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Amitte Diem [closed]; Demetri, Zeak, Fran
Topic Started: Dec 28 2017, 11:40 AM (1,509 Views)
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The boy shouted.

Demetri was thrust back into consciousness, appearing to had been trapped in a vicious nightmare. Breathing heavily, he looked down to see he was lying in a bed, which seemed to be located in an unusual hospital room. To his left was another bed, which seemed to hold another boy around his age, though Demetri was unsure if this stranger was awake or not. To his right was a window that showed a shadowy overcast, that threatened the downpour of rain. Once adjusted to his new, and confusing surroundings, the teen took a deep breath to collect his thoughts.

Things had been moving so fast as of late, it was weird to have such a calming moment, with the slight sound of rain drizzling in the background. Waking up in a foreign bed, Demetri's hazed mind caused his vision to blur. When trying to move his body, the teen's neck and head ached horribly. A surge of pain stemmed from his shoulder, feeling it with his hand was when he noticed the bandages that covered his body.

The last thing the boy remembered was being thrown into the ground face first by Mercutio, back at the beach. Thinking back to past events, the horrid things that had been unfolding around him, they flashed on by one in his mind like a slide show. Africa, the illusions, the beach fight... it all seemed too gruesome to be real.

Sis...

Being reminded of his sister's death only filled the boy with a powerful feeling of despair. What could he have done differently? Demetri wishes he knew the answer. Her death was quickly followed by Mercutio's sick game, which forced the victims to fight amongst themselves. The survivors were given the opportunity to enact their revenge, only to be shown that their attempts were futile when put against the man's strength. The teen knew he never had a chance of defeating the man at that time, but he still despised his inability to act. In the end, he was nothing but fodder thrown away like trash. His once burning hatred for Mercutio has now turned into self-loathing, as the teen realized the man was toying with the bunch to see how they would act. Seeing the ones who survived were in the minority, Demetri wondered just why he was still breathing, or better question, how?

Demetri lifted himself up, feeling another surge of pain through his upper buddy, causing him to groan, and further attempted to investigate the room, in hopes of getting more an idea of where he just was.

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Edited by Casshern, Dec 30 2017, 09:30 AM.
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The fight with Mercutio had taken a toll on plenty of the orphans who had tried to best him. Some of them were probably even dead as far as she knew. Some were also sent flying out into the ocean that could very well be shark infested or full of other dangerous things. All of that aside she was caring for one of those who had survived, but were seriously hurt or knocked unconsciousness. At first she had tried to drag the poor unconscious kids towards the direction of the hospital, which she only knew because Mercutio threw somebody in that direction. Somebody else ended up taking them their since it was a bit illogical for her to carry them, but she made sure to follow behind them. A bit of it was obligation do to not being fast enough, strong enough or just plain good enough to help him. That was not all of it though. She also did not want to be alone right now. So much had happened today and she did not really know how to deal with it or cope with it all. Honestly everything just might have been to much, but she just had to have something to lean on or rely on. So even though she did not even know the boys name or his story he was going to be what she leaned on.

After a short while they ended up in a hospital bead and he was out like a rock still so she would sit and watch over him for a moment, but she was rather tired so she was not able to stay up and watch. So almost as habit from living as a stuffed animal for so long she curled up on his chest. She was rather comfortable and used to resting like this with others though usually they held her close, but she was fine with it just like this. She quickly drifted into sleep and felt safe again. This did not last particularly long though as the boy would soon awaken from his unconscious state with a sudden shout. She was so startled by the loud noise that she popped up off of his lap and rolled of the bed before he got a chance to look down. She would roll onto the ground but barely even making a noise as her soft body cushioned her fall as she then started to climb back up onto the bed.

Being tiny had its advantages and all, but it was also annoying from time to time and this was one of them. She slowly made her way up the side and poked her head out to make sure it was safe. By this time he was already sitting up and looking around the room understandably confused by the situation he was in. She thought she would be confused if the situation was reversed on her and thought she would explain. So she slowly finished climbing up on top of the foot of the bed and stood up.

