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Saio heard the car pull up, and wondered who on earth would play their music so loud. He sttod up, and wet to go see what was going on. His sharp eyes trailed the car, and saw the two near it. He doubted they had come together, but he assumed that they were here as 'recruits' for whatever the boss had planned. "Welcome to one of our safe houses. My name is Saio. And you two are?" Saio deftly looked them up and down, eyeing their every feature. They were obviously talented in whatever they specialized, or the boss wouldn't have hired them. "Dart." "Rey." "Well, no sense in just standing around. Come on in." Saio looked to the one that was sitting. "We do have some maintenence station inside... much better than what you're using." Saio led them inside, and smiled hen he saw them looking around. The safe house was spotless, and resembled a grand suite. Saio's other bodies were in their 'garage' and other than that, the entire place was absolutely beautiful. "You like the accomadations? I designed this place myself." "I'm... not used to such places...." Dart started, and Rey nodded in agreement. Saio only smiled. Dart keenly looked Saio up and down, before saying, "You look familiar." "Oh? Do I?" Saio smiled. "Not many people have means to say that. You must have seen me around here. Or maybe you saw him." Saio nodded to the remote prosthetics. On seeing Dart's reaction, he smiled. "So, you did see him." Saio walked over to the body, and smiled. It's head was bowed, its eyes closed. "This one was once my own body, when I was thirteen, until I was eighteen. Then I switched to this one." Saio smiled again, his hand moving along the glass. "I take it you have some buisness with me then, Dart?"

okay..... is it true the japanese actualy have a sex based video game? I've heard several rumors.... and i want to know if this is true... cuz it sounds iffy to me....

Saio's other body was late getting to the safe house, And Saio smiled. "You know, it really is too bad that controling only one other prosthetic body is my limit." He smiled and moved his second body over to a 'garage' of sorts. There were several other people, all of them were Saio's. Saio owned many prosthetic bodies, and these were them. Usually, between countries, they were shipped around in coffins, under the guise of dead people. There were about eight all together, including three female bodies. "Kinda makes me wonder, Why on earth did I keep them..?" Saio looked down at the data disk, and sat it on the table. "Where's the boss?" He said out loud. He turned on the TV and then sat in a chair, plugging into the net. There, he played around on several web chat rooms, listening in on the debates rangine from the world wars, to the nutritional content of vaginal blood. Another signal came in, and he answered it. "Yes, boss?" "I've contacted several people coming into the country. They will be joining you there soon, as Will I." "So, that's why you aren't here yet. Playing 'godfather' or something? "No. I'm simply going to employ some fresh blood, or prosthetics, however you wish to think of it." In response Saio sighed. "I don't really care." "What, are you mad?" The boss looked quite displeased. "You under the impression your skills aren't good enough?" Saio only remained silent. He closed his eyes, listening for more. "Only you can replace you, your hacking skills are unsurpassed. I simply feel that some missions are not easy for only one person to handle." "That's fine. I'm not worried. This could be fun. I'll see you later." Saio ended the transmission, and reestablished a connection to the net. On finding nothing too interesting, he disconnected. Sighing, he wondered who else would be joining them.

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Saio was wise, he returned the body back to the room, and he used it to help him pack up what was needed. Most of the equipment had been salvaged, so he left it. Other than the device now in his bag, attached with a barely visible cord, he carried only some clothes and a few guns. The other body, it was rather mindless, and followed his mental comands. Saio was a genius when it came to matters of hacking and robotics. The two went back to the free port, returning with the data he had colected from the remains of the cyborgs that had been decimated. He had riped it from their memory banks and copied it to a hard disk. Saio gave the disk to his counterpart, and then sat down at a restaurant table, ordering some food. His remote body walked forth, to its destination. Saio was quite cautious, he didn't trust the information broker. The remote body would be a rather hard loss if it was destroyed, but it was better it than him. However, he needed maintenence work done on his prosthetics. An incoming signal from his serious boss, a former intelligence officer came in. "Yes?" "You delivered the info yet?" "En route now. Why?" "Well, apparently there's something they weren't telling you. Your client is dead." "I see. What then? I haven't been paid yet." "Just toss the data. It's not useful to you." "Keep in mind i need some maintenance work done, and so does my other body." "Yeah yeah... just come on in when you can. By the way, I'm taking several other people into my employ... you won't be so alone anymore." "Fine." Saio stood, and he directed his body to the place where they were supposed to meet the boss, and made his way himself. The place wasn't far, it was quite a nice safe house.

