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Hey folks the fic is rounding down to the final chapters, first i'm going to try and make Rubedo's and MOMO's part fit into the next two (of course long) chapters. It might be three though, i'm not sure. I'm trying to hurry this up for ya'll. Then it'll be back to the present with the Serenity Triplets.
Chapter 36: Part 12: U-DO Retro Virus
"What are you thinking?" the young mand asked allowed to the sleeping figure. The terminal in front of him blinked in and out as something disturbed the flow of power. He guessed it was from their patient sending nonconsiouse waves of excess energy through the cords connected to his body that monitered his current condition. The screen blinked in and out, sometimes images trailing across in a statiky haze.
A small alarm raised as the figure in the tank started up another nightmare. The assitant cried out in alarm as the terminal sparked heavily, the entire medical facility went ablaze as uncontroled energy raised through the electric lines.
"Shut down power, cut off all lines to the outside labs!" he yelled just before the computers went completely haywire. Instantly the lab was plunged into complete darkness. The emergency power lit up the blue lights lining the walls enough for you too see. The assistant coutiously approached the panel, almost jumping out of his shoes when it sparked, but that was only for an instant. This had been happening all through out the time his patient had been there. He just wouldn't settle down, and the sedation drugs he'd given up on using just wouldn't work. When he'd been found, he'd been suffering greatly from an unknown poison or perhaps sickness. They didn't know what to qualify it as. But the boy had been in great agony, almost on the verge of--something.
Even though the adolescent was human in appearance, recent study of the blood samples they'd extracted of him showed otherwise, and it had taken a lot of risk involved since they didn't know how to treat this amazing being. Kevin Winnicot watched as the images of the wild energy sharpened enough to be distinct.
chaos jerked awake, feeling like he was floating in air. When he glanced around but his vision was blurred by the water like substance that held him. Cords and tubes had been taped to his skin, and plunged deep into the center, just beside the bone was the never healed wound where Keteya had stabbed him. This time however, it felt different. For the past years it had always been throbbing, turning his body cold and mind distoriented. Now however, he felt as if the poison was not there at all, like it was nonexistent.
The phoenix blinked, using his more natural abilities to sharpen his vision to that of under water. He was in a cylinder of thick glass in the far left corner of what appeared to be a private medical facility. The only other living being was that of a maintanence realian repairing the wires under a terminal not far away. chaos didn't know what to do, there were a lot of double agents out there, and Fallen. Whath ad happened to him? The last he remembered was yelling at Nyima's children to get away from him and then--nothing. His mind was a total blank.
The realian stood up and stretched, in doing so saw that chaos was awake. He reached out and pressed a button on the terminal and spoke words that were mute to chaos. Then the realian left, the door hissing shut behind him. That left chaos alone, feeling vulnerable in his weak state. chaos felt hallow down to the bone as if his life energy had been zapped.
No, chaos shook his head, it wasn't that. He felt drained because he no longer had the poison running through his system, and for the past many years it had been like a steroid. An constant adrenaline rush you might say. This was going to get used to. Had these humans actually found a cure for this sickness?
Suddenly the door hissed open and a tall young man with short but stylishly messy blue black hair. His eyes were bright blue, and his face was gentle. Kevin walked up to the terminal and pressed a few buttons and status screens popped into view. He activated something, "Good afternoon, I'm Kevin. You are in the manufacturing facility of Joachim Mizrahi, the Proto Murkabah. We found you before the authorities did, the gnosis found in the area were taken care of. How do you feel?"
chaos coughed, the small microphone hooked to his air mask taking in his voice, "Tired." and that was the flat out truth. From bone to heart to mind, he was exhausted. He wasn't sure if he could take it anymore.
Kevin's eyes narrowed a little, "I'd imagine. How long have you been fighting that--substance in your body?"
chaos opened his eyes again, "Do you really want to know?"
"Do I want to know?" Kevin answered in a different tone.
The silver haired youth shrugged, "Over twenty years."
This was not the answer Kevin was expecting, "W-what? You can't be serious! You don't look a day over seventeen."
choas wasn't surprised at his reaction, "Must be good living." lame lie, but that was all he could think of at the moment. He suddenly felt crowded in the glass cylinder. Being a--well a kind of bird on the inside he didn't like being held inside small spaces when he was depressed. Kevin arched a thin brow before glancing back at the screen.
