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Anya smile, and she watched the two vampires rip things apart. They were sodden with blood, but she was busy with her own fights. A demon charged her, but she backflipped away, slamming the toes of her boots into the demon. She heard and felt the crunch of bone, and so she reared up and charged. Grasping the demon while it was stunned, she ripped it's head off and threw it at Holden. "Prick!" She yelled, and charged at him. He waved his hand, a spell glyph appearing in the air. Anya ducked and dodged, and managed to avoid the spell caster. "Think I'll go down that easy? Think again, prick!"

"I'm with Zeke. Lyon, you come too." Anya said. "We only need about three of us, the rest can stay to protect the ship." Zeke nodded. "Think you can handle it, Kilo?" "Of course. I've handled worse." "Good to hear." Zeke replied. "Let's get moving." Burt snorted. "I'm coming with. You need me to get the pats we need for the ship." "Fine." Anya said. "Be sure to keep down. Us machines can take a lot more that you humans. And, to top that off, you were just injured in our last fray. Let's try to avoid you getting killed next time, okay?" Zeke nodded. "Yeah, because I don't have any clothing apropriate for funerals." Burt blinked. "Way to show you care, Zeke. We could all get killed and you're fretting over your wardrobe?" "Sure, we'll go with that." Zeke strutted off to the cargo bay, and the others followed, shaking their heads. Zeke was Zeke, afterall. They all knew Zeke was the most protective of them, and he was just being catty. They walked to the cargo bay, the contents turned all around. The others were already there, trying to sort through the jumbled mess. "Hey, Kurai! Think you can help us get a hover platform out of all of this?" Anya asked, eyeballing one of the many they had. "Heah." They all walked over, and Zeke held up his hand. "Let me see if I can get it moving." His eyes glowed a mechanical red as he used his telepresence functions. Anya hung back, watching him. She could hear a rattling, the hover platform was trying to start up, but something was grinding. It was stuck as it tried to move. Zeke's eyes stopped glowing, and he sighed. "It was worth trying...A fat lot of good it did..." "Don't worry about it." Anya said. CP came over, nodding. "We will need only one? Those parts we need are pretty big..." Zeke nodded. "Yeah. We should be good. The hover platforms are pretty big themselves." Zeke stopped. "You're talking!" "Yes...." Zeke shrugged. "Anyway, let's get this puppy moving." Anya agreed, and started moving things off of the hover. After removing things from the bottom of the platfirm, they started moving things from off of it. Turns out, there were metal poles jammed up into the hover mechanism. After that, they were good to go. "I'm driving." Anya said. "We don't need Zeke destroying our means of transportation...."

Dunan watched intently as Dawner and Dean fought. He didn't know what to do, and he sighed. He could feel the emotional turmoil inside Dawner's head, and yet, he was hesitant to get involved. "Aren't you going to help Dawner?" Anya asked. She was concerned for him. Anya could see all of his emotions on his face. She didn't have to be a mind reader to know what was going through his head. "Anya, Dawner and Dean are fighting harder than ever. Unfortunately, Cali is their opponent as well." Dunan closed his eyes. "I am hesitant to get involved, not because I don't want to, but because these are their battles." Anya shrugged."Their fights are personal? Come on, like you should use hat as an excuse for being scared." "It's not an excuse! And I'm not scared!" Anya smirked. "Then prove it, scaredy vamp." Anya's mental tactic worked, Dunan went full on charging into battle. Anya ran behind him, a smirk on her face. Dunan was so easy to play sometimes...

Anya looked on, smiling. "Well, we all choose our own names. We decided what to call ourselves. I think you should choose your name for yourself." The massive mech nodded. "May I have some time to think? I would like to be alone for a few moments." Zeke shrugged. "Eh, suit yourself." Zeke walked out of the room, to parts unknown. Anya watched Burt tick off the various components he would like to upgrade the mech with. Kilo moved to walk out of the room, to leave the mech alone to contemplate his name. Anya followed him out, removing a silver cigarette case from her jacket. She removed a thin paper tube filled with tobacco from it, and then a lighter. She lit up, and took a deep drag. "I never knew you smoked." Kilo remarked. "I do. It calms the nerves. For humans, the price of the calm is minutes of their lives taken away." "I see." Anya took another drag. She sighed. "I wonder where we're headed right now." "Levion or our next performance stop. One of the two." "Isn't Levion on the way?" Anya asked, unsure of their present position. It had been awhile since she'd been in this star quadrant. "Yes. I think so. We'll probably stop there first... Burt's being... over excitable, to say the least, about fixing the new guy." "And Zeke? What do you think he's going to do?" "He's biding his time. He'll make his move on the military on Rastor." Anya took another drag off of her cigarette. "We can hope he'll be smart about it." "He's a thinker when it comes to that kind of stuff, Anya. We both know he'd come back." Anya looked like she was about to shed a tear. "But, We also both know Zeke would fight an entire army on his own to keep everyone safe." Kilo shrugged. "And he'd destroy them all." Anya sighed. "I'm going to go to my room. I'll see you later." Anya walked over to a set of stairs, and proceeded up to her room, deep in thought.

I think we need to get some new rules. Inuyasha Fandom has a website, and thse are his rules. I think he'd be happy I was posting them, because they're funny as hell. Here are a few rules and guidelines for you to enjoy. 1. No picking of your nose. Just because we can't see you, doesn't mean it's not disgusting. If you must, please use a tissue to blow your nose, and dispose of it in the trash. 2. Remember, if your boobies jiggle suddenly, then it's the ghost. If your nuts jiggle, then stop playing with them. 3.Spamming is allowed, but only in the Chatterbox. Just be sure to shut up those damn poodles. 4. The calling each other of names is childish. If one does so, then risk being subjected to the same. If it continues, then the lot of you are idiots, and action will be taken, most likely involving feathers, handcuffs, and a very, very, rabid and depraved fangirl. 5. Opinions are just like armpits. Everyone usually has at least one and they usually stink. 6. ALL HAIL LORD ILLPALAZZO! 7. If you feel the need to **** me over, at least bring some lube and a condom. 8. INSERT BORING RULE HERE 9. SEE RULE NO. 8 10. Any disiplinary action will be taken before a committee of cows and milked to the point where even the cows will be mooing in pain. 11. If anyone wakes up with a hangover, it is everyone else's job in the Mansion to make sure that one person is miserable. 12. Apples and pin cushions are really the same thing. 13. Have some fun, and be sure to chuck pineapples at morons. 14. Use common sense people. 15. In anime porn, the cuter something is, the more likely it wil be horribly, horribly raped.... by really big tentacles.

