calm the lamenting(yoshi)

[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] The beginning of spring was definitely one of his favorite times of the year. It wasn't too hot or too cold. Slight chill in the air as well as the smell of fresh grass and trees. The smell of life in generally. He liked being /outside./ Outside meant freedom. He didn't really like being cooped up anywhere. Several years in a place where you were cooped up at all hours of the day with very little time outside and when you were....you were always being watched by those nice young men in their pristine white coats. A soft breath of air escaped his lips as he did his tai chi movements, a varied mixture of soft breaths of air and body movement. Very relaxing. One of his therapists - who had believed more in natural things like yoga or tai chi had shown him. That therapist had been one of the few who didn't want him on anti depressants. He'd had several various therapists during his time in the mental ward at the hospital and even after he'd been discharged - and he'd gone back to the one even after. He had anti depressants, but those were for emergencies if he felt he needed to be...not so unhappy. Namok's bare foot lightly prodded the music playing Ipod on the ground, pausing the music as he stopped his tai chi for the afternoon. He picked up a bottle of water, taking a short drink from the bottle before returning to what he had previously been doing, sighing softly in pleasure. Tai chi was definitely a great stress reliever - healthy too apparently. He started the light music against and continued his tai chi, off in his own little world of relaxation and calm. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, KEEP CALM AND TAI CHI ON. WORD COUNT 292 TAGS Yoshi[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ Simple and Sweet -- Pleasant Fantasies ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro had literally walked down that hall hundreds of time. That was just today. Since he’s messed up his lab…Okay, destroyed his lab, he had to move Minoru to his rooms. The room that had windows, he’s had them bared now of course, a door, which had four passkeys on it, and a closet. He didn’t know why he feared the wardrobe, but he did. What if it fell on Minoru. He turned on his heel again, walking back towards his quarters. “Just a little peek won’t hurt right?” He said to himself. He had said that the past hundred times and he was always stopped by his sacrifice’s guardian, Akumu. Each and every time, he told the Fighter that Minoru was fine and was reading some of the books he’d left out. He stopped. Maybe he was being a bit overprotective. No you’re not. You’re keeping him from leaving. Yoshiro shook his head a bit. It was that voice again. Just a while back, he wanted Minoru to go out to town with him. if you would have, he probably would have ran. the voice was louder now and he couldn’t figure out why. He bit the inside of his lip before turning on his heel, heading for the direction that was not Minoru. His pace was fast for a man of his age, and he really didn’t slow down until he heard music. It wasn’t anything like He’d heard passing most of the dorms. It was calm and gentle. He followed his ears to the music. He blinked a bit as he arrived at the courtyard. He narrowed his eyes a bit as the sun fully assaulted his eyes. He had stayed in the shade, but now, ouch. He saw a mass of blond hair and next a body flowing gracefully to the music. Just what on earth was he doing? Well, it was something to take his mind off of Minoru, and he was a scientist, therefore this would bother him until he discovered what it was he was doing. He walked out into the courtyard, a slight shiver running up his body. It was still chilly out there, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He stood just a bit behind the boy, a smile on his face. “Ne, otouto-kun, what are you doing.” His voice held a mocking tone to it, despite his rapid heartbeat to get back to Minoru. “It looks like fun.” .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Gakupo/18.png); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]❝ Namok❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 409 words ❞[/style]

