Okay, update time!

I know exactly what I should do... heh... hehehehehe...

Ganz: I see you're all motivated now...

Mwahahahaha... hmhmhmhmhm.

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Lloyd experimentally shifted and swung his arm around.

"Hey... you were right, it works!" he said.

"You definately healed fast." Colette said, entering the room. "I'm so happy, Lloyd." she grinned.

"Y-yeah..." Lloyd said quietly, bouncing on his heels to test his legs.

"Well, let's go." she said. "The professor and everyone pretty much have their own rooms, but I made Presea stay with me." The blonde noted, pausing for a moment,"...You coul stay with me too!" she said, her eyes bright with determination.

"Well I..."

"Come on, Lloyd!" she grabbed his hand, pulling him suddenly out the door and down a path.

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"Wow... nice place you got..." Lloyd said in awe, looking around at the incredibly clean room of hers. There were two perfectly made beds, wooden walls and floors with tiny squares of carpet over the floor in front of the beds.

"Wait... where would I even sleep?"

"Well... I thought you could have my bed!" She said cheerfully.

"No."

"B-but Lloyd! It's okay!"

"No, it's not."

"Yeah it is! See? I don't have a need for sleeping--"

"That doesn't matter, Colette. I'm NOT--"

"I'm leaving." a neutral sounding but loud voice piped up.

"What?" Lloyd looked over to Presea who was at the door, her hand on the handle. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Theatre Vancoor, like promised to Colette." she said, "I'm going because I'm done cleaning the room."

"W-wait..." Lloyd mumbled, "I have to go there to, I remember Zelos saying that-"

"Do as you wish."

"I will!" He said, mumbling 'why does she sound so much Kratos?!' Lloyd followed Presea out the door, and Colette chased after them for a moment.

"W...wait." she help up a hand.

"...Hm?" Lloyd turned around, already mostly down the path that lead to Olacian.

"Here! I thought you and Presea could share this!" she happily held out a box, perfectly decorated.

"Err... Thanks, Colette." Lloyd agreed, taking it a bit sheepishly.

"It's for lunch after you two do perfectly!!" she beamed.

"See you! Be safe while we're gone, okay?"

"I will!!" She yelled down the path after them, waving to them until she couldn't see them anymore.

Colette stood in the doorway for a moment, not noticing the tall, dark figure behind her.

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"Well, we're here," Lloyd said, taking in the view of the big building called 'thetre Vancoor"

"...It's not that big..." Presea pointed out.

"W-well, yeah but..."

"... Proceeding." Presea said calmly, stepping forward when Lloyd grabbed her wrist, spinning her around.

"..." she stared blankly.

"Wait... what if it's... somewhere like where Dad works?" he asked, panicked.

Presea felt herself grow a half-smile on her lips, "It's more difficult to wait around instead of finding out for ourselves." The girl broke free of his hold and grabbed his wrist in turn. "Now hold still." she ordered, "I could act like I'm older than you and do the talking but you DO look approximately seven years older than me. So be mature."

"N-no!"

"..." She practically dragged him in the doors, Lloyd was almost on the floor as he pulled against her inhuman strength. Presea dragged him until he was in front of the desk, sheilding his eyes and waiting for impact.

"We're here to enlist." Presea stated.

"And your friend?" Thanos pointed to Lloyd.

"Wh...what?" Llyod got up, brushing himself off sheepishly

"You. Here to sign up for theatre Vancoor?" He pointed to Lloyd.

"Well... yeah." Lloyd said.

"Alright... now who are you?"

"I'm Lloyd Irving and This is... um..."

"...Presea Combatir." she said.

"Alright... There's someone on the third floor already, so chick, you and the kid both go to the second floor."

"That was quick..." Lloyd blinked.

"We don't have time for those knight ceremony's around here." Thanos stated. "So get to it. You guys get Ceasar."

Lloyd took a breif look around, examining his surroundings. There was a person in a blue dress by a board on the wall. This other person in knights armor walking passed him, the person looked like a woman. Two other men sitting at a table in a far-off but well-lit corner of the room. One of the men slammed his fist down on the table multiple times in anger. He was muttering something about contacts.

"...Huh."

The two walked up the stairs, someone was exiting the room, it was a boy who looked older than Presea but younger than Lloyd. He Had brown hair and long sleeved green turtle-neck under a brown, short over coat thing that didn't cover anything passed his chest going down.

He had large brown boots, matching long shorts to go with the jacket, what looked like tights under them and a reddish-brownish belt over them.

"Heh heh..." Lloyd started to snicker. "Are those tights...?" he grinned, as the boy started to walk up the stairs after a brief moment of eye-contact/Glaring with Lloyd.

"You go where he just came out of..." Presea stated, pointing.

"Great! I'll just go in and..."

"It's open." Someone said before Lloyd even knocked.

