, Jia Li waved and walked down the opposite hall, leaving Naoto alone. He knocked lightly on the screen, and came in after hearing a grunt. ?Yuchiko, you wanted to see me?? he asked, looking the woman down. She sat at her table, a mess of paper work and ink stains seeming to flow off the table and into the room. Her black hair was tied up into a bun and her black eyes were almost covered in the red of tiredness. ?Are you sure you got everything right?? she asked, not offering a sitting place to him. ?Yes, the one Wintersweet agent in the peasant area of one of the major cities was found and killed.? He said, not showing any emotion. ?Fine, you may go.? She said, not glancing at him. Naoto thought about saying something, but instead just moved on, it seemed like Yuchiko just kept getting busier every day. Naoto had at first thought he wanted her job, but as time went on, he preferred his job more. Even though she was the one who arranged and assigned the assignments, Naoto just couldn?t take all that paperwork. Naoto left and walked down the hall he had seen Jia Li walk down. He stopped about halfway and turned around. He thought to himself, ?If she wants to see me, she?ll come find me.? He instead walked back to his room, and his puzzling item problem.[/color]

Name: Unknown AKA: Sidearm Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: See attachment. Personality: Sidearm is a very happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He loves nothing more than to jabber with someone over nothing. He has been known to talk off the ear of even the most talkative of people. He loves to be around people, not caring if they hate or love him. Another, different side to Sidearm also presents itself on occasion. He doesn?t have a split personality, but instead, he just keeps all his anger bottled up, until such time as it can be used effectively. Such as in battle, or in times of need. Sidearm all around just loves to be around people, but even more so, he loves his job. From masquerading as a prostitute to a rich man, only to kill him slowly with a knife, all the while, watching his eyes bulge from the sockets. Sidearm sometimes takes to much pleasure from killing, although most people wouldn?t know it. All and all, Sidearm seems pretty two dimensional, although deep down, he harbors feelings for Silence. He can?t figure out why, but something about the way he talks, and the way he can change from one person to the next so quickly, enthralls Sidearm. He doesn?t think Silence harbors the same feelings, so he keeps those at the back of his mind. Biography: Sidearm grew up in the Bronx, New York. His parents died when he was three, so his big brother and him moved in with a friend. They lived peacefully enough, watching each other?s back, and having fun. When his brother, who was four years older than he, joined a gang with a group of his friends, Sidearm became constantly worried. Everywhere he went; he only traveled in daylight, and always carried a switchblade on his person, for fear of being beat up. One day, a kid in class came up to him and slammed him into a wall. ?I heard what your brother did to my brother, and I won?t let something like that just not be avenged.? So started one of Sidearm?s bloodiest battles ever fought. From the start, Sidearm knew that this wasn?t going to be a fair fight, as the the entire group behind him began to circle around him. First, a punk about his height stepped up, throwing his fists up. Sidearm just watched as he ran at him. Sidearm just stepped to the side, and stuck his foot out, tripping the kid up. He fell face forward, and got his first taste of asphalt. The next idiot to step up looked like he was at least two years older than Sidearm. He didn?t run at Sidearm, but instead, started in slowly, while circling. Sidearm didn?t move around, but instead followed him with his body. When he did attack, Sidearm ducked, and tried to sweep him off his feet, but he was too smart for that. He just stepped back, and grabbed Sidearm?s leg as it swept by. He picked Sidearm up, and held him, laughing. As Sidearm tried to get a swinging rhythm down, he felt something in his pocket start to fall. He shot his hand out and caught it, and flicked a safety, allowing a blade to swish out. The idiot never saw the blade that pierced his arm. To this day, Sidearm swears he the tip pierced the entire arm, but he wasn?t certain, because it came out when the boy dropped him. He screamed in pain as it ripped through the flesh, and caused a gapping wound. The muscle was torn to shreds, and the bone gleamed outward. Every single one of those boys took a step back as the boy held his arm with one arm. Sidearm then turned and ran for