Dark maka: .... oh... I wish I had fans....me: I wish I had the power to protect loved ones without risking their death. Dubstep grass does have a downside in protecting people..Beta: *nods and opens the door. Inside the room is what looks like a month-old fetus* here is the biggest achievement of this facility. A psychic clone who has transcended mortality. The only way it can talk is through that fetus clone of its original body.
Dark maka: dude, we attacked his people. And I've been to the death note universe enough times to have a reasonable distrust towards notebooks...Me: good point....beta: very.
Dark maka: .....Me: yeah, but in the long run, being powerful isn't that important...*she ends up in a dark hallway. On the otherend is a large door* beta: behind that door is what will most likely be the next step in evolution... ((I am not dead))
Dark maka: heh. I can't take them seriously....Me: oh...beta: I could take you to the secret area kishin never lets me tell people about.... just don't tell kishin.
Dark maka: *gestures to the marshmallow people being held back by two other dark makas* not quite.me: heh. Not a moment of boredom... *runs into the training room. Ready for anything*beta: yeah, it means less assholes....
Dark maka: ...... though it's a little late to say this, don't touch the blade...me: ....what to do.....beta: but then there would be no need for heroes..... I think there should be at least one asshole per 500 people...
Dark maka: whoa. *she staggers* not too much...me: *waves back*beta: oh yeah... I kinda wish the same thing. That way, the multiverse would be a much nicer place...