what's in my wallet? How about my PURSE? Condoms An ancient talisman Inuyasha Fandom got me forever ago. He says it wards off evil. Then why doesn't it ward him off? :animesmil Melted hershey bar. Thank god it's still not opened. It's my emergency PMS medication...:animesmil My cell phone A business card belonging to this really sexy guy that works at sprint. It has his personal number on the back. Of course, he's not getting a call from me. my debit card four dozen random pens. I have no idea how i collected so many. They just seem to have made a nest... A buckeye. Inuyasha Fandom put it in there for some unknown reason. Eighteen old movie tickets my driver's liscence. a dozen miscellaneous receipts. Mace. four of them. Car keys. Yes, I dumped my purse to tell you this.

Anya took a hefty bite of her pizza, savoring the pepperoni and cheese and tomato sauce. "Delicious..." she commented. Zeke had already started in on his third slice from one of the many pizzas on the table. Anya heard someone running across the floor, and she turned to see Burt looking scared. "The high commander is passed out in the bathroom, I hit him with my wrench..." Anya snorted. "Well, we have the time. They won't move in on us while we're in public like this. Come on, help us finish the pizza." Burt looked completely in shock as the androids ate their pizza, almost as if they were unafraid of the military might. "Zeke, would you pass me the hot sauce?" Kilo asked, and Zeke handed it to him. "How can you all eat with the military on our heels?" Zeke shrugged. "Because. They would have seized the Carnival by now if they thought that's where we came from. More than likely, it was sheer bad luck. They won't have enough time to mobilize a force big enough to take us down. Probably, he reconized you, but not any of us. They never did bother to remember our faces. We're property to them. Regardless of our appearance, they dismissed us the first chance they got." Burt sighed. Anya lifted up a slice of sausage pizza. "Here... have some." Burt ate his slice, and watched the androids chat and be merry. CP was the only one brooding, eating his pizza. Anya laughed like she wasn't worried at all. Indeed, she wasn't. After about an hour, They were all done with their pizzas. Anya stood up. "Well, we know what's waiting for us. I suggest we head out back to the space port." "What? Why?" Burt asked. Anya shrugged. "Because they think we'll go back to whatever ship is ours. I'm willing to bet they're expecting that anyway. They want to nab us before we have a chance to get away. I doubt they realize which ship is ours. If they had been tailing us this whole time, we'd be hearing an explosion right now, trying to destroy our means of escape." Anya's mind was searching all possible probabilities of battle. "They'll ambush us at the space port. Most likely, it's been shut down for that purpose alone." Kilo nodded. "Good thing we were all military ops, right? We know they're every possible move." Zeke spoke. "Keep in mind they might realize this. They'll most likely treat capturing us like we're humans, thinking our A.I. has made us act completely like them." Burt nodded. "They thought that you guys would act human after escaping. They don't realize just what your full potential is." Anya nodded. "That is a pricey mistake. I hope they're willing to pay damages to the space port... this is going to get messy..."

Anya emerged from the shower, steam pouring out from the doorway. She pulled a tower from the rack beside it, wrapping it around her body. She grasped another towel, and began to dry her hair. She sat at her desk, hitting a button and accessing the terminal in it. Data appeared on the mirror, across her reflection. Anya used the console that popped out from under her desk to search through all of the data. She may have had her abilities at full capacity, but she was prone to use the console normally from time to time. There was a knock on the door. "Come in." Anya responded. A hesitant Burt opened the door. "Anya, were you going to go with the others to get some pizza?" "Calling us by our names, are you?" "A habit I'm developing." Anya leaned over on her desk, propping up her head on her arm. Her elbow rested on the desk's surface as her expression became that of amusement. "Yes, I was going to go. I was going to get dressed... but you came to my door." Anya stood, and placed the towel that had been on her head onto her bed. Burt was looking around her room. Anya smiled, following his gaze. Anya's room looked pretty plain. A simple box frame bed lied covered by a pale pink conforter, pillows against the simple head board. On Anya's desk lied photos of various people, all smiling and waving at the camera. There was an old wooden dresser against the wall, next to a wrap around couch facing a wall which bore a television on an entertainment center, also bearing movie players and such. Her walls were like that of the rest of the ship, a plain gun-metal gray. Anya stood, and walked over to her dresser, opening the top drawer. Anya removed a bra and a pair of panties, both of them looking more like lingerie than casual undergarments. "Wow, Anya... those are..." Burt struggled for something to call them. "Sexy." Anya smiled. "Are they? I just like them. I never think of them that way." Burt looked down at the floor, he now saw Anya was dressed only in a towel. "Anya? Um.... You're an older android...right? I don't know much about your type. Can you...er.... um...." Anya turned to Burt, her hand at the top of her towel in between her large breasts. "Well, come on, ask me the question." Her eyes narrowed again in amusement, a seductive smile on her face. "Were you... built... um.. anatomically correct?" Burt looked down at the floor, blushing faintly. Anya smiled. "Do you really want to know?" Anya pulled off her towel, and Burt's eyes bulged, taking in the sight of Anya naked. He whipped around, blushing furiously. "Did that satisfy your curiousity?" Anya chuckled. She looked down at her body. Indeed, she was anatomically correct. Um.. yeah.." Burt said, his back still turned to her. Anya dressed, getting into her usual attire, her thigh-high boots, her leather one piece, and a black leather jacket she wore open. She turned to Burt, who was still looking away. "I'm dressed now, Burt. You can look." Burt turned around, and sighed in relief that Anya wasn't naked still. "Come on, let's go see if Kilo's done showering. Then we can go get Zeke and any of the others if they're going."

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I am the crazy ***** known as ExcelExcel. I kick *** and take names later. Wanna fight? I don't care if I break a nail. In fact, I have an army of fairies to kick your *** for me. Of course, they'll probably beat you down with their purse, which feels like it contains bricks. Those cosmetics weigh a lot, you know? Plus, their boobs are probably in there half of the time.... Wanna fight a drag queen? Then pick a fight with me. He'll be so kind as to shove his high heels so far up your *** he'll be scraping your eyeballs off of them. Might I add, they're pink. Neon pink. And he'll look good in heels while kicking your ***. And you'll probably enjoy it, you dirty little closet case. Any questions? Blow me. I also enjoy hot candle wax, drinking, and over all being awesome.