"You are win a Hospiital, You fought Me-me-mewr-cute-she-ooh." she said trying her best to say the mans name not really good with words like that. She knew she sounded stupid but she did not know what else would explain what had happened. Then she thought for a second and realized that despite fighting together she never actually did ever give her name or get his. so shaking her head she smiled at him and moved closer. "I'm Frwan, who are you?" she said rather curious as to what she should call this person.
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Zeak was in a near coma, however like all good things this too would come to an end. His eyes would open , and in typical Zeak fashion he would jump out of the bed doing a kick up. In doing so he would scream a Name "Mercutiooooooooooooooo!" looking around He would see that he was in a room. Letting out a grunt he would look around , and see two living things. One a human, and another some kind of animal. Looking at the Blonde Haired boy He would ask a few questions. "Who the fuck are you?" He would Ask pointing to Demetri, then he would point to the Pangolin in the room "What the fuck is that?" and using both hands he would gesture to the room and ask one final question "Where the fuck are we?" Most people would feel rude asking so many questions to an absolute stranger. Not Zeak though, the man was Brash perhaps too much so. Further more he din't have the patience to sit back and try to figure things out. It would be much more convenient if someone were just to give him the answers.

Zeak sat down on the bed looking at the blond haired boy waiting for answers to the questions he asked. That's when Zeak would realize half his vision was impaired. Feeling around there was bandages around his left eye. "The hell?" He said out loud as he undid the bandages on his face. Unveiling a scar from the gash the ice shard made, when it hit him . Zeak let out a laugh ""Oh right , that Crimson Cunt got me good huh?"" His eye was fine which was good, but it could have been much worse. Zeak felt the scar on his face. I have to be a little more careful next time. It would kinda suck to die before getting my revenge right? He thought to himself, then looking at the pangolin. Was it a toy? Zeak awaited answers.
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It did not take the teen long to start finding the answers he sought for, as what seemed to be a talking stuffed animal climbed itself onto the bed and enlightened Demetri on his current location. A hospital? Looking back around the room again, it did make sense for that to be the case, despite it not being a traditional facility–however, the newly discovered pangolin-looking toy had peaked the teen's interest. After hearing how they pronounced Mercutio's name, it became clear to Demetri that they were a little girl. He was able to recall them from the previous fight verse Mercutio, specifically how they had attempted to protect him from an overwhelming attack. Thinking back to that instance, it was surprising to see such a small creature survive through it all.

"...Demetri."

The teen gave a confusing stare to the young girl, who had now made their way closer to the boy. Seeing her smile, Demetri wondered how such a young child could be so calm after all they had been through. Was she really okay with what had happened, or was she just naive as a result of her age? He supposed it didn't really matter, what was more important was how the teen ended up here. What happened after he was knocked out?

Before Demetri could continue his thought process, he was interrupted by the shout of the, now conscious, teen in the bed across from his own. The sudden noise caused Demetri to jump slightly, as the atmosphere in the room changed from a calming one to a much more energetic one. Demetri was able to recognize the teen's abrasive way of speaking as the one who repeatedly had his advances denied by Mercutio during the battle, recalling the teen's flaming feet. He asked his questions in such rapid succession that it was difficult to give him an answer before he began speaking again. It seemed this was one was one of those 'high-energy' types, a 'hot-head'. Watching the teen unravel his bandages, Demetri was surprised to see him begin to break out into laughter. Him too? How is it so easy for them to act like this?

"We seem to be in a hospital... I'm assuming we are still on the same island." Looking back to Fran, Demetri began to seek further answers from the girl. "Do you know what happened after the fight? How did we end up here?"

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As Fran would make her way ever closer to the boy yet again he would give her his name. Despite having never talked to him or referencing him his name sounded familiar to her. Thinking back to the fight it suddenly came to her that he had been one of the few names that Mercutio had mentioned had passed his little test or trial. Fran had thought about telling him that before a sudden noise caused her to recoil in fright and curl up into a ball on his lap. The noise was a combination of a boy shouting out mercutio's name and the squeaking of the bed as the boy jumped off of it. The act was rather dramatic and caught her by surprise as she assumed that he would still be out for a while as well given the thrashing that he had. Also people normally did not move around so much so quickly after being injured. as was the case with the other boy who merely sat up after he woke up. The boys sudden yelling had also caused Demetri to jump a bit which Fran could tell as she slowly uncurled her self from the ball form she was in. Getting a better look at the boy who had sprung out of bed she immediately remembered him covered in fire attacking Mercutio.

Almost instinctively she popped open and scurried swiftly across the bed and over Demetri to hand behind his shoulder and keep herself safe from the fire that she believed that was incoming. It was not like she expected him to shoot around fire in a hospital, but her fear got the better of her. If that was not enough he then began shouting out questions, going so far as to even call her an it. In all honesty she was used to that by now and found it rather amusing, but the way he pointed and said it combined with him being associated with fire got her on edge. She simply hung behind Demetri as he began to answer the boys questions while adding in a few questions of his own. She took a moment to try and compose herself again as she quickly looked between the two of them trying to figure out how to best explain everything that had happened since they were knocked out.