the large fence that separated the street and the playground. He was about to start climbing, when a pair of hands grabbed him from behind and tried to pry him off the fence. Sidearm held on for dear life, knowing that if he didn?t hold on, he was a dead man. The pair of arms ripped him off the fence, and threw him onto the ground. Sidearm tried to land on his feet, but he instead landed on his back. A large form sat on him, and Sidearm began to lose breath. As things began to blackout, Sidearm felt the weight suddenly leave. He shook his head and returned to reality, and quickly stood up. He ran over to his blade and picked it up, wiping the blood off on his shirt. He looked around, and saw the mass that had been sitting on him squirming around in pain. He turned to see, and there was his brother. He smiled at Sidearm and waved, and started walking towards him. Sidearm ran over to him, and as he went to hug him, he felt the knife pierce through his stomach. Behind Sidearm?s brother stood the bastard that had challenged Sidearm in the first place. He twisted it, and laughed as Sidearm?s brother fell to the ground, dead. Sidearm threw his blade without thinking, and smirked as the splat of the knife hitting its target resounded. Sidearm then realized what he had done, and fled. He ran back to his friend?s house where he spilled the story. There, he found out that his brother had killed that boy?s brother over Sidearm. Sidearm ran to the room he and his brother shared, and stayed there for three days. He cried, and mourned, and realized what he had to do. He had to kill. Killing from that day forth became his primary goal. He trained in the streets of the Bronx. Everyone feared his gang after about a month, and no one challenged them. By the time he was 18, Sidearm was one of the more feared names in all of New York. Any and Everywhere he went, people would bend over backwards to please him. It was in a party that Sidearm got his first taste in the life of an assassin. There in attendance was Sidearm, his friend, and a girl named Trish. They had decided to join in on the party, after they heard that was being held by one of the known members of the New York mafia and Sidearm wanted a look at what he would be up against. Unfortunately, he didn?t expect the member to be ready. After entering, he was immediately sprayed with gunfire, which he dodged behind a pillar. His friends were not so lucky, and both lay on the floor, with bullets all over their legs. Sidearm whipped out a 9mm, but was disabled by guards and dragged into the basement with his friends. There, he was forced to watch as lethal injection and knife stabbing killed them. He cried as their screams reached he ears, and he screamed as they died. As he awaited his inevitable death, his salvation came in the form of the man. Apparently, the don and the man were great friends, and after the man had heard about Sidearm?s death grip on the Bronx, he wanted to meet the man behind the name. Sadly, he was met only with a boy just out of puberty. He didn?t let that discourage him, and struck Sidearm a deal. If he came to work the man, then the don would forget his problem with Sidearm. Sidearm was in no position to decline, so he signed on, training only a bit with his baseball bat. Although it was his preferred melee weapon, Sidearm always has his 9mm Eagle in pocket on his shoulder in case of something going wrong. Weapon: A Metal Baseball bat, specially formatted to not dent when colliding with solid objects. Also has a compartment for knifes in the handle. His 9mm Eagle which he carries on his shoulder, just in case. Alliance: Nanashi X

[Color=DarkBlue]Name: Akrio Hellio Height: 150 cm Weight: 75 kg Age: 21 on the outside, 130 on the inside Appearance: See attachment. Race: Zodiac, Aquarius Position: Neutral. Akrio is neutral, because he doesn't want upset the very little balance of the world by giving favor to anyone or anything. Power: Akrio has the power of air. He can command the winds and use them as a weapon, and also a form of short transportation. Morph: [URL=http://www.mikejs.com/pics/colin.jpg]Cat[/URL] Weapon: 1873 Charles Daley Magnum, and a short sword. Bio: Akrio was born into an American Army family, so he grew up moving all around the country. From school to school he moved, making new friends, but never forgetting the old. It was after a friend died back in his ?hometown?, that he began to realize his powers. After going to the funeral, he began to cry, and he noticed that the wind began to pick up as he cried. He suddenly stopped, and so did the wind. As the memories of lives gone by began to fly through his mind, Akrio realized that he had to hone his abilities. So he did by sneaking out every night to training sending different forces of wind into the different tress in the forest behind his house. After they moved to the last place Akrio moved with, Akrio realized that things weren?t going to end up going well if he didn?t graduate from high school, so he put a lot of effort into his senior year. He graduated Valedictorian and went to Harvard for three years. In his fourth year of school, he fell into a state of worriedness, and dropped out, moving to Costa Rica, where he waits only for the time that draws near.