OOC: clothes are appreiciated....... Saio looked across the ruined city, at the airport. Only one city remeined here, and it was to the north. And one could't really call it a city, more like a treasure hunter's free port. To his left he heard gun shots, and then explosions. He turned, and watched as one of the monolithic structures leaned over and collapsed. He quickly went back inside, and and hokked up an odd looking device to his neck.He smiled, thinking this would be fun. In the bedroom of the suite, another body sat up, his remote prosthetic body. It looked quite young, it had been his body when he had been fifteen. The real Saio continued to sit in the chair, as this body went out onto the balcony. He used his legs to leap over the railing, falling several stories to the ground below. he used his body to fall down, and then landed on his feet, bending his legs and useing his hands to help stablize himself, and pulled out a semi-automatic machine gun from his bag. He smiled again, thinking this would be fun. He soon came upon the battle zone, and he quickly ducked down into a subway entrance. Through the smoke and dust he could see several figures moving. Watching them, he could tell they weren't exactly human. One had a blast cannon exposed from his mouth, and was shooting everything that moved. Saio aims, and fires, picking the man off. He leaps up, only to be kicked down. He hits the ground hard, and looks up, seeing a modified soldier android. He picked himself up, and looked at his gun. It had been bents, it was useless. He tossed it away, and smiled, before running full force. He jumped, and kicked with enough force to sever the android's head, before coming back down. The others pointed their arms at him, and then several more shot cannons appeared. Saio leaped and ran around them, just barely managing to keep ahead of the barrage. "Damn it all.... I had to get a body without weapons..." He swung around a pole, and came flying at one of his assailants. He landed on them, crushing them under his legs. He leaped over the next, and ripped off the arm, before kicking the thing's head off. He turned to the last, baring his fist. He looked menacing, his hair blowing in the wind. "I think it's time to lay you to rest now..." Saio again runs at the thing, a combat robot with a mind hack. "This is easy." He used the machine like a jungle gym, and attached a cord to the back of his neck, and then to a port on the robot. The machine shut down, and fell. "Ah well... nothing to hard when it comes to hacking...."

Saio looked across the bay, wondering what was happening in the world. He knew that for the most part, it was uninhabited. He looked behind him, at the ruined skyline of Tokyo. Many skyscrapers were leaning haphazardly, or had just fallen over completely. So many familiar structures just gone. He sighed, and walked from the building he was standing on. He carefully traversed the twisted girders, walking much like a tightrope walker, across the jumbled wreakage of what was once a massive and beautiful building. He made it back to stable ground, and to his bike, which sat on an outcropping of above water pavement.He gunned the engine, before peeling out and roaring back into the down town area. He stopped outside a building, one that looked like it had definitely seen better days. Many of the upperfloors had collapsed in on themselves, and random pieces of the building were scattered about. Saio had surmised that the building had once been a hotel. He climbed the stairs, and kicked on a generator sitting in the hall. He smiled as the lights clicked on, some dangling from the ceiling. He walked to the balcony, and looked out across the city. "I wonder..." he said out loud. "What's so important that only I was qualified for the job?"

it's three in the morning here, so i will start this later... probably around midnight my time. I need sleep -_-; and i have to work second shift tomorrow...

very good people. Name: Saio Uzu Age: 25 Gender: Male Prosthetics: His brain was placed within a new body, but his new body was made using his own genetic code, so it feels more natural to him. Height: 5'8" Weight: 255 lbs History: He's a feral child, as it were. His body is still that of an 18 year old model, he never upgraded after that. He's a mutant by birth, and possesses psycho-kinetic abilities. He was made in a lab useing a synthetic protoplasm, and then was severly injured at a young age, and was placed into the next most advance prosthetic body available. He has lived his life as a tool, but recently, he became independant, and chose to return to his native land of Japan, to help those in need. Personality: He's bright and freindly, and always more than ready for action. But even still, he has a cool head, and when cornered, his core temp runs just a little bit colder.

Welcome to the year 2132, and the world is in a very sad state. The supposed apocalypse has come, in the guise of war and disease. The majority of the world has fallen, leaving people to struggle to survive in a world gone horribly wrong. In the year 2103, disease ripped apart the nations of Russia, The United States, Japan, Korea, France, Germany, and Canada. Wars soon broke out, the cause was fear of the unknown disease. But just as it sprung up, so too did it die out, leaving entire cities wiped out, the ruins all but forgotten. In the year 2110, humanity began to rebuild, to make homes and cities. Only a mere 43% remained. Humans are hardy creatures, it's written into them to survive. And, as Humans persevered into the future, technology shot forth, unbridled in the advancements. One of human kind's greatest cities, Nar, is the pinnacle of society. It is the center of science and commerce. Bu, the outside world is vast, and curiosity and history speak for themselves.As such, humans began to adopt, and explore the once familiar world, now filled with hostile life. Those who were brave enough to go into the world, despite the danger, were often former mercenaries, as well as well paid to bring back data for scientists. But, in 2120, it was realized that certain problems were growing in the 'Old World', the land uninhabited by society. Nuclear weapons, lying untouched, were being seized, and the world held ransom. But as it was so dangerous, people emerged to rectify those problems, though, that was not the original use for them, as they were simply free lance archeolgists, and treasure hunters. The people themselves often come from various backgrounds. Some are elite mercenaries, some are wild life conservationalists, genetically enginered life forms, cyborgs, and even bureaucrats. And there are those yet from even odder backgrounds. But, they work for their own means, and, if while out doing what hired to do, they get their own desires fulfilled, so much the better. But, recently, many are being recruited for a mission like no other. The retrival of several key nuclear powered ships, reactors, and several priceless paintings. Also, while on the mission, record what is seen, and the condition of major structures through out the world. The money is good, and going is tough. Are you ready to step up? Okay, as stated, this rpg is about people going into the desecrated world to find whatever they have been assigned to bring back. You may be anything you wish, within reason. Weapons, again, anything within reason, though of course, this is the future. Here is your sign up: Name: Anything goes here Age: 11 to 35 Gender: Self explanitory. Height: Weight: Prosthetics: Here, if your character has any robotic parts, or even if the character's brain is in a fully prosthetic body. Keep in mind, prosthetics in this are running along the lines of the Ghost in the Shell anime. History: What brought your character to this? what, if anything, caused your character to receive prosthetic body parts? Personality: Again, Self Explanitory kay people..... let's go treasure hunting!

