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Through the trees.

That was the route she'd taken. In which her feet never found the ground. She was quick and swift, an animal on the prowl, and she'd not been far when she heard the very catch of her snare. It had been set for food. She needed nothing large, for when she did, she'd use her own hands to do such. A snare wouldn't work on large prey.

Crouched on a branch above the trap she set, she watched and waited, eying the animal who'd set her dinner free. Yet she remained unmoving and said nothing when she heard the voice. For it was new to her and anyone new might as well have been an enemy.

Green, meanwhile, had been summoned into the kitchen by the reliably lovely smell of his room mate's pancakes. Despite the combative personalities of the two guests, the Gym Leader himself seemed much less antagonistic than usual lately. Almost like a neutered puppy. He pulled a chair out for himself, dressed in jeans and white t-shirt, and took a seat without a word to either Shadow or Mondo. He spoke only to Zelda.

"Zel, can I have blueber--" he suddenly changed his mind, looking mildly stricken, "Chocolate chip?"

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"I don't want your company," Innes shot back. He didn't particularly like Henry. He didn't trust him either. And there was that smile. Did he ever do anything else? Then again, Innes was the stark opposite.

This presence didn't seem particularly irksome, so no, Shadow wasn't even going to pay Green any mind. He hardly mattered at this point. All that mattered to him was pancakes and amusement, because Mondo sure knew how to provide the latter.

"Syrup would be perfect," he told her, craning his head to view her for a split second. "No need to worry for sugarless." In fact, he couldn't stand sugarless. It was too flat, too artificial, and that was saying something for a syrup that was already made primarily of artificial goodness.

Did he then eye Mondo with the sneakiest, "You really think you're tough, don't you," smile he could possibly muster? Aye, he did.

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"Now is not that time." Ouch. How bitter was he? Granted, this one was clearly a child, and the rational part of his mind was beginning to peek through the initial frustration of being unexpectedly sprayed. He was a young boy with a happy life and a lot of energy. Of course he was going to behave this way.

Shadow sighed, lifting himself and almost looking like he'd given in, but he stopped short, standing at the edge of the pool with his clothing still on his body, however little it was.

"Wouldn't those wings cause... issues?" They had to have some weight to them. They sure looked like it.

He'd not been doing much. In fact, he'd been doing very little aside from eying his wall, thinking how it bare it had been once, and how he hoped Ai might never leave. If only for the sake of continuing to cover his walls with endearing pictures. He'd wanted to convince her to start painting again, and better yet, he wanted to join her. To paint together...

There were few things more that the prince thought he would have enjoyed to the same extent.

But all it was, was distant thought. Fleeting, actually. So fleeting, in fact, that the knock on his door broke in immediately. Rousing himself from his relaxed lounging on his bed, he opened the door with his left hand, leaning onto the door frame with his right. Then as he eyed Chiyo, he simply stared at her and looked between her note and her face. And that smile.

And it encouraged him to make a reach for his own before he wrote and dangled it above her endearing her.

Are you mocking me, Miss Chiyo.

When asked whether he wanted syrup or butter, the answer was an obvious 'why not both', so when Zelda asked, he had replied that he'd like both.

Mondo too was focused primarily on his current source of frustration who kept sliding him the snottiest grins from across the table. He could hardly care that the pancake circle had gained a new member because Shadow was really starting to aggravate him.

"You got something to say to me over there, fucker? Or you just smilin' 'cuz you like me?"

Edited (blows a raspberry) 2013-06-18 03:28 (UTC)

Hello Seth. Remember that guy you met at prom? Shielding his own eyes from the sun with a book, Togami cast a shadow over the other blonde's face as he moved to stand in front of the unfamiliar car. It warmed his corrupt little soul to see such blatant disregard for other's belongings in the face of his own interests. Oh yes.

"Who's car is this?"

[She nods as she listens to Gordon, but her gaze seems pretty stuck on how he has his quarters set up. She's never denied having curiosity. In fact, sometimes that curiosity has gotten the better of her.

When Gordon gives a controller to Ishimaru, her eyes return to the two and she looks between the two. Then she gives a smile to the boy and nods encouragingly. Well. She hopes it's encouraging.]

I believe you're going to learn by doing. Chin up, now. Just do your best.

[Lacing her hands together, her head tips and she looks over to Gordon.]

Consider us both attentive and ready to learn.

Phoenix had actually seen a couple of books on those and set them aside for now since he figured it was something to study later. After all, it didn't concern him, right?

WRONG.

One of the books had been open to a big picture of a gardevoir, underneath of which stated "Reclassified" in large letters.

"Ah!" His interest was immediately piqued. "Do you mind if I take a look at that for a second?"

Phoenix had been going through his Farcebook account on his laptop while that ridiculous Judge Trudy show played on his TV in the background. (It was kind of his guilty pleasure, but he had to sigh at it so often. Not a great court show.)