[/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Name- Jake Rowan Age- 16 [Junior] Gender- Male Appearance- See attchment Personality- Jake is an out going sorta guy. He'll go out of his way to help his friends, whether it be skipping school, or leaving in the middle of class, Jake is always one to help. He also tries to do it with a smile, leaving no one to even try and doubt his intentions. Deep down though, Jake harbors a secret. It's one that most of his friends know about, but he still doesn't want the whole world to know about it. Journal Entry Today, my sister Jill had an emmotional breakdown in the bathroom. She's only two years older than me, but sometimes I feel like I'm protecting her instead of the other way around. I ran in and asked her why she was crying, but she wouldn't say, so I walked her from the bathroom to the table where I had made some coffee. I poured her a cup, and slowly probed her for info. Apparently, that asshole she's been dating has been seen going around with some tramp. I felt for her, I really did. Last year, after that fiasco with Jeana, I really don't trust alot of people at that school. Anyways, we sat there talking for about two hours, and by the time I had realized that it was late, I had already decided to not go to school, so I just sat and watch a bit of TV. Which is where I am right now. I was just think about him again. The way his hair sometimes slides down into his face, and he brushes it back with his hand. I also love hearing him and his band practise, his voice being the only thing I hear sometimes. I need to stop going off in tangents about him. He's important, but not improtant enough, 'eh?[/size][/color] [Color=Red][Size=1]If anything is wrong, PM me.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Dirty cocain sold by the shady white guy on the street corner is not something I'm addicted to. Actually, I'm a simple man. 1) I am addicted to Music. I listen it to it whenever I can, including in class. I have been told so many times to take my headphones out, but I just put 'em back in. I rarely get on the computer and not put on something. 2) I am addicted to the Internet. I have been told countless times I spend to much time on it, but I don't care. The Internet is a good release point of stress, and I take advanatge of it. 3) I am addicted to.... Well, maybe that one's best not said. Anywho, I must say the Chicken Rocks. Oh and soda. Soda is the fizzly goodness that keeps the JJ sane! *cough* [QUOTE]And another huge addiction-- FILM. I love movies... I watch at least 2/night as I try to force myself to sleep.[/QUOTE] I wish I had a TV that I could legally do that on.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue]That is so awesome. And in all honesty, I blame it on Night of the Dead. The advatar was cool, but I had something else in mind for it, but for now I'll use it. If anyone else wants to crack at it, go ahead.[/color]

[Color=DarkBlue]I've been feeling rather zombified lately, so I've decided to do a kind of theme with it. I'd like a black background, and the words "The First, but not the Last" written somewhere on there. Plus the pictures of course. Thanks alot.[/color]

[QUOTE]The newest rage in video game technology! Immerse yourself in the game! Make friends and enemies! Live your video games![/Quote] [Quote]Ads like these have flooded the world as of late, as a new company, TECHMEICHO arose to throw off the likes of both Nintendo and Sony from their pedestals. It?s four dimensional technology allowed gamers to enter their favorite games as their favorite characters. From Resident Evil to Pokémon, gamers have no end to the levels they could choose. The best part by far, is that you can get a group of friends together, and play online free. Each game has it?s own difficulty level, so even the newest gamers can jump right in. We here are even surprised at the fluidity and smoothness the game plays. All you need to buy is the system, and the games are programmed in.