Name: ZX4D87-17 XEN 'Aric Asakura' Age:17 Gender: male Race: Artificial Bio-mechanical Android Personality: Wild, obnoxious, and loud, he's actually sweet hearted and sensitive. Not willing to share his past with anyone, people often are mislead to believe he's a human, the older people that know him sometimes think he has a prosthetic body, forever looking young. But looks can be deceiving. One of the most advanced robots ever known, and yet he hides his true self from the world, afraid of being shunned because he was not like others. He's a party boy, and can drink anyone under the table. He's flambouyantly gay, but he never actually comes out and says it. He's a techno fanatic, often he can be found dancing at a club of some kind. He's also known for dressing like a woman and going to parties, just for shock value. He's not an avid crossdresser, he's just having fun, and very comfortable with himself. He's only serious when he needs to be, and is more cut throat than even the most blood thirsty. Otherwise, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He's terrified of bugs, especially spiders. Physical Description: When not in his work uniform, consisting of black dress pants, a white dress shirt, apron, and bow tie, he's dressed in a loose fitting pair of traditional japanese attire pants,, and a white wife beater shirt with a short cropped long sleeved jacket. Often, he's in a kimono, looking like a blast from the past, but wearing short boots. His hair is a short, spiky, blue number, and with a bright pink highlight. He weighs 170 lbs, though his appearence definitely belies it. He's slim, but still has a touchof musclular definity. Occupation: Waiter Backstory and abilities: Created originally as a military weapon, He was one of the ZX type models, and was programmed with the directive of creativity and life, instead of simply following orders. But, even still, he does have a combat protocol installed, as well as several standard parts other androids don't have, one of the benefits of being one of the ZX types. His creator, Doctor Fredrik Asakura, kept Aric as a son, and so they have a father son relationship. But, the doctor worked long hours and seldom came home. They moved to the colony in the hopes that they would spend more time together. Aric is a remarkable achievement of human technology, but he chooses not to reveal it. A pinnacle of robotics, and artificial intelligence. He can think for himself, eat, breathe, and simulate ALL other aspects of the human body. Aside from a few functions, he's able to pass himself off as just another human. But, even still, he is a machine. He modified himself somewhat, installing a limiter override, activated by speaking a set word. His combat protocol is efficient, monitoring and holding him back to reserve power and strength, and makes him ideal for hand to hand combat situations. When his limiter is released, all of that is thrown out the window, and he can litterally become a one man wrecking crew. He is a master if several languages, and is able to mentally converse with machines and other computers, and manipulate them wirelessly, if they are capable of receiving such signals. Otherwise, he has to connect himself to them. As such, he can download information vital to the survival of man. Several times stronger than any human, and programed to act as human as possible. When his limiter is released, his body temperature sky rockets, melting away parts of his flawless skin, often enough burning away his clothing as well. When forced to flee his home, he decides he is going to fight, to protect all he holds dear, especially his father, now head of the ship's engineering.