[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] The light, calming music continued to play as Namok easily followed the music with his calm movements. He was lightly balanced on one leg with a soft sigh of calming air. He was almost finished with his daily work-out. After this...hmn. He didn't really know what he was going to do. Maybe go take a bubble bath to further the 'calm' and 'stressless' feelings of tranquility. He was surprised...no wait, more along the lines of startled as a voice...it sounded kind of...mocking rose over the music and he paused in his movements, leaning over to turn off the music before straightening back up to see who was addressing him. He didn't recognize the purple-haired male at first, so he didn't really address him in any formal manner as one should their boss. He technically was his boss, wasn't he? When Namok spoke, it was more of a casual tone than anything - he was definitely was feeling the effects of his tai chi work out - he was calm and feeling stress free at the moment. Although, the presence of this man..something was off about it. He kind of reminded Namok of some of the people he'd met in the psyche ward...not all of them were forced to be there like he had been - he was labeled a danger to himself...or something. Some of them had been admitted because they wanted to be there. He'd seen all sorts of mental diseases while in the hospital - including a woman who believed that she was actually a werewolf - clinical lycanthropy. Hmn. There was a sex addict and the odd man who had fingers as sticky as syrup. The only thing he ever stole was left socks, though. However, Namok couldn't place it with this man. He had the crazy air...but he couldn't label his crazy at the moment. Maybe it was just him. "It's Tai Chi - it's form of Chinese martial arts that promotes health and a stress-free mind," Namok answered easily with a smile. "Very relaxing." He grabbed a small throw towel off of the ground next to his bottle of water, wiping his face lightly with it before draping it over his shoulder. "I also do yoga - which is for both body and mind." A soft smirk crossed over his features. "Tai chi is something even somebody of your age could do." Namok could tell that he was older than he was...if just because of how he had referred to him as when he spoke last. Besides, he had the old-timer look. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, STAY CALM, NAMOK. HE'S THE DOCTOR WORD COUNT 421 TAGS Yoshi[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I am searching for sweet memories ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro watched as he turned off the music. Why? It was calming. But Yoshiro didn’t pry. It was something he’d also learned to do with Minoru. Maybe his ipod was going dead? Yes, that was a reasonable hypothesis and could easily be proven correct. Yoshiro listened intently as the boy told him what he was doing. Tai…chi? Yes, he’d heard of it before, but he never expected someone of his age to do it. As a matter of fact, he didn’t think that anyone in the school would do it. “Odd ones they are, the young ones of today.” He muttered under his breath. Wait…young ones? His eyes widened a bit before his heart rate picked up again. Minoru! He began to turn back in Minoru’s direction, but knew that once he got there, Akumu would give him the same answer once again. No he won’t this time. Perhaps Minoru is hurt. Like you said, the Wardrobe has a wobbly leg. Maybe he was near it and it fell? Yoshiro shook his head a bit. No, that was plausible, but highly unlikely to happen…Wasn’t it? But he would feel when Minoru was in danger, right? “Teufel noch mal!“ He cursed. He wanted to see Minoru, at the same time, he wanted to give the other some space. After the lab incident, he really needed to. „I assure you. I am not as old as you think.“ He smiled at the other. „There’s still some action left in these bones yet.“ He said as he lifted an arm and flexed it underneath his lab coat. Always with this smile. Why did he always feel as though he needed to put on a happy air around himself whenever his mind was in turmoil. Because you think that it’ll help calm Minoru down...and you don’t want to be labeled a physco. He shook his head again, the smile fading on his face. No, that wasn’t true...was it? Of course not. It couldn’t be. During this whole fiasco, his body tensed and his eyes dilated. His breath had become as quick as his heart, no doubt the emergence of Dr.Demento. This continued for a few more seconds before he stopped. Another smiled crept on his face, not the one from before though. „Oi, Otouto-kun,“ His voice was laced heavily with a German accent as it did when his concern for Minoru had gone over the edge, „You shouldn’t wipe your face off with a towel that has been sitting in the grass. It could clog up your pores and Poof,“ He closed and opened his hand like a mini explosion „Ein Pickel erscheint... A pimple appears kleine. And I am sure you wouldn’t want that right?“ [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/t5ht1s.jpg); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]❝ Namok❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 454 words ❞[/style]