[/Quote] In 2006, a new video game company that brought out a product many gamers had only dreamed of swept the world. It allowed them to become the characters of their video games. Gamers all over the world ate it up, wasting over 20 billion dollars on it. In 2007, TECHMEICHO recalled all systems, and sent them back to the gamers with internet capabilities, and over 20,000 games. The internet was free, and some kids began to live in front of their systems. Luckily, the company put an instant eject on anyone under 18 who wasn?t supposed to be online anymore. Everyone in the world as peace, and no one could argue that kids were also learning new languages by communicating with others. Things were perfect until one day, the servers crashed, booting everyone out, when they were rebooted, and everyone returned on, certain kids had disappeared from their rooms, and the game. Kinda the main point for a new RPG idea I've come up with, although Miss Saishi did help. We of course would be playing to party that disapeared, and I'll clear up things like why and what not later. I need someone that's played, beaten, and understands the plots of alot of games. They can join the RPG if they want, but I need the most help in making good scenarios. If anyone has any comments or ideas, post 'em here, but if you want to help me, PM me please. Thanks. JJ

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]I can't believe you decided to make this into a story. I must kill you now for untold reasons. PS: Yes, I cracked a smile more tha once, because it was that funny.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Yukiko sat smuggly in the booth. She had told both Akio and Naoto that it wouldn?t work with Tetsuya, and she was right. As she turned to Naoto to laugh at him, she heard Akeno?s scream, and she stood up. ?What do you? Holy Shit, its Kuroichi. Can you feel him?? ?Yeah, and we should get out there right now, because Akio and Tetsuya will need backup.? Naoto said, grabbing his briefcase. ?Why the hell do you need that?? Yukiko started to ask, only to gape at the man. Naoto stood with a metal pole, his face set in a grim status. He tossed Yukiko her sais, expecting her to catch them. She ran forward, but was stopped but Naoto, who motioned for her to wait and try to get the element of surprise. The pair crept up, and were about to bang open the swinging doors when the gunfire poured through them. The pair jumped into booths, and waited for it to end. They burst through the doors this time, seeing the mayhem that had been caused. The smoking corpse of Akio lay on the ground in front of the door, bullet holes riddled all around. Yukiko didn?t notice it at first, instead seeing a dumbfounded Tetsuya starring back at her. She looked down, and it finally dawned on her. ?Akio?.? Yukiko fell to the ground and began to sob, her tears freely falling as she began to grope at the body. ?Akio, Akio, wake up damnit. This isn?t funny. You?re not dead, and you?re really pissing me off!? Yukiko and Naoto didn?t see Kuroichi who had hidden in the shadows of the roof. He watched Yukiko?s reaction and chuckled. Things were going well, even Akio had already been killed. Naoto slowly walked up to Yukiko who was still shaking the body. ?Yukiko, you need to come here. Come on, this isn?t the time or the place.? Naoto bent over and slowly grabbed Yukiko, who had just seen the vampire?s dirty work. ?YOU BASTARD!? She screamed, thrashing. ?Where the FUCK is that coward?? Kuroichi picked this moment to spring on the two unsuspecting hunters. He knocked Naoto back, throwing him into the building. He tried to grab Yukiko, but she whipped around with her sais. ?You killed Akio and my mother. So now, I?ll kill you.? ?Good luck trying.? Kuroichi said, quickly moving his hands towards her head. She crouched down quickly, and rolled out of his immediate grasp, surprising him. She looked at Tetsuya and the other newcomer with the guns. The gun fellow seemed trigger happy as he opened fired again on Kuroichi. He merely dodged to the side, avoiding them. Yukiko in the mean time was pulling out her 1873, and readying it for use. She reloaded the spin handle, and slammed it in. She stuck her sais on her back, and aimed at the vampire. At this point, Tetsuya decided to lunge at him with his sword. Before Yukiko could stop her self, she shot at Kuroichi, who in turn tried to put the bullet into Tetsuya. He ducked, and rolled, using his powers to send a garbage can lid to trip up Kuroichi. He stepped over it, and unsheathed his Night Blade. Tetsuya stopped suddenly, and gaped at Kuroichi. His stop almost got him killed as Kuroichi suddenly rushed him. Yukiko?s quick thinking saved him. She threw a dumpster towards Kuroichi, throwing his trajectory off. He grunted, and turned towards the woman again. ?He doesn?t need help.? He