"Your vitals are calmed down a lot from a few days ago. But I still think you should rest...what's your name?"
The silver haired male looked directly at him, "Is a name really that important?"
"If you don't want me naming you like a little homeless puppy off the street yes."
He chuckled stiffly, "True, they call me chaos."
"chaos, eh? That's an interesting name." Kevin said, "You're fidgeting. Do you find the cylinder uncomfortable? Understandable." the empathetic man pressed a few buttons. A depressurizing sound reached chaos' ears, then panels under his feet opened and the liquad began to drain. As soon as his bare toes touched the hard metal bottom, chaos tilted his head back so it would be completely exposed to air and removed the bothersome mask. The liquid ran in rivers down his creamy brown skin and dripped from his shorts. His hair became matted against his scalp and cheeks. When it was completely drained, there was another burst of depressurization and the glass slid out of its locks and started going up.
Kevin rounded the terminal and stepped next to the cylinder as it lowered itself to floor level. He told chaos to wait until he removed all of the cords connected to the others body, "Honestly, I don't know why I put these on you. You heal extraordinarily fast, the only problem you seem to have is that posion. I'm sorry but we were only able to find a way to nullify it. But we're currently working on a permanent cure--if there is one."
'Nullify it...' that wasn't too happy a thought. But right now he was greatful for once to have a clear head and contained body. He felt like the leach had been burned from his skin, or atleast ripped off before it could completely feed. Kevin pulled the long needle from chaos' shoulder and set it down. He then handed him a thick, white towel to dry himself.
chaos was led to a small but cozy room with a cot like bed, a desk, and a small seperate bathroom. Kevin set a small case on the desk while his new friend slipped into a white patience's uniform. It might've reminded you of male's uniform in Japan during school.
"You'll need to take a shot of this concoction we call Telaho every 24 hours. Inject it right where your scar opens. There you'll get the best results." he explained.
"Are there any side effects?"
"You'll want to sleep."
"That's it?"
Kevin shrugged and laughed nervously, "This is a new drug we've just created. You're our first patient dealing with this sort of phenomenah. The rest you'll just have to experience I'm afraid."
"How comforting." chaos sat with a tired thud onto the mattress, he sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
The other man turned to face the exhausted being, "If you don't mind my asking, just what are you? I know I sound rude but--I'm just curious." he leaned his back against the wall and crossed his arms. chaos opened his eyes and stared out the single window. Endless stars twinkled back at him, seeming so innocent, yet so dangoures in reality.
"I-don't think I'm allowed to tell you that." came his slow answer after a minute or so.
Kevin cocked a brow, "Alright, I'll respect that. But what about that sickness or yours? Did something stab you with a poisonous claw or something? A gnosis maybe?" chaos twitched his head as memories came flooding back from four thousand years ago. Painful memories, of when Keteya had betrayed them--betrayed him! Kevin watched as chaos pressed his face with one hand. He wondered what had happened to this young man, must've been a lot.
chaos sat up straight taking in a breath to steady himself, "I'd rather not talk about it."
"That's ok, I understand." Kevin shrugged and pointed at something on the table, "You can reach me with this. I'll leave you to yourself. Later tonight I'll stop by to check on you if you havn't already called me." he started for the door.
"Where are you going?" chaos tried to hide the anxiousness in his voice. Really he didn't want to be alone, he'd been working alone for so long it was becoming painful. Just the presence of someone else helped calm him.
"To the engineering deck. I've got a project I've been developing." he turned, "Why?"
chaos shook his head, "That's fine. I'll try to get some sleep then."
It wasn't as easy as it sounded to get some sleep. Each time chaos closed his eyes painful memories of the first battle he'd faught in this universe kept replaying in his mind. The...nightmares woke him constantly if he even managed to doze off. For what seemed to be the thousandth time, the humindoid glanced at the small digital clock against the far wall. Time seemed to move slower than he payed heed to. Time was a matter that the Phoenix race did not watch or care unless need be. But now...
chaos wondered how the human's and aeons always thought time mattered so much. Other than the fact that they weren't immortal, they were always in a hurry to get to this place or to do that thing. No wonder they didn't live so long even with their technology, it was all the stress among other things.
He must've finaly fell asleep, cause the next thing he new, the door was ringing. Signaling a person wanting to enter. Sitting up, chaos rubbed the sleep from his eyes before mumbling "Come in."
It was Kevin, "You're still trying to rest eh?"
