... Hi!
So, I must apologize for the... Three month break that I had. I will say this, mental breakdowns in High school are not fun, and I am glad that I'm in Summer break. I'll just gloss over everything and instead, give what many of you have been waiting for! An update!
Warning: Swearing, violence, general craziness.
Posted: June 12, 2016
Inside the cargo bay of a large airplane, General Ward and his three students all resided for an undisclosed flight to North America under a Black Order company, Hawk Transports. Each of Ward's student was nestled in an alcove of the cargo pod: one was tucked into a bed, another in a seat, while the other laid on the floor, way too lazy to move. Ward himself stood over his sleeping student.
"Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey!" Ward shouted. Both Letha and Kei looked towards their "master" standing over a restlessly sleeping Nakarash. He had his face covered once more, a simple gold scarf to complement his general uniform. Horn of Gabriel was situated on his back in its hunting rifle form. "Wakey, wakey!"
"Is Mister Wolf still asleep?" Letha questioned. She approached from Ward's side. Mindful of the swinging lamps above their heads.
"Yup," Ward replied. He dodged the swinging lamps and plopped himself on a couple of crates. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a flask. Without missing a beat, she brought it up to his lips to take a long draft... A really long draft.
"How is your liver not destroyed?" Kei questioned from her place in a hammock. Ward pulled the flask away and let out a satisfied breath.
"Lots, and lots of practice," he replied. Clearing his throat, the general scratched his eyepatch before sitting up. "Right, more personal introduction. Afternoon tykes, I'm General Ward Liang Walker, twenty seven years old, and the exorcist who oversees the... I actually go wherever I'm needed."
"Well that's convent," Kei commented. Letha blinked while she stared at the white and auburn haired man looking a little awkward.
"Right," Ward coughed. "Well, I have a synchronization rate of 125% with Horn of Gabriel, lactose intolerant... Um, help me out, what do you want to know?"
"How about a little bit about you?" Kei offered. Ward's singular wye blinked.
"A little about myself? Well I like long walks on short trails, bright nights and dark days, and the ever increasing likelihood of my impending death." The last bit caused Letha and Kei to looked at him in shock.
"What do you have an eye patch mister?" Letha questioned. Ward moved his hand to the black patch.
"Let's just say shooting and seeing really only needs one eye," Ward grinned. "So now that I've told you about myself-" Which wasn't really much. "-what about you guys? Let's go from oldest to unconscious, so you." He pointed towards Kei, up in the hammock.
The women looked down at Ward and sighed.
"Matsumoto Kei, twenty one, I use the bow Celestial's blessing." She unslung it from her back to show it off. "I'm Japanese, incredibly lazy, and... Gay..." The last part was barely audible, but the weight of the words were enough to put an awkward air for anyone with competent social skills.
"Well I'm bisexual, and our first stop is America so... Hope you don't meet a super conservative?" Ward offered. Kei blinked, not at all expecting that answer. "Right, now the Princess."
"Hi! I'm Letha, I'm twelve! And this is my spear" The girl cheered happily. She held up the large metal pila proudly. Silence entered the room afterwards. No one really having anything else to input.
"This is going to be a loooong flight..." Ward mused as he stared at the cargo plane's window. Below them was the Atlantic Ocean. "By the way, how are you guys in terms of... Schooling?"
They gave him quizzical looks before mumblings out a response. Another dry sigh came from Ward as he reached for a flask once more.
"Right, well, you guys need schooling, whether you like it or not." Giving them both dry looks, Ward noticed muffled movement coming from their unconscious passenger. The larger man blindly grasping his surroundings. "And here we have the rare Thai Bear, awaking from its two day hibernation, hopefully only wanting food," he commented. Nak, his consciousness now beginning to return, simply flipped Ward off.
"Where, where am I?" he groaned. Ward took a deep swig from his flask before he answered, "you're in Purgatory, awaiting your death by one million baseballs!"
"Screw off," the man glowered as he righted himself up. Looking at his regenerated legs, he made sure everything was firmly working back in the right order before looking up. "What?"
All three of the cargo bay's other occupants were looking at him. Kei held some reservation towards him, especially with how he had "changed" during his bout with Renegade. Letha looked at him innocently, while Ward gave the other one eyed exorcist a one eyed smile.