OOC a little longer, please

Painful Princess So afraid to open your eyes, So fearful of hurting Or so you dare claim. Yet all you do is hurt yourself Some one please help you, I'm begging for hopes and dreams All I really want But I can't save you now. If I only knew What you would do to me If I only knew that all you do is hurt But even if I did, I'd do it all over again. I know you're lost, I know you're hurting But you're trapped within a delusion. Because you are a painful princess. I once wanted to be there for you always I wanted to be there for you when you cried I wanted to love you always. But you hurt me so much, And destroyed all of that. As much as I want to say this is all your fault As you did bring this on yourself, It also takes two to tango. Because you are my painful princess You belong to pain, And pain belongs to you You hurt me because I was the only one there Beause I was the only one who wouldn't leave you So you hurt me until I did Feels like the pain will never end. But I guess nothing was real after all, I know you beleive that, it wasn't real all along. So nothing was lost But alone is where you belong. And so I left you then I refused to remain there amidst the hurt you inflict. But yet while I still I love you I won't be held down Chained to the painful princess you've become. Because I love you I've let go of you I won't be there for you to hurt. No more am I a punching bag for you No more sorrows inflicted by you It's such a relief. You attempt impossibilities, Just for the pain of the failure Just so you could be miserable To drown out your will to fly, Because within the darkness you know yourself, Finding your place amidst the ashes of pain and hurt. I can't hold onto you, But I don't want to forget our memories, I wonder what's wrong with me? I don't want to say goodbye, But I have to break free But I've forgiven you after all, Anything is better than to let you be alone. So I let you have my sweet surrender. But I can not allow you with me. All is still lost I can't let you remain in my life. In my dreams I still give you all of my love My heart never broken But while I live among the daylight, I will not be there for you. Not any more, My darling painful princess So thus is the painful princess I still hear your laughter in my ears A sweet sound I'll never try to push away Never in all my years I still treasure the memories we made No matter how hard I try to forget They say love is thine sweetest woe And thine most joyful sorrow They are so right. It feels almost like God sat the world on me Don't come to me, I can't fix you If you loved me Then prove it But it hurts too bad, With all my screaming unheard Echoing forever through the void I still love you my princess But you are lost to me within the cold I'm still grieving, Lost and bleeding still from your lash Heaven please shine down on me Guide me now to the path that is right. All my life I will wait For some one to come and save you Right or wrong, I can't let go of the fear I'm lost with out you. Some one please help me now. Now my feelings surge Anger has returned, and it's baring all its teeth And as mush as I wish I could find the words to make it all better I know it will never happen. So, grow up and and accept it. You'll never be in my life again I've locked the last door of my heart And all but you have a key. As much as I mourn the loss of your so called love, It will never be. But yet no matter how hard I tried You kept pushing me away Because you wanted your misery over happiness There's no talking to you But when all is said and done You're going to be the lonely one You'll be the one left behind. And after all you put me through You'd think I'd despise you But in the end I still love you But oh no Don't get me wrong my sweet, I won't take the pain you inflict Not any more But you did make me stronger You made me believe in myself Why can't you do the same? I remember why Such a foolish question to ask The answer right in front of me. You love your misery too much Now you think you hold the knife of my undoing You think you stab me But all you do is scratch me. You think you hurt me, When you do nothing of the sort. What's going to make you realize That you can't hurt me any more? And what's going to hurt you, And make you furious, In your endless circle of pain Just like what I've been saying, Is that you won't stop me. I hear your going around Playing the victim now, Making people beleive you were the right one, As you've convinced yourself, But don't even go thinking I'm the one to blame Because you got bitten by your own ploy And yet even I can admit this isn't all your doing. And still if that's the role you're going to play Then you can keep it, Because you are the victim of yourself. There is no turning back. I thought I saw the good in you, Which is why I stayed all this time But it was all unjustly imaged And helped me to not see the truth Pretending I was blind to it In part because I had such faith in you You disguised your real self By living in denial And convincing yourself that you were right And yet I repeat In the end You'll see you can't stop me. Now I will tell you I don't want your hand I don't want to let myself fall before you And yet its killing me Feeling like I'm falling forever You used to seem so strong And yet made me so unsure of myself It was almost like drowning Drowning in your misery You poor sweet pathetic princess Dry your eyes Rid them of the tears I won't fall for them Not after all of the pain You live to break me And love to hate me, Don't you, princess? Don't deny it, You better remember I'm sick of it all. I had enough. But you probably think I'l just come back to you. Oh no. But is it still too late to survive your own mistakes? I can only hope they haven't spelled your fate, And it hurts to feel that way Well now its your turn And about damn time. And now I have some clarity, I don't know why it took all this time I don't know why you're this way You'll never be happy Not because I'll be making it that way, But because you'll be hurting them like you did me All you do is instigate And it's always me that falls And thus I just scream, It echoes in my head, I didn't know what to do. But now I see the light. Don't cry to me You loved me? Then you would have meant all of your apologizes. Don't make me laugh. It's all pissing me off. You selfishly hate yourself And take it out on me. And for trying to say you were a wonder, You hurt me worse than anyone ever had. I must be a fool for taking so much. No wonder you're so jaded But maybe one day you can remember yourself. I thought I knew you You were always by my side, Always down for a ride But i was such a fool But thanks for making things so clear I think it was always a ploy to backstab me Well congrats It worked But its only made me stronger. I'm a fighter, Didn't you know that? Did you think I'd wither up and die? That I'd die a pretty little death? Think again. I thought I'd forget, But I'll remember I used to go with your flow I didn't really care about me. But never again. I won't bow to make it easy for you to hurt me. My lonliness without you won't hurt me. So here I go, On my own. I don't need anybody, Not anybody like you. Sorry that you just can't see What you once meant to me But your head's up in space. You need to come back down to earth Sorry princess you've missed out Well tough luck You brought this on yourself This is how the story ends. I don't need your pain I don't need to be there for you If all I'll get is you lashing out at me You drove me away And I hope it made you happy. Ashes to ashes Dust to dust So to have we parted There's no fixing things You took my heart beat from me You stabbed it for me But now I'm stronger And you'll never hurt me again. After all, You are the painful princess. That's all you're good for. When I walked away, I hoped you would one day feel what I did. So now I go, And regardless of anything the future holds, It doesn't scare me at all. Nothing's like before. I hate you And I love you. I wish I could just choose one. And even after all this I know you still are clueless, After all, You are the painful princess. So let me spell it out for you It's over. I don't need you any more, My darling painful Princess okay... poetry is art right? here it is

The lone boy looked up into the sky, it was a beautuful and starry night. Off in the distance, he could hear a rushing waterfall. Mist began to come into the settimg, and he smiled, knowing the presence. "Hello, Kasumi." The woman behind him smiles. "I see you still can't be taken by surprise." She launched herself at him, and he rolled backwards, barely missing her blade. He swing up on his hands, and launching himself into a growing tree. he rises abover her, and she come full force at him, slicing the tree down. AS it falls, he leaps at her, kicking her sword to the side, and bringing the sword to his hand and to her neck, only to find she's not there anymore. " You never were an easy target," she says, from above him, standing on a branch. "Not bad, for a Copy. "No, and you were always readble." He returns to his spot over looking the valley. "At least to you." She steps down from the rocks, and comes to sit beside the boy. "So, what's up?" The girl looked ageless, she could have been as young as 16, or as old as 20. it was impossible to tell. She wore a simple shinobi's attire, in shades of light purple. her hair was the same color, and it flattered her asian features. She sighed. "Eros has made his move. I am bringing everyone together. You... may not be the origional, but you are still Xen." "I see. Then it's to the School, then?" "Yes. There is a plane awaiting you on return to the city. I must find the others." "Fine." The mist clears out, and she is gone. "So.... Eros is still alive...." Xen mutters. He taps his earring, and speaks. "Sister, you're not going to beleive whats going on. OOC: okay, the first post must have Kasumi visitng you. I don't care what hapens, just make your way to the school after her appearence

