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I like three houses, and I can see the reasoning behind the colors. I don't entirely agree with Claude being black, or Rhea being red, but for the most part, good work, definitely a different way to look at the game.

Domino's. Without question. Both of my folks worked at a Pizza Hut, and they prefer Domino's too. I just really like the consistency of what we get, it's never been bad. However, I've had some bad Pizza Hut pizza, and in my small(ish) town, I would rank them fifth, which is last. For me, it goes Domino's, A local family owned, Papa Murphy's, Caesar's, and then Pizza Hut. I mean, pizza is still pizza, but it's on the opposite side of town, It takes forever to get here, and Domino's is a five minute drive from my house. There is no reason in my mind to waste my time with them.

You know what, please give me some feedback. I've been working on this for almost a month off and on, and I feel like if I continue to work on it in the way that I have been, I will still be working on this by 2021, so please, if you will, tell me how many things I have to fix.

Mario and Luigi's Italian babbling in Superstar Saga was great.

I like the fact that it Is and Isn't a yugioh rp. Cool beans.

Ann's first activity upon returning to base was not in fact resting as she would have liked, but she wasn't tired after those events like she thought she was. Instead, she went to New York Theater Workshop. She needed some relief from today blur of events. It began as Moonlight Sonata, but slowly transformed into a weird improvisation thing in C# minor. It was peaceful, it was relaxing. At least for a few more hours, she would be at peace from the pit of misery. -April 17th, 2000--10 AM--Diluculo Branch 22- Ann's first thought after the meeting was of the previous day, how she let her emotions take control of her actions. She needed to rein in her curse, and without pain medication. While it did help, it was addictive, and however nasty her burden was, it was still useful. So she went to someone who she knew could help. She went to the Major. Ann knocked on the door to the Major Volkov's office. It took a few minutes, but the Major answered and she entered, sitting in the chair across from the Major's desk. "So, I think, uh, we both remember what happened yesterday. I understand that I potentially saved some of my fellow teammates, but I don't want to be that person, to hurt someone to save others, especially a child! I need your help to learn how to better control it. I know there is only a limited number of things you can do, and I can always work with Marcel, but if you couldn't tell, being around him is hard. It hurts a lot, to be around him. Is there anything you can do to help me out?" Ann could only hope, and shutter occasionally from the pain of Marcel's affliction.

Ann could tell something was going on in the background based on the inconsistencies of Cade's and Akiko's conversation. Why would Cade say he couldn't help the Major but do so anyway? She would have to ask her roomie about it later, but before she could even finish that thought, a form of pain struck her body. Fear. Not from the beast, but Major Volkov. It was a strong too, and Ann could tell that Nika was clearly dedicated to have this concern for them. There was also a dulled internal pain in her, likely from bruising. However, it drove her to action. As soon as Nika tackled it, Ann made her move. All of these feelings gushing through her body, all those haunting memories of the past, in one push she released them into this creature. She dropped to her knees and almost passed out from it, but she didn't care. She wanted the fighting to end without any more blood. When Ann had recovered from it, she found Nika scolding her for her actions, holding a young boy. Ann stood and spoke, slowly and deliberately. "I apologize, Major. You call it "heroic" but "foolish" is a better word for it. The pain, it began to overwhelm me, especially after I began to prepare such an attempt. I simply wanted it to stop. I don't care what punishment you have for me when we return, but no matter what it is, remember that this day will be permanently burned into my head and haunt me for all time. Any punishment you have for me is only secondary to the curse I will carry forever and always." Ann made sure to keep her distance from the Major. She would have taken the pain back from the boy, but she was afraid that Nika would have been angered by the overuse of her Id, the kid might awake and his Id might run wild again, and Ann would certainly have pass out if she did. ----- -April 16th, 2000- -10:30 AM- -Diluculo Branch 25, New Jersey- The car ride back was awkward. Ann felt as if she was responsible for this in some ways. She had committed insubordination. She had endangered the lives of her teammates. She could have failed to knock it out and just angered it. She could have... 'Get a hold of yourself.' She thought to herself as she wiped the tears from her eyes. 'It's all in the past now, so what good is it to bother with the what if's? Besides, the opposite holds true as well.' The trip to the infirmary was actually okay. Ann would have cleared up everyone's pain, but because of her Id's usage, a headache began to flare up and she was given a Ibuprofen to clear it. Ann was glad, at least she didn't snap. She hadn't in some time now. Ann simply waited. She knew the Major had some choice words for whoever that guy was, named like Major Dragon or whatever, and she was sure he deserved ever word of it. Time would come for when she could simply make it back to base, shower, and rest before the nightmares undoubtedly resurface tonight. She hoped it would be soon.