Wow. ****** up. Anti-christ in a UFO?:hippy: dide, what hell kind of drugs is she snorting? Or smoking? I want to know so I know never to take it. And dear Jesus Christ, what the hell has she been watching? I think she's mixing up Armageddon with Left Behind. As well as gone off her rocker. Lovely combination, don't you think? I mean, it must be nice to live in her little world. NOT. I support your decision. She's on a never ending loop, and I know her too well myself. Crazy fat *** biotch. Odds are, she will try to kill you as well. You know this already, though, don't you? I don't have to be a mind reader to know that. Ashley, as is her real name, is ****ing nuts. There is no saving her. She is lost to the darkness, and you know that. I do too, I just don't ******** about it. She has perpetually proven this, time and time again. And don't get on me about 'respecting her privacy' or some ******** like that. **** HER. I HATE HER WITH A BURNING DESIRE TO SMITE HER WHERE SHE STANDS. Or wallows in her misery. Whichever. I don't care. I despise her, for everything she's done to you. She treated you like her dumping ground for all her emotional baggage. You were her punching bag anyway. Ashley ALWAYS goes off her meds eventually. She always goes off of them. She doesn't really care about anything other than what SHE deems acceptible. And obviously, you aren't in her eyes anymore. Sorry, but I can't say I feel the same way as she does. I say good riddance to the psycho *****. Even now, as you slumber in your room, you dream of her, of the happier times. Those are good memories, and you should cherish them. I know how difficult your life REALLY is. It does not do to dwell on dreams, however. Nor does it do to dwell on the past. She's let the one person who truly loved her slip away from her. Ashley is a ****ing head case. She's actually buying the **** she's spewing from her mouth, or as in this particular case, fingertips. I've never heard anything so ridiculous in my entire life. Gassed like a jew if not taken in the rapture, the Anti-Christ Showing up in a UFO...And Hillary being the president to welcome him. Dude, is she even listening to what the hell she's saying? I was laughing my *** off reading that. Like I said, she's completely off her rocker. Enough said. Count your losses, and get on with your life. Although, considering who we're dealing with here, it's not much of a loss. I agree that it might be another play to get you to be straight. She might be doing this because it's her excuse for not being able to get laid, the fat psycho *****. She weighs what, almost 300 pounds? Yeah, this is probably her attempt to get you to be WHAT SHE WANTS. You're the kind of person, that no matter how bad *** you may be, you're no different than sugar. Honestly, If you were straight, I would have snatched you up a long time ago. You're the PERFECT MAN, despite what anyone else thinks. And come on, your sense of hmor is astronomical. Of course, whil in the presence of a ****ING paraplegic, you made a superman joke. Dear god, you need a handy dandy 'brain-to-mouth' lid. You never think before speaking.You have almost no tact, and yet, you're awesome. Who cares? I love you for being YOU. You never care what people think, you just lead your life, although sometimes you need a discreet kick in the shin on occasion. Of course, that's one of your charms. And let's be real, Inu. The only reason you don't like fighting is because you might break a nail. You're so.... so...... FRUITY-LICIOUS! You're awesomeness incarnate. Is there any doubt within you any other time? No. You're always crashing, bashing, and bashing your way through you life, confident as always, a smile on your face as you pant out of breath from your latest endeavor. You give life your all. You don't lack confidence in yourself EVER. I wish I could say the same, despite more or less being the female embodiment of YOU. I mean come on, we've known each other since high school, we have the same birthday, and we both like the same boys... with occasional differences in that department. We're human. Point blank. HUMAN. We're all prone to our moments of weakness. That's something we can't help. And as for her laughable concept that apparently 'good god fearing christians' never kill themselves, we both know that's not true. Come on, Ashley herself has tried to kill herself, though not as many times as you. She's just crazier. I'm glad I haven't spoken to her in forever. She's hurt you, too many times for me to count. And yet, you've always forgiven her. I think that you're the closest thing to a saint as they come. To err is human, to forgive divine. You have the purest heart I have ever had the privelidge of knowing. You, Inu, have a unique way of telling everything in your little fruity head. By screaming it at the top of your lungs. You do it all the time. And It's funny, you unintentionally do it, but hey, that's you. And while most people would say that this is great you can let it all out, (I sure as hell do) obviously, people have never seen you lose it at the local produce aisle in the middle of Kroger's. I have. I found it to be one of the best memories I have. Life itself isn't simple. It's not black or white, but consists of the infinite shades of gray in between the two. As I already said, Ashley had hurt you. Beyond belief. I would have told her to **** off back in high school. And yet, there you were, by her side. Always smiling, and offering her your complete acceptance. You knew she was unhinged. You just dodn't know to the extent. Now you do, and you know she is lost within the darkness she perpetually wallows in. Ashley is a lost soul, in the truest sense of the word. She thinks she sees a light, but really, she's only walking down further into the darkness, and for somereason, she's confusing the light in the other direction with the darkness in front of her. She's happy being unhappy. Just without the emo clothes. Her wide *** couldn't fit into them anyway. I, on the other hand, look quite splendid with my boobs practically hanging out. I mean come on, with a rack like mine, who wouldn't show them off? Inu, You're the one who helped me have some confidence in myself. I know my tits are abnormally large, but that doesn't mean I have to be a tit about them. I mean come one, you ****ing play the bongos on them. If that's not flattery, the what the hell is? Your sense of humor is how I came to realize just how beautiful body I've been blessed with. I used to think I was chubby, until you came along and buried your homosexual face into them. I mean come the **** on. Your *** PRINT is on my car's WINDSHIELD! next to various weirdly placed hand prints and foot prints. Jesus, we were so stoned... Those painkillers were awesome. Anyhoo... Just be strong. We all know you are. You've lost everything, but You have me. And Drizzt. and Takuuya. And Chibi. And countless other people willing to offer you a hand in standing up again on your own two feet and being yourself once more.Take the hands offered, and you'll be just fine. Smile for me. Those tears on that pretty little face of yours just don't suit you. Also, on a finishing note. You're already straight, remember? You're a closet hetero. And if I'm lying, them may god send a lightning bolt to strike m-...er.... Ashley. *prays she hears a KA-POW! in the next forty seconds.....* KA-POW! Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet........