"We were wondering you'd like to tell us anything 'bout you?" Ward began, the formation of a sly smile appearing under his scarf. "I mean, I'll be training you for God knows how long with controlling that!"
"Right," Nak groaned. Sitting up stiffly, the man cleared his throat. "Nak Akaradech, twenty three, from Thailand... I like-"
"Hold that thought," Ward interrupted. With a hand over his covered ear, moved towards one of the back windows and peered out of it. Everyone looked at him expectantly. "Mmm, yup, I see them. Yup, they look pretty nasty." He let his hand drop before he began to rummage around for something.
"What's happening?" Nak growled. Ward sent him a sheepish smile beneath his scarf.
"Well... It seems there are reports of high leveled akuma in this area so, oh, there you are." Ward grinned before lifted up the case that was Horn of Gabriel.
"What?!" Everyone screeched. And just to prove their point, the sound of something rocketing towards the plane was heard.
"Shit, here already," Ward groaned before the case glowed and became a Mosin-Nagant model gun. "Kei, today's your day or practice! Strap into that chair over there and fire when ready! Rest of you, sit down and shut up!"
Kei, in a rare moment of activity, sprung up out of her place on the floor and rushed over to where a chair fused to the ground was. Strapping herself in, she saw Letha tighten her seat belt, while Nak began to growl to a non-responsive Ward.
"Opening hatch!" Ward roared before slamming his hand against a button next to the window. Immediately, the back cargo bay opened and cold frigid air rushed into the plane. Bright light immediately blinded Kei, before her eyes grew accustomed to the brightness and she gasped.
There were so many akuma. Their numbers seem to blot out the sky behind them. Many were level three, simply rushing towards the plane, while the rest where level ones whom were firing haphazardly at the aircraft.
"Lock 'N load kusipäät!" Ward roared before pulling his rifle up and firing. The closest akuma, a level three who saw an opportunity in the open cargo bay, turned into jelly as the bullet rocketed through him.
However after the first shot was fired, Ward began to fire volley after volley into the akuma horde. His masked face and wild flying red hair making him appear unnatural. The laughter that emitted from his mouth sounded sadistic.
Kei found herself almost doing nothing as she shot her arrows. Really her only opportunity to aid the laughing general was when a level one came too close to her, and she let the ethereal arrow fly and pierce it.
"Is this a rare occurrence?!" Nak roared as he felt the familiar addictive feeling of fighting strangling his system.
"Rare? You kidding me, this is Monday!" Ward laughed.
"Great!" Nak let out a roaring laughter before tearing the head off of an akuma. The other two likewise accompanied him, however they were much too slow for Ward.
Instead had Horn of Gabriel turn into a M107 shot gun and, horrifyingly, ran and leapt out of the back of the plain. His coat and scarf billowing out behind him before he landed on a level one akuma. Then, he proceeded to drive the akuma as he fired into the horde.
This guy is insane! Every one of his students thought.
-D. Gray Man-
Shizuka "Seion" Eko was not sure what to make of Yuna Kanda, his teacher for the perceivable future. He was taller than her, by nearly a foot so. However this women, as she introduced herself as being twenty five, was much stronger than he was currently.
They were traveling in a cargo ship owned by one of the Black Order's dummy companies, Noise Shipping, along with Ace and the new Finders. While Shizuka and Yuna were meant for Japan, Ace and her finders were to go back to her homeland of Australia.
"Work the rifles ladies! This maybe a Black Order ship, but a ship can become a battlefield at any given moment!" Ace roared as she road Viceroy. Currently the deer was now in it's ten foot tall form, antlers jutting out of its head like vicious spikes.
Hana and Evelyn were dashing like mad behind cargo containers as the deer began to fire lasers from its mouth. The four were in the midst of a combat exercise, one which Ace seem to take great joy in doing. Then again, many did call her the "Pale Rider"...
When a stray shot hurtled towards Shizuka and Yuna, the disciple moved much too slow to avoid being hit. So the Master unsheathed her blade to slice the blast in two.
"Sorry about that Yu!" Ace called over her shoulder. Yuna only grunted before sheathing her blade and resuming her meditation.
Once Shizuka got his beating heart calmed, he too sat down once more. Looking towards Yuna, he felt a warmth rush onto his face. Not only was his master strong enough to block that hit, she did so with relative ease. Not a single hair out of place, nor her clothes, a General's exorcist uniform styled in the form of gold lined black long jacket and leggings, were ruffled.