"We well uhm Awfter you were all smashed up by Me me mewr cutie ooh. He picked fwive people to be chowsen and twained by him. Me, goo girwl, Da taylors, Rowland, and Demetri."
she said as she kept looking between the two of them finishing at Demetri as she thought he would get a kick out of it. She then continued from there," He apowogized about doing bad thwings and said everybody could stay here. Awfter that I twied to drag you to howspital, but others ended up doing iit." Sure she could have tried to quote back Mercutio's entire speech, but English was not her first language and there was a lot of stuff being said and she could not remember it all. She hoped that this little explanation was enough to explain the situation to the two of them and that the flaming foot person would just calmly go back to bed and not get too heated about the whole situation.

"Does dis expwain it to you?" she said not actually used to talking this much in all honesty. In fact her little speech impediment was a combination of hearing baby talk a lot, having a problem with her tongue, and not having spoken much in the last 3 years. Still she was a bit self conscious about it as well. Luckily it seemed that everybody was still able to understand her despite of it and had not said anything about her way of speaking to her. She actually felt rather good though being the one who knew everything and telling others how things went. This was a new feeling for her and she was liking it. It was as if she was a confidential informant or something. She had lost a bit of her nerves as she smiled again looking at them. Of course she was still hiding behind Demetri though cause confident or happy she still did not like fire.
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Zeaks gaze would meet Demetris as the golden child began to answer his questions. Hospital ell that made sense Zeak had taken a pretty bad beating back then. judging by the looks of things not too much time had passed between then , and now. In fact Zeaks head began to ache as his pain caught up with him. And an island? what island he was on an island before , but which one was it exactly? He never had the time to ponder it or ask. He just has been engaged in fights back to back with out much time to rest. Granted one of them was his choice but his rage at the situation manifested that way. It always had, even on the streets of Brazil he always got into street fights. Though his street fighting tactics looked as though they were not working anymore.

That's when Fran began to speak which quite honestly Caught the boy off guard as he thought it was a stuffed animal of sorts. "What the shit , that thing can talk?" Following up with a somewhat apology. As even he thought it was offensive. "X-form huh? sorry kid thought you were a toy." But then she listed off the so called Chosen. Zeaks left eye began to twitch "Wait you mean to tell me that I wasn't chosen ?" What the hell? He thought to himself. not that Zeak cared about being in mercs posse, but he wasn't good enough? Fran would continue , and say she tried to help bring them to the hospital, and in doing so Zeak hear her accent for the first time. In his native tongue of Portuguese would say "I see thanks kid, are you from Brazil as well? I would recognize that accent anywhere."

Zeak would look at his open palm, before gripping it tight. What was it? what was he missing that these so called chosen weren't? They were all beaten right? "So , puff ball you were chosen right? Mind telling me why?" The small animal looking girl was hardly a threat. He knew he could probably kill her in a minuet so why was she chosen over someone who could fight, and kill ? Zeak made a mental note to kick Mercutio the next time he saw him.
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With all the commotion in the room, the young Fran would appear anxious to Demetri, as she climbed onto his back, hanging on his shoulder. Giving the small girl a glance, he thought it seemed almost out of character for how calm she previously was. This other teen must seem threatening to her, which was not surprising taking into account her age, but after all they had been through, that's what got to her? There might be something he was missing, but the teen brushed off the thought as the group continued their conversation, more concerned with the topic at hand.

It took the blonde a few moments to decypher Fran's words. Her way of talking was something that he was going to have to get used to. It was somewhat difficult to understand what she was saying, but Demetri was pretty sure he got it right. "Chosen?" Hearing a list of names, the teen was able to recognize a few of them, mainly Fran's and himself. Having his own name be listed was shocking, to say the least. What kind of criteria was Mercutio keeping mind, and what did she mean to be trained by him? The man had killed his family, why would he even consider becoming his pupil? It seemed like something out of a movie.

It would be a lie to say the girl's next statement did not cause the boy to become somewhat angered. "...He apologized for doing bad things," Demetri repeated to himself with a slight tone of disgust. He needed to be able to keep his emotions in check in a situation like this, but hearing the lightness of his sister's death left an awful taste in his mouth, bringing back his feeling of self-loathing. Trying to piece together the situation, he cups his chin with his hand. "I'm assuming the option of leaving is off the table...," he mumbles to himself.

"Does dis expwain it to you?"

