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[icecreamluvr420-blog]

Kaito frowned as he aimlessly wanders on the sidewalk, staring at the sky, basically zoned out and thinking about what has happened to him these past few days, whisked away from home ON VALENTINES DAY and being forced to spend his BIRTHDAY (and rest of his life, sadly) here. And on top of that, they gave him the title of Super High School Level Failure. Thanks, he really appreciates that. Maybe it's true, it's been starting like that to him now. Being picked on at home, deemed a commercial failure... He sighed deeply, now returning his focus to what's in front of him. Which is nothing, obviously.

Why is he so down? He's never really felt like this before, maybe it's the effect of this city getting to him. It's so depressing here, like one of those black and white movies. He crossed his arms, trying to relax and calm himself down. He could feel something where he would have a stomach. Maybe it's stress? Or maybe he's overheating, he doesn't know, but it's kind of frustrating him a bit, needless to say.

He closed his eyes again and uncharacteristically muttered something out of anger. And then he felt a tug.

Curiously, he looked behind him to see what happened, and to his absolute HORROR he managed to get his scarf stuck on something. Now cut to Kaito currently trying to get it unstuck, it's easy to tell on his face that he's frustrated. Look at that, a android MADE OF METAL AND ROBOT PARTS CAN'T GET IT UNSTUCK. Lame.

Someone should probably help him. Or laugh at him.

[inexistingly]

      “Geez, how troublesome...          Kind'a implausible, too.          What is this; some kind of game tryin' too hard for the suspense factor?”

[gardeneur]

Three times the ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ . . .

A burning sensation in his lungs. 

He shoots up from his bed, drowned by a backdrop of blinding white. He couldn't breathe. His lungs struggle to expand and retract, a bundle of needles restless in his air sacs and throat. Muscles long atrophied struggle to regain full motion. What happened? What...

Oh. Oh, no.

Hazels dart every which way. Fingers curl in the palm of his hands, the only coherent action he could take at this time. Where are they? Where? He couldn't move from the bed-- not yet. That did not stop him from trying, however. 

"Kou? Ruki!?" It hurt to speak, but desperation overruled all sense of rationality. A thud. He couldn't stand. It felt like he's been asleep for months and has long forgotten how to control his limbs. Lost in his own frustration and a layer of blankets, he tries his best to seat himself up on the ground, to at least get up back on his feet again. "Kou! Ruki! Azusa...!?"

A failure separates him from his family.

[bestraffa]

Caesar's scent was... different today. No, this was most definitely not a result of influence from the lunar eclipse, but a change in Caesar's physiology. Foreign substance lingers as a peculiar aroma only the keenest of senses could pick up. A foreign container, a foreign note, a foreign scent... A familiar, yet foreign scent... Red eyes study the discarded item's contents.

... Could it be... There was one way to truly find out. A hypothesis fresh in mind encourages the vampire to venture to the school island itself, to the chemistry lab upstairs in those eerie halls. Hours passed, and Reiji returns to room 200, a liquid within a water bottle at hand. Not very subtle, but not very suspicious, either. 

If his hypothesis is to be correct, then Caesar would surely return at some point.

[tinyprotag]

An island? Stranded here with classmates?

"Notto disu shitto agen."

[revxngeful]

So the dance was here, and Grora still had yet to find a date of any kind. She doubted Wodahs would have been able to find one either, so she'd show him what for for not showing up to tease about it! But, ah, that wasn't exactly the reason she was here, was it?

"If this dance winds up bein'--I dunno--life-threatening or anything, I'll be there to help you dudes out, got it? Not like I got anything better to do." Or anybody to dance with.

[onmywaytostealyourman]

"Dances are for children."

"How about we gather at my place and get shit-faced?"

[speckleds]

who fucking said dinosaurs were extinct

He should have been expecting the way eyelids lulled open lethargically in some vaguely familiar setting. All he could feel was grogginess spreading through his entire body, and loose strands of hair framing his face. The first thing that came to his mind: He felt like shit.

So he probably looked like shit, too, huh?

With a mix of a groan and a sigh, Juli's eyes fluttered open regretfully, immediately met by the typical white light of the infirmary. Unsuspecting as he was, little fuckdino sprang up from the bed, an almost frenzied panic where there'd be no doubt perhaps a dinosaur limb or two would make an appearance had he had his powers. But no. Plain and dull, still a childish excuse for a demon.

Ignoring the blond locks that fell to his shoulders, Juli immediately focused on the flood of memories of the whole ordeal.

Right. He'd suffered this for Dezember's--Ah, Rchimedes's sake. If it was for Rchimedes's sake, he'd commit such actions any number of times.

Wherever Dezember Zwolf may be, maybe this was want he wanted.