The Cathedral (Ministry of Death)

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Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

" T h e       s o u l s       o f       t h e         t a i n t e d        w i l l      b e      c l e a n s e d "
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"I...see..." she said as she listened to Cathy. She didn't really understand a few things that she said...so...she thought she could ask about them to get clarification. "I'm sorry...what is sexually frustrated? Does this mean she is...angry about her gender or how she likes women or men?" she really had no idea. She never did get 'the talk' from her family. She probs didn't even know what sex was. "Ummm...should I...leave?"she didn't want to get in the way of Mocha's work.

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Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna was savagely pulling on Kraven's leg, looking like she wanted to bite into it like meat. That's also around the time that Kraven pulled a gun on her. Feeling the coolness of the gun nearing her face, the Russian let go of her Kraven's leg immediately, instead quickly grabbing at the arm holding the gun while ducking her head to one side to avoid getting her brains blown out. At first she was just letting the Killer Gene take over, trying to rip the arm out and biting at the wrists...but she forced herself to think- and remembered her pressure-point training. Repositioning her hands, she dug her fingers into the points on Kraven's arm, just on the elbow and the wrist, still letting some of the brutality of the Gene take place as she twisted the arm savagely while applying this directed pressure-point attack.

"Cheateeng ees for the weak.."

She growled before she started yanking at Kraven's arm, bringing her leg to his chest to have something to pull against.

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❝ The Wolfpac makes eets own justeece. ❞

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Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

" T h e       s o u l s       o f       t h e         t a i n t e d        w i l l      b e      c l e a n s e d "
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"Oh...uh...sure. I'd be willing to listen." she said, and then was asked to do the numbing thing again. She nodded and took out the bag and started to rub the numb to numb the area. And THEN SHE SAW THE ARM! Her eyes widened and she jumped back, falling over on the ground. "W...WHAT IS THAT THING!? I don't care, IT NEEDS TO DIE!" she put her hand out, and made a crate float into the air near the arm. "Mocha move! I'll destroy the vile thing!"logic was out the window at this point, as she waited for the nurse to move to destroy the arm.

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Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna groaned as her strikes were basically nulled by Kraven's body slam- she would have been thrown back violently if she hadn't had the strength of the Killer Gene helping her hold on. His next attempt to gain distance, however, could not be resisted, and she found herself facing two gigantic middle launchers. This couldn't be good.
The Killer Gene-influenced part of Inna wanted to charge straight for missiles, thinking that she could totally take their force and make them her bitches.. Luckily at this point the Russian had gained some control, and this reflected in her instinct to get the fuck out of the way. She threw herself into several olympic-style jumps and twists to avoid the missiles, all the while gaining proximity to Kraven. Pausing for a moment, she took out her tazer knife, powering it on before throwing it at one of the launchers- she hoped to make it all blow up in Kraven's face, a sadistic grin plastering itself on her face at the thought of blood, giving away how she was still very much influenced by the Gene.

"Ween by any means necessary, right?!?!"

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❝ The Wolfpac makes eets own justeece. ❞

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Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

" T h e       s o u l s       o f       t h e         t a i n t e d        w i l l      b e      c l e a n s e d "
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"Uh....Ahh..." she slowly put the crate down and turned to face the wall. She didn't even want to look at the thing it frightened her so. "S...sorry...sorry.." she put her hands on her head, trying to clm herself down. She needed to just calm down and not look at it or Cathy right now. "Sorry..."she started to rock back and forth on the ground, trying to get her brain to stop going a mile a minute.  

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Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Well, there went Inna's kukri.

"I regret notheeng!"

She retorted- rage built up inside the Russian, and she growled at Kraven as he easily brushed off her attacks. The gene was now threatening to take more control again, but then...a rubber chicken happened. This surprised the woman enough to push the rage down, and she just stared at the thing for a moment...

"Thees..you-"

She then just sort of...savagely grabbed for the rubber chicken, attempting to rip it from Kraven's hands. She planned to shove it down his throat and watch him choke, slowly and pathetically...

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❝ The Wolfpac makes eets own justeece. ❞

Crispin Mortesque
Ludus
Psychic Hacker
If you think about it, we're all just avatars waiting for the final blessing that is GAME OVER. I've been trying to reach my game over for a long time.
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Crispin nodded as Egil spoke, faintly hearing his words. His hand moving to the vita in his pocket, an old gesture of comfort he'd developed a long time ago. He felt some of the numbness he was as used to feeling as some people were happiness start to shift. The whitette hadn't exactly said he was useful, but this was-something?
Though as he listened further to the boy speak, he felt his usual numbness shift back into place. It wasn't like Egil didn't have a right to be upset by a lot of the stuff he was saying. Crispin wasn't going to deny him that. He wished he could though. That would make this whole comforting thing alot easier if he could. As Egil left his spot at the window, Crispin ran a hand through his hair, moving his other arm around his waist.      
   I understand feeling upset. It's not like you don't have the right to complain. I've already said this, but you work hard. I guess I kind of knew you were working towards changing yourself too, but I can see how all that's happened could have disappointed you. I wouldn't count you as unaccepted though. Even if he seems to be treating Crona and this new girl better, Father Death still called you his child. That's more than i've gotten.   
He leaned against a wall,positioning himself so he and Egil would still be comfortable. At Egils apology, his grip tightened, showing the resolve that wasn't readily apparent in his voice.  
It's alright....Death, dying, that's something people come to terms with on their own. Just because you haven't yet doesn't mean you won't. I....don't want you to accept it the way I have. You'll come to your own conclusion on the matter when your ready. As for people wanting to be friends, ...I don't really people enough to know much about that, but that I wanted to be your friend should be indicative of something...... Its okay. What happened earlier, it's okay. I know you feel powerless and I know you feel like you don't mean, well much of anything, but power like that....I just got the feeling if you tried to attain it, I would lose you. I know that's selfish, but I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here. I want to be better for you so you don't have to feel so much like you need to be better for me. Egil, you mean a lot to me, as you are now.  
Crispin leaned closer as he spoke. His voice becoming lower as he spoke.
Crispins Theme-Would it matter