Name: Eri Age: 21 Codename: Poison Ivy Power: Able to contol plants and such. He can make plants do anything he wants, but he can never make lemons grow for some reason. Personality: Polite yet oddly cool torwards people, exept his sister. He will not hesitate to address a problem, and will speak his mind, regardless of other people liking it or not. He's nice enough, but more cut throat than anyone will ever believe. He's a serious guy, and he often retreats to his own sanctuary within his own green house, to be alone to mull over things. His sister is never far, and he holds her more dear than aything else in this world. Combat Style: Unknown. Several distinctive techniques have been witnessed, so it is assumed he has mixed them together in his own way. History: He and his sister were orphaned at a young age, and they always sought to protect one another, and are always together. They have always tried their hardst to survive, so when they were picked up by the government, they were happy to finally have a place to call home. Since, they have grown up in the military, working beside others with special talents to silence monsters and other threats. However, when he took a mision alone, he went to tokyo, and failed it. as a result, he was infected by ERos, and resorted to making a copy of himself, his origional becoming the monster that now reigns over it. He has told no one, not even those closest to him.

Painful Princess So afraid to open your eyes, So fearful of hurting Or so you dare claim. Yet all you do is hurt yourself Some one please help you, I'm begging for hopes and dreams All I really want But I can't save you now. If I only knew What you would do to me If I only knew that all you do is hurt But even if I did, I'd do it all over again. I know you're lost, I know you're hurting But you're trapped within a delusion. Because you are a painful princess. I once wanted to be there for you always I wanted to be there for you when you cried I wanted to love you always. But you hurt me so much, And destroyed all of that. As much as I want to say this is all your fault As you did bring this on yourself, It also takes two to tango. Because you are my painful princess You belong to pain, And pain belongs to you You hurt me because I was the only one there Beause I was the only one who wouldn't leave you So you hurt me until I did Feels like the pain will never end. But I guess nothing was real after all, I know you beleive that, it wasn't real all along. So nothing was lost But alone is where you belong. And so I left you then I refused to remain there amidst the hurt you inflict. But yet while I still I love you I won't be held down Chained to the painful princess you've become. Because I love you I've let go of you I won't be there for you to hurt. No more am I a punching bag for you No more sorrows inflicted by you It's such a relief. You attempt impossibilities, Just for the pain of the failure Just so you could be miserable To drown out your will to fly, Because within the darkness you know yourself, Finding your place amidst the ashes of pain and hurt. I can't hold onto you, But I don't want to forget our memories, I wonder what's wrong with me? I don't want to say goodbye, But I have to break free But I've forgiven you after all, Anything is better than to let you be alone. So I let you have my sweet surrender. But I can not allow you with me. All is still lost I can't let you remain in my life. In my dreams I still give you all of my love My heart never broken But while I live among the daylight, I will not be there for you. Not any more, My darling painful princess So thus is the painful princess I still hear your laughter in my ears A sweet sound I'll never try to push away Never in all my years I still treasure the memories we made No matter how hard I try to forget They say love is thine sweetest woe And thine most joyful sorrow They are so right. It feels almost like God sat the world on me Don't come to me, I can't fix you If you loved me Then prove it But it hurts too bad, With all my screaming unheard Echoing forever through the void I still love you my princess But you are lost to me within the cold I'm still grieving, Lost and bleeding still from your lash Heaven please shine down on me Guide me now to the path that is right. All my life I will wait For some one to come and save you Right or wrong, I can't let go of the fear I'm lost with out you. Some one please help me now. Now my feelings surge Anger has returned, and it's baring all its teeth And as mush as I wish I could find the words to make it all better I know it will never happen. So, grow up and and accept it. You'll never be in my life again I've locked the last door of my heart And all but you have a key. As much as I mourn the loss of your so called love, It will never be. But yet no matter how hard I tried You kept pushing me away Because you wanted your misery over happiness There's no talking to you But when all is said and done You're going to be the lonely one You'll be the one left behind. And after all you put me through You'd think I'd despise you But in the end I still love you But oh no Don't get me wrong my sweet, I won't take the pain you inflict Not any more But you did make me stronger You made me believe in myself Why can't you do the same? I remember why Such a foolish question to ask The answer right in front of me. You love your misery too much Now you think you hold the knife of my undoing You think you stab me But all you do is scratch me. You think you hurt me, When you do nothing of the sort. What's going to make you realize That you can't hurt me any more? And what's going to hurt you, And make you furious, In your endless circle of pain Just like what I've been saying, Is that you won't stop me. I hear your going around Playing the victim now, Making people beleive you were the right one, As you've convinced yourself, But don't even go thinking I'm the one to blame Because you got bitten by your own ploy And yet even I can admit this isn't all your doing. And still if that's the role you're going to play Then you can keep it, Because you are the victim of yourself. There is no turning back. I thought I saw the good in you, Which is why I stayed all this time But it was all unjustly imaged And helped me to not see the truth Pretending I was blind to it In part because I had such faith in you You disguised your real self By living in denial And convincing yourself that you were right And yet I repeat In the end You'll see you can't stop me. Now I will tell you I don't want your hand I don't want to let myself fall before you And yet its killing me Feeling like I'm falling forever You used to seem so strong And yet made me so unsure of myself It was almost like drowning Drowning in your misery You poor sweet pathetic princess Dry your eyes Rid them of the tears I won't fall for them Not after all of the pain You live to break me And love to hate me, Don't you, princess? Don't deny it, You better remember I'm sick of it all. I had enough. But you probably think I'l just come back to you. Oh no. But is it still too late to survive your own mistakes? I can only hope they haven't spelled your fate, And it hurts to feel that way Well now its your turn And about damn time. And now I have some clarity, I don't know why it took all this time I don't know why you're this way You'll never be happy Not because I'll be making it that way, But because you'll be hurting them like you did me All you do is instigate And it's always me that falls And thus I just scream, It echoes in my head, I didn't know what to do. But now I see the light. Don't cry to me You loved me? Then you would have meant all of your apologizes. Don't make me laugh. It's all pissing me off. You selfishly hate yourself And take it out on me. And for trying to say you were a wonder, You hurt me worse than anyone ever had. I must be a fool for taking so much. No wonder you're so jaded But maybe one day you can remember yourself. I thought I knew you You were always by my side, Always down for a ride But i was such a fool But thanks for making things so clear I think it was always a ploy to backstab me Well congrats It worked But its only made me stronger. I'm a fighter, Didn't you know that? Did you think I'd wither up and die? That I'd die a pretty little death? Think again. I thought I'd forget, But I'll remember I used to go with your flow I didn't really care about me. But never again. I won't bow to make it easy for you to hurt me. My lonliness without you won't hurt me. So here I go, On my own. I don't need anybody, Not anybody like you. Sorry that you just can't see What you once meant to me But your head's up in space. You need to come back down to earth Sorry princess you've missed out Well tough luck You brought this on yourself This is how the story ends. I don't need your pain I don't need to be there for you If all I'll get is you lashing out at me You drove me away And I hope it made you happy. Ashes to ashes Dust to dust So to have we parted There's no fixing things You took my heart beat from me You stabbed it for me But now I'm stronger And you'll never hurt me again. After all, You are the painful princess. That's all you're good for. When I walked away, I hoped you would one day feel what I did. So now I go, And regardless of anything the future holds, It doesn't scare me at all. Nothing's like before. I hate you And I love you. I wish I could just choose one. And even after all this I know you still are clueless, After all, You are the painful princess. So let me spell it out for you It's over. I don't need you any more, My darling painful Princess