Anya walked through the Inn, exploring. She stopped at Dunan and Dawner's door, hesitant to knock. "Come in, Anya." Dunan called to her. Taking a deep breath, Anya opened the door, finding a sleepy Dunan holding a slumbering and shaking Dawner. Both of them were unclothed, their more private parts hidden under a blanket. "The change... it's almost done?" she asked, observing Dawner. Dunan nodded. "Yeah, hopefully, he'll sleep through the rest of it." "He's kinda cute when he's sleeping." Anya remarked, huffing. "But I'm cuter... and better in bed." "I'm sure you are, Anya. Too bad I'm not interested in finding out." "Yes, that is such a shame." Dawner said, waking up, and clutching at Dunan. "What do you want, Anya? I'm trying to sleep here." Anya snorted. "Nothing that concerns you, blondie." She turned her attentions to Dawner, hiding her concern behind a mask of contempt. "So, you went and got yourself so banged up that Dunan had to make you a blood sucker, huh?" Anya smirked, but her smile faded at Dawner's next words. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. I know you were a little worried about me... And Dunan. I can read your mind." Anya looked at Dunan, startled. "Can he really?" Dunan smiled, and kissed the sleepy Dawner. That was all the answer she needed. "Would you keep your mind fucking to yourself, Dawner? I don't need you in my brain..." "Heh...Anya, he can't help it right now...his powers are not his to control right now...at least not until the change is complete..." Dawner snuggled up to Dunan, and she didn't have to be a mind reader to know he did it to spite her. "Well, glad to know everyone is alright..." Anya walked back to the door, turning around to see Dawner making little bumping motions against Dunan. Dunan was smiling widely, more than happy to oblige Dawner's.... wants. "Well, just be sure you two don't spend all day in bed... I'm sure Dean would have something to say." "Don't worry about that, Anya." Dunan said, his hands all over Dawner, blatantly disregarding the common decency Anya usually hoped Dunan would uphold. "It's already been taken care of." Anya groaned, and shut the door behind her, trying to tune out the noises coming from their door. Dawner's libido sure was good.... as was Dunan's.... as usual. Anya smiled to herself, knowing they would be just fine, albeit that they were horny little fuckers. Anya set off herself, maybe Dean was lurking around somewhere... And she wasn't wrong. Dean was sitting at the bar, a little giddy, drinking with the local patrons. She bought herself a beer, and walked over to Dean. "Cheers, buddy boy!" She said, and Dean held his mug out to her. "Cheers!" They clinked glasses together, and downed them. Anya ordered two more beers, and downed them as well. "Sad to say, I didn't introduce myself properly, Dean." She held her newly gloved hand out. She wore a new dress, which covered her mechanical parts nicely. Dean shook it, and proceeded to laugh and joke with her. However, the booze Dean was drinking soon enough took its toll. Bending over, Dean ran over to the doorway, hurling outside. "Aw, Come on!" Anya cried, downing her eighth shot and sixth beer. "Lightweight!" she laughed. "Stick with me, Dean! You'll be a pro soon!" she said, downing both of them.

Anya walked with Kilo to Zeke's bedroom. Kilo was still carrying Zeke's unconscious body, and he looked like he was in peace, away from all of the nightmares that had played out in his head. "He's so innocent..." Anya said, her face troubled. "Why is it that he's so plagued with all of this.... this...." Anya struggled to find a word. "Bullshit?" Kilo finished. Anya nodded her agreement. They had finally come to Zeke's room. Anya had never actually been inside, this was the first time she had ever seen the inside of it. It was very much so an extension of Zeke's personality. Posters and drawings covered the walls, his bed was in a corner, neatly made and inviting. A moving picture of a much more innocent Zeke showed him hugging an older man. At the bottom, was a caption explaining it. "Daddy and Me..." Anya read out loud. She watched as Kilo placed Zeke on the bed. "This must have been Zeke's designer...." Anya said, picking up the moving picture. Anya smiled. "Zeke was lucky... his designer must have decided to raise Zeke as his own son... something I never had...." "Me either..." Anya smiled. "Zeke's interesting, isn't he? we don't know anything about him, and yet, here's something we now do know...Think this guy helped him get away?" Kilo sat on the bed, watching over Zeke much like an older brother. "I know there were civilian model ZX types... Zeke here is the only male ever created in the line. He told me that, once." Anya's own eyes glowed as she searched online for information about the man in the picture. the words "SEARCHING.....SEARCHING...." appeared in her eyes. "This man... his name is Dr. Fredrick Asacura." "And?" "He was a ringleader at the company who fist started producing the ZX types...He must have felt like they were his children...But I can't find anything else on him..." Kilo snorted. "It's probably not available to the public." Anya shrugged, her gaze turning down the Zeke. "Probably... it's all military guarded secrets..." Zeke started moving, flinching and moaning. Anya reached out and started touching his forehead, her touch soothing the sleeping Zeke, easing away whatever nightmares he was having. "Poor thing..." "Mmmmnnnn...." Zeke mumbled, turning over in his sleep. "Daddy...." Anya smiled. Kilo did as well. "Anya.... you know Zeke's going to go off on a vendetta mission, right?" "Yeah... he'll sneak off... thinking we won't notice he's gone. You know he'll let Axel have a part in the next production so he can..." "Yeah, but are we really that stupid?" "He doesn't think that... Though, for some reason, he thinks you're obsessed with my boobs..."Anya cracked a smile. "Are you?" "N-no..." Anya chucked. "Like I said earlier, just ask to see them sometime, handsome." Kilo blushed furiously at her comment, but kept watching Zeke's slumber. "I have to go tear down, will you be alright watching him? I don't want him to be alone when he wakes up." "I have to tear down, too. Think you guys will be fine without me?" ""Yeah. Zeke's more important right now..." A knock on the door drew their attention. Lyon opened it, cautiously. "Is he okay?" Anya nodded. "He's just sleeping. He'll be fine when he wakes up." "Alright... let me know when he wakes up." Lyon walked away, shutting the door. A few seconds later, two more familiar faces appeared. Axel and CP. Cp looked on in silence, as usual, but Axel came over and leaned over the bed. "He's alright, isn't he? I know he got a serious information dump....Those memories must have been a real shock to his CPU drive." Kilo nodded. "He'll be okay. All of us know Zeke is a lot tougher than he lets on." Axel nodded, turning to leave the room. CP followed him, and Kilo stood up. "I'm gonna go tear down... stick with him, okay?" "Sure. Come back later, alright?" Kilo nodded, leaving the room, still looking back at the delicate figure on the bed. Anya sat there, turning on the TV with her mind, to occupy her time until Zeke woke up. She sighed, touching her own skin. It was flawless, sheer perfection. She was much older than any of the other androids, therefore not as advanced as they were. She was heavier, too. But, she was every bit as powerful, she'd been built to destroy. From what she knew, most of the ZX types were built for creativity and procreation, instead of leading the battlefield. Zeke had obviously been an exception, and obviously his 'Father' had been against it.Zeke seldom spoke of his past, he always brushed of questions about it by saying, "I live in the now. There's no need to worry about the past." Anya had never pushed to hear about his past, but she was curious now. Searching over the internet, she came across visual files on Zeke. There he was, in a military police uniform. The headline was remarking about how advanced Zeke was, marveling at his prowess in battle. Zeke had a hard expression on his face, unreadable and quite unlike the Zeke she knew. Anya searched some more, trying to uncover more about him. She came across a picture of Zeke, standing next to a star cruiser, again with the same expression on his face. Anya knew it was government property. The last article she found was reporting the destruction of the robot she now comforted, the reminants of his star cruiser floating in endless space. She could see the tail fin drifting amidst the wreckage, the same fin art on it as in the picture of it whole. Anya furrowed her brow. [I]"No known reason for the ship to be found in pieces...Asacura clueless...."[/I] Anya looked down at the sleeping boy, oblivious as to how he pulled off the vanishing act, and survive the void of space. "I'll just have to ask him about it...