The warning had worked. It got tricked by Akiko's informed deception, but they were getting pushed back hard. The beast was no longer solely fueled on bloodlust, but instead it was in a wild frenzy, a torrent of pain and a want of causing pain. Ann knew she had to do something. It was not going so well .By her assessment, Lucia doing alright, but the Major was in a lot rougher state than anyone else. She wasn't hurt badly, but her clothes were shredded. She may have had some bruising, but it was hard to tell. Ann was certainly frightened of this beast now that she had seen it fight, but she steeled herself for what she was going to try to do. Ann looked at Akiko. "I am going in. At this rate, with just them, this will not end well. Try and have them bait it into me." Ann began to slink slowly down to where the fight was going on. She knew that if the beast wished, it would know, but Ann hoped it would be distracted enough to not notice her. Ann could feel the intensity of this creature's pain increase. Ann took this pain and began to snowball it, adding more and more memories of pain to it, preparing to use it in one push into the creature. Ann hoped that this plot would work, or all of there lives would be at stake. Though, likely, if it failed, she would die. It would at least give them a chance at success.

Sure, why not.

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Ann could understand the bloodlust. It was an abomination, an unnatural beast. It was slipping tree to tree with very little noise. Although in it's mind, it was a howling inferno of hunger. Although it was intelligent, it could't possibly be patient. She pulled out the dagger she had brought, always keeping her eyes on it. This pain she felt, for some reason kept her focused, on edge, even. She felt much like this creature did, ready to pounce at the opportune moment. Ann immediately went to Akiko to inform her. "I am not sure how to point it out to you, but just keep track of where I am looking and pointing." Ann then pointed it directly at the creature's location, moving it when it maneuvered around. "Also, don't worry if it rushes you. That is the easiest way for it to fall, because I can hopefully neutralize it." The creature then suddenly stopped moving, and from what Ann could tell, it was readying to pounce on Lucia. "Warn Cucuy. It is on her left. Alarm her immediately." She warned. "It could pounce at any moment." If it did, at least in her current form, it could pin her easily. Then, Ann shuddered, she would feel her death. 'She must not die. Even for a selfish reason like that, No one can die.'

-April 16th, 2000- -9:30 AM- -Pine Barrens, New Jersey- As they walked through the forest, Ann began to feel something. It wasn't pain as she knew it. It gave off this feeling of hunger, of savagery, of pure want of carnage. It was bloodlust, and it showed no signs of ending. She didn't understand. This wasn't pain in any form she normally felt, yet she could feel it being stored in the catalog of her mind. Ann began to eat the rest of her sandwich. It didn't help the feeling, and she felt like she could explode at any moment. She also thought her teammates should know so that they are ready for whatever is coming. "I would recommend that you all be on guard. I can feel it now. It wants blood, and it is ready to devour us at any moment. Also, another warning, for reasons unbeknownst to me, I can apparently feel bloodlust, so, just a suggestion, keep some distance from me. I don't want to hurt you by mistake." The sight of the bones did not help either. She could see them all, and the raging hunger began to swell inside her. However, she simply began to center herself. Breath in, Breath out. Deep breaths. The last thing she needed was this pain to overtake her. She HAD to remain in control. Otherwise, who knows how many people could get hurt? The least she could do is be ready to subdue such a creature, to end such feelings in herself and in the creature.

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-April 16th, 2000- -9:10 AM- -Pine Barrens, New Jersey- Ann had been in almost a state of bliss. The relatively uninhabited New Jersey countryside was nice, in terms of scenery and amount of pain. It would have stayed like that, had they not reached Branch 25, and met with Major Drake. Ann could feel that there was some bad blood between the two Major's. Not true pain, per se, but it just felt like there was an echo of what was. But that matters little for what they are here for. Now, they have a 'amalgam' to catch. As long as it is hurting, she can feel and find it. Which she is currently failing to do. "I am not feeling anything around us." She said to her teammates. "I there is a creature out there, it is healthy, or at minimum uninjured." They proceeded to talk about stratagy, which would have been a novel idea, except for the fact that they are trying to hunt something. ' It is easier to hide from a mob than a lone hunter.' Needless, they should know the victory condition for this battle. "In my own opinion, if you really want to know what I think, uh, is the easiest way to beat a creature, is to, uh, have enough distractions for me to get in close, and then with simple skin contact, I should be able to knock them out, if I can flood him with a big enough wave of pain. But, when it comes down to it, location has a lot to do with it. Cucuy, do you see any signs of this amalgam? However, after this bit of conversation, we should fall silent, in order to avoid it running away from us." She wasn't looking forward to using her power to project pain into a creature, but she knew it would be necessary, if there was a creature to fight.