[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] Namok was slightly creeped out by this man. He seemed...off, as he had noted before. He was panicky about something, the way he noticed his eyes fractionally grow wider. What was his problem, anyway? And now he was swearing in...what was that? Russian or something? Language wasn't Namok's strong point. He knew Japanese and English. And romance. Romance was a language, wasn't it? There were Romance languages...but this was just general romance. Namok raised an eyebrow slightly at the idea that there was still action in those old bones. Hmn. Certainly - it did depend on the amount of exercise one got. Namok hoped that when he was older, he would still be as good-looking and in shape as he ever was...and not locked up in the crazy house again. There was a chance that he would take after the same mental illnesses as his mother...and man, she'd been a cocktail of anxiety disorders, personality disorders...and down right psychosis. Namok thought about it as the other warned him about clogged pores. He had fairly clear skin - washing it daily and the like. He didn't overuse lotions or anything that could possibly cause anything bad for his skin. He blinked slightly, more about the tone of voice he was being spoken to into. "The towel itself is clean. My skin is clear anyway, even with sweat," he commented getting more and more curious with this man as he watched him. Something was definitely off about him. He seemed anxious about something. "Are you alright? You seem...I dunno, anxious about something." He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. The fact that he hadn't introduced himself dawned upon him - usually it was one of the first things he did when he met somebody from another unit or a woman. "Oh! I'm Namok, by the way. Clave. I'm the Sacrifice for the Relentless unit. Well, Voluptous would be my true name - but I prefer being the Sacrifice for Relentless." he admitted. He was within Transcendere Fatum's headquarters...the fact that he was one of the few unit halves who chose to align himself with another unit wasn't as frowned upon here as it would have been within Septimal Moon or otherwise. They worked as a unit...however, they were not a fully bonded unit...no matter how much either of them wanted to be. Namok loved being the Sacrifice for Relentless, while they'd never been in a spellbattle before...Namok was certain that Shizuka was more than capable of tackling a fully bonded unit and win. The bond they had forged with was strong...even if their name bonds were with others. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, |D Look. I replied. WORD COUNT 438 TAGS Yoshi[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ UNABLE TO SEE EVEN MY OWN EMOTIONS, I TURN MY EYES AWAY. ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro’s mind gently whirled back and forth. Minoru is going to be hurt. It’s your fault for leaving him on his own…What if Akumu tries to take him away from you? How do you know that he can be trusted? Yoshiro gently shook his head again. ‘No, he wouldn’t. Akumu was picked for the purpose of Protecting Minoru at all costs.’ Even if that person was you he needed to be protected from? Yoshiro’s bottom lip began to quiver. ‘No. I can’t be the reason be needs to be protected. I protect him myself.’ He could hear the other voice chuckle. Your so called protection hurts Minoru-kun more than it actually protects him. Maybe it’s about time you quit this stupid fear of him being hurt? If you keep a bird locked in its cage all its life, It’ll dream of freedom. It chuckled again. In most cases, freedom comes in forms of any means. That was wrong…wasn’t it? Why did Minoru have to move into your private rooms? ‘Because The lab was destroyed and the chemicals could kill him.’ WHY was the lab destroyed?. He could feel his heart squeeze in itself. No. He had to stop it…He needed a distraction, and what luck that the boy began to speak again. That could get his mind off of those thoughts. “I highly doubt dat the tovel vill be clean. Did you know dat you lose about three billion skin cells a second?” he questioned, his German accent thicker than it was a while ago. His eyes darted quickly in the direction of Minoru’s current rooms. It was a five minute walk, surely he could…He shook his head. No. he couldn’t. Minoru needed space. He wouldn’t go back on his word. He couldn’t go back on his word. “Ja..I mean ‘yes’. I am very vell. Thank you for auking.” His eyes slid back to the blond in front of him. He couldn’t be that young, blue eyes scanned the boy. ‘Which was this one?’ There were a lot of blondes in that school and he always had trouble telling all of them apart…unless they had some feature that stared him flat in the face. His eyebrows shot up a bit once he heard the name. Namok Clave. His mind whirled around a bit, trying to place profile with the name. He was not a mendax. Yet, he was paired with another, Shizuka-chan, if he wasn’t mistaken. His eyes narrowed a bit as his shoulders tensed up. Very curious. Why hadn’t that been at the forefront of his mind? You were too busy with Minoru-chan. That’s why. Yoshiro’s grip tightened on the clipboard he had been holding. It was wrong. A smile rolled onto his face once more, a typical forced Yoshiro smile that he always placed on for Minoru. “Ah. Namok-kun. It is very nice to see dat you are vell okay.” He gave his head a small nod in greeting. “I am the School’s founder, Yoshivo von Wolfgang. But you may call me Midovi or Shivo.” Or Dr.Demento This caused Yoshiro to shake his head a bit. Only the students who’d seen him…like that have called him that. And he hated it. It was a nightmare where he couldn’t control his actions and someone had put him in the back seat and forced him to watch. It was horrible. But you love it! You love watching life deplete in front of your eyes! You love destroying cells and atoms! You love poisoning all those who have failed as Mendax! The grip on the clipboard was getting tighter and sounds of splinting wood was heard. ‘No. No. No. That’s not true! I..I..don’t. If it is to protect Minoru, then I shall, but I don’t enjoy it’. The blue eyes began to dilate once again. He was still safe…as long as he didn’t laugh. If he laughed, he would lose it and who knows what… I would do? I’d rake his face off with this clipboard Yoshiro paled. The other him said it as though he was discussing the weather. It was sickening. He could feel his body stiffening up at the mere thought. [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/21ek40.gif); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]Namok; tagged ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 700 words ❞[/style]