"Seion-kun," she started. He blushed when he heard his nickname come from her mouth. "When would you wish to start your training?" Her eyes were sill closed in deep meditation.
"R-Right away!" he squeaked. He wanted to hide his face in shame at the pitch of his voice.
"Then we'll start now," she finalized.
Huh?
Opening one eye, Yuna drew Mugen and the tip quickly established itself in fromt of the crevice of his neck. Seion did not even have time to draw his word or use that. She was simply that fast.
"Guard yourself Seion-kun, I have inherited my grandfather's temperament towards training." Moving her hands to grasp her blade with them both, Yuna looked towards the younger exorcist with both blue eyes open. "Kanda Style: Single Sword Offense."
Oh... Shit...
-D. Gray Man-
Rebecca did not know what to expect from Luna Alvarez. The women whom was six years her senior held a reputation among the Black Order. While on their boat, she had heard several names for her master. "Mistress", "Red Whore", "Man-Eater", "Man-Breaker", and slut.
Rebecca wasn't innocent, but she was also a virgin. She's had a few flings with boys in the past, but this... This almost seemed a little too excessive. For instance, when she woke up to get breakfast, she found her master hung over and asleep in the laps of several men. And when Rebecca was meant to report to Luna after lunch, she found her master trying to caress the ship's captain, while he was STEERING THE SHIP'
The rockstar felt a little put off by her choice of master. She honestly hoped she would have been tutored under Bach Cross, the musical genius. Instead she got Luna Alvarez... She didn't even have a decent title to her name. Rebecca wasn't being shallow in anyway, she was just being tired.
"Ah, my apprentice, there you are!" The voice of Luna stirred Rebecca from stupor like a bear disturbs a bee hive. Turning around, Rebecca nearly blanched as she saw her master's "General Attire".
Like all General uniforms, they were primarily black with gold accents, but the choice of what they wore differed depending on the person. Luna's outfit was simply very, very, loose looking. A loose low hanging black top with gold accent along the sides and solid black shorts that went along the thigh. This was all covered by a large black and gold in laid coat, that did less of preserving dignity, and more of appearing seductive.
"Yes Ma-"
"Don't call me Master, we're close to the same age Bella," the women replied as she came dangerously close to molesting the poor girl.
"I'm twenty one." The girl replied with a standoffish aura, Luna almost retracted, almost.
"Age is only a number, bella," Luna held the other girl close before pulling away. "So tell me what you think of me."
Huh?
"Come on, it's not so hard. I just want your honest opinion of me, that's all." Luna's stare made a chill run down her spine. Yellow eyes glaring at her, made her think of rabbits being hunted by wolves.
"W-Well, y-you're certainly very open on the aspects of sex..." The twenty one year old commented. Luna continued to stare at her. "A-And every time we are supposed to talk or you to train me, you end up either with another person, or sleeping with someone." Luna continued to stare at her, making Rebecca feel like she did something wrong. "That's not to say-"
"Congratulations, you passed!" Luna cheered suddenly. Red rope shooting from beneath her sleeves as her hands shot up in joy. Rebecca would have jumped in shock had the general not held the other down in a bone crushing hug.
"H-Huh?"
"I thought you were one of those stiff conservative types who looked down on my "promiscuity", bella." Luna nuzzled her face close to the girl's before pulling away. "So I'm pretty happy to see such an open minded person."
"Wh-What?"
"And you like rock music right? I actually have a few signed shirts of the 1976 1that I could show you, and I'll say this, rockers really know how to make a bed rock." That last part was said in such a lecherous tone that Rebecca's face immediately went red upon hearing the purring noise in her ear.
Oh my god!
-D. Gray Man-
Renegade and his two akuma trainees were currently resting. Where? Why at one of the Black Order's outposts located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, under the dummy company Titan Oil. While it served as a dummy oil company and some of the Black Order personal that were station there did drill for oil, its true purpose was the Atlantic Zone watchtower. It kept constant vigilance of any akuma in the area.
"U-Uh, G-General Renegade," Luludja started, but a stiff hand from the short exorcist ceased her words. Currently, the three were experiencing a small picnic amidst live ammo demonstration of the staff on the Atlantic Zone watchtower.