Demetri had to be reminded that the girl was merely the messenger, not the one actually speaking the words, and that she was still a young child. He could sense her words were honest and that she pure with her intentions, telling by the scent she was giving off. After this realization, seeing Fran smile once again did not seem as strange to the boy. Her innocence showed itself, shining brightly in the midst of such dark times. Demetri nodded and forced a small smile in reassurance, though his mind was still not at peace.

The other teen continued to keep up his fiery reputation, showing great surprise when discovering that Fran was indeed a living being. This shock escalated upon being informed that he was not chosen to be trained. Demetri watches as his eye twitches in reaction, showing his slight frustration to the group. His next comment was in a foriegn tongue, Demetri did not understand.

Hearing the boy's next question, Demetri once again brought his attention back to Fran. This guy was abrasive, but he was good at asking questions. Why was such a tiny thing chosen? What were they even being trained for? There seemed to be hundreds of questions, and with every new answer, another emerges.
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Fran looked on as the boy flaming legged boy finally seemed to realize that she was alive. Seemingly shocked by the fact that she could talk. She was not sure if she should feel offended or if she should feel proud that she was convincing as stuffed animal. Not that it was honestly too hard for her since in all reality she was one. As she thought this she looked down to her side that had torn ever so slightly from when Mercutio's blast had struck her to the ground. He then seemed to believe that she was just an x form and not a toy and apologized as she smiled a bit wider maybe not seeing him as so bad for a moment. He then looked a little frustrated as he realized that he was not chosen. He was rather impressive in his own scary fiery kind of way. Though she was a bit surprise he thought he even had a shot. He was not even asked to fight int the first place for not catching his eye or passing some sort of first test. Sure he was skilled looking, but it was like barging into an interview and hoping to get the job.

Then he started to speak in Portuguese and talked about Brazil and her accent. She had never really noticed that it was an accent never having talked to people outside of her little world until today. She was surprised to find something in common with this boy and was beginning to feel a bit more at ease with him. It was not like he was going to be on fire all the time anyways so she thought that she just might give him a chance. Of course immediately after he would call her a puffball and questioned why she was chosen. In all honesty she had no idea why she was chosen in the long run and the question was rather perplexing. Slowly crawling onto Demetri's shoulder feeling a bit more at ease she started to scratch her head in thought. "Maybee becwause I am so different? You said you thwought I was a toy, well I wam, and an x form too...I thwink." she said standing on her hind legs and pointing at the tear in her side that had a little stuffing showing in her side. It was rather funny thinking back to how he called her a toy and she was not exactly sure that he was wrong. She was not exactly sure why Demetri was passed since all the other people who had passed where still conscious. She decided to mention that too.

"We all awso managed to stay awake, exwept Demetri." she said pondering what he had shown that had made Mercutio allow an exception for him. Then she would listen as he mentioned Mercutio apologizing and talked about leaving the island. In all honesty she had never really thought about leaving the island since she wanted to be of service to this man and to be with him. She had almost forgot that most of the orphans were furious with him. Sure she was sad about the losing her friend, but it was for the better good. Maybe some of the others could not see the greater good and all. She did remember him mentioning something about them getting choice. She pondered for a second and then remembered it." He dwid say that if you want to change thwings get stwong enough to stwop him. " she did not know that he meant for them to kill him and just thought that it was some sort of test to see if they were strong enough to get out into the world.

Fran was not used to all this attention being focused on her. She was used to people not even noticing her presence or just righting her off as part of the background. It was a rather new experience and she was not exactly sure how she felt about it. Especially for them to be asking her a lot of questions about things that she did not know the answers too. She hoped that what she did know was enough for them though. In fact it started bringing up questions that she had. What it really was that Mercutio had seen in not only her, but all of the ones he had chosen. The goo girl never even got to show what her goo did, Demetri had never even done anything but move close to Mercutio as far as she could tell, she still had no idea who Roland even was,and all Fran did was tank a few hits of his laser blasts. The Taylors were rather strong in their fused form so for them it was obvious, but the others who were not chosen had not done much worse. What in the world did he see in them that was not in the others. What did he see in her. She wanted it to be something great, she wanted to be worthy.
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Zeak would look to Fran as she continued to speak. Not to many people were from Brazil , he truly did wonder why she was the way she was or how she even survived. Though Home was home, and if nothing else this reason alone would make Zeak protective of her. Blood ran deep In Zeaks family People looked out for their own, and As far as Zeak was concerned Fran was like a sibling now. Though he figured since she was Chosen by Merc she would be fine with or without his help. Though Her answer to his question would but a surprised expression on his face. Different huh? Well that was certainly true, the girl was half animal half squeak toy. Though Zeak doubted that was it. There had to be more there , right? Then she said something that would hurt the mans pride a bit. He bitched out , and got Ko'd in less then 5 minuets. So the others remained conscious huh? The boy thought to himself. With the exception of two for one special did the others even fight? He asked in his head.