this is based on an idea that no matter what happens, one must persevere. As such, the trials the characters face will be difficult beyond anything.

interesting...... anyone else? this will start in one week.

interesting..... but how did your character become free? he had to become free to make a copy....... and all copies are made from those who were taken by Eros....... anyone else going to play?

Awoken in a time of great evil, there are those who are guided only by the light of their own hearts. They fight to keep the evil at bay, the darkness that consumes people, making them slaves to it. They are fighters who possess various ablities that aid them in battle with the devouring darkness. There are those who weild fire, water, air, earth, metal, electcity, plants, ice, illusions, and other gifts. Conventional weapons don't work against the adversary these talanted children are up against. The villian has a name. Eros Mishroft. It is said Eros was driven insane, and weilded all the powers of darkness. Some say it's a copy of himself doing all of this, that the original died. Others still say he went insane after losing everything in the last great war. No one knows for sure, there are no surviving members of his family. People fight for what they believe in, or to protect something. They weild whatever they have at their own disposal, whether it be power, or firepower, swords, and the like. It doesn't matter why they fight, it matters that they do, for their loved nes, for their hopes, for their dreams, and for the right to live and be free. Even those who are broken will fight for a reason. Such is the fate of those with power. But, the evil perversing the world is not without its means of dealing with such people with special talents. Those it consumes, what were once ordinary people, just trying to live their lives, to eek out their existance, become Nightmares, their originals long gone, their souls trapped inside their husks. With eyes of black and skin of grey, the forsaken Nightmares are hell bent on destruction. They ceaselessly venture to destroy others, and make them into likenesses of themselves. Desectrated bodies, they can not die, unless the body is completly destroyed. Nightmares resemble who they once were, but share nothing with that person. Mindlessly, they seek to destroy, for that is all they are themselves. Then there are Echoes, those who retain some intellect and a part of their minds after Eros has tainted them. While they do not know who they were, they are capable of some module thought, and passing themselves off as human. Echoes possess the ability to transform, changing from a human likeness, into something not even remotely homosapien. Rarely do they display any power beyond telekinesis. They usually control the hoardes of Nightmares, acting rather like generals. But in truth, they are no different from the Nightmares they control. A copy is a copy of a person, made with all their powers. It's not nessessarily a fake, but it's not the original. The copy is their power, Often, those who weild supernatural powers and are tainted by Eros make copies of themselves before they are completly turned. And, if the original is taken by the darkness, the copy is there, they themselves the power they weild. A copy can only be made when the orginal is tainted by Eros, using the powers that change them into Nightmares. A copy while yet an individual,the original unable to control it, will always have a connection to its original, so as thus, it is also inheritantly tainted as well, and new copies will have to be spawned, and the first copy destroyed before it has the chance to completly turn. Copies who are tainted, and fail to kill themselves, often become monsters weilding the very powers that spawned the copy itself. A copy's power will always pale in comparison to it's original. Yet there are stories of those who have seen Originals thought to have been taken by Eros that are simply spellbound, prisoners within shells and encased, their powers drained and used, Eros being unable to fully corrupt them.The people who have seen this have been few and far between, which is why such stories are regarded as myths. Eros has begun his movements. He's been tracked by the alarming numbers of missing people through The eastern parts of Canada, into the United States, and then Europe, central Asia, and then to Japan. He's seemingly been visiting places of interest, and devastated areas of certain countries, especially those from the last world war. He has been tracked to the ruins New York City, his former home, where it is not known what he plans to do. A group of people, hailing from all over the world, and both blessed and cursed by their supernatural gifts, have been brought together as a special ops team to bring Eros down. Raised since children to be unstoppable, they are humanity's last and only hope. The military have given these special people codenames for identification, as well as individualized tattoos and barcodes marking them as property of the military. Each member has a codename that syncronizes with their power. Each is powerful in their own right., but they need spirtual training to better weild and control their powers, such as various forms of martial arts. As such, they have varying styles of hand to hand combat, incorporating their own personalities and powers to make their own form of the martial art they were trained in. Eros and his madness, and that of his subordinates, have taken over certain areas of the world. A plant monster has taken over Tokyo, Japan, making it a kind of jungle, the city claimed by floral yet deadly vegetation. Paris, France, is now an aquatic domain, a water demon having claimed it. Honolulu, Hawaii has been claimed by a demon said to have been born of fire. The world's once greatest cities have become domains of monsters who bow only to Eros.They control the populus of people there, enslaving them, changing them into monsters. This is truely humanity's darkest hour. The students of this special school were released, to pursue their own lives, the hope remaining that this moment would never come. But, as they were trained for this, so thus has fate insured that they would be used in battle. Even though they had all hoped that they would never have to fight, they all honed their skills even after school, in private away from the public eye.The first and last line of defense has been summoned. Do they have what it takes to save the last of humanity? Mlitary Codenames and the powers coinciding with it: Tempest: wind. Burn: fire. Cascade: water Quake: earth Poison Ivy: plants Psycho: psionic abilities Frost:ice Agent Paper: able to use paper in any way you wish Copycat: able to use other people's powers for a short time after physical touch Dark Cloud: one who controls the weather Puppeteer: Ablity to manipulate and control computerized mechanical objects Blast Radius: Able to create explosive objects at will If someone has an idea of their own powers, let me know and i will add it as well as a code name for it. okay peeps, the story has been laid out. You are one of the special children. Keepin mind you have a special barcode tatooed somewhere on your body. If you are a copy, you stillhave it. here is the sign up: Name: Age 14 to 21 Codename Power: I expect a through definition of your power. Personality: Style of combat: Describe what kind of maritial arts you were trained in, as well as your over all fighting style History: Describe who you are because of your past, and if you are a copy, describe what happened to your origional There you have it..... sign up and let's have some fun!