Renegade made several signs with his hands. Though they were a little hard to distinguish for even the most learned sign language speaker. With the sandwich in his hand, it was very hard to discern "what" he spoke about.
"He says don't call him "General", makes the guy feel old!" a finder supplied from the side. Luludja thanked the man before going back to the mute exorcist.
"Uh... Renegade, what are we doing here exactly?" Luludja asked. The General gave her a wide eyed stare, chewing on his Swiss and broccoli melt, before swallowing. He made several more gestures with his hand before whistling loudly.
"He asked about how your life in the Order had been! Or something like that..."
"Thank you!" Luludja thanked once more. "They are really nice, everyone always asks how we are."
The last person of the trio, Jessica, remained silent. She ate her alfredo quietly, all while looking at her teacher.
"Why are you the one who "normally" trains the akuma?" she asked suddenly. The other stopped eating to look at the lone girl, though Luludja could be considered such, psyche wise. "I mean, out of all the names that the other akuma talk about, you're name comes up the most. So why are you our trainer?"
Renegade took the time to look at Jessica for a second, chew his food, swallow, and calmly pull out a note pad and pen from his inner jacket pocket. Both Jessica and Luludja stared as the General began to scribble words into the note book at an incredibly fast pace.
"Wow! The General is writing hella fast!"
"This is probably the fastest I've ever seen him write!"
"I hope they can read it..."
Eventually the scribbling on the note book finished, and Renegade tore the page out and handed it to Jessica. Luludja scooted over to see over the girl's shoulder and the too silently read to themselves. At the same time, Renegade swept any crumbs off of his uniform before wrapping the picnic materials and handing it to a finder.
The girl's continued to read as Renegade began to requisition some supplies for the journey ahead. And continued they did as Renegade began to sketch a scene of the sunset in his notebook.
He approached them as they had reached the third hour of reading the note. His wide expressionless eyes staring at their statue like forms before pulling out his recorder. He pressed a button.
"Ready to leave?"
"WE CAN'T READ THIS!" The two akuma roared as they threw up the messy hand writing more akin to hieroglyphics or pictographs. Renegade's face held the barest, smallest, most imperceptible hint of a smile before he took off west ward once more.
-D. Gray Man-
Alexander Nightstallion was sure that the person that Bach Cross presented to the people of the world was indeed a farce. That persona being the "Magnificent Musical Maestro Cross". That Bach Cross was a person of esteemed devotion towards music, refinement, and production. He is both an artist, an actor, and a gentleman. He is a real life Renaissance man, and everything that Alexander learned began to burn in front of his eyes.
Currently the two were in the mess hall of the European Black Order headquarters in Paris, France. The European HQ was stationed at a small French crepe café, run by Finders and tamed akuma alike. The surface is a crepe store, but behind the doors, the other ten buildings encompass the vast maze that was the European HQ.
When Alex went through it, it reminded him a little too much of Alice in Wonderland. Especially the European branch head, she had a massive Cheshire grin as she looked at him.
He repressed a shiver at the recollection at the memory, but stiffened as loud laughter came from Bach's mouth as he stacked the toothpicks on his table. He made a small reproduction of the Eiffel tower, complete with arches and a small French flag made of a pickle, and let it promptly fall apart under its own weight.
"Hahaha!" Bach laughed loudly, much to the amusement of the occupants in the room. Alexander couldn't tell if the men and women were finders, akuma, or even civilian. They all seemed too interchangeable in this setting.
"Tell me about yourself Alexander," Bach suddenly pressured. The boy looked up from the crepe in front of him to a blithely smiling Bach. The musician's heavy red locks were covered under a large cap to aid in his disguise. "Do you prefer Alex, Alexander, Alexi, Al, Lex?"
"H-Huh? What?" Alex asked, his eyes were wide as sparkles seem to emit off of Bach.
"You're heights not so bad, maybe get you some elevated shoes," Bach continued. By now he began to take off his disguise, little by little. His hat, his mask, his thick coat. "You have excellent hair, what moisturizer do you use? So cute~!"
"What!" Alex squeaked out in surprise. A hand had run through his hair and Bach's smile was just dazzling.
"Ooh, we need to work on your background! It would be strange if someone were to suddenly accompany out of nowhere, add the fact that you're not known at all is also trouble…" Bach rambled. Then he stopped. "Can you sing and dance by the way?"