said, scowling. ********************************************************************** Naoto began to stir, and he suddenly came to, seeing Aly trying to take on Yaiba and Doppo alone. Naoto decided to help, and drew his pole. He leapt over the threesome and landed close to Aly. ?Need some help?? She nodded and launched another lightening bolt at the group. Before the dust cleared, Naoto launched himself at the pair, swinging his pole around his head. He struck at Yaiba, who just flick Naoto off with his blade. He then brought it back around the slash at him, but Naoto brought his pole around faster, hitting him on the head. Yaiba?s sword went harmlessly to the right as he stared at Naoto. He brought it around once more, but Naoto had already run back a step, already fiddling with his belt. In his pouch, he held a 9mm, and he wanted to try it out. He whipped it out, and fired his first shot, ignoring the kickback. The two vampires felt the bullet wiz right between them, and began to move. Aly brought a bolt down, stopping their charge for a second. Naoto used the pause to fire at the two of them again. He hit Doppo in the arm, and Doppo dropped Aneko. Aly started towards her, but Naoto stopped her. ?By trying to get to her now, is going to cost us both our lives. Let?s finish off the vampires first.? Aly nodded, and began to chant in a low voice. Naoto turned again towards the pair of vampires, only to find them gone. Naoto cursed his lack of attention on them, and turned around. They had planned a charge, and were very near when Naoto turned around. He opened fire, and didn?t stop until the clip was depleted. When Naoto tried to see what damage he had caused, nothing seemed to be there. He cocked the pistol and walked over. He didn?t see anything, but the puddle of blood was the first thing he saw. ?I did hit them, but I don?t know where they got to.? Naoto said turning to Aly, ?Go check on your friend.? Aly turned and ran over to Akeno, checking her pulse first. She turned towards Naoto and said ?She?s got a weak pulse. I?m going to try to heal her with a spell. Could you watch my back?? ?Sure.? Naoto said, turning to see how the other two were faring. It was then that he knew where the other two vampires had gotten to. They had found their way into the fight, and even now, Naoto could hear the crazy idiot?s guns blazing. Naoto figured that Aly would be OK, so he sprinted towards the battle, praying no one else had died.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Name: Hirada Naoto Sobriquet: Alone Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance/Description: See attachment. He doesn?t normally wear the headband, but on occasion he does, only when it fits the costume. He is usually seen with jeans and a sweatshirt on, because he likes to keep things casual, so as not to rouse suspicion. Affiliation: Pearls of Winter Brocade: Wintersweet Pavilion Naoto has no brocade, for the Wintersweet are those of secrecy and mystery. Weapon(s): Naoto keeps small throwing knives in whatever costume he wears, sometimes also carries shurrikens, for those most dire of times. He doesn?t like to carry more than what?s needed, so he enjoys the pockets that every costume seems to have, filling them with that which is necessary for the mission. Naoto has only been on one mission, so he?s not up to par with all the gadgets he deals with. Circumstances: Naoto was raised in the Pearls, for his mother was also a member of the Wintersweet Pavilion. Everytime she went out, Naoto would not do anything, sitting in a state of worry for her. After he turned eight, he began to worry less as his training increased. On the night of his twelfth birthday, he received word of his mother?s death on a mission. Naoto fell into a state of close mindedness and hasn?t spoken with anyone that?s not close to him since. Introduction: Hirada Naoto sat solitary on his bed. His mouth was one of someone that was pouting, and his arms were crossed at his breast. He was also shaking his head, making the woman crouching in front of him throw her hands up. ?What is your problem Naoto? Why won?t you eat, or move at least?? ?Not until Momma comes home.? Naoto said, recrossing his arms, as if to make a point. ?Your mother wouldn?t be happy to hear that you won?t eat. I beg you to at least drink a little bit of tea.? The woman said, offering the cup to him. Naoto leaned over as if to take the cup, and batted it away from the woman?s hand, scowling. ?I told you, not until I know that Momma is safe.? ?You?re hopeless, and I?m going to tell your mother.? The woman said, getting up. She seemed very flustered, her checks with a slight tint of red showing. She quickly left the room, leaving the young boy to spread himself