BlackCat

The White Walls of a White Room

Arc groggily opened her eyes. She sat up slowly, looking around at the environment that surrounded her. It was a pure white room. Nothing more, just a piercing white. No visible windows, or doors. Her head was pounding, a dull aching throb. Arc lifted her hand to her head. She didn't like the headache, or the absence of memories. Arc tried to stand up only to find a cat on her lap. A memory floated to the from of her brain. A memory of getting a fluffy white cat, naming it too. She had named it Core. She didn't remember why she had named the cat that but, the name was there, steady and reassuring. Arc pet Core and she opened her eyes. She stretched out a bit and stood up, walking and then climbing till she stood on Arc's shoulder. Arc stood up and took a second look around the room. There were other people in the room. And there was a PA system in the corner f the room. THE room itself was large, square shaped, void of anything else, no dirt, dust or color. Nothing. Arc sighed, hoping the other people would soon wake up.

The Bawdy Dog

For Milo there is probably some left in the bottle, probably around half

The White Walls of a White Room

yeah

The White Walls of a White Room

Bump

Thornwood Institute for the Mentally Insane.

"Zuzu isn't short for anything. It's just my name," Zuzu said, eating her candy before looking at the gum.
"I would like some gum," Zuzu told James, wondering what flavor the gum was. James was a nice guy. Not too mean. He did offer Zuzu gum. Which was slightly more fun than normal candy. You could chew it longer, and blow bubbles with it. Gum was fun. But it could lose it's flavor, and Zuzu didn't like that. Candy that didn't lose flavor was the best.

Zuzu laid down and stretched out, resembling a cat. She rolled around a bit, chewing her candy and finishing it. She rolled a bit more and stretched out. She was relaxed, somewhat bored, but relaxed. Floors were nice. And sometimes they were comfy. It would only be better if there was a cat. Or two. Man, Zuzu wished she had a cat. Cats were nice. And fluffy. And warm. She liked them. Cats. Zuzu sighed in content thinking about cats.

Thornwood Institute for the Mentally Insane.

"Her name is Mira. She's homemade and keeps me from getting too bored," Zuzu told James. White was a nice color. But Zuzu liked white better when it ed surrounded by other colors and patterns. It made the entire thing more fun and exciting. But white was a cool favorite color.
Zuzu pulled her knees closer to her chest, rocking back and forth slightly. She resumed her quiet humming, waiting for James to keep the conversation lovely. Zuzu wasn't very good wIth conversation. In fact to many people made Zuzu stressed and uncomfortable. So conversations were hard.

The Bawdy Dog

Protector took the portion from Pallas. He fed the potion to Milo. She coughed a bit but then color returned to her face. She reached down and pulled the knife out of her chest. The wound began to regrow itself. Stiching the wound cooked.
Milo stood you and dismissed Protector, the demon shimmering before vanishing. The potion had healed Milo. She was in the perfect fighting condition. And there ears Slayers to kill.

Thornwood Institute for the Mentally Insane.

"My favorite color is orange. But not a super bright orange. I also like other pastel colors. What about you?" Zuzu asked. So, he was Patrick's replacement.
"Oh, I almost forgot. What's your name? I forgot," Zuzu asked. She had almost forgotten. Names were hard to remember. Faces, not so much, but names were hard. It was like trying to remember what you ordered last time at a restaurant. Until it became a pattern you weren't likely to remember it.
Zuzu absentmindedly played with her doll, making her dance in odd patterns and ways. Making her body twist in ways that people didn't. Dolls were entertaining, fun, they distracted Zuzu from everything around her. So if she was just hanging around or talking to doctors, she was most likely playing with it, not really paying the doll much attention, but moving it around.

The White Walls of a White Room

Bump

The Bawdy Dog

Milo coughed, expelling blood. She was badly wounded. She woukd die of blood loss. Then something dawned on Milo. The Salvagers were said to have an all-powerful healing elixir. And there was blood. Milo gathered some courage and dipped her hand into her blood and began to draw.
"Demon Summoning," Milo coughed again. She could barely talk. The blood was slowing for some vocal communication.
"Come to me, Protector," Milo said, summoning her most trusted demon, Protector. A demon who would insure his master's safety. He tuned to Milo and then back to the Salvager. If the Salvager tried to hurt Milo, Protector would try to kill it.