"H-Hold on!" Alex stood up suddenly trying to distance himself from the rather flamboyant and touchy General. "What's going on? Asking me to dance, change my clothes, and that other stuff! I thought you were training me!"
"Of course!" Bach sang as he too stood up… And by stood up, it meant he stood atop of the table that they were once on. "I plan to train you as a musician! Alexander, you are going to be graced with the professional teachings of Bach, the Prophet of Musc!"
"…What!"
"Is that Bach!"
"It is really him!"
"No one else has hair as red as him!"
"Who's the kid next to him?!"
"Come Alexander!" Bach smiled as he grabbed the boy by the shoulder and kicked the door of the café open. Stepping out, an entire horde of reporters and photographers stood in front of them. Alex's face was beet red while Bach was laughing spontaneously.
"Mister Marian!" a reporter called out. "Are you releasing your next album soon?"
"Yes quite so!"
"Have you retired from the music world?"
"Oh heavens no! If I were to ever be parted from music, then I would surely die!"
"What of your sponsors? They have been anxiously awaiting your
"If Mister Makarov reads this, tell him I would have no trouble preforming for one of his grand balls."
"Mister Marian! Is it true that you declined Korean model, A-Yeon's request of a date?"
"A-Yeon? Such a nice girl, she should not focus on a man who spends more time with music than his lover. Besides, I'm already promised."
"Who is your mysterious lover then Mister Cross?"
"Is it that boy? Is he your mysterious night time rendezvous?"
Alexander blanched at the accusation. Hurling in his mouth a little at the accusation. He only truly met the man five days ago, how was he supposed to be his lover?!
"Unfortunately no, he is not," Bach replied sadly. Everyone went quiet at the prospect, waiting for a trap to spring forth. Bach's smile was that signal. "Instead he is to be my assistant, as I plan to teach this boy, my friend's niece, all there is to know about music!"
"Mister Bach! Mister Bach!" The reporters all attempted to crawl forward to get a better shot and chance at talking to a glowing Bach and petrified Alexander. However Bach was easily able to maneuver himself and Alexander over to a black company car with the insignia of the Black Order on the hood.
Slipping inside, the two watched as reporters attempted to give chase. However feet are much slower than a car. Eventually the two and the driver were able to leave them behind, and Alexander finally woke up.
"A-Assistant!?" He looked at Bach in horrification. The man only smiled childishly before pouring himself a glass of wine.
"Yup! From today forward, you are both my disciple in Exorcism, and my disciple in music!" The horrified look on Alexander's face almost made Bach laugh. Almost.
-D. Gray Man-
Both Philip Laurenzo and Lief found their trip to Egypt the entry point for their respective masters, uneventful. The one month journey the original eleven disciples undertook to get to the Main Black Order Headquarters, crossing through mountains, traversing through jungles, and crossing large stretches of dessert, they met much excitement. Or at least, nothing was monotonous.
They had gone a week without any sort of serious engagement with akuma, wild animals, armed men, or even a raging Elephant herd. (That last one was because Laurenzo sneezed while they were trying to creep by the herbivores).
Now the two were in a simple cruise ship under one of the Black Order's dummy companies, Fairy Cruises. Many civilians were situated along with them and the Black Order staff which were stationed on the ship. Currently the two were sitting in civilians clothes, barefoot, with their pant legs rolled up as they lazed around near the pool.
Both of their masters were sitting next to them, talking in hushed tones. Chike wore a Dashiki style shirt, in the gold and black colors of a Black Order general, while Marina wore a simple long skirt and blouse, she however no longer wore her hijab, and her long brown hair blew in the wind. Neither seem to be understanding towards their student's boredom.
"Heya, you want to spar?" Laurenzo asked suddenly. Lief looked over to him from his splayed out position on his back. The blue of his eyes barely seen through the blue of his hair.
"… Innocence or no?"
"What other way would we practice with? Though we might want to go the back so we don't scare the little ones if we do," he answered. A sheepish look on his face as mentally began to flick his hands. Without a word, Lief stood up out of the pool, while Laurenzo shoved his hands in his pockets and followed him. That one month where all of the students traveled literally across the world to find each other with those two finders gave the American-Italian to get some sort of gist with the Japanese-Italian boy.