"Oh," he glanced at the rumpled covers he hadn't bothered to get under, "I guess rest is not something I require at the moment." chaos' eyes strayed to the box containing the Teelaho, "Is it time for that nullifier?"
"No, not until tomorrow morning. Come on, I'm sure you're tired of staying in one spot all the time. I know I would be." Kevin gestured and chaos followed.
The mess halls of Proto Merkabah were good sized compared to others, but due to the size of the still incomplete manufacturing facility there had to be more than one. chaos glanced at his empty plate, he'd been famished. Having been force fed in the rejuvinating cylinder only liquid foods, who wouldn't be?
"So, chaos. If I might ask, how did you aquire the energy build up your body contains?"
"Hm?" chaos snapped his gaze from the window, "Oh, that's--the energy build up? That's just apart of what I am." was his simple answer.
Kevin took a sip from his cup, "How did you transfer images in your sleep then? There's no Ether setting in your blood stream, or any nano bots."chaos tried to hide his puzzlement. He'd done that? Just how uncontrol had he'd become? Perhaps it was time to start setting up wards on himself to keep him from going haywire in his sleep, this Telaho would help.
"What images did I conjure up if I might ask? Like, describe what I released."
Kevin dug into his bag next to him and slid a datapad across the table. chaos opened the file the other pointed to. A loading bar popped up and grew steadily longer until reaching 100. Then the file opened then pulled up another box near the bottom of the screen reading: Play? Click.
A very staticy image of a hord of giant birds flashed across the screen. Next came the image of Nephilim, Wilhelm, Nyima, Crescent, the images began to run faster as the friends battled the Fallen to the death. Without warning the person he'd hoped to never see again faded closer as if the static was fog. She landed gracefully on the Original, as glorious and as beautiful as she was before--chaos quickly flipped the pad over and slammed it against the table causing Kevin to jump.
"You know her well?" the engineer probed gently.
"All of them. But her--I just want her back...and yet I don't want her back. But doesn't everyone experience that when one doesn't know if they've been betrayed by free will or not." chaos looked out back into the window at the glittering stars.
"Want her back yet don't want her back..." Kevin repeated, "If you had a second chance, would you accept that?"
"Maybe, it doesn't matter now. She's gone. The dead cannot come back to give their loved ones a second chance to know."
"To know what?"
"What would you like to know if a close one passed away?" chaos tried to dodge the question.
Kevin thought a moment, "If there really is an afterlife. But this is what makes me not afraid of death: Why be alive when there's nothing after? There would be no point in living at all. I always ask myself that when I'm contemplating death." Kevin smiled and pulled the pad out from under chaos' fingers, taking a moment to look once more at Keteya before closing the window. chaos half smiled, but even with those words of wisdom death still frightened him.
"So what exactly is Proto Merkabah for?"
"This facility? I can't tell you what it's exactly for but it's meant for research. Massive amounts of data is collected and brought here for analysis." Kevin explained. chaos narrowed his eyes the slightest bit, sensing there was more than just that going on.
"Please enter lock down code." a robotic female voice stated. Dr. Yuriev punched the numbers on his keyboard.
9-74-026-827-06
Password:
Yuriev pushed his glasses back up his nose ridge as the lights began to dim. The many containers in the next room began sliding closed, then locked into place.
"Clone Lock Down complete. Beginning count: 556...present. 557...present..." the computer continued to check all of the sleeping compartments for the URTV's. This group would rest until the other batch would return from patrol.
"Goodnight, I expect you all not to try and escape." Yuriev said into the microphone. He said that for more a specific group of clones than the entire group. There was a sound of depresurization as a small puff of sleeping gas was released in the leaning boxes. The computer continued its dialysis of each of the URTV's physical and mental health. Even though they were all clones of himself, Yuriev found that that particular group had more of a mind of their own than the other URTV's did despite the mental link. The computer showed all of the clone's status to the doctor who inspected them closely. Nothing seemed to be wrong. He'd been hired to eradicating U-DO for quite some time on Miltia. Most of the civilians that had been passed off as not infected had been sent offworld until the situation was resolved.
The next day the cases opened automatically three hours early as an alarm alerted the computer of an emergency.
"U-DO contamination detected, reinforcements are required to assist the current patrol members." a robotic female voice sounded. Alarms howled, red lights flashed annoyingly. A small electric shock was sent through each URTV to wake them up.