Lloyd jumped a bit, but then re-collected himself. Lloyd started walking in. Presea watched him open the door and enter, closing it behind him.

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The second Lloyd had entered Ceasars room, Presea watched as a round man with slimmed, brown hair exited through the staircase leading outside behind her. He had tears welled up in his eyes, and a broken spirit. He slouched over as he walked, and Presea couldn't help but feel a bit sorry.

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"Woa, how did you know I was-"

"Sit."

"Okay..."

"you are an applicant... what is your name." he demanded.

"I'm Lloyd Irving." Lloyd said.

"Alright Lloyd... Why do you wish to join Theatre Vancoor?"

"Hm?" Lloyd froze. How was he supposed to explain 'Falling from the sky with foreign cash so he now has to make some of his own to fund the journey he'll have to go on to get his magical sword back'?!

"Well... I need to be in a guild for the time being." he said.

"An uncertain-sounding young man." Ceasar stated, "There's more to him under the surface that he does not wish to uncover." he said.

"huh...?" Lloyd blinked.

"...Next question." he said, "On a mission, your entire party lies dead, what... do you do?" he asked.

"...Destroy whoever responsable." Lloyd stated, standing up eagerly. "I won't stand for that... never..." he said.

"Interesting, he doesn't appear to have a concern for his own well-being... putting himself in the position for avenging the fallen." Ceasar said.

'that's starting to get annoying...' Lloyd muttered.

"Now... the last question, tell me, what does death mean to you?"

"Death?" Lloyd repeated, he was hesitant in replying. "It... it depends..."

"...How so?"

"I... I've lost so many people... and..." Lloyd hesitated, "Some of it was because of me... but it was only because I was trying to save a friend of mine... and... the lives of those people weren't in vain because... When I set out for my real goal, it turned out much better than anyone could have hoped. And I saved one of the most important people to me with the help of my friends, she was tricked by someone and... so were my other friends... I had to put an end to it..." Lloyd ended with an almost-growl. He clenched his fist and stared at the table in front of him.

"...The boy seem to have a mysterious and betrayed past..." Ceasar said aloud. "He doesn't show fear for death itself but he seems to have a small spite for those who hurt his loved ones." he said.

There was a silence.

"...That is the end of my test, Lloyd, please proceed to the third floor, deputy Gerald's room." he said.

"Um... Thank you." Lloyd got up and alked towards the door.

"Lloyd."

"Yeah?"

"All men must die."

Lloyd furrowed his brows, disbelievingly looking over to Ceasar. "O-oh... ?" He laughed nevously, tensing up a bit, feeling for the doorknob behind him.

"...That's not my point."

"You mean eventully then." Lloyd assumed, trying to be more relieved. Especially when he gripped the knob.

"... Yes."

"Ah... Right!" he chuckled nervously again, excusing himself quickly before he could hear anything else that would give him more nightmares than seeing Yggdrasil in those more-than-tight spandex outfits.

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Going up the stairs, Lloyd walked over to the next door, that boy exited again, looking a bit disshelved.

"Hahh..." the boy gasped, "what a... freak..." The boy mumbled, panting.

Lloyd went bug-eyed, "wha... what happend?"

"A... one-man am...ambush..." he panted, pointing to the door he just came out of. "He didn't take it easy on me but I... passed..."

"..." Lloyd took in the sight of his ripped clothing, he was obviously defeated. "I'm next I guess..."

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"Enter." The man replied before Presea even knocked.

Presea opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her and giving the man a blank stare. "..."

The man took note of her abnormally large axe she weilded, and then returned the stare.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Sit." he finally said.

Presea silently sat at the table, she held her ax at her side as she waited for him to speak.

"Another applicant... What is your name?"

"Presea Combatir." she stated neutrally, blinking.

"Presea... Why do you wish to join Theatre Vancoor?"

"..." Presea tilted her head a bit in confusion, "..."

"... Do you...have a reason?"

"..."

"...I see. So, picture this: You're on a very importat mission and all of your comrads are fallen in from of you, dead. What do you do?"

"My comrads are all practically immortal." she said, "But if that were possible, I would use a life bottle on them and let our healer bring us all back to health. I would then take my ax and drive it through the chest of the one responsable, which... the only one strong anough to face our group put together would be Mithos Yggdrasil and we've already killed him, so what you speak of is nonsense." The pink-haired girl said calmly.

Ceasar thought for a moment, "This young girl appears to be confident in her strength." he said. "She does not appear to be fully aware of the impossiblity of ressurection."

"Actually, our healer mastered that technique long ago..." she said. "As long as the head is still intact with the body."

"...She is starting to become somewhat disturbing... But, ignoring it, she has confidense, also, in her 'healer. Ancan somehow... hear what I'm saying..."

"...Of course."