-April 16th, 2000- -5 AM- -Diluculo Branch 22- Ann had had an actual good night of sleep. It was surprising, considering the fact that Marcel was not far away and regularly ached. However, she had been awake for only a few minutes when her new "tablet" decided the best time to wake up was five-o-clock. It was fine anyway. It's not like she had anything to do anyways. She immediately went into the bathroom and took a quick cold shower. She then put on some clothes that reminded her of what she wore on the streets, Jeans ripped up at the bottom of the legs, an oversized black hoodie, and her crimson scarf torn slightly. She got some of her preferred survival equipment together, her pocket knife, her canteen, her lighter, and some other odds and ends. She did need to pick up some food, for breakfast and for the road. She stepped outside of the building, trying to find -April 16th, 2000- -6:50 AM- -Front Hall, Diluculo Branch 22- Ann had not been idle. She had gotten herself a turkey and cheese sandwich and a bag of assorted nuts and seeds. She was actually surprised how close the nearest convenience store was, she didn't even have to call a cab. She even had time to go to the training room and pick up a dagger, not her traditional weapon, but it would be useful in defending herself. She was only slightly annoyed at the fact the car was late. But it mattered little. All that mattered was that she was on her first mission, and Ann could almost feel excitement. She was nervous, but only enough to keep her on edge. It would be a long ride down, so she, crammed into the middle seat, just sat and felt the pain of those passing by.

Ann pondered for a second, searching for a good item that wouldn't hurt herself in the fight. She could mention that she was homeless for the greater part of two years, but that would undermine her deception of making herself seem weaker than she actually was. She could mention that she had a higher pain tolerance, but it would have the exact same effect. She waited a little longer, and then it came to her. "So... I asked the first question, so I might as well state the first fact." She took a deep breath, and then spoke. "I am a practiced pianist. I found a theater in the city who's staff was kind enough to allow me to practice at their facilities, and I regularly go over there to practice. I would be willing to show you all my talent, not all at the same time though!" She stated quickly, just thinking of the crowd and of stage fright. She shuddered at the thought. "Okay, who is next?"

Cade's question didn't bother her at all. She had been asked this many times, and no matter how weak her Id made her look, it mattered not to her, because the weaker she looked, the more she would be underestimated, and therefore able to get the leg up on her new teammates in competitions. "It is fine. These are the cards life dealt me, and I will use them as best I can." They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Ann came up with a question for him. "So, you are from France, yes?" She asked. Before he could respond, she began to speak in French, hoping that speaking the language would help foster a connection between them, because Ann wanted at least to not have an awkward relationship between them. *I know some French as well. Does this help you feel more pleasant?* And on they went, continuing to just talk and awkwardly ask questions in English and French, just passing the time until the Team Exercise. -April 15th, 2000- -2 PM- -Front Hall, Diluculo Branch 22- Ann had not expected to be waiting for the Major to come to her own Team Exercise. However, at the very least she could ask questions to the Captain. After sitting down in the meeting room, Ann took the opportunity to ask the first few questions. "I, uh, have two questions for you, Captain. First, could you maybe possibly not refer to yourself as an older sibling. It makes me feel, um..." She paused for a second to think about the words she was going to say, and then abruptly spoke again. "It makes me feel uncomfortable, okay?" She stated quickly. She then slowed down and asked her second question. "Second, are their any specific rules we should know about?" Ann then listened for the answer, then slightly sank into her chair as she waited for this Q&A session to end.

"Death it is. Enjoy your journey through the stars." Amara took his knife and slit his throat. And then in rolled the the fog from the corpses. Amara looked in horror. "Claude, I think the dispenser should be nice and full of Rockets. Unless you fancy fighting undead hippies bare handed." Amara quickly ran toward the gates, getting some distance between himself and the eco-zombies. He stabbed any that he passed by, just trying to clear some room for him to make a stand. He whipped out his revolver, and began firing at those that got too close. If he couldn't shoot them in time, he backpedaled. He eventually found he was low on ammo, and almost at the front door of Mann Co. He called out desperately, trying to get some attention from the boss. "Mr. Hale! I think, *cough*, I think we have some very bad problems! Apparently Hippies have Magic!" Amara found he began to choke on the blue smoke, and it began to cloud his sight. He just continued to fight, knowing that if he didn't stop shooting, he would be engulfed in smoke and ripped apart by undead hippies. A fate worse than death indeed.