The URTV residing in the center circle opened his bright blue eyes; perception blurred for a few seconds before he clawed hurriedly to the surface of conciousness. Instantly the URTV known only as 666 leapt out of his bed chamber and ran for the door which opened automatically. Following closely was the other two that were different just like him. They, unlike the URTV that took after Yuriev's blonde hair and deep blue eyes had somehow changed in their cloning. Yuriev was unsure how because his inspection showed no defaults in the exact genes he'd given.
666 had ruby red hair cut close to his neck, and eyes that matched the sky. His attitude was that of a leader, but was at the same time ill tempered at times.
669 was a bluish black haired clone with similar eyes to the red head's, he was a more calm and collective type.
And then there was 667, he had strange amythest purple eyes and marble white hair. He acted kind of crazy at times but he was nice, almost funny.
Each of the URTV's sprinted down the hall, snatching up a machine gun from the rack on the wall. Once they'd all assembled in the next room, they began cocking and loading their ammo. 666 cocked and checked the scope. There was a sudden sound of depresurrization as the door slid open. There a hovercraft was waiting. 666 ushered everyone of the clones inside first before jumping in himself. The hovercraft was designed so that they could jump in and out easy, so therefore it had no doors. The wind snapped 666's short strands of hair back in constant violent waves. He watched the ground carefully as they passed over the ruins of the Miltian city. Civilians ran in panic, wanting to leave but unable to for U-DO was now coursing through their minds. The craft began to lower its altitude as it reached their destination.
"Go! Go! Go!" 666 shouted, leaping out of the hovercraft before it'd touched down. The Other URTV's bodies began to glow as their life energy began to react to the strong mark of U-DO began to stir. The ground rippled with dark purple energy and streaks of stretched faces flared up to meet the URTV's. A civilian was suddenly struck with one of the streaks. Instantly the human was hit by a barrage of bullets; the corpse fell to the ground steaming with bullet holes. The glow from the clones spread as they fanned out, U-DO retreating as they advanced.
The ground vibrated through the soles of their steel toed boots as the strange consciousness retaleated against the seemingly little boys. 666 lowered his gun, lifting his hand in a graceful gesture as red energies gathered around him. He thrust his arm forword and the energy spiraled around the designater and smashed into the essence. In almost perfect syncronization the other URTV gathered their phsycic energy sent it at U-DO. The two counters smashed into eachother and swirled around eachother into a deadly vortext.
667 dove and rolled to his feet to avoid the shockwave and turned to his partner, "568, U-TIC soldiers are comming around the corner!" the two lifted their guns and began unloading shell after shell of bullets as the soldiers rounded the corner to try and stop the little clones. Instantly the first wave was wasted by the white and blonde haired URTV.
669 came up beside their leader, "The U-TIC are trying to resist. I can sense they are calling in more numbers to overwhelm us."
"They can try all they want. Come on, gather everyone up again so we can continue this job and find the other of us." 666 replied. The URTV's continued to hunt down the infected civilians until the could sense them no more. At the moment they would remain until the area was cleared of U-DO and U-TIC soldiers. 666 sighed heavily and leaned against a giant slab of cement unearthed by the crashing of a ship. He examined his machine gun to make sure it wasn't glitching in anyway.
"I just recieved a message from Yuriev. He says that we will remain until." the red head said without looking at 667 and 669.
"This'll be fun. It beats remaining in those sleeping compartments any day." 667 grinned.
"Yes but that also means we have to kill people that don't even know what is happening. Don't you find that kind of wrong?" 669 stepped forword.
667 shrugged, "What does it matter?"
"It matters because they're suddenly taken away without knowing why."
"Doesn't that always happen even without the help of U-?" the last of his sentance was drowned out when 666 fired his machine gun at a stray U-TIC soldier. The red head turned to them, "Come on." he walked away from the slab of cement out into the street. Smoke rose like the earth was puffing a ciggerette in some places, everything was a mess. In the distance they could hear the other URTV's rid the land of U-TIC. A flash of light now and then signified the demolition of the conciousness invading Miltia. The trio continued shooting down soldiers as they went, not really caring where exactly they were going. Every few minutes 666 would recieve telepathic messages from the others stating their findings and situations. A few of the clones had been injured, but it was nothing more than a flesh wound.
"Let's see if we can find what's beyond the outer edge of the city." 667 suggested with a tone of excitement.
