[center][b][u]Ryuu[/u][/b][/center] The otaku meditated upon the things he learnt from his training the other day. [i]Breathe...[/i] He breathed. [i]Exhale...[/i] He heard someone call out to him, much to his surprise. He, however, continued to meditate for just a little longer. His consciousness was deep in thought, and far from reality. Thoughts flowed like running water in his head, unlike the times when he constantly jammed his own brain with stupid delusions. Then, he opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that there was a long-haired woman standing before him. She seemed a little younger than him, but then again, physical appearances did not guarantee the age of one who hails from Athalia. He learned that the unnecessarily hard way. "...?" He raised an eyebrow as he straightened his posture. "Well," he stated quietly, attempting to not scream at someone for once, "I'm just here for some practice... but a teacher would help me out, I guess." In fact, the last time he practiced, he blew himself into the skies. Now, he did not want to fly again, did he? Just before he could ask what the woman's name was, he heard someone call out his name. The sunglasses-wearing student gulped, wondering if he was hearing things. When he saw that it was Darwin, he sighed in relief. "S'up, Death?" Ryuu said with a calmed smile. "And some skittles [i]would[/i] be nice. I'm freaking tired after that stupid 'meeting' we had last night." The very thought of Maria Cross going "OH, HO HO HO HO HO" in a dark corner made his eyes twitch. Darwin, however, mentioned something Ryuu did not expect him to say. "A girl, you say? Huh! So even my best friend has defeated me... [i]oh man I suck...[/i]" His grin widening, Ryuu nudged Darwin, "Well, don't make the girl waiting! Lest you want her to get angry at you for every third word you speak in front of her, you might wanna not miss that date of yours." He turned back to the red-haired woman, a curious look entering his face. "And, uh... what's your name again?" --- [center][b][u]Apophis[/u][/b][/center] "[b]UUUUUUUNDER THE SEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNDER THE [I]G-DDAMN[/I] SEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! DARLIIIIIIING, IT'S BETTER; DOWN WHERE IT'S [I]WETTEEEEEEEEEEEEER...[/I] [U]IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!![/b][/u]" Apophis was literally getting insane over waiting on top of the ocean water. He himself knew that his time was running up, and that his aura was gradually beginning to leak out of him, but still, he could not leave until his plan was at least initiated, regardless of whether it worked or not. "[b]TAKE IT FROM MEEEEEEEEEE!! UP ON THE SHORE THEY WORK ALL F--KING LONG ALL DAY~~!!!! OUT IN THE SUN THEY OH MY GOD WHEN THE F--K ARE THEY GONNA- ARGHWEILGJKSDANGSADJKVHWAOFJASDVLSADJKV[/b]" Apophis got attacked by a school of flying fishes. --- [center][b][u]Margaret[/u][/b][/center] The girl found herself walking in the town. Red. And blue. The world was linear, yet it was so pretty. She could see a beautiful star with soft outlines floating above her head. She could see people moving, talking. Talking. She needed to learn how to talk. The language pack Nikola installed in her was incomplete, mainly due to the fact that she still could not speak. However, several words would be recognized thanks to the pack. She quietly wobbled over the town, her fragile legs carrying her body in a long time. Thankful as she was to Nikola, she wanted to stay with him. The world felt so wide... and there might have been colors that hated her. Hate. She did not like hate, yet the irony came into being when she realized that she herself, in the end, hated something. Human emotions were cruel, but their abilities to communicate was so wonderful and charming. Margaret spotted a red speck far away. It had a familiar shape to it. [i]Warm...[/i] The girl slowly approached the familiar red blip of red, which seemed to stop in front of some sort of building. A small building, to describe it in more detail. It looked like a house. House. She wanted to live together with people in a house. The memories of her living in a home were all but parts of a fleeting past. [i]Warmth...[/i] So, the girl walked closer and closer to the reddish color she recognized very well (Matt).