Fran would then say something that Zeak would adore. "Well I can say one thing is for sure kid."He would look to the girl then the boy before continuing to talk. "I will get stronger, and I will topple the King." The tone , and Mood of Zeak turned around completely. "The reason I went there in the first place was to see what the true difference in are capabilities are. Now that I've glimpsed Olympus , I can climb there." Zeak said as He stood Up, and cracked his neck. Putting his hand up to his neck to rub his neck he walked to the window. Looking out the window as the sky grew grayer."Merc told us Oni had sent disciples to Africa. If that didn't happen our loved ones would be here with us right now." Zeaks hands would turn to fists as his Anger began to swell. "Merc tried to fight Oni, and lost, so that means I can't just get to Olympus I have to surpass it." Looking from the window back to the duo he would continue "Because I will Kill Oni, even if it takes me decades. But before that i will defeat Mercutios Chosen."

The boy was not sure quite why he was telling them this. Maybe it was more himself reasserting his goals. Africa Zeak knew as an accident ,If Onis disciples had not intruded then none of it would have happened. Zeak Would continue "One by one I will defeat those chosen, and force Mercs hand to train me. Then I will beat Him, and fight Oni." Zeak's conviction was at an all time high he never wanted anything this much, not even his sports career. Around this time Zeak would remember that Fran was part of the so called chosen. Looking to the small plush girl he would say "Cept you kid, I take care of my own."
Zeak would squat down to stretch his legs."I wonder how strong the rest of the so called chosen are?" He would ask oblivious of who Demetri was.
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The conversation in the room was becoming much more interactive, thanks to Zeak's extroverted nature. The two had a quick exchange about the girl's strange body. After hearing her speak about it, it seemed she wasn't even sure what they were. To have a stuffed body such as that and still be alive... what an interesting creature, or errr girl. If this were different circumstances, Demetri's focus would be entirely on Fran, in curiosity of what she actually was, however, given he was in an unknown hospital on an unknown island in a foreign country his attention was more preoccupied with fully realizing his predicament, which he was steadily making progress on.

Hearing Fran statement with Demetri being the only one to lose consciousness out of the chosen, caused the boy to further ponder on Mercutio's criteria. What did he just see in him that caused him to be picked? He stared at the girl, continuing to ponder this question. If he was really one of the only ones to get knocked out, then what made him so special? The girl went on to mention how they were expected to get stronger and do something if they were unhappy with their current situation. "What the hell?" This sounded like something you'd read in a comic book, not actually experience in real life. It was like Mercutio really was just playing a game... There still much to figure out about that man...

Looking over to Zeak, Demetri assumed based off of his reaction he was still not pleased with the situation. The teen seemed to be accepting this news as a challenge, however, and not a defeat. Hearing him speak, Demetri could see how his words could be thought of as foolish, but there seemed to be more to them. A passionate fire that burnt brightly in this guy's eyes. Zeak drew Demetri's focus, as he heard his declaration of war on Mercutio, and recall the events of Africa. Despite the circumstances of Mercutio's actions at the election, how could Demetri just turn a blind eye? Maybe he was refusing to let it go, but it's not like even wanted to. Though the topic of this Oni character was extremely interesting, however, the information surrounding him was scarce.

Then Zeak declared his rivalry against the chosen, stating how he will defeat them all and take his spot as a disciple. Demetri may have been coping with loss and his own defeat, but seeing the drive in this other teen sparked something in himself. Was he really the kind of person to mope around after a defeat, or was he going to do something and change it? The small spark grew and forced Demetri out of bed as Zeak finished his last statement. Pride, ego, anger, something in him knew he had to stand up now.

"Well, you are looking at one... Demetri Castellanos." Placing one hand on his chest, he grabbed and tugged his shirt, giving the other teen a piercing stare. "You wanted to 'beat' me?"

