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[XxXCanadaxWhoXxX]

Light looked from the people to the sky. This was getting on the slightest uncomfortable level. The older wolf looked irritated at Coy. From what he could observe she was a hothead, her sister too, though, not openly. Maybe when someone made fun of her miniscule height. He laughed a bit. It reminded him of some nobody from down south who everybody's hearing about now. Hunter Hayes, he remembered. "You wish you had a storm warning, wish you had time." He murmured under his breath.
He looked at Coy and tilted his head. He was sure that he had seen him at least once around the lab. Of course he wasn't going to ask, you must truely be foolish to ask if he was in front of what now seemed to be his allies. Did they accept him as one, or did the leader consider them an adversary? Which made him wonder, maybe his attack should wait longer. Maybe he had overplayed it when he demonstrated his Aura. He decided that for now he would play the weak card and if necessary, faint every now and then. His power would cause him to faint every now and then, it was only natural when your power manifested from your natural being.
But reality snapped him back. He hadn't won over everyone yet. He laughed a bit and patted Erin's head. He was dead, but if it was in fact terminal, he might as well enjoy it. "What hothead means is what do they look like?" He shot him a look, one that only lasted a second. It said he wasn't buying his crap, if in fact it was crap he was offering, but he was gonna play along anyway. If you can't beat them, join 'em. And believe it, he already had.  

[wI n d i e s]

Leaves, leaves, and if you could guess, more leaves got stuck in the dough boy's skin. What was up with the forest, it wondered. So bent on screwing with your plans it came with a wrench. Maybe mother nature itself had something to do with it. Maybe the forest envied wheat so much it became jagged to say, what now. What now, you rough, brown patch. "You can't get me, can't you, Mr. Forest. Hoo-hoo!" He said with a laugh, a gruff laugh, but jolly coming from a monster with croissant wings and cherry syrup for blood. He wiped his sweat. He wondered what it smelt like. Many people's had no odor until it dried, but not his. Putting the hand up to his nose, he laughed a bit again. It smelled like whipped cream.
He looked up at what looked to be a crowd of people. It seemed to be a swarm surrounding a man in black hair. What fun! It had to be for fun, look at it, it was a whole party of black-haired people that seemed to have weird preferences in parties.
Kooki ran up to the group in what looked to be a skip. "Aww yeah, hoo-hoo! This is what they call a rave, no?" He said with a giggle. "I've heard they're a rather lot of fun. Look at all the pretty women. Good job, you guys." He nudged Coy and Light, motioning for them to high five him. "I mean, score!"
(I'm very sorry for not posting. I'm afraid I had to ward of my friends sister away from him. You know what they say. Well.. She said, 'Marriage, Marriage...')  

[Macbett]

(( @Eesti: [/touch] Bro, check yo phone moar often. I've been calling. Y u no answer 2 go 2 mall? 3; ))

Coy mentally grunted. He put his hand in the pockets of his white coat. He hoped that he had something he could pull off for his daughters' looks. In all truth, he didn't have any. Well, that's what he told people even though it may be a lie. He wouldn't say if it was or not. He found a piece of paper in his left pocket. He took it out seeing it was an old photo of his lover and his best friend's girlfriend together. That would be good for the time being seeing how they were relatively the same age with the kids he was with. He showed it to the girl and shot a glare at the boy who was patting her head. "Lynn and..." He pointed at his lover. He mentally face palmed he couldn't remember the other girl's name. "Anya." He said remembering her name quickly. At least, that's what he thought it was. It was something similar to that.
Then if that wasn't much something nudged at him after claiming that it was a rave they were having and that the women were looking pretty good. He turned around feeling a bit miffed only to find out that the Pillsbury Dough Boy was nudging him. He wanted to scream at the slightest but he covered up the look of surprise he was about to give quickly. He didn't care. He absolutely didn't care. He repeated that in his head a few times. He gave the creature a high five noticing how he was motioning for him to high five him. He took his hand away noticing that the creature smelled like cool whip. Strange. Extremely strange. "I guess..." He muttered looking away from the creature.

 

[XxXCanadaxWhoXxX]

The boy's glare quickly diminshed and replaced itself with but a wide grin that went ear to ear. He had to act happy. It was a requirement if he wanted to stay.
What you probably know but just haven't noticed is that the more friendlier person despises humans more than someone neutral. Light was one of these people minus the fact that he didn't like people in the first place. He was a lab person, it was, in a way, the status quo for someone of his qualifications to dislike the general population. The education of the uneducated (in his mind, the indigenous population spoken of) was unbelievable. It was no wonder to him that this world was set for destruct. His creators had told them so, which was the only way he knew. The mutants were smarter without the common knowledge shared between the humans. But why not? They were pathetic, undermining, and had very little sense of street smart or survival.
They, on the other hand, got the more sucessfull side of the gene pool. When it came time for Jansen to initiate her plan, half of the world would be gone. They would go crazy in desperate attempt for their lives and end up taking their own or having it being taken by one of their own species. He called it society cutting upon itself. He had only seen the pathetic miscreants cut themselves, leaving fresh scars waiting to bleed out. What of them? They were right about their lives being useless. Their world ended for they did not begin it. The initiation was always the first step into acceptance that they had a miserable life and needed to get over it.
His thoughts were interrupted by the incoming dough monster. He spoke of a rave, and the girls. His arm stood in it's initial position, happily by his side. "And you are?" He asked, tilting his head. His usual half-smile was wasted upon Kooki. This made him wonder what was inside the lab's ability to deduct that this monster was outrageous. The pillsbury dough boy. A copyrighted trademark of the company, though it mattered not in the sense of what the lab did in terms of publicity.
Alas, kindness and hospitality was a part of the job when doing reconaissance. He gave a high-five and smiled the slightest bit again. One step out of line, and the dough would be toast.  