"... What does death mean to you, Presea?"

"It means... the end of a life. A life that wouldn't have been much longer on the world regardless if it did not end. It means--"

"Alright." Ceasar snapped, "I get it." he said. "STOP trying to out-weird me!!"

"..."

"...This calls for war..." he said, leaning forward and staring intensely.

Presea stared back at him blankly.

...Silence...

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"...Give up yet?" Ceasar smirked.

"..."

"Damn! That is the end of my test, you may now proceed to deputy Gerald's room on the third floor."

Presea nodded, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Presea."

"..." she turned to him.

"...All men.. must die."

"Obviously." she stated, "And I agree with you... I can help you to death if you wish so..."

"...N-NO!..."

"..." With that, Presea left the silent samurai to his thoughts.

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Well... that was kind of short...

Oh, and this is how I was GOING to have Lloyd's little... meeting... go:

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"Wait, how did you know that I was--"

"Just take a seat." There were rings around the man's eyes, he held a small, white, bent cigarette in his right hand.

"O...okay?"

"Now... fff... ahh... " The man breathed in, puffing on the cigarette in his mouth.

"..."

"So... kid... what does death mean to you."

"...Pardon?"

"WHAT DOES IT F.CKING mean." The man said, standing up and slamming his fists down on the table with a snarl.

"I-ah... it means th-that..." Lloyd leaned back a bit as Ceasar circled around the table to him and puffed again in his ear.

Suddenly, his eyes went wide and he started shaking violently, "Grrwaaaaurghhh..." he said, on the floor now, foaming from the mouth. "What does it F.CKING meannnn." he moaned.

"A-are you okay?" Lloyd got up,

A few moments later of Ceasar having a Seizure... he just suddenly rose and whiped his mouth. "I'm fine." he said. "Sit..."

"FFFfff... ahhh... yeah..." he grumbled, "I lost m' comrads... in battle... that's death man... that's death." he said, nodding absent-mindedly with his eyes closed. "You don't know death like mehy."

"I... lost people too..."

"He lost people as well." he said, he took in another breath and blew more smoke in Lloyd's face. "The boy seems unnerved by the prospect of death and may even be fearing it." he said.

"I don't fear death!" Lloyd argued.

"Now he shows signs of denial."

"I'm NOT."

"He is angry. This child in red is very much on the verge of explosion. I should move away." he groaned, "awaaaay... awaaaay..." he stated backing himself up towards the open window and jumped out of it backwards.

"Err... yeah..."

"...Mmmmm..." The grumbling voice came from the window. Lloyd froze, staring wide-eyed as the man climbed back up and started puffing in his face again.

...Silence.

"...That was close man... This boy does not seem to be fazed by my near-death."

Lloyd gave an unbelieving look at the man, "wait... what?"

"Why did ya' come here, man... why're ya' in mah office..."

"... I was... sent here?"

"WRONG, BITCH!"

"Whoa!" Lloyd cringed, Ceasar lunged at him, he pinned Lloyd on the floor with his swords at his neck. Lloyd had drawn his own swords and held them against Ceasar as he straddled him.

"You've grown..." Ceasar said, getting up, "Oh you've grown ...alright..." he breathed heavily, "yesssssss..."

"Nhh..." Lloyd, feeling defiled because of the man's tone, started scooching backwards slowly, backed up against the wall.

"My son... WHY do you reject me??"

"Ahh!!" Lloyd stumbled to his feet to block a fury of sword swipes at him, coming rapidly.

"Ffffff... Oh-hoho..." he shivered with pleasure, turning to the window with a wide grin on his face.

"Ceasar!" A voice came from the doorway.

Lloyd turned, confused, to the woman entering.

"You'll NEVER catch me alive, Alicia!" Ceasar shreiked in a shrill, high-pitched voice (Almost feminine.) Filling the room with maniacal, hysterical laughter.

"I'm so sorry, we forgot to bar his windows today... and hide his pot..." she apologized. "And take his swords and pictures of naked little kids away... heh." she rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

"Um... That's okay..." Lloyd watched at Alicia jumped out the window after a laughing Ceasar, who had drawn his sword and started slicing at random objects ( including people) blindly.

"No! That woman does NOT want you to touch her there, Ceasar!"

"MWAHAHAHA!!"

Lloyd, a little freaked out, decided to leave.

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Err... yeah, you probably see why I didn't put this in the actual story instead.

xD I was GOING to keep that one in the actual story because at one point I seen Ceasar as a druggie because he's so silent and depressed and weird... he asked weird questions about death and, I mean- that's COMPLETELY normal right? isn't it? I was kind of making fun of him over it. xD

Anyways...

Ganz: Don't forget about Colette!

I won't...

..Well, I would appreciate it if you guy could review this chapter!

Ganz: please?

...Yeah, please review?