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⧱Egil Lykke⧱
⧰Umbra⧰
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even with yourself
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Egil listened closely to Crispin as the blonde spoke--feeling just as bad as usual at knowing that the boy's words wern't going to sink in. As usual. This was just how his brain worked--believing in things became hard. Believing in much of anything, especially having to do with his own worth, became nigh impossible. He took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to think of what he could say. He could tell that he could very easily lead this whole thing into a dead end--this conversation, this relationship--as far as he was concerned, he was a walking disaster zone. It hadn't even been a day yet since their first date, and Egil already felt like he was on the verge of messing things up.
"You don't have to do any better, Crispin..." he said after a moment, doing what he could to sound comforting. As messed up and confused as he felt right now, he at least wanted Crispin to feel better. There was no need to drag the blonde into his own internal struggle--he knew that Crispin probably felt just as bad inside, if not worse. "I mean, look at you...you already put up with my mess and still do a great job in the Ministry...You're smart, and you're really good with your tech and your powers..." As he heard Father Death's shout directed at him from downstairs, he seemed to waver a bit, clearly trying to hold his dipping emotions together with a forced smile. "It's...It's fine...a-and I mean, I'm not sure if being called a child of his means anything...I mean, look how he treats Blood...not sure if I want in on that..." He stayed where he was for the moment, not wanting to pull away, but also not sure what to do. He hadn't done this before--but supposedly, Crispin hadn't either. So that was okay, right...? Egil just hoped that he wasn't making the situation worse. "I...I know that you said that I don't have to prove anything to you, but...I want to prove it to them, too. I want them to see me. I want to...make them see me...and I know that that sounds really bad, but..." He hesitated, then sighed, letting his voice drop down to a whisper. "I don't know..."

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An Unsure Murmur - Unravel

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Dantalion was spending his time recovering plastered to the ceiling.  Once again finding comfort in resting upside-down.  It was a common thing for him and something he saw as completely ordinary.  He barely paid any attention to the things that were going on below.  Instead, he allowed himself to get lost in thought yet again with his focus on the coined term "blackbloods."  It was only now that he gave them any thought since they had finally hindered him, something he detested greatly.  All the background noise was a dull murmur behind his thoughts.  Well, that was until he attention was caught by the sound of Liimu freaking out over the 'dreaded technology' again.  He smiled and chuckled lowly to himself for getting up and walking over to her.  Mind you, he was still upside-down.

"Liimu~," he called down to her as she was balled up against the wall.  "Remember how you agreed to face your fears?" he continued with a smirk, "Well what are you doing, hmm?"  He waited patiently.


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"It is like the world is my stage and I am the puppeteer looming behind the curtain while the others prance around to my strings."

[ENG] Outer Science (アウターサイエンス)

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Crona was started to become annoyed with all of the noise and yelling that was being caused by Kraven and Inna. He cuffed his hands over his ears and kind of pulled his knees into his chest. After a certain amount of time however, it started to become simply unbearable. He needed to distract his brain. Crona slowly stood up and made his way over to the small cluster of Cathy, Liimu, Mocha, and Dantalion. He sort of slid in and was standing besides Cathy, but was looking to Liimu. He frowned softly, but it was hard to tell... It looked like he was always frowning about something.
"Y-You're strong... I am not sure what's going on, but I know you're very strong... You can overcome whatever is b-bothering you... I know you can..."
He mumbled his little words of encouragement before looking to Cathy, and Mocha. So, Cathy was about to get her new arm? He still felt really bad for not being able to salvage her arm... Crona offered a pretty pained smile to Cathy, hoping to look convincing... But failing.
"You're really brave Cathy... I wouldn't be able to have something like this happen... I would black out just by the thought of everything... You're also really strong... It seems like... Everyone here is really strong... That's good..."
He rubbed his arms a bit uncomfortably, feeling out of place, but trying to make small talk. He only really TALKED to Kraven.... So he needed to learn more about the others. If he was going to stay here, which he hoped he was able to, then he would need to make friends... Or at least acquaintances.

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" I t      i s       m y      t o         f u f i l l      t h e        w i l l     o f   t h e    E a r t h    M o t h e r "

Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

" T h e       s o u l s       o f       t h e         t a i n t e d        w i l l      b e      c l e a n s e d "
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"Sh-shut up Dantalion..." she looked up at him with a glare. "A-and thank you Crona...I...I'm sorry...I...I just...your uh...modern technology...I believe is the word...frightens me. I'm not used to it...and...I am trying to cope with it being integrated into society..and it's a difficult challenge." but then she heard that Catherine wasn't numb. Her head shot up, smacking Dantalion right in the face and she ran over."W-wait! I put the numbing agent on! I remember! Hold!"she took out the bag and rubbed more on the numb, and some under Cathy's nose. "Inhale."she said. Right now, that dreaded arm was going to have to wait. Cathy needed this. And badly.

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