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( THATS A GOOD QUESTION, I HAVE NO IDEA ???? )

// Then I nominate Tsuna for this position or Haru.

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[And she almost came out—not. She shook under the desk, holding ehr hands over he rlegs to bring them closer to her chest. She knew what she did was wrong but..she wanted Mary to stay—wait! If she broke through the portal..does it mean it’s open for anyone to just slip through now? No..not good.

She pushes the chair out and crawled from her hiding spot, standing tall as she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled for the other.]

MARY! YOU HAVE TO GO! RIGHT NOW! THE PORTAL WILL EITHER CLOSE OR THEY MIGHT ESCAPE! YOU NEED TO GO! [She had to be careful,but she felt Mary wouldn’t intentionally harm her..her voice sounded mad but it wasn’t like the first time. 

And yes. She still intends to stay behind.]

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   ┃⊰◆⊱ Silence. Oh how Mary hated that. Silence that reminded her of how it was before Ib and Garry fell into this hell. The noise they created was pleasant made her feel alive even. Now, now it just irritated the living day lights out of her.

   Oh~ there was Ib. At least her voice anyway. The blonde child had yet to find the brunette’s exact location. So she decided to follow it as she talked. Thank you for leaving the bread crumbs Ib~

   “THERE IS NO POINT IN ME CROSSOVER IF YOU’RE NOT THERE IB! LIFE WOULD BE MEANINGLESS!” Mary shot back as she walked ever closer. “HOW DO YOU THINK YOUR PARENTS WOULD FEEL IF YOU DIDN’T COME BACK? HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THAT? I HAVE NO PARENTS AND THE ONLY I EVER CONSIDERED TO BE ONE IS DEAD!”

   Somehow hearing this from herself made the reality of him not being here too real for her. “JUST GO HOME IB! YOU DON’T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!” just go before she start breaking things.

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zeudellumi replied to your post:Does that make Yama Yuna now? o:

( yES, YES IT DOES )

// IF YAMA IS YUNA WHO TIDUS? TSUNA!?

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Does that make Yama Yuna now? o:

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   ┃⊰◆⊱ Biting... Was this some kind of kink she hasn’t read in a book yet or...? Look like she need to do some reading.

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She was just walking by herself for once in her life… headed home from the shopping center, that is. Never had she ever thought she’d witness a walking toy out of all things until the day something bumped into her leg.

She turned and squatted down as she noticed the toy there. Kyoko tilted her head for a moment before gently moving her hands to pick up the bear for a moment. “..Bear-san, was it you?” she asked.

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   ┃⊰◆⊱ Mary begins to wiggle from the hands that now held her. She would be in quite a bad situation if it was some kid that got a hold of her. This poor teddy bear’s body probably wouldn’t be able to withstand intense cuddling.

   “Huh?” she went when Mary heard a voice. The voice didn’t sound like a child, so she looked up. “!!!” it was a teenager who picked her up. A pretty and kind one as well. What was the question asked again?

   “Yes, it was me. I didn’t mean to bump into you like I did. I was running away from a rather unfriendly cat.” if she meet that cat again. The cat would be meeting its maker.

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Greetings losers who stuck with this blog for the duration of the time I poofed. Now I’m back and ready to interact with others once more! :D

Note: It’s quite hard to tear oneself away from their UtaPri and BoueiBu blogs.

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Heading to bed now~

Good night and pleasant dreams~

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Lavi had been inside a museum, on yet another mission involving Innocence. He’d gone alone with a few Finders, but they all turned up dead when he got there.

He was supposed to be looking for a specific painting and as soon as he passed a strange painting in the display, Lavi felt drowsy.

When he woke up, he recalled the image of the painting and it was near identical to the surroundings he was in…

"Where am I?" he mumbled.

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   ┃⊰◆⊱  Mary just crouched down beside the eye-patched red head. The            blonde was very tempted to jab the guy in his side to wake him up.            "Really? Curious little bunny should have stayed away from the            painting." elbowed propped itself on her knee as chin rested on an            open hand. "Now... how am I going to get you out of... Where is his            rose?" This was getting off to a good start. Not.

           Blue eyes blinked when the other started to mumble. Good, he was            starting to wake. That was one less problem to worry about. "To            answer your question, you are in Hell. Wonderful this time of the year            if I do say so myself." Mary stood up. "Though, it would be best to start            looking for your rose. Who knows what little fiends could be plucking            its petals." With that said she began to walk away.