Yeah it would... but what would he be, to be in a cage? maybe he could be dressed up like an angel, with his eyes blacked out.... singing in german.... yes. i love rammstein....

Anya looked on at Zeke and Axel, shaking her head. Zeke swallowed his cheesecake, and let go of Axel. He plopped back down in his spot, offering Axel some cheesecake. "Zeke, you better be thankful you're not human, otherwise you'd get so fat with all of the crap you eat..." Anya said, taking a bite herself. It was good, and so she took another. "I think we all better be happy we aren't human...I'll pass on thinking on how fat all of us would be...." Zeke ate the cheesecake happily, Axel digging in as well. They all chatted happily, not wanting to spoil the good mood. Anya looked up at the monitor, the last act was beginning. Anya sighed. "Well, we might want to go line up to take our places to set up for the autograph part of our show..." Kilo nodded. "Yeah, I have to go get ready for the tear down." They all got up, after finishing off the cheesecake. Anya picked up the cardboard bottom and threw it away, heading off with the others. She happened to glance at the billboard, noting the shows for the next port had been selected by the managers. Leading the way, was Beauty and the Beast. "Hey! Everyone! The shows for next port have been chosen." The casting hadn't been chosen yet, and Anya sighed. Zeke peered over he shoulder. "Beauty and the Beast, huh?" he commented. "I'm no where near big enough to play the beast's part...I wonder who is..." One by one, everyone turned their heads to Kilo. "Wait..what?" he asked, blinking. Anya smiled. She walked over to him, and spoke. "I'll be your beauty, if you be my beast." Kilo looked down, blushing and flustered. Anya patted him on the shoulder. "Come on... it'll be fun!" Kilo nodded, and remained silent, his head suddenly in the clouds. "Carnival to Kilo..Carnival to Kilo... thinking about my boobs again?" Kilo started stammering, batting her question away. "NO! n-no, of c-course not. Why would I do something like that?" Anya started laughing, as did Zeke and Axel. Everyone knew about Kilo's crush on Anya, including her. "Kilo, if you ever want to know what my bare boobs look like, then just ask to see them." Anya smiled, and walked away, leaving all of them with their mouths open, staring after her as she walked off to the autographing area.

I say we go for it. I like that idea.....

Anya walked out onto the stage, her rather revealing outfit poking fun at masculine attire. She resembled a three ring circus leader. She took off her top hat, and bowed deeply, her sequined jacket rather formfitting, the way she liked. Underneath, she wore a white garb that appeared to have a bottom like a bathing suit. she had a rather large bow tie, whimiscal and fun, as she was supposed to appear. "Welcome to the Carnival! We welcome our guests with a special performance just for them at the beginning of every show!" Anya snapped her fingers, and lights began to shine, revealing a magical place just above her. Optical illusions. Hologram projectors. Around her, several people were dressed on cloaks, they having the appearance of sorcerers, 'conjuring' this little magic wonderland. Anya lifted her hand, and a sparkle appeared, lifting higher and higher, until it exploded, revealing a new stage. The crowd let out collective 'ooooo' and 'ahhhh' sounds, and Anya smiled. "Tonight we have the story of Alice in Wonderland. Join us as we bring this classic fairy tale to life, all for you!" Anya flipped back, onto a rising platform. One of the other performers jumped up to the platform, standing next to Anya. They did a high-five maneuver, Anya swung down under the stage, hearing the clapping of the crowd. Anya removed her hat, and smiled. She wouldn't be going back on stage, she was built to heavy for all of that flipping and such in the air on the trapeze. Of course, she was smiling, feeling rather sexy in her outfit. Zeke greeted her backstage in the room to watch the performance. "Well, don't you look sexy..." he said, smiling. He was changing into his own outfit for the next session, putting on an outfit that made him look like a bunny. "Aren't you so cute and fuzzy. Besides, I can't take your compliments seriously. You're gay." Zeke smiled."And? At least someone gives you mindless compliments." "True enough..."

Alright, inu. Fess up. Are we all ringleaders in a fairyboy paradise?