[Baddicus B itch]

Kazumi was about to say something. She had peered over Erin's shoulder and before she got the chance was when Kooki came up. She looked at Dasani for feedback. Monster trying to eat them? He was speaking of a rave. There were no raves in sight, though. Wait, he meant them. Of course he did, because there were so many people out in the woods alone, with genetically modified DNA and such. The fact that Kazumi was irked about the situation made Aria giggle a bit. She had no clue why she was so giggly all of a sudden. It had taken her a while to warm up to the flock, but none at all to the sisters or Dasani. Who knew, Coy could become her friend if he decided to stick around. This made her wonder about the extra apendages he might have on his body. Wings? Paws? For all she cared, porcuipine, he seemed interesting.  

[Cyan Blue Queen]

Hannah slit open her eyes and groaned in soreness, looking around and thinks she still is in the van. "What's going on?" Her voice sounded muffled and her words sounding so far away from her mind.  

[Baddicus B itch]

Jason couldn't help but snarl a bit at her. GA serum like what he injected into her was supposed to last for about 8 hours and it was only 2 hours in. They were back at the lab by then; Hannah had been put in a cage and he was standing guard again. Nevertheless, he felt a major sense of deja vu.  

[Cyan Blue Queen]

Hannah looks up at Jason and bit her bottom lip, maybe she could start a conversation. "Um..." She then shut herself and sighed, that's right...he don't like me or wants to be hear guarding her. She started humming, staring straight at him and not moving, wondering if he will even talk to her.  

[Baddicus B itch]

Jason rolled his eyes a bit; the gun was held tightly in his hand. When the Eraser came to cover him, that was when he would go for the others. It felt as if things were suspended in time; only yesterday was he awakened. Damn whitecoats didn't know that when he was in cold enough spaces, his heart rate dropped to make his reactions slow and pass out. Oh well, though, he was alive and that was all that mattered.  

[Cyan Blue Queen]

Austin sighed in frustration, them just standing here won't get back Hannah and he was lonesome. He pictured her always bruised cut and was pretty much used to her getting hurt by now but misses his Hannah.  

[XxXCanadaxWhoXxX]

Light looked from the man to the sky. Pretty girls, but they looked all too much familiar to some he hadn't known for too long but rang in his memory like a bell tolling the midnight hours. He looked at Austin and tilted his head. That one, it was newly escaped. The ones surrounding them were either former baddies or long escaped from the confines of the lab and it's annexed facilities.
He chose to ignore the dough creature for the time being. It wasn't there. The Pillsbury doughboy wasn't real, and it wasn't asking about a rave of any sort. "What's eating you, man? You sound like you just got kicked in the nuts." He said, lightly nudging the boy. What he was thinking about was a mystery to him; he couldn't read minds, only control them, and that was only for some time before he was out like, well, a light.  

[Baddicus B itch]

Aria watched the commotion from not far off, but not close enough for anyone to grab her. From the doughboy to Hannah being stolen, it was enough for her to blend for a while. She put an arm against the tree and leaned against it. Something happened, though; she started to sway a bit, and she grabbed her head. She immediately thought about her equilibrium; maybe that was out of balance. But in truth, her balance was that of an asian's. A light flashed across her eyes and she could no longer see the flock. It was no trank gun mind anyone, it was almost as if she'd been teleported out of the forest. Bodies were lying everywhere; maimed beyond belief. Cities roared in panic and madness seemed to have swept across the town. "Guys?" She asked. In her mind, she was watching what was like a movie while in reality she was in real life, not far away. "Hello?" She asked again.  

[My Doll Heart]

Dasani was stood behind the others but in front of where Aria was. She heard the offness in her voice and tilted her head. "Aria?" She asked. She looked over her shoulder before turning around to face her. "Kazu, something's wrong." She said and looked back again.  

[Baddicus B itch]

Kazumi's head went in Aria's direction and she walked to her. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she tried to see what was wrong, as if it would pop out at her. She grabbed her shoulder and shook it lightly.
Aria looked around. She had begun to panic when she watched a big piece of earth fly at her. She flinched a bit, but the hit had no impact on her. She was back with the flock. "Where did you guys go..?" She asked, feeling Kazumi's face. It was real, and they weren't crushed under rubble. They were there. "The sky.. What happened? It wasn't blue five seconds ago..."  

[Macbett]

Micheal McCoy was ready to say he had seen it all. The Doughboy was starting to give him the creeps and one of the girls kept giggling. He felt as if they were staring at him. Trying to look under his clothes to see how he would trumph somewhere else. He glanced from each face uneasily. He was ready to leave. There was no way for him to kill so many kids and a time and get away with it. Even a few struck him as different, not like a loner but extermly different with no life or friends. It was as if they only had each other. He felt a pain of guilt strike him in the heart. He wanted to lay a hand on one and tell them no worries. There were worries. Worries like the teen Bosians hold in their heads, or the anxiety a person holds with the hope of death whenever an anxiety attack comes upon them.
Coy watched the girl that was giggling at him earlier seem to go blank. Another girl, that he just noticed, seemed to realize that and go to one of the girls that looks like a sister to another. She must be the leader of the little group. That's what he thought anyway. He might as well be wrong and have the loud mouth 180 Spainard girl be the leader. Or one of the boys that seem that they have no backbone or that they've hit puberty and had their... Yeah, just a group of Justin Beaver boys. Hell, for all he knew, the boys might be girls like that horrible Canadian singer boy. He quietly watched as they went to her. The girl snapped back to their world and was feeling at the 'leader' girl's face. "The sky...?" He muttered after her comment. "May I know what color it used to be?"