out on the bed. A single tear fell off his cheek, and the boy then put his face in the pillow. Fast-forwarding two years gives you an eight year old. He sits in the same spot, but not for the same reason. Standing over him is the same woman, but instead of a look of exasperation, it?s now one of anger. ?I told you, in order to leave; you had to perform the throw correctly. So, you toss me HARD on my back, and run off. That doesn?t fly with me.? Naoto cringed as the woman took her wooden reed to his back. The woman then looked at Naoto and started to walk again, speaking over her shoulder, ?I?ll be informing your mother.? Naoto cringed again, and laid himself on the bed, once again allowing a single tear to fall down his cheek. A dark shadow fell across the wall, and revealed itself to be a member of the Chrysanthemum, with herbs for Naoto?s back. ?You know you need to just do what she says. You can?t run from your problems forever.? Hitting the fast-forward button once more shows us a boy of ten, standing proud in front of this once harsh woman. She bowed and said, ?You have finally mastered all that I can teach you. It is time for you to move on to your next teacher.? Naoto beamed, and glanced behind him. There sat his mother, in all her beauty, smiling. To him, it seemed like she couldn?t have been any more proud. He smiled at her, and accepted the small ribbon his master offered him. It was a sign that one had completed part of their training. Once someone had finished everything, they could combine the ribbons to make a design pattern. Naoto had only one at this point, but he treasured it as if it was his last one. Fast-forwarding for the last time, we see a boy of twelve seated at a table. Around him are a couple of other girls, and they all seem to be joking and laughing, enjoying themselves. A man in robes of green suddenly walked into the room, his breath gone. He walked over to Naoto and set a message down. Naoto stood up and walked into the other room to read the message. He hissed out breath, and rushed back into the other room. He dropped the scroll, and made a run for his room. One girl tried to follow him, but he had shut and locked the door, leaving her gaping. Naoto sobbed, and cried. His only parent, dead. How could he ever go on? His mother was his life. His goal in life was to please her and to follow in her footsteps. He sobbed and cried the rest of the night, the rest of the house giving him space, knowing well what happened. The next morning, a new and harder Naoto appeared from his room. Only that one girl that tried to follow him the previous got any more than a polite yes or no. The two of them sat in Naoto?s room and he cried on her shoulder, her listening to all his problems. The day unfolded, and Naoto made a promise. He would find his mother?s killer, and destroy them, even if it meant destroying himself.[/size][/color]

[B]Name[/B]: Cloud [B]Age[/B]: 20 [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Weapon[/B]: Two slightly enlarged Sais that he keeps in holsters on his back. [B]Abilites[/B]: [U][B]Up, Up, Away[/B][/U]: Cloud can toss one of the sais towards the enemy, then, using the distraction, he uses the other sai to lift the enemy up, killing it. Note: Cloud can only use this on the lighter enemies. [B][U]Repeat[/U][/B]: Cloud rushes towards the enemy, and stabs 'em with both of the sais, then slams them into the nearest solid object.

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Time seemed to be flying by Yukiko in a whirlwind as both Akio and Tetsuya came into town, plus the offer from Night Raider of his clan, and then the news that Tetsuya brought of Mochiko?s death, it just didn?t click with her. ?So, you killed her, why?? ?I have my reasons. You have no need to know or understand them.? Tetsuya said, cold faced. ?Where?d Naoto get to?? Akio asked, looking around. He suddenly pulled Yukiko to the side, and hoarsly whispered to Yukiko ?He?s calling the vampire. What are we gonna do? I would prefer to tell Tetsuya about the alliance, then have to explain the reason vampires showed up at the airport at the same time he did.? Yukiko walked over to Naoto and held up two fingers. The two of them had made a code when they were on the phone. Two fingers meant they had been the ones to call, and one meant that they had picked up the phone. Naoto held up one finger, and Yukiko let out a small sigh. She walked back over to Akio and told him ?It?s OK he was called.? ?That?s not the problem at?? Akio started, until he was interrupted. ?Not to be rude, but do you three have a ride for us?? Peter said, flicking his ashes on the ground. ?Shut up.? growled Yukiko, instantly regretting it. ?So, you think you