OOC: I will apologize in advance for this being so quick, Inu won't even let me change out of my work clothes....just so I can do this.... Dear god he's still stoked on painkillers...or pot. I'm not sure yet....this should make everyone happy the last wolf is dead, even though i'm making her out to be pathetic. Anya walked back into the woods, but stopped when a female wolf appeared ahead of her. She grinned, and images of her began to appear all over the area, copies and they all attacked. Anya jumped back, but was slammed by the real wolf into the ground. Anya looked up, and she saw all of the wolves giggling. "Fakes... all of them." Anya snorted. "You think I can't tell the difference? You must really think all humans are stupid." Anya smirked, and she pointed at one of the wolves. "I know that's you." The wolf laughed. "Not even close!" The wolves attacked again, but this time Anya swung he leg back, catching the real one off guard. She staggered, and Anya grabbed her. "I give you the chance to run away, now. Otherwise, You die." "How... did you know where I really was?" "Because only the real one smells. And trust me, you need a bath. You stink." The wolf yanked herself away, and swung her claws at Anya. Anya held up her arm, breaking the wolf's claws. "One of you already did that...She did the same thing too." Anya commented. Anya kicked the wolf in the chest, and she heard the crack of ribs. The wolf slumped down, lifeless. Anya cocked her head. "Damn... Done already? Jeeze... give me a challenge already...."

So when are we starting this? I wanna kick some military ass...... Anya ish robobitch!

Military File: ZX-04000000 'Anya Romanov' Project Lady Death Age: 29 Gender: Female height: 6' 9" Weight: 289.0 lbs Classification: PROTOTYPE MODEL External weaponry: She welds dual pistols housed in holsters located on her her upper thighs Specialty Components: Nanotek Synthesizer High Speed Reactor Prototype model Specialty D Class muscle tissue Arm mounted Laser Cannon Arm mounted Boomer Class missile launcher Levitation Genodes XLR Radiator System Berserker Protocol Prototype Bio-mech organs Original Usage: Complete annialation of enemy troops Android Status: DESTROYED Known History: Project Demolisher was a massive technological advancement, She was to be one of the machines leading the way for Space Control. She was an earlier model, therefore defective with the many prototype parts she was built with. However, It was discovered that she pitied the people she was to annilate. On one such mission, she activated her ship's self destruct, and crashed into her own people's mothership. The blast consumed both vessels, and thus Demolisher was supposedly destroyed. A machine bearing her image and make has been spotted near the Carnival on several occasions, therefore causing suspicion that Demolisher was not in fact destroyed several years earlier. Pesonality Sidenotes: Lady Death doesn’t mean to be defensive; it just comes naturally. Moody, introspective, and private, she can be harder to get close to than any other machine. Inside of that crusty exterior is a deep, sensitive soul who will care about you more than anyone you’ve ever met, if you can only gain her trust. Appearance: [IMG]http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh158/BJisRad/Ghost%20in%20the%20Shell/Motoko.jpg[/IMG]

Does Tamara's shield have to be a psychic one? If I can make it into something else, then I'll be able to figure out how to kill her somehow...

Tahlia shot her gun, aiming for the heads of the undead. All of them shot their guns when they had to, clearing out the mall of the infected. There hadn't been that many in the mall, only about twenty people wandered the stores. Tahlia spotted the radio shack, and called everyone over. Jamel was eyeballing the merchandise, wanting to steal it. Tahlia called over to him. "You know, you might piss Kristopher off if you take anything..." Jamel muttered something under his breath, Tahlia couldn't make out anything he said. Tahlia looked around the mall, she had been here often with her friends. She sighed, staying put. The others all miandered over to her, guns ready. The radio shack was in shambles, blood stained everything, as it did everything. Just to their left, a jewelery pagoda was in disarray, the glass counters shattered, blood on the glass shards. the jewelery lied scattered around, whatever had wrecked it hadn't been interested in the jewelery. Kristopher had been keeping all of them together, and they waited for Draco to show up. Minutes ticked by, giving way to an hour. They all heard the doors to the outside open, and they looked above them, aiming their guns at the second floor. Draco jumped over the railing, landing on his feet. He tood, his muscular profile a sight for sore eyes. He looked a business-like as ever, and Tahlia sighed in relief. "About time you showed up. We've already cleared the majority of the mall. There's still things lurking around, that's common sense. But, they aren't attacking, so I guess that's a good sign." Draco nodded, looking over at Kristopher. Kristopher snorted in contempt, and stomped off into a Reebok store. Draco watched him before shrugging and sitting down in a chair. Kristopher came back, arms crossed. "What now?" He asked. Lance shrugged, having no idea. Payton did the same, watching Kristopher. Kristopher stalked off, heading into a Hot Topic store. "We can stay here for a few hours until the sun rises higher. Then we head out." As he spoke, the sunlights above them grew dim. Looking up at the sky above, Tahlia saw it was cloudy, and looked like a storm was coming. Thankfully, they were all inside, but still. It had been sunny for awhile, none of them had noticed the clouds in the horizon apparently. Tahlia stood up, her clothes wrinkled again. "I'm gonna find something to eat... anyone else hungry? I saw a cookie shoppe upstairs." Kristopher and Payton nodded, heading off with her. The three climbed the stairs, and looked around the mall. All around them was spattered blood and hand prints, various displays were smashed or tipped over. The Waldenbook store looked like a tornado had hit. Blood stained books and magazines littered the floor. A foot protruded from the wreckage, and Tahlia wasn't interested in seeing if it was attached to anything. They made their way, passing various stores and little booths. They came to the cookie shoppe, and Payton jumped the counter. He pryed open a case, removing the cookies from within. "Mmmm... chocolate chip macademia nut.. my favorite." He said happily. He started munching on them, and smiled. "A little crunchy, but they're alright." Kristopher grabbed a chocolate chocolate chip cookie, and munched, equally happy. Tahlia herself looked at the monstrous cookie with frosting all over it. "Payton, would you get me that one?" She pointed, and Payton was only too happy to oblige her. The three of them sat munching on slightly stale cookies, talking about where they would be right now had they not been in this nightmare. Tahla snorted. "I'd probably be working a double shift right now...Man, those people in the hospital never wanted to work!" Kristopher laughed. "And I'd be at school right now. Later on, I'd probably be working a seven hour shift at Chevy's." Payton pointed at Kristopher. "I take it you put your school uniform on out of habit this morning?" "Yeah, I just never think in the mornings." Kristopher looked down at his school jacket. "Well, Tahlia. You're a nurse, I'm a school boy. Payton here is a street punk. Looks like all three of us are fantasy fetishes..." Tahlia laughed. "And we got mister macho downstairs and a police man...More fantasy fetishes!" The three of them laughed, and continued eating their cookies. A shadow moved behind them, across one of the skylights. Tahlia looked over, and shuddered. "Guys..." Kristopher and Payton has seen it too. The three of them rose, looking around the windows. Kristopher was shaking. "It's one of those things..." he whispered. Tahlia nodded. They set off back to the others, when they heard a crash, and looked around behind them. One of the things that had attacked Kristopher slammed down behind them, onto a booth that had been selling vintage poster copies. Kristopher screamed, and hightailed it. Tahlia and Payton were close behind, randomly firing over their shoulders, praying it discouraged it from following. To their left, another one of those things crashed through another skylight. It grasped onto a railing, and Kristopher screamed, pointing his gun. It was mere inches from them. Kristopher blasted it, and it fell below, its head having been blown off. The thing behing them jumped from light fixture to fixture, coming for them. The three of them dodged into a Victoria's Secret outlet. The thing came crashing after them. The store was large, thank god, so they managed to get behind a corner before it attacked again. It came, slashing mannequins and store displays alike, bits of skimpy bras and panties flying everywhere. It came from behind the coener, covered in panties and bras. Tahlia would have laughed, had she not been terrified. The three of them shot, pelting the damn thing with bullets. It screeched, and jumped away, tearing into a display. They shot after it, but it got away. Kristopher was breathing heavy, Tahlia knew his heart must have been racing. Hers was. Payton ran off after it, shooting. There was a crash, and Tahlia knew that the thing was attacking again. Tahlia shook her head, not knowing if he was brave or just crazy. There was another loud crash, and Tahlia and Kristopher came around, seeing the thing lying on a shattered plastic mannequin, half of its head having been blasted off. Payton was smiling, and bleeding from his arm. Kristopher's eyes were wide, and he grasped Payton. "DID IT DO THAT!?" Payton shook his head. "NO! It fell against a broken peice of wood..." He guestured over to a broken table. Kristopher exhaled in relief. "We have to get to my car just in case. I'm not taking the risk of you turning into one of those things." Payton nodded. Tahlia led the way out of the store, the others were coming up the stairs, rushing to save them. Payton cocked his gun. "Too late, boys. We already handled both of them." Draco came to a stop, looking in the store. The beast wasn't moving. "There were two of them?" "Yeah." Kristopher said, looking back at it. A black bra had come to rest on it. "That bra sure don't make it any prettier..." Tahlia smiled. "I'm wearing that same bra, you know." Kristopher shook his head, trying to get the image of Tahlia's tits out of his head. "I'm not sure what's scarier... that thing or your tits...." He said, smiling. "HEY!" Tahlia said, whacking him with the back of her hand playfully. Draco cleared his throat, speaking. "We need to get out of here." Everyone nodded, and they set off for the mall entrance they had entered. Coming to it, they stopped in horror. "S.T.A.R.S." "SHIT!" Payton yelled. They all hightailed it around the corner as it broke through the doors. They ran around the mall, looking for another exit. They ran to the other end of the mall, Draco fishing around in his duffel bag. Out of it came a string of grenades, and he pulled the pin on one of them. The grenades flew everywhere as the Tyrant came at them. With a perseverance that just wasn't human, it came for them. they began to explode, setting off a chain reaction. They ran, barely ahead of the blast and out of the doors into the parking lot, where it was pouring down rain. Thankfully, it was still relatively warm outside. The building shook with the blasts as the grenades went off, windows shattering and cracks appearing in the walls. Smoke billowed from the broken skylights. The little rag tag group watched in horror as the building smoked and shook. Kristopher spoke. "Just how many of those things did you let go???" Draco pondered this. "I think.... About ten." "JESUS!" Payton remarked. "OVERKILL MUCH?" "That thing isn't dead, but this will hold it off for awhile longer." With that said, the little ragtag group set off once more, back into the shoping district to get to the Zoo. OOC: We're still taking out time, right Inu?