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Fran listened on as the energetic and fiery youth reacted to her comment about what Mercutio had said. He talked about toppling kings and reaching Olympus and it reminded her of the old stories. Of heroes and gods constantly trying to defy their fate or destiny. She admired the boys confidence and never say die attitude. She honestly did not even know if she was worthy of the honor of being one of the chosen and thought that he would be much more fitting. He had everything that she lacked. Strength of spirit, courage, and an actual power of sorts. Sure she was durable, but that was not a power or anything that she could use as a flashy move or dynamic entrance. The fact that he even had the thought to best Mercutio while she was just hoping to be of use to him was proof of the difference in her resolve and his. She sorta felt bad about this, but she had a goal that was beyond simple revenge or being the best. That was enough for her to be able to steer Mercutio's actions and play a part of the greater good. If this man was truly able to best him at some point maybe she could help guide him as well, cause honestly he was far to rash and reckless. Now that she thought about it she did not even know what this man was called.

As she was about to ask him what his name was she heard him declare that he would beat up all of the chosen and she was a little frightened. Sure she had thought about giving him her slot if she could, but she was not really going to give up her place and she did not stand much of a chance against somebody who could easily light her ablaze. It was in this moment of panic that she noticed as he turned to her. He said that she was safe from his conquest of the chosen and she had a bit of mixed feelings about this. Sure she did not want to fight the man, but at the same time she did not want to be looked down on or be passed aside. Just because they came from the same place or that he liked her. She firmed her stance and was once again about to speak as Demetri began to move around and stand up.

He repeated his name and seemed to have accepted his challenge before she even got a chance to speak and she was getting nervous. Sure there were not a lot of other people in this hospital, but they should not fight in a place of healing and she wanted to express herself. So hopping off of the mans shoulder she would land between the two with a bit of a squish as her body reacted to the impact and looked back and forth between the two.

"Uhm big bro, uhm nevah got da wam, but can we wall calm down? Issh diss weally da twime to be fighting? At da very least can you do it somewhere welse?"
she said hoping that she could calm down the situation a little bit at the very least and maybe find out the boys name. Fran also looked around the room to see lots of flammable things including herself. She had called him big bro because she had not gotten his name and he had honestly seemed like a big bro to her. He was protecting her, and somebody strong to look up to. In all honesty everybody on the island looked like they could be family to her. They all had loved ones that they missed and she hoped that they could be each other family. Of course she was hoping that it would not start on such a rocky foundation, but brothers fight right?
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"So, I don't know your name and you can't speak to well... so, hmm.. I think Discord is good." he said, sipping his tea in front of her, the girl formerly known as Maya. He was about to speak on further until a disturbance caught his attention. "Hmm..." he said, feeling out the energies... Fran's fear extremely apparent. "The fire boy, the loud one." he said, sipping tea afterwards as his brow narrowed. "Go to the hospital, and kill him. He will never be one of us and this charade has gone on long enough. Go ahead and deal with him as you'd like. It was good talking with you, so now this will be the final little test, hmm?" he said with a smile, letting a tea pot pour out into his cup.



"Protect Demetri and Fran." he said as a final word before leaning back and sipping his tea lazily.

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The shouting had awoken Kaneda from his slumber in the adjacent room, the crippled teenager grumbling as he turned over slightly. Slowly, he opened his eyes, viewing the overcast clouds outside. Overcast on an island usually meant rain was close by. Kaneda hoped it would rain soon, it always helped him sleep more soundly, but he wasn't counting on anything. Yawning, he sat up in his bed, propping himself up with his good arm and swinging himself over so he could properly sit up on the side of the hospital bed. Stretching his arm. He could hear the people in the next room talking loudly now, the shouting seeming to go down but Kaneda still confused a bit by what was going on. Why the hell were people shouting inside the hospital? Grumbling again, Kaneda reached over to where his cane was, next to his night stand, but something else caught his eye. A small box sat on the edge closest to him, slightly open, one of the flaps angling upward, just enough so Kaneda couldn't see what was inside. Grabbing it, it felt surprisingly full and Kaneda was a bit confused. Setting in his lap, he opened it up, looking at the contents. Inside was a myriad of different items, each one more different than the other, and on top of it all was a letter with his name on it. Reaching in, he opened the letter, quickly seeing that it was written by the pink-haired nurse who helped him before.

"Dear Kaneda,

I hope these items can help you along your journey. I have a feeling like we will meet each other again. Until then, take care.


Sincerely,
M.B."


Putting the letter down, Kaneda wondered if she was okay. Was she leaving the island? Was she getting transferred? He had no idea. Setting the letter on the night stand, he looked into the box, at all of the items inside. First was a small wooden ring. It looked pretty unremarkable but the wood was smooth and polished. Kaneda slipped it onto his middle finger, feeling as it was a perfect fit.