"Not until most of U-DO is gone from this area and the other URTV don't need us." 666 replied, although inside he was just as excited to explore the world he only knew as a battle field. Surely it had been more than that, perhaps even beautiful at once. Perhaps it still was in some places. A half a day passed before the URTV confirmed the area mostly clear of U-DO. Yuriev told them to remain until they could find the source of where the evil essence was coming from. What more perfect condition than that?
The three unique clones went covert and snuck down one alley way, 669 covering the other two's backs. 666 saw where the buildings parted ahead to reveal the green landscape he'd seen before. That's what he'd wanted to see for so long. The city parks just weren't quit there. He suddenly watched as the glowing ember of a ship approached the wooded hills then vanish beyond the rise. Well, that could be an excuse just in case Yuriev called them.
Eventually their scenery turned from ruined city to rural living quarters. Or, atleast as rural as you could get in this day in age. Which was pretty down there. Small creatures scampered away at the presence of the strange invaders. The trio sprinted through the slums until the city abruptly ended and they entered a beautiful forest. Appalled, the URTV's stopped in their tracks, almost knocking eachother over at the same time. They stood there admiring the wonder Militia had to offer them.
667 was the first to walk forward, "Wow...this is amazing! Come on you guys!"
"Wait!" 666 nabbed the back of the white haired boy's shirt collar, "I saw a ship fly up there. We're going to have to search for that so we have an excuse. Otherwise Yuriev might go over the line a little more than last time."
"That's true. Alright then, lead the way." 669 gestured with his machine gun. The red head walked ahead. He wished he had ten more pairs of eyes, there was just so much to see with so little time. They began running, their grace making them seem like they were gliding over the loamy ground. Even the smells were different here, it was more fresh and crisp, cleaner. They ran unfalteringly for what seemed like an hour, stopping a few times to examin something more interesting than the rest. The slope began to grow less steep, signaling that the hill's cres was near. Suddenly 667 dragged the other two down flat when they were about to enter a clearing. A few seconds later the ship 666 had seen earlier flew overhead, causing the trees to sway from its breeze.
"Doesn't have any signature on it. Could it be a civilian ship?"
669 watched it pass, "No it did have a signiture on it: The Mizrahi Labs."
"It's that giant ship Proto Merkabah that's under contruction out there. It's going to be moved as soon as the propulsion systems are online." 666 replied, "But what would it be doing down here? U-DO will spread if it infects them."
667 shrugged, "How should I know? Come on we're not going to find out just by sitting here."
"667! Wait! Hey!" the red and black head bounded after the other URTV trying to catch up. Cause once he set his mind on something, then it was very hard to stop him. The trio of youngsters sprinted across the clearing, eager to see what lay hidden behind the treeline. The leaves and branches parted to reveal a voctorian house that had been commonly used on earth before the great run for survival. This was an amazing find for the URTV's, it was extremly rare for a house of this sorts to be found anymore.
"This is amazing." 666 exclaimed as he took a step ahead of the others.
"You think this is where that Mizrahi ship landed?" 669 asked aloud.
667 smirked, "Who cares? Let's go see what's inside!"
"Wha-? Hey wait we can't just go in there! That's somebodies house 667!" the red head dashed after his friend. 667 leaped lightly onto the genuine wooden patio and approached the door, of course the knob wasn't only locked it had a security pad. So the house wasn't entirely not up to date. 669 shoved him aside and pulled out a device. He began pressing several buttons at once, the signal of the device reading the lock and probing for the correct combination.
After a few minutes of constant failure there was a click, beep and release of air pressure, "Got it." the black haired boy confirmed.
"I'll go first." 666 said.
667 pouted, "But I wanted to go in first!" he complained.
"Be quiet or you don't go in at all." 666 turned the knob carefully, pushing the door open coutiasly. Inside was like walking into a museum or something. The rooms were neatly made, the hardwood floors spotless and shinning. Imediately to their right was a giant polished grand piano which at first sight they didn't recognize, having only heard of them once. 667 stepped beside it and curiously pushed one of the keys. 666 had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing when the albino haired kid jumped at the high note.
"It is pretty." 669 commented.
"Yes it is." 666 replied.
"Why are there so many buttons though?" 667 reached to push more but stopped at their leader's look.
"Most likely they are of other pitches to create the music it is capable of." 666 turned to explore more of the house. He noticed carpeted stairs, half way up them was a discarded doll. He blinked; 666 climbed the stairs until he could reach and pick up the (to him) strange object.