[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Why was he being told about the skin cells? He wasn't a dermatologist...but his skin was about as clear as they came. He ate healthy enough, exercised, and washed his face on a daily basis. He didn't clog his pores with needless skin creams or anything. His head tilted to the side slightly. "Mnh. Well, I was going to take a shower after this anyway - steam is good for unclogging pores and whatnot," Namok stated knowledgeably, blinking slightly as the man's German accent became heavier. That was odd. He was speaking just fine a moment ago, mostly. Namok blinked...wait. So. Fuck. He'd been being...not at all respectful to the man who was letting him be with Shizuka. Well, it wasn't that he was letting him...it was just that...he'd created a place where he could be with somebody from another unit without it being frowned upon. A soft shading of red crossed over his cheeks. "Oh. I've been kind of rude, haven't I? I didn't realize." Namok's head tilted to the side slightly as he smiled. "I should also thank you - there's very few who don't mind seeing a unit mismatch themselves. I know the other who shares my name - but she took a blank before she met me. I'm glad that I don't have to worry about her and feeling bad that I chose to be the Sacrifice for Relentless." Namok watched his hands clench the clipboard hard enough to almost break it half. Something was...definitely off about him. Maybe...he was bipolar? No. That wasn't it...but it could have been. "Something the matter?" Namok asked, tilting his head slightly as his eyes narrowed slightly, picking out the various little hints of his mental stability. It wasn't stable from what he saw. He had seemed just fine a few moments ago...but bipolars and even those with identity disorders or multiple personalities could switch at the blink of an eye. He was starting to become wary of the other male, but seemed to hide it well enough. He knew how to hide emotions and what he felt. It was something he had learned to do being around psychologists and all of them wanted to know what he was feeling and why he was feeling it. It was a wonder Namok didn't go into psychology, with what he knew of it after years of psychiatric help. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, Namok is wary of Dr. D. WORD COUNT 396 TAGS Yoshi[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I CONSTANTLY SEEK FREEDOM, BUT AM UNABLE TO FIND IT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] what’s wrong? You know that of which I speak is correct. Not even your precious theories can dispute me. Yoshiro could feel his body shake and shiver now. It was right. He couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, the hypothesis he came up with here always shattered by the other him. ‘ Perhaps you are correct. They cannot. But that does not mean that I cannot try!’

[/s][/color] It was a fact that ninety-nine percent of science was trial and error. His teeth grit a bit.

“Nien…no. You hav nut veen vude. I dink dat you hav veen vevy nice to me.” The smile had lessened and he was sweating a bit in effort to keep it there. Was it always this hard to keep the smile? Did his body always shake with this much effort? No? Yes? Maybe?

“ You’re velcome. Dis is Vhy de school vas cveated. To remedy situations such aus dat one.” His heart, it felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, or burst. Which ever came first.

Speaking of dying Yoshiro, How is that new number Thirteen coming along? Is she almost at her dead line? The voice was teasing before Yoshiro’s eyes widened even farther. Yes. Her deadling was today. If she could not cast spells, she would have to be desposed of. When had he started to think like that? Disposed of? It made it sound like he had just burned dinner and had to remake it. You’ve always been this way Yoshi. Yoshiro began to shake even more now. It was shortening his name. It meant that he would possible lose control soon, if it kept doing his self appointed job. Self appointed? It sounded hurt for a second before the chuckles bounced off of the walls in his head. YOU assigned this job to me. YOU made it so that I exist! It’s YOUR fault I am created. Face it Yoshi. I AM YOU. You are ME. We are ONE! his body stopped shaking and the clipboard snapped. It was almost the sound of his control breaking. His eyes dialated before a chuckle escaped his lips. The chuckle slowly turned to quiet laughter before an out right laugh.

“Heehaahehheheheh. My, my. What adorable children we have here.” His shoulders shook a bit in the laughter. “ I have to say, you are far prettier than the thirteen we have in the basement Namok.” The accent was gone, but the voice had taken a half step down in the tone. The smile was back, but it didn't quiet feel right to Yoshiro, but it was all too perfect for Dr. Demento. “Tell me Namok. Do you enjoy being with Shizuka very much?” The body began to move and pace around a circle of seven feet around the blond. “Is she everything you dreamed of? Or is she just a quick fix until something better comes along?”


Yoshiro could feel his smile widen and he could feel how helpless he truly was. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him. Yamatte! You’re going to upset him! The body stopped. ‘So? What do I care?’ Yoshiro could feel his control slipping more and more with Demento’s words. He could be a valuable asset! Yoshiro knew it was harsh, but sometimes it was what he ad to do to keep Demento from going bull blown. “Like we care.” He made a point to look at Namok when he said this. “What he thinks us. You know it as well as I.” Yoshiro tried to shake their head, but the other had control over it. Irrig! You’re not right! It’s- “ ‘My fault’ right?” Shoulders began to shake again. “HehehehahahahahaHA!” The laugh made Yoshiro’s stomach turn. He’d lost a little more control now…it wasn’t right. Now one of the students would know why the olders called him… “Dr. Demento. Nice to meetcha cutie.”

