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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:03 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:20 am
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Ren lay there. He'd prove to be difficult to find amidst the brush to the common eye. Yet when and if they found him, he would look very serene. He would also look very much not alive considering his lack of noticeable breath and the massive blood that covered his front.
Eureka paused, sniffing the air. He heard a man talking. He sensed no others, and grew to wonder that the man was weird talking to himself. He peeped from among the foliage, his canine eyes picking up a dark figure. It was indeed, a man on the beach. Eureka wondered if he had food on him. Nonetheless, by deduction, Eureka assumed that any human would be considerate of a dog. Every human he had met so far liked dogs.
So the bush he was hiding in rustled before Eureka stepped out, wary of the man who had probably taken notice. This man, Kry, was probably transported here like himself. Eureka lowered his head, his eyes staring straight into Kry's to show his dominance. It was an animalistic instinct and how Kry would react to the dog who was slowly making his way up to him was a wild card.
Lenore stood, staring at the younger keyblader with no little amusement than she found a fly. However, she was stuck on this forsaken island and Lenore had to somehow make amends. "The day..." She paused, thinking about it. "From where I was previously, I would say murderous and crestfallen. As for coming here," she murmured, tapping her lips as she thought. "Confusion. And slightly murderous." She crouched, a meter or two from Ace as she ran a hand through her long hair. She sighed wistfully. "Mind you, I've had a tough day and killing people isn't exactly a blue moon. If you try anything, be sure that I will fight you and I will win." Lenore looked at him. He must be understanding from wherever he was from. Surely, pretenses and protectiveness came with the lack of knowledge or with confusion. She raised her head, listening to the announcement. This made the third announcement since she's come here. "A vampire. A shinigami. Two keybladers. The sleeping one. A beast. A group of ninjas. And a vibrating villain. What a crowd. But perhaps, do you think, that there were more that came before us? I mean, we only just got here, there could've been more before us that we don't know about." She glanced to Ace with wonder, wanting to hear his insight. "And...Can you explain to me what a keyblader or a shinigami is? I've already deducted that keybladers wield swords and that shinigamis act as ferries for souls, like little soul reapers. How to explain if they are bad or good, I wouldn't know."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 2:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:36 pm
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Eureka barked, spotting the other man arrive. He had sensed him earlier, picking up his rather loud foot steps. Eureka remained silent, watching as Zane came into full view. This one was...odd. Eureka could only see one of his eyes. The other was hidden by a blindfold. He sensed something different about him, his instincts telling him to be wary now.
Lenore could sense, that by now, both Suki's and Jenos's morality was rather good. She glanced down at Ace; he looked rather harmless and she didn't really sense any evil about him. She sighed and scratched her head. While she didn't necessarily believe shinigamis and keybladers, this island proved otherwise. It was hard to believe anything that was not tangible in her own universe. If these things actually existed, then she deducted that this island was another universe entirely. Coming to such a conclusion was mind blowing, but it was the only result out of this confusing mess that Lenore could come up with. Lenore sighed, putting her hand to her forehead, as a headache was gradually blooming. It was exhausting to think about.
"Thanks for the information. You've only cleared one grain of sand out of this confusing beach in my head," she murmured, watching the chick run off. She didn't necessarily like these people but perhaps they'd be able to answer more of her questions. She yawned, stretching her toned muscles again. "So. What were you guys doing before you got here?" She asked, if only out of courtesy.
Ren did not stir. While he did appear dead, his heart beat was still existent. If Yumi had felt for a little while longer, she could've felt a faint pulse, and perhaps see a small, soft exhale and inhale. Surely, Yumi had assumed correct. He was in a sort of false death in the result of his brain trying to cope with the previous massacre he had witnessed. The trauma would be too mortifying for him to remember, so it was unknown as to when he'd wake up or when he'd recover.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:22 pm
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