"We will be back my dear, you just go and take a refreshing nap." the young women told her daughter.
"Yes mother, it sounds like a wonderful idea." she tried to smile but the emotion just wouldn't come. Her mother saw her struggling and bent to kiss her forhead. It was hard to watch her daughter struggle so hard to please them.
The little brunette watched through the window until the ship was out of sight before turning to go upstairs. How silent the house always was to her. The lack of laughter, the lack of joy. Only a sweet sadness that lingered in each room. No one knew how she'd became this way. She just.....was this way from the moment of birth. The girl opened the door to her room; it was nicely decorated, a simple bed against the wall near the door. Across was her dresser, in between was a toy box and a giant white bunny. It just wasn't fair that it happened to her.
Her father had said she would recieve something special soon. A sister of sorts, one who could show her the ways. She sat down fingering the lace of her white dress. The idea had seemed good at first, now she wasn't so sure.
"Do not dwell on such petty things. It is not your business until it is here." she scolded herself. Forcing herself to yawn, the pale skinned girl bent and laid her head against the down feathered pillow. Sleep taunted her. Licking the edges of her mind but not engulfing it.
Was her parents home? She could have sworn she heard the lock....
Well, she'd keep trying to sleep.
.....footsteps....
They seemed too light to be her parents. Plus after another few seconds she heard a third set. She was drowzy, perhaps it was just one of her father's assistants with him. Once in awhile he'd bring them here.
Creak.....
Something inside her chest jumped, giving her a strange feeling that startled her into sitting bolt up right. This feeling of fear showed her three twelve year olds, complete strangers standing in her room. She stared at them wide eyed while they stared back. The adrenaline pumped through her veins till she couldn't bare it anymore and screamed a very high pitch.
Chain reaction happened then.
First 666 screamed in surprised then 669 then 667. It was just a screaming fest.
The girl fell off of her bed, frantically scrambling into the corner trying to hide. 666 gained his composure back breathing deeply.
"It's ok! We won't hurt you! Hey! It's ok!" the red headed URTV approached the girl, suddenly he heard a few sniffles, she was crying, "Hey, uuuhhh we didn't mean to barge in on you. We thought the house was empty."
She looked up at him, eyeing his automatic held loosely in his right hand. 666 looked down, "Oh," he tossed it away, his comrades doing the same, "Is that better?" still she didn't respond.
667 stepped up behind him, "You have a way with the girls 666."
"Be quiet."
"It's not that...."
The trio looked as she spoke for the first time, "My name is Sakura Mizrahi. What are your names?" Sakura still remained curled, clutching her chest as her heart began to slow. It felt so strange. Why was she feeling now of all times?
The red head rubbed the back of his neck in slight shame, "Uh, we are U-DO Retro Virus, abbreviated name URTV. I am 666, this is 667 and 669." he gestured. 669 nodding while the other waved vigorusly with a huge grin on his lips.
Maieve: Ok maybe it'll be three chapters. I am absolutely clueless on what else to put on the rest of this chapter. (cries) it's getting dificult! my brain is running out of idears near the end of my fic!!!!! (goes into a corner and cries some more)
Araneda: (whacks Maieve) Get a grip on yourself! So what if you can't find enough ideas to excecute this thing
Maieve: (tackles Aran) SHUT UP!! YOU'RE NOT HELPING!!!!
Nylil: --' ah running out of idea's ness, it hurts (flinches when an explosion happens in the backround) o.o brb leaves
CRASH!!!!! BANG!!!
Maieve: owie comes back rubbing her head Nylil that hurt!
Araneda: ;;
Nylil: blows dust off her knumchucks now are you two willing to calm down?
Maieve: --' yes mother
Tala1: oO
Araneda: Tala what are you doing in this fic?
Tala1: shrugs i was reading it, why else?
Maieve: (shoves him off the stage) go back to your own fic!
Tala1: (clings to her) awww but i wanna stay!!
Maieve: (peels him off) out!
Tala1: ;; so mean! leaves
Nylil: (sighs) we got so off topic in this conversation --'
Albedo: (hugs her from behind) yes you did my lovely flower
Nylil: OOleaps straight up into the air in surprise lands off to the side) STOP DOING THAT!!!
Maieve: ok this is getting out of hand i shall end it here
R&R please!!!