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[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]There was something wrong with this man...it wasn't physical. He seemed to be healthy, for a man of his age at least. While you can't really tell one's health by simply looking at him, a lot of this simply seemed to be in his head. The shaking, the sudden changes in demeanor...that was all in his head. It was probably the reason why nobody really saw Yoshiro that often - besides the fact he was one of the scientists within the school and probably spent much of his time in the lab...but some of those types of people, not the scientist type but who with a mental disorder often preferred to seclude themselves from the outside world. His own mother had done that. As the tone and even the accent changed with Yoshiro's voice, Namok could easily tell that it wasn't Yoshiro in the front seat at the moment. So...he wasn't bipolar, but it seemed to he had more than one personality. Having more than one personality was definitely an oddity. More than one person sharing only one body...Sometimes they knew the other existed and sometimes they didn't. It was troublesome if they didn't know, though...they'd lose patches of their lives. This personality seemed a lot more...how to put it? Creepy than the previous ones. Who was in their basement? He didn't really want to know...but he was pleased that he was prettier than them. "Uhmn...thanks. I think..." He remained in place where he was, only his gaze lightly following the other as he circled in a predatory fashion, questioning his relationship with his Sacrifice. "I am very happy with Shizuka," he answered immediately. "I feel that the name Relentless is a much better fit than the name Voluptous, no matter how pretty I am," he admitted easily. The way he was speaking...that he was merely using Shizuka until a blank or something was sort of angering, but he knew what other units thought of a mismatched unit sometimes. They were together until one of them found a blank or found their true half. Namok had done the latter and remained faithful. The former would never happen...but did Shizuka feel the same? Of course she did! Why wouldn't she? His suspicions of dual personalities was confirmed as he introduced himself under a different name - also calling him cutie which made his skin crawl just a little bit. While he had been hit on by men before...but they weren't....creepy like this man was. Namok preferred women through and through. Especially red-heads like Shizuka. "So there's Dr. Demento and then there's Yoshiro. Anybody else in there I should know about?" he asked casually, almost as if he had seen multiple personalities before. His head slightly tiled to the side, he continued to speak, calmly and not at all like he was freaked out. It was just like trying to talk his mother out of his psychotic moments. Only he wasn't trying to kill him like his mother had on several occasions. Compared to that, this was a walk in the park."Must be hard to deal with two different people inside of one head." [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, Derh WORD COUNT 522 TAGS Yoshi[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ PAIN WITHOUT LOVE. PAIN, I CAN’T GET ENOUGH ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Demento made their face drop the smile slightly as if to show some type of disappointment. “You’re welcome cutie.” He stopped and picked the smile back up. He listened to Namok as he answered the question. He knew that there was a strong truth behind his words…but he wouldn't be Demento if he didn’t continue to challenge it now would he? Demento, Yamatte. You have your answer now leave him be. “Hahahahaha. Leave him be?” He looked at Namok with laughter haunting his eyes. ‘I think not!’/ He thought before Namok spoke again. A light sneer worked its way across his face. “No. It is just Myself and Yoshiro.” He walked towards his broken clipboards and light chuckles left his lips, making his shoulders shake. If only Yoshiro could pick up his sanity this easily, then perhaps he would be gone, but both personalities knew it would never happen. He twitched at Namok’s final statement. They were not two different people. His eyes widened and began to dialate again. “You are wrong little one.” He laughed, picking up a piece of the clipboard. “We are one person. I am a part of Yoshiro.” He smiled as he felt Yoshiro rattle in his cage. “Whather he wants to believe it or not.” He held the wood to his free hand. “He’s afraid of Minoru getting hurt. But he does acknowledge that as long as I am here,” He dug it into his palm, “His precious Minoru is safe….HahahahahehehehehHAHAHAHA!” The laugh grew louder as Demento shoved the wood into his hand. “Deal with you say?” Laughs still racked his body. “I assure you. ‘Dealing with’ me is far more taxing than it is with Yoshiro since he’s such a good man.” He looked at his wounded hand. “Though the good always[/i[ suffer more than the wicked.” He closed his hand and watched as the wound bled out more. ‘ I am going to pound that into our head. Even if it kills us. He thought. No. Demento stop. If you keep injuring us like this, we won’t have enough energy to properly protect Minoru! The smile grew on their face. “Minoru, this. Minoru that. You surely think a lot about someone who may leave you.” He smiled wider as Yoshiro stopped rattling the cage. Demento two, Yoshiro zero. “Now that I have control completely.” He looked at Namok. “How about we play a little game?” .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Gakupo/23.png); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]Namok; tagged ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 404 words ❞[/style]