Anya smirked, putting her metallic hands on her rather sensual hips. She lickes her bright red lips, painted to bring in her.... clientel. "Come on... Reaper, she called you? Well, I say you're name is fart-head now." "You bitch..." Anya shrugged, nonchalant, and smiled. "Yeah, people often call me that. Thanks for the compliment." Reaper charged her, his massive form rocketing at her. Anya sidestepped him, swinging her leg up to catch him in the back of the head. He stumbled forth, turning his attention back to her. He had underestimated her. "Filthy wench..." Reaper said, lumbering at her again. He exhaled, toxic gases escaping from his mouth. His saliva dripped onto the ground, causing the grass to wither and die. "Ugh... Talk about bad breath..." Anya wrinkled her nose, waving her hand in front of her like it genuinely stunk. "Seriously, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?" Reaper cam charging at her once more. Anya jumped back as he slammed his fist into the ground, and repeated it as he did so over and over, moving Anya back. Anya glanced behind her, seeing the edge of the cliff bank coming up behind her. She moved to the left, and Reaper just kept coming. She jumped back, landing on the bridge. Looking around at it, she noted it was rather new, the boards crossing the spans of rope looked freshly cut. At least she wouldn't have to worry about rotten wood under her feet. She smirked, confident. "Well, you can't pull that little trick again." she said, looking at her hands. She pretended to examine the edges of her fingertips, looking for scratches. "If you do that, then you might fall into the water below." "As if I am that stupid." "Yeah? Well you used that plan twice and managed to kill your little friend. Perhaps if she was still alive, then you two might have a chance to kill me. Now, You don't. I will win this fight, whether you like it or not, fart-head." "Little whore!" Reaper came charging at her once more, but he stumbled, the bridge wasn't able to stay still from side to side when he ran at her, his weight was too much. Anya had hoped that the bridge would do just that. This was a strategic advantage for her. She just hoped she could provoke him enough to noy change into that killer cloud. "So, lard-ass. You can't do that on the bridge. My god, are you stupid too? Oh wait, It's you I'm dealing with..." Reaper stepped to her, getting angry. Anya smiled again. It was working. "Oh, did I make you mad? Not like I care, of course, but still, Your momma was so stupid, she thought she needed a token to get on the soul train." A vein began to poke out of Reaper's neck as he advanced. "Ew... just look at that vein. Not so hot. Don't worry, your Mom's cool. Although I hear she got hit by a parked train...." Reaper swund his arm at Anya, and she pushed down on the rope, using it like a spring board to jump at Reaper. He roared in fury, at Anya's sheer impudence. Anya landed behind him, and lasked out with her fists. Whaming them into Reaper's back, he fell forward. Anya grasped the sides of the bridge,and swung herself up.Bringing her legs down hard. She slammed him through the wooden planks, but she jumped back as a toxic cloud rose above her, rematerializing into Reaper. "Not gonna work...Stupid." "Please, you're such an idiot. I knew you would do that. You're predictable. And, because you're predictable, you're pathetic." Reaper advanced on Anya again, swinging his arms at her. Anya ducked down, planting her hands on the wooden board, twisting her body to swing her legs up to plant a kick into his chest. However, Reaper grinned as he caught her leg, and raised her up. "I'm gonna rip you apart..." He breathed. Anya held her hand up to her face, not only was his breath ranky, but it was making her see stars. Reaper let his tongue protrude from his mouth, reaching it to lick Anya's face. She reached out and grasped his nasty tongue, her gloved hands yanking on it hard. He grunted in pain, his eyes wide. Anya kicked him back, and used the loosened grip Reaper had on her to get away. He clutched his mouth, howling in pain. Anya leaped at him again, the bridge swinging wildly. Grasping his fur at the shoulders, she let loose with another electrical discharge. Anya kicked him across the bridge, Reaper having been stunned. The bridge bounced as he hit and rolled along it, Anya having used the rope as a bracer for the coming turbulence. Reaper slowly stood, Anya hadn't had the opportunity to surprice him with the bridge moving about so wildly. Reaper rose as the bridge settled, smoke rising from his singed fur. "Oh.... how do you like your wolf?" Anya chided. "Well done or extra-crispy?" Reaper snarled, advancing on Anya once more. Reaper swung his arms at her, but she wasn't fast enough. She rocked back, almost going over the bridge. She grasped the rop and used it to swing back at Reaper, landing a punch on his jaw. He didn't budge, so instead the two stood there, exchanging blows. Anya was getting dinged up pretty good, But every time he landed a hit on her softer parts, she almost passed out from the pain. She jumped back, and launched herself at Reaper once more. He caught her by the arm, and raised her up. She smiled, and once more insulted him. "Stupid wolf.." She let loose with another discharge, and Reaper let her go. Anya jumped back, knowing she couldn't take much more of this. Her gloves were nothing more than scraps of cloth now, showing off her metal knuckles amidst the rags of what remained of her gloves. Anya reached behind her, but continued insulting Reaper, as so he wouldn't get wise to what she was doing. "Hey, Reaper... I hear you're the most pathetic of the Lox clan." Reaper's eyes widened in anger once more, and he stepped to her.She pulled the pin from a small square grenade hidden within her panties, something she had developed herself. She dropped it between the cracks of the bridge, letting it fall below. There was another minute before it exploded, she had to act quickly. "Don't worry, I've seen worse, big boy... But I've seen better too. She reached out to the ropes, and ducked down, doing the splits and tucking her feet on either side. Small sharp blades protruded from her fingertips, and she slashed the ropes, severing the bridge. The two fighters plummetied, but Reaper smirked. "Stupid human.." He began changing into his clouded form, and stopped falling inches from the water. "Stupid wolf..." Anya commented. The grenade exploded, water rushing up and swallowing the toxic cloud. Because Reaper was only gas, the water trapped his gaseous form within it, absolving him. Anya watched, her dress flung up around her breasts, her feet caught by the ropes. She raised up on her hands,not turning completely upright. Reaper was dead, tricked into his form that had killed Sile, and now it had ensured his own demise. "How fitting..." Anya commented. Dunan called to her from above. "Hey, Anya! nice undies!" "And!?" She called up to him. "You know you like them!" "Um, no." Dunan responded. Dunan furrowed his brow, itching to ask a question as Anya climbed up the bridge, now more like a rope ladder. He grasped her hand, and Anya smiled as he pulled her up. "I'd much rather see Dawner's undies..." he sighed. Anya snorted. "I bet my panty line is flawless." She hiked her dress for Dunan to see, and he screeched out. "YOU'RE SHOWING ME YOUR PANTIES!" "SO?! Not like anyone else is seeing them!" "What the hell kind of logic is that?" Dunan shouted. "Works for me!" Anya replied, dropping her dress and running off to the others, laughing. Dunan followed after her, a confused look on his face as he shook his head, both disgusted and humored.