The next item was black scarf. Picking it up, it was warm and felt really cozy, Kaneda quickly putting it around his neck. The hospital was always cold, but this would help make it a little bit better. He would have to thank her later.

The final item was a small, smooth, white stone. Curiously, Kaneda eyed it, looking it over. What was the point of this? Was it for exfoliating his skin? He wasn't the best about skin care but he doubted that was it. Tossing it into the air a few times, he set it on his bed. Once the box was empty, he would place it under his bed, never knowing when he would need a box again. Sitting back up, however, he was taken back as a sudden weight shifted next to him. Looking over, the stone he had placed was gone, and in it's stead was a gleaming Katana. Blinking for a moment, Kaneda was confused. How the hell? Picking it up, he moved it around, feeling how light the blade was, observing it. The blade itself was clean and sharp and the handle was snow white, just like the stone. Focusing on the stone, Kaneda felt it shift again, this time receeding back to it's original form, his eyes widening.

"What the hell!"
He shouted, suddenly aware once more that he was in a hospital. He then quickly reminded himself that the people next door had been shouting rather loudly. Putting the stone in his pocket, Kaneda grabbed his crutch, putting it under his good arm, and stood up. Hobbling outside, he would move to the adjacent door, peering inside. There was three people, or more, two people and a stuffed animal? Kaneda was past the point of disbelief about what went on this island and the more bizare things no longer phased him, but Kaneda walked in partway through one of the children's speeches, talking about how he was going to bring down Mercutio and his "Chosen?" (What the hell was he talking about?) and then a small confrontation between the two boys while the stuffed animal cutely squeaked out that it would prefer it if they didn't fight.

"Hey, this confrontation is cute and all, but the both of you need to tone it down a bit. You're in a hospital for crying out loud." Kaneda would chime in. Walking further into the room, he would lean against the left side of the door on the inside, making sure if anyone wanted to come or go that he wasn't in anyone's way. "That speech was nice, but one thing you need to think about is that words mean nothing here. You want to beat Mercutio's "Chosen" or whatever? Prove it with actions. But from the looks of it, they were chosen for a reason." He said, sighing. Suddenly, he laughed.

"Oh, shit, that's right, I forgot to mention my name. The name's Kaneda Ikezi. You three woke me up from my nap next door so I came over to investigate. A piece of advice? If you're wanting to fight people, don't be so loud about it. You never know who's listening, especially here on Elysium." He would add. "I'm guessing you three are some of the orphans that Mercutio brought back from Africa. Sorry about your loss." Kaneda said. He had lost someone too, a friend that he had only recently begun to understand. It hurt, but the person wasn't family. He couldn't compare it to how these kids must have felt, their family gone in an instant. Each one of them, including Kaneda, did know the truth behind the incident in Africa, and each one seemed to be use that as motivation, albeit in different ways. He wondered what the toy's story was for a moment but deciding now wasn't really the time. His hand toyed with the stone in his pocket.
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HOSTILE INVASION


The Second Coming of Hermes





"Ihtancduut"
(Understood)


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She couldn't thank her savior enough. Not only did he save her form her life of slavery, not only did he allow her to live but now he gave her a task to prove herself. Her solemn face curled into a small grin as he showed a keen interest and while she nodded and rose form her kneeling position she simply walked toward the hospital. Her grin turned into a smile, until it became something along the lines of a hungry beaming. She wasn't hungry for murder nor was it a blood lust, but it was the hunger to just prove herself. This was the moment of climax, the moment of resolution. For her this was the first time she fought because she wanted too. His words were simple and as she made her way towards the location, she made sure she was ready for battle sporting just a simple leotard


As she trailed towards the hospital from Mercutio's chamber she tied her naturally ebony and indigo stands up and made a beeline for it. She wasn't running by any particular margin but taking her time, pacing, remembering back to when they all fought Mercutio. She didn't know any of their names really. Zeak, Demetri, Fran.. but the 'loud one' is the only thing that she could make out with the little she did understand and she continued to keep the forefront of that in her consciousness. When she approached the hospital, it wasn't much really. Elysium barely had running water, so she deduced it would just be one of the buildings that either wasn't rubble or had a population in it. She was sincerely hoping that she wasn't going to hurt those who didn't deserve it. She wasn't mentally derranged, she was just simple. Uneducated, trained to kill and participate in degeneracy against her will, but not crazy. It was instinct and Mercutio, the crimson shadow, gave her the chance to not only prove herself but gave her the chance at life. While she remembered the battle against the man, his words echoed throughout her psyche, 'Is all you know how to do, fight?'' she couldn't answer such a question, she didn't know what she didn't know. And with all she did know, she could only show gratitude with her limited skillset.


