CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

hmm.....whatever is fbm

Sparrow:
"Wake up sunshine." I pushed giving him a stern look. "Ignore the mechanic hag. She's just jealous she doesnt have a soul." I stuck out my tounge at Senae

where'd she go?

"Alright..." Milo said slowly agreeing with Sparrow, sometimes it was just easier that way. "Meet me outside in an hour?"

Sparrow:
He began to walk away. "What the hell am I supposed to do for an hour!" I called and he shrugged. "What the hell are you gonna do for an hour?!"

Milo ignored her and walked down the hallway, peering into rooms as he went.


Brawne walked into the room at that moment. "Hey lady, shut your gob will ya?"

Annaleah sat in a creaky windowpane, watching through a small clear space in the glass where she'd wiped away the dust with her sleeve. She was alone, so she didn't bother hiding the worry on her face. That and curiousity, and thoughtful puzzling, and every other emotion that was churning in her mind.

Sparrow:
"Well you're a load of help." I muttered under my breath and started for the opposite direction. Upon escaping that gawd-awful room I stood without purpose, knowing I had no idea where I was. Fucker.
I sighed dramatically and leaned against the corridor wall, sliding down to the floor. I shoved my hands in my pockets and felt a large, cold, heavy object blocking my way. I wrapped my fingers around it and remembered...

"The gleaming, tarnished metal of thick handled pair of brass knuckles waited not three feet from my head; the glint off it's inlayed handle seductively begging me to take it.
There is a god."

I pulled the brass knuckles out of my pocket and grinned. I totally knew what I was gonna do for the next hour.

OMG PEOPLE!

He searched everywhere. No Ami. Milo strode into a room and leaned up against the window staring sharply out the window. Everything looked so peaceful cloaked in the blanket of night. With a little effort he managed to open the window slightly, the sound of waves in the distance played softly in through the crack, making him homesick. With a start he realised someone else was in the room. Her hair was long an auburn-red, cascading down in waves as if she had pulled them off the water that laid in the distance. Her eyes peirced him, but not in a way that made him uncomferatable. It was if they were asking him for answers he didn't have. Milo blushed slightly "Sorry, I'll go now." embarassed by how wreckless he had been for walking in blindly and disturbing her.

brb dinner

Wisp
I jump at the outburst slightly, not really expecting it. "What...what do you mean?" I ask timidly.

Sanae
I watch him go. Mechanical hag, huh? Funny name to call something you base religion on. Wings shift uncomfortably beneath my jacket. The flight had been too short; I'm itching for longer. "Hiding now Ayakashi?"
"She's not here," I hear her whisper. I smile, turning and looking up at a small outcrop in the corner.
"You know, weapon. That nature doesn't go away so easily."
She tenses slightly. "Quiet."
"You're defensiveness only confirms it."
"I said quiet!" My jacket tears and i study its shreaded remains before simply taking it off, stretching my wings slightly from their confignment. "That's my warning, Grimm," she hisses, turning and jumping down, flying up. To the Bell Tower, if the most likely path of the future is right.

"Oh, no no, you're fine. You just startled me..." Annaleah said quickly. She almost added I thought you were someone else, but thought better of it and hid her dissapointment. He was taller, older, had a different face...the only similarity was the hair, but it looked like it had been dyed. What was with all of the black hair recently? Perhaps there was some new trend. But he didn't seem from here..."Are you...with Cricket, aye?"

Sparrow:
I spent the whole next hour oggling over it. I wanted to name it. I wanted to clean it. I wanted to pet it. I wanted to smash something with it. I wanted hit someone with it. God did I love this thing, my new pride and joy.

It was a bronzy color with a glowing luster, that kind of shine that sparkles when in the flickering glow of a candle. The knuckles said B A M F in capital block lettering. On the handle, the words "Bitches Get Stitches" were inlaied across the metal, underscored by printed barbed wire.

It was beautiful.

Cricket sighed and shook his hair back in his face. "Nothing...well, something, but...I don't know! I'm not sure if it's on purpose or not, but oi my my can you make a guilt trip last."

xD Sparrow...I missed that chick.

"Yeah," Milo said laughing nervously. "I assume that you are too." His next question was kind of akward, but what the hell. As if the situation wasn't already. "You don't know a place where I could clean up a bit do you?" He asked grimancing at the front of his shirt, stained deep red and black. Not to mention all the scrapes and the blood that was caked into his hair on his left temple that needed to be washed out.

Wisp
"Simply what I've experienced. Ayakashi knows the same. Maybe she's just learned not to talk of it anymore," i mumble. I look between the two boys a moment before standing again slowly, watching them cautiously as if they might just fake me out and turn bad suddenly.

D8

everyone disappeared as soon as i got on...................... *cry*

??? Jacky?

haha She missed you too Jacky

Annaleah noticed the blood on his shirt in suprise, then gave him an understanding smile. "Of course, just follow me," she said, and slid to her feet. Suddenly she held a hand around her mouth as if telling a secret. "Mind you I hardly know here better than yourself; I've only been here once before. But we'll find a way, and if we get lost you can blame it on me, aye? Shall we?" She chuckled jokingly and started down the hall, looking back once to see if he was following.

Cricket and Finn shrugged in unison. Finn gave her a small smile. "You can go, if you want."

Gtg really soon

Sanae wanders the halls quietly, studying the futures, possibilities that could never really happen the chances of them so small. It's funny to see such things. Ayakashi close least probable, just to spite me most likely. Who knows; the way she was thinking perhaps this impossible future might come to be. Still, most likely not.