can just treat me like yesterday?s trash now?? he asked, dropping his cigarette. ?No, I?m sorry, but now is not the time to be making demands or asking questions.? Yukiko said, looking at Tetsuya. ?You never said you were bring guests, Tetsuya.? ?I told Naoto. You really haven?t lightened up much, have you Yukiko?? Tetsuya said, looking her in the eyes. ?I?m sure you know what happened. I don?t have time to idly chit chat right now. You four can take a seat in the waiting area, or just stand there, but give us a minute.? Yukiko said, walking back over to Naoto. She motioned for Akio to follow, and the three began to talk. ?What did you tell them?? Yukiko demanded. ?That Tetsuya killed Mochiko. They?re coming.? Naoto said, closing his cell phone. ?YOU IDIOT!? Yukiko said, restraining her hand from slapping his face. ?Now what the hell are we going to tell Tetsuya when the come looking for a fight?? ?Hopefully, they?ll have a clearer head than your Yukiko.? Akio said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Yukiko shot a glance at the entrance, and sure enough, there was Dusk, standing there with a good crowd of seven to eight other vampires. Yukiko cursed and motioned for the group of four to follow them. ?Might as well get this over with.? Yukiko suddenly pulled out her 1873 Classic, and aimed it towards the ceiling, but Akio grabbed it from her and stuck in his pocket. ?Now who?s the idiot? You want whatever scum might be here to know that we?re here. Get a hold of yourself Yukiko.? Dusk and his group spotted Yukiko and began to walk over to the group. Yukiko rolled her eyes, sighed, and hoped that things wouldn?t turn into a full scale war. ?Naoto which one?s Tetsuya?? Dusk asked, pointing to the group. ?Is it not obvious?? Peter asked, flicking off the ash from another cigarette. ?I am Tetsuya, since you seem to be that dumb.? Tetsuya said, standing up. ?I?m assuming you?re a vampire.? Yukiko looked dumb struck. How could he know? She leaned over to Akio and whispered ?How the hell did he find out?? ?I don?t..? Akio started. ?I can read lips. Stop talking about us.? Aly said, standing up. ?Dusk.? One of the vampires said. ?So, you want to destroy Kuroichi as well?? Tetsuya asked Dusk, ignoring the voice calling. ?Yes, he?s gotten too powerful for his own good, and he?s also gotten too cocky.? Dusk said, turning to the voice. ?What?? ?Phone.? It replied, pointing to his belt. Dusk picked it up and walked away from the group, his voice seeming a bit troubled. Aneko stood next to Aly and said ?Shouldn?t we get our baggage and head out?? ?Of course. We have things to take care of first.? Yukiko snapped back, becoming annoyed with the two. ?Jeez, sorry I asked.? Aneko said, sitting back down. ?Naoto can we continue this back at base or something? People are starting to get suspicious.? Yukiko said, turning towards the entrance. ?Yes, Dusk, can you meet us at the Hearts Covenant again in like an hour?? Naoto asked, ushering his group towards the entrance. ?Yes. I will meet you there.? Dusk said, pointing his posse in the same direction. Yukiko walked quickly forward and got the car, brining it around the front. She parked, loaded everyone and everything in, and zoomed off for headquarters, her anger and worry starting to rise. When they arrived, everyone grabbed their stuff and first stopped on the fourth floor to find the rooms the had, and to freshen up. Afterwards, the new four rode the elevator upwards, looks of concern and boredom playing across their contingences. Yukiko and Akio sat on the couch, talking, and when the four entered, Yukiko steered them towards Naoto office, where he sat handling something. As they filed in, he stashed it in a drawer, and addressed them. ?Before we go, there has to be some rules set. One, no one talk out of turn, or about anything other than the topic at hand. I don?t want anyone getting friendly because things change, and I don?t want anyone faltering because of friendship. Two, no one will carry anything visible weapon wise. If you can hide your weapons, fine and dandy, otherwise, leave them here. Lastly, I only want Akio, Yukiko, Tetsuya, and myself to go in. I want you other three to stand guard.? He said, standing up. ?That?s a lot of rules for a meeting of allies.? Peter said, lighting up a cigarette. ?Stop. No smoking here. Besides, I said things change, didn?t I?? Naoto said, controlling his anger. ?Let?s go. We don?t want to be late.? Akio said, motioning everyone towards the door. The seven people left the building, unaware that there was a lonely vampire watching them from an adjacent building. He chuckled to himself, and muttered ?Kuroichi might want information like this.?[/size][/color]