They at least spoke a common language other than English, even if Laurenzo's was a little… Diluted.
Eventually the two came upon a quartered off section of the one thousand foot cruise ship measuring fifty square feet in the back.
"Three! Two! On-Gah!" Laurenzo screamed as he dove to duck out of the way as one of Lief's twin blades spinning past his ear. Raising up his spear, Recon, he narrowly parried the other blade hurtling towards his neck. "You didn't let me finish!"
"No hestitation," Lief rasped out as he swung his blade once more. Laurenzo let out a scream as he avoided the sword once more, and desperately tried to pierce outward. Lief spun past the haphazard attack and stopped his pommel just short of colliding with Laurenzo's temple.
"Eep!" he squeeked before Lief relaxed and leapt back. His blades disappearing once more as Laurenzo got his breath back. "D-Did I at least improve since the Mongolian Bandits?"
"… No." His face fell as he collapsed onto his backside. His legs and knees shook as Lief stared passively at him. "… Too stiff." Laurenzo caught onto Lief's words immediately as he fell onto his hands, his ears flicking towards the boy who had no expression on his face. "… Body's too stiff… Relax… Fighting is like… Dancing… Fluid, and rhythmic."
For a second, Laurenzo's face was just as blank as Lief's. Then it spontaneously broke out into a wide grin, while Lief seemed relatively perturbed by the turn of events.
"I think that's the first time I've heard you say more than five words!" Was the cheery reply he heard. Lief on the other hand stared at Laurenzo passively before summoning his blades once more.
"Back on your feet."
"W-Wah!"
"!"
"EEE!"
"To think, they'd train themselves while we were wondering how to train them," Marina noted as she and Chike stood atop of a ship's construct. "And it's nice to see that Lief made a friend."
"Friends are something everyone should cherish," Chike replied, though his tone was somber. "We of all know should know the pain of losing friends."
"They were more than friends Chike, they were family…"
"More so that we make sure they do not make the same mistake we made all those years ago…"
-D. Gray Man-
"Bwah! Now that's a good day!" Ward roared as he, Nakarash, Letha, and Kei free fell into the sky. The two girls were screaming, while Nakarash, despite his calm façade, was actually inwardly panicking at their situation. "Nothing makes you feel more alive than French kissing death!"
"You're a madman!" Nak roared as they all held onto their laughing master. The same Master who first astounded them with his boldness at leaping towards an Akuma swarm, without a parachute or assistance from Renegade, and somehow made it back to the plane.
Now the same Master had tied them to his body before leaping out of the plane again, this time without a chute. Mind you, all three of them were asleep prior to this.
"I'm not mad! I'm insane! There's a difference!" Ward roared as they still continued to rocket towards the ground.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Dear Kami-sama, please tell me this is all a nightmare because I ate pizza before I slept. Please give me a sign that I'm not falling while some deranged maniac takes pleasure in this!"
"GOOOOOOOOOD DAAAAAAAAAAAAMNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT!"
"Bah you guys aren't fun," Ward moaned before clearing his throat. Suddenly for his three students, a sudden and sharp pressure ceased them all from falling.
While Letha still screamed, Nakarash and Kei ceased their inward panicking to hear a bemused laughter and warbling sigh. One, they recognized as their master. The other was an unknown entity.
"Welcome to the Black Order, new meat, lero!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
XD
Did you see cameo? Can you guess who it is? And if you don't know why, trust me, everything will all make sense in the end!
EDIT: 13 June, 2016
So I require aid in the form religious insight. As you can tell, my fanfic of D. Gray Man is heavily based upon the current faiths of the world, and while I have some knowlege of things, I fear that I do not know everything. Christianity and Catholicism is covered, because I have friends and family who are very devout (while I burn upon entering churches), however religions like Islam, Buhhdism, Judaism, and others are not very frequent in my area.
If you have knoweldege in that area, please message me if I get something wrong. I do not wish to insult the faiths of others, so I want to avoid doing so.
Thank you all in advance!
PS: Chapters are now going to coincide with the focus of both the Black Order and the Noah, as they will now begin to interact with one another.
Did you like it? Hate it? Hate me? Well... That last one, someone should! Remember those with characters, message me if you want your characters to go a certain way, if not, I'll just go with what's in my head! But until then, I'll see you next time!