Zane woke from his slumber with another spasm, and he jolted up, yelling out. When able to catch his breath, he looked to see everyone looking at him funny. "What? Never seen someone wake up from a nightmare?" Alex spoke up. "Zane? You don't look so well." "What?" Zane looked at everyone, they were all eyeballing him. Mycella had woken as well, and was making her way to him, an expresion of concern on her face. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She demands, kneeling down to feel his forehead. "My god, you're colder than ice!" "Um...." Zane looked himself over, to see his skin was a ghastly shade of white, his veins were a bright blue and showing through his skin. "I just don't like flying..." "Yeah, whatever. When we land you are resting. You are not at all able to handle what we're going up against, judging from the way you look." Zane sits back in his seat, knowing she was right. "Fine. When we land, I'll check into a hotel, and rest some. If Nightmare's watching our everymove, he'll be attracted to us..... it might be a break we need to bring him down." "Don't be so cocky....." Mycella snorts, before returning to her seat. "So help me, if you don't take it easy for the rest of the flight, I'll roast you alive..." Zane sighs, and looks to nanashi. Nanashi's expression tells Zane everything he needs to know. Nanashi was reading him, and Zane's expression darkens. Zane responds by flipping him the bird with a smile, and Nanashi turns back around. Zane slumped down, he didn't like this at all. He was going the way his predessessors did, he needed to rest for a day, he had been awfully harsh on himself lately, and it was definitly taking it's toll.

A sudden jolt through Zan'e body makes him spasm, his cry muffled by the pillow. Removing the pillow from his head, he looks to see Nanashi boarding the plane. Another spasm rocks his body. He clenches his teeth and fists. After which, he breathes heavily, and sits back. He moves to stand, but falls forward. His quiet agony went unnoticed, much to his releif. He stands, and waves his hands around, and realizes he's bleeding. His eyes widen, when he sees his blood is thick and syrupy, and a deep green, like the sap from a plant. He hurridly sits down, and wraps his hand in a bandage. [I] "Not again....."[/I] He thinks, almost panicing. He looks around, his mindset hopefully not attracting Nanashi. He sighed. He'd be fine for awhile, but soon enough his skin would be taking on a rather grey tone. He closed his eyes, and sighed. "Damn it all...." He mutered. He stod up, and walkever to Mycella. "How long is this flight going to take?" "A few hours. Why?" "Just wondering." Zane glanced at his hand, and she caught the motion, but knowing Zane wasn't going to reveal what had happened, she said nothing. "Well, we're going to be taking off soon, get back to your seat." "Yeah.... Well, when we get there I need a few hours to get ready." Mycella's brows wrinkle. "Why? You've never neded to before.." "Things change. I have to feel out the plant life, to see if it is being tainted. If i find darkness within the life of the plant, then I know where Nightmare is." "Fine. We rest when we get there, to prepare more so for our battles." "Good. I expect you to be in full power when we move in on our target." "Understood." Zane turns sway, looking at his hand. Already, there was slight seepage. He sighed, and walked back, willing the wound closed. As he removes the bandage, the wound disapears, as if it has never happened. Feling exausted, he slumps back, and places the pilow over his head. He could manage to look normal for awhile, but he knew he'd be cutting it close. If the others found out..... He shookhimself off, and drifted away into sleep