When she arrived at the hospital she combed through the halls silently like a predator. She didn't know what to expect. Skulking as a savage animal akin to a panther, while her moves were that of a feral barbarian there was a certain grace to her. The demeanor that she had while on all fours was unchanging, sniffing around the halls for quite a long while as she picked up rogue scents of medicine, blood and... orphans. She prowled until she saw a man standing in the middle of the hall way in crutches, she had never seen him before. Despite his innocent looking face, he looked delectable. However, she shook her head silently, she was no longer in Africa. It was then she wrapped herself in crimson, her quirk dripping seepage and secretion onto the ground that she had trail behind her, her mocha skin beginning to fade from view as she heard very faint sounds coming from the room ahead of her. "Loud one..." she stated solemnly to herself as she rose from her previous posture and began walking quietly towards them, just simply picking up what she could before she approached the disabled male. Before attempting to gently move him to the side,"N..o... problem... with you." she whispered before she popped her head in at the entrance way, prior to revealing her hands outward and her full stature to the three strangers. Now named Discord, observing them all with a smile as she caught the last bits and pieces of their conversation.


The orphan of hermes saw three of them but was confused, she had thought to see three children. Yet, she saw two and a talking Pangolin! She didn't know endangered meant, but she knew they were rare. She loved most animals, but the rare ones especially. If the Pangolin was her target, they were lucky, she would not harm an animal of Africa unless it was trying to kill her. Despite her illiteracy, she knew of a few animals in Africa even if she couldn't pronounce them. She'd deduce this creature that seemed to cower was not the loud one. Her golden eyes shifted towards the second boy, the one who seemed to be getting talked down to. She heard his voice the least and only caught the last bit of what he was saying as he replied to the challenge, but what tipped her off mostly was the smell. She had no idea what his quirk was, but her nose was sensitive from her trials in Africa and as such his scent was strong and she twitched her nose a bit. It was different compared to the hospital and the dull scents of medicine.,, That left the loudest whom she simply stared down with a smile, able to hear him from the hall.

"Zeee-k.... who's Zeee-k?" she stated with the best engrish she could muster. While eyeing the three of them, posturing a bit as she stood upright, her eyes dancing between the two of them. She wanted confirmation on who her target was before she greeted them with her proper grin.


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Zeaks body would feel an electrical surge as the golden boy would utter his name, "Oh? is that right?" he would say feeling the energy flow through him, this was about to get interesting. Turning his Body to look directly at Demetri. His Face would take on a grin. Oh how lucky he was it saved him the trouble of going out to find the other four. looking to the boy he seemed to be Zeaks polar opposite. A golden child calm and collected. While Zeak was a Beast that burned hot. "Tell me Demetri after what you saw in that fight, do you think you stand a chance against me? I remember you talking to the duo. Did you even do anything besides that?"

Fran would speak up , and ask him to calm down. Zeak looking to her couldn't stay mad, and took a breath. "Tell you what kid. That will be up to Goldilocks over here. If he wants to fight me now tha'ts fine, we can take it outside, but if not... " Zeak would squint his eyes , as his smirk returned. "I will come after you, and you wont know when." The animosity in the room would return as the ultimatum was given. However an unexpected visitor would show up in the form of Kaneda.

He would go on about how they shouldn't fight and calm things down a bit. Maybe he was right, but right or wrong it didn't matter. Zeak needed to beat them , pride aside his vendetta against oni could only be quelled via two ways. Either he dies or Oni does no exceptions. "Look dude, i'm sure you mean well but the way you're talking makes me think you aren't orphaned from the event. So you can't imagine what we feel right now we lost our families it ripped a hole in us." Zeak would look to Demetri and talk to him directly. "I know you fell it too, that gaping hole in your very being that cannot be filled. Though I'm filling it with my hatred for Oni. That's my will is unwavering."

Though before anybody could react to his words yet another person would enter the room. Zeak's eyes would shift to her, as she mumbled to herself about something. Then the question that would burst the powdered keg was dropped. "Zeee-k.... who's Zeee-k?" Zeakk himself would look at the deranged women. Feral as she was, it seemed like she had the communication skill of a two year old. This was more then a language barrier. Zeak had no idea what she was here for , but somehow he doubted that the hospital had an on hand prostitute. So Zeak in a move to save his own ass would point to Demetrius. "That's him..."
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