He heard the knock on his door and he got up to answer it, though. He wasn't dressed in his nice clothes at the time - simple blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt were what he wore, so he hoped that whoever was here didn't need anything business-related.

And then he opened the door and he wished he could have shut it right there. His face fell slightly at the sight of Ron DeLite standing there. Oh god, what did he want?

"Oh... Hello Mr. DeLite, can I help you?"

Her initial reaction to him went completely disregarded by Henry. He hummed, confused by her response.

"You're going to take a trip but still don't know where you're going? Aha, never heard that one before." He scooted closer to sit at her shoulder rather than behind her shoulder. Almost like he thinks she's okay with him.

"What are you looking for?"

"Umm... Uh..."

Suddenly, Ron wasn't so sure himself, with the way Phoenix was looking at him. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, twiddling his thumbs and looking back and forth nervously. "H-Hi, M-Mr. Wright...!"

...That still didn't answer Phoenix's question, nor did it explain why he was here. He started to feel even more anxious, his head bubbling with different things to say all at once. "I'm, err, I j-just wanted to s-say hi...!"

Green stared at the mass of meat and bread in his hands, and gave his eager companion a sideways glance.

"And you eat these often?"

Henry brought a curled index finger to his lower lip, keeping a smile but looking thoughtful all the while.

"Hmm, that is a troublesome situation," he mused, almost he was listening to someone else's problem. "Why? Don't you like me? I am your roommate... I know where you sleep."

Alter Ego just so happened to be one of the people-- er, personalities that Byakuya was interested in talking to upon his arrival to the school. He lamented the AI's absence, but it only made finally finding that little dual screen device in the computer lab that much more satisfying. He approached it with curiosity. Had he finally found it?

"Alter Ego," he called out, just loud enough for a possible voice recognition function to hear him, but not so loud that someone walking by the computer lab would think that Byakuya was talking to himself.

Guess who actually chose to take Kiyotaka up on his offer?

"Ishimaru. Open up."

Coincidentally, R.O.B. was working his way towards the library systems to look for something to distract him. Unaccustomed to being a digital presence like this, he was not aware of Pulse spying on him as he made his way to his destination, hovering along.

Space that was handily used by R.O.B., as Cyrus noted when his computer sprung to life and he was greeted by the robot's voice. "Hello, Professor Cyrus," he said. "Thank you for accommodating me."

Pulse was used to seeing programs that were on patrol, or out to get him, so it surprised him to see the AI move along as though it harbored no suspicion to his presence. He wondered if perhaps it was just oblivious or if it couldn't detect him. Considering how there weren't any C-Lifes here, he had to consider the possibility that technology in this world wasn't as advanced as it was in the world from which he originated. Taking a calculated risk, he stepped out of hiding to follow the AI quietly.

"These?" the angel replied, popping out of his recline and stretching his wings out for display. Beads of water trailed harmlessly off each feather like dew on grass. "They're waterproof. Water slides right off."

Upon the top screen of the small system flickered Alter Ego's face, blinking at the room. It was lucky that this system still had a camera, mic, and speaker system - or else his performance would be greatly diminished.

When he noticed that it was Byakuya in the room, Alter Ego appeared shocked. "Ah- Togami-kun," he responded from the small screen. "Hello..."

She looked positively hurt by his words.

"NO! I would never!" she instinctively tried saying to him, forgetting her current predicament. As she continued on with "How could you ever think-" she finally realized her futile efforts in verbally denying his claims and shut her mouth. Fervently, she withdrew her note and scrawled a larger-than-necessary "No! Never!". Silently huffing and nearly wanting to walk off, she stubbornly whipped her book in front of her to show him her words.

She would not leave unless this misunderstanding was cleared. Though... she did look like she was about to cry. Out of frustration, of course.

And maybe a little bit out of remorse, too. Really. To think she'd ever mock anybody! How rude! She was not mean by any means, and neither was she the type to pick on the mute!

Ohhhh, that. Chiyo wanted to playfully clonk herself over the head at her forgetfulness. She needed to remember that not everyone knew what happened to her. Smiling apologetically, she withdrew her note to write some more.

I can't. It seems that I got cursed with muteness. I don't know how, though, and for how long. Sorry, I forgot to tell you.

At the warm caress, Chiyo gave Ellistree a silly grin, having obviously enjoyed the gesture. Then she gave a small shake of her head before writing.

I can't think of anything that would have made me cursed.

She showed the note and then paused. Hmm... something seemed to be nagging at the back of Chiyo's mind. Somehow, she felt that the colors black, purple, and silver had something to do with this, but she couldn't remember what and how those colors had any relation to the source. Eh, oh well. She shrugged it off. Best not to dwell on it since it would always come running back into her mind at a later time.

But no worries! I can still write what I want to say so everything will be alright. she added.

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This is A+!

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I love these bastardized names for TV shows and companies, they're perfect

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BE- 15

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Re: R.O.B. - All Up In Your Network

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We should do something with this newly acquired info. 8D