           When she was only a couple paces away from the other the blonde            stopped and sighed. "To be honest, you are inside the painting called            Fabricated World. It might as well be hell to some. The artwork here            is alive and will try kill you without mercy. Well, that is if you're not            careful." Mary explained while looking over her shoulder at the other.

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"What rule?"

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   ┃⊰◆⊱  "What? You must be joking." Mary was simply aghast. "The             rule that clearly states in order to make a new life for ourselves.             A life from the Real Gallery must be sacrifice."

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[ Any hope that it might have just been the wind or something superficially harmless flew out the window once that sorrowful tune of a kitchen elegy hit his ears. ]

        …

[ Why did it have to be in his house?  Whatever 'it' was probably wasn’t too fond of the idea of leaving anytime soon either.  He cautiously lifts himself off the couch and wearily makes his way to the door frame, peeking inside to investigate. ]

        Hello?

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   ┃⊰◆⊱  Mission accomplished. Mary had obtained Garry's attention and            drawn him from the living room. Now she had to figure out a way to            communicate with him. "Hmm... Think I read something about            communicating with sound...?" head tilted to the side as she. The            song continued as she tried to recall what it was called.

           Eventually the sorrowful tune came to an end when it finally came to            her what it was called. "Morse code! That's it! Now does it work again...?            Well, if I remember correctly it can done with on-off tones, lights, or            clicks... Um... Maybe I'll just do the clicks. Let's see I can tap against            the table or counter, yes?"

           First she did a few taps against the counter with a spoon she found.            Okay, she got this and hopefully Garry understood this or... Well, she            would have to invade every drawer for paper and pencil... or a crayon.            Crayons were nice. Anyway she started to tap out a message.

                                                ❝It's a been awhile...❞

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I'm here while I bounce between this blog and another one. Let's see how this will go. o3o

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I made this… so we both don’t end up forgetting.

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Okay I have all replies drafted now. If anyone would like a starter like this post or drop by my Inbox for plotting. Otherwise I'm just going to wing it. xD

Any whose it, good night and don't let the paintings bite. o3o/

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   ┃⊰◆⊱  Mary did not know how long she had been here. Days, weeks, months maybe? It really did escape her as she wandered throughout this pizzeria or was it diner? Shoulders shrugged as she floated out of the dining area. There wasn't much to do there during the night like it was during the day. At least she could watch what the customers were doing and sort of participate in the parties. Then again being a ghost didn't allow her to be seen by others easily.

           A sigh left her. By now she had explored every nook and cranny of this place. Though, the robots (she may have heard a work call them animatronics) were a bit interesting. The one called Foxy was her favorite one. Wish Foxy didn't look to be in a state of desrepair though. Or was it just from age along with wear and tear? That was also a good possibility.

           "I wonder why Bonnie, Chicka, Foxy, and Freddy all seem so keen to get into that one room?" Mary thought as she floated into the kitchen. "Hmm..." a finger to her chin as blue eyes looked around. "It has been some time since I had any fun~" a mischievous smile crossed her lips. Into the electrical outlet she went possibly short circuiting a few circuits here and there. Oh well, those could always be fixed... by someone who was alive.

           "Didn't think that little stunt would lunch that mixer thing across the kitchen and embed itself in the wall. Why was Freddy in there? At least it didn't hit him." Not to mention a number of other things had flown from their respective places and crashed into random things. Though, a cup had escaped the kitchen and she was now looking for it.

           "Here little cup~ come out come out wherever you are~" Mary giggled. Blue eyes looked up and down the hall as head poked through walls other rooms looking for it. "There you are!" she picked up the cup. "You shouldn't try to escape like that." she laughed. To anyone else it would have looked like the cup was floating if they couldn't see the small blonde who held it.

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fabriicates replied to your post:Are you an indoors person or an outdoors person?

// If he stayed inside I doubt the house would be left standing. 8)

(Zakuro would know that well, wouldn’t he? (8 )

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{ Oh, he definitely know it all too well and hates it. 8) }

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  ┃⊰◆⊱  She quietly sit next to the red head and stares at him curiously.            Why was he wearing an eye patch? Was he trying to be a pirate?