Zane sighs, and boards the plane. Giveing Mycella a relaxed salute, he moves away from the others, and broods in the back. His expression is vacant, and he opens his guitar case to feel around for his music player. He looks down, and sees a little baggy with an earring in it, and he picks it up. "Pretty." 'Love, Yumiko' is written in kanji on the bag. He fastens the earring to his ear, and then he is almost deafened by Yumiko. "Gyah!" Everyone whirls around, and Zanse blushes madly, slumping down in his seat. "Yumiko! What the hell?" "It's our new comunications device!" Yumiko pauses. "I dn't know if all of your team members are going to get one, but we have these so now we can talk whenever we want." "Meanwhile, everyone thing's i've gone nuts!" "Yeah well screw 'em." "Fine. Whatever." "Well, I have training, so I'l talk to you later." "Later" Zane sighes, and puts a pillow over his head. "This is going to nbe a long flight....

Zane moves over to Mycella, his expression toubled. "Something else bothering you, Zane?" "Yes...." He looks away from her, for once he wasn't smiling. Mycella eyes narrow. What ever it was, this was a big deal. "Where's Yumiko?" "I asked her to head back to Japan. She wouldn't lie to me... so I told her to protect our home." Zane Waves his hands over the ground, and several tea plants grow instantly. Zane mulches them, and a huge gourd like plant pours hot water into to two tea cups, and he places the mulched leaves into them. "So.. what's the matter?" Zane sighed, and several lotus blooms spring up from their feet.He looked out the panes of glass that made up the roof. "It's about Yumiko." Mycella cocks her head, and her eyes widen. Zane has closed his eyes, and a single tear has fallen down his temple and landed on the ground, causing a pale opalescent blue flower to bloom. "You're crying...." "Mycella.... I... I don't think I'll becoming back from this mission." He takes a deep rasping breathe, and looks deep into her eyes. Several more tears fall. "I'm scared, Mycella," He all but whispers. "I'm terrified of leaving everyone.... even though they all are too wrapped up in themselves to care about anyone else. I still care about everyone...." He begins to shake, and Mycella moves to put her arms around him. He sobs into her shoulder, completely breaking down. All the strength he portrayed was gone. He was a simple person, under the strains of something no normal person would have to deal with. "Zane... It's okay.... We'll all be fine....We'll look out for one another, you've always been good at that. I can remember a time or two where you either saved me from bad situations or patched me up..." Zane looks up, tears streaming down his face. "Really?" His voice is small, but it sounds hopeful. "Zane, you'e always been there for everyone, regardless of if they like it or not."She chuckles a little. Zane realizes she's acting maternal, like a mother. No wonder she could offer such comfort. Zane puls away, smiling now. "Yeah. I'm sorry for the water works." Mycella waves it off. "It's fine. You know damn well you can come to me with a problem." She cups her hands around the tea cup, and smells the aromas coming from it. "Your teas are always the best... Come on... Drink up!" She takes a deep sip of it, her expression like she's in heaven. Zane smiles genuinely. "Well, I asked you here to do me a favor." "And that is?" "If anything happens to me....." Zane takes a drink of his own tea, as if to build up his nerve. "Would you look after Yumiko? You are the only person I would ever trust with this... You have the presteige of beling like an older sister to me." He takes another drink. "I.... I couldn't bear to leave y sister all alone in this world. Not like we felt before. We are all each other have, and I will not let her ever be alone anymore." "Zane...." Mycella's eyes water up, she'd never been adressed as such. "Yes... If you feel so strongly." "Good. Then I have no fears." They drink tea for awhile longer, talking about their 'vacation' from the school, what they've done, what tey do for a living, various things, before turning in for the night. ----------------------- Dawn comes far too soon. Zane makes his way to the hangar, thinking. [I]Don't we have better funding than this?[/I] He sighs, and waits for everyone ele to arrive, leaning against the wall, and crossing his arms, entertaining himself with his 'combat flowers' little flowers that fight amongst themselves, like mortal combat or something. He used this to train his mind, s he could multi task better with his powers.

Wow, i honestly didn't expect so many unique responses. I honestly only expected one or two and that was the extent. I'm happy i was able to read so many unique perspective, even though some made no sense.:animeswea But, people should be free to entwine the threads of fate any way they wish, should they not? Once the threads of fate ARE entwined, they can never be undone. The pursuit of love, regardless of gender, is in itself in my opinion, a crock, but one i will not admit being above. It's a hope, to find one who loves you regardless of any 'quirks' That and of itself, it's a dream, a romantic dream with a pretty song. To me, it's sickeningly sweet, and i turn off the TV in disgust, because I don't want to admit I too one day dream of finding that love so deeply expressed, and I want all those corny things done for me. I don't care for them, but it makes me feel cared for. I know that sounds odd, or it makes no sense, but does love itself make sense? Love is love, why and how can people condem it? Isn't love one of the most beautiful pains anyone can ever have??? 'Love is thy sweetest sorrow, and thy most woeful joy'