Anya jumped to the ground, setting Dawner down. "Besides, I don't think Dunan would be too happy with me if I let you get yourself killed..." Looking back, the Sile impersonator was coughing and gagging, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her form was changing, showing her true human form. Anya smiled. "Well, isn't that an ugly bitch. Feel special, Dawner. You've got one up on her, at least.." "HEY!" Dawner held his abdomen, his blood seeping from his wound. Dawner fell to one knee, and Anya watched the black cloud become a were-wolf. Anya watched the other wolves carefully. The wolf that had impersonated Sile collapsed onto the ground, convulsing. She was as good as dead. The wolf that had accidentally killed her, he didn't even look remotely sorry he had done so. "Stupid wolves..." Anya commented. "Killed by their own plan. Jesus, you'd think that they'd know better than to use the same plan twice in a row." Dawner stood back up, his bleeding still pretty bad. "What do you mean?" Anya shrugged. "It's simple, blondie, I'm willing to bet that was the same plan used to kill the real Sile. Dunan told me earlier he could smell her...and told me she was dead." Dawner's face became a troubled mask. "Sile... is dead? They weren't just imitating her?" "No, doofus, she's having a tea party with Dean and Holden, and we're all invited to play charades afterward. Yes, she's dead." Dawner looked around, a wolf with a blue Aura was encroaching on them. "Dawner, get over to Dunan. He can heal your wound, before you bleed to death. He's fighting his sister right now." "Sister? Sonya? But she's dead!" "Yeah well, Holden is controlling a demon puppet that looks just like her, apparently, it even smells like her. Dunan is a sentimental sap, he'd never be able to destroy it. My suggestion is that you get your ass over there and do it for him. I can hold off the wolves here. Get your ass in gear, little boy." Dawner looked like he wanted to argue, but said nothing, and turned to run into the trees, holding his wound. "Well, now I can fight with out worrying about him...Stupid blonde." Anya snorted, bringing her right foot in front of her, assuming a jutsu pose. "Come on, let's play, wolf." Anya readied herself for the coming attack. "Just because you can turn into a killer fart cloud doesn't mean I'm scared of you." Reaper grinned, and flexed his claws. "You'll pay for that remark." "Bring it, Fart-head."