Re: In the Year of 3028...

[Zenix]

Grin nods. "Well, the blueprint was made by Shade, so I can understand a little bit of it." He points to a section of symbols to the upper right of the sketched gem. "These are measurements, each calculated to ensure precision, as the gem does need to be cut in a certain manner in order to maintain stability when we manage to charge it. Beneath that is how exactly the gem is supposed to be cut; by hand, which was a pain, especially since it needed to be practically flawless. To the left of the gem is the manner in which it should be charged, using several forms of energy rather than a single one, each putting in a balanced input. Somewhere on here are the potential uses of the gem, measurements of the energy potentially outputted, precautions in case of instability, and Shayde is currently working on a theory to allow the gem to contain this energy..." Grin sighs. "It's all a huge pain in the ass, but it's important to her, so i deal with it..."

He crosses his arms looking at the other drawings. "Most of these other sketches depict dreams. Nightmares, visions of which are difficult to describe, really. Some are peaceful, serene. Others chaotic and destructive. Some painful, some happy... I document them, put them up as if they had some sort of meaning. Reason...
They don't of course. I doubt they do." He sighs... "Just chaos of a twisted mind, am i right? Hah, oh well. The rest is simply art of a spiritual nature. Spirit science. Measurements, documentation, memory, and simply art." He shrugs and sighs.

[ShadowsWind]

Her eyes didn't leave the crystal when she spoke. "Dreams oftentimes have a meaning, whether encoded within the fabrics of it, or quite blatantly there."
She rolled her shoulders before continuing, "Sometimes dreams are memories. Sometimes they're associations. Dreaming of one's own demise oftentimes just means they feel as if something is going on that is crushing them. Killing them." She turned, looking Zenix in the eye. "Of course, some are nonsense when you have no stress. But never is there a dream with no purpose. Even unsensible dreams have reasons, but most can't see it." She fell silent, turning back to the crystal drawing on the blueprint.
"...sometimes dreams are memories you know, and sometimes of lives long forgotten. Or even some you wish you'd forgotten a long time ago." Mischief laughs bitterly. "Things you regret, or hate to love. The little dark things in the back of your mind that you want to keep hidden from your waking self."
The Shadow rose and began to pace as she ranted on, disregarding the rest of who or what was in the room as she spoke. "The way you felt when another's blood was on your hands, or the way you felt when you finally got revenge. The look on the face of the being you hate most when you get the upper hand. When you win." She snarled, her eyes starting to change from magenta to a dulled, greyed-out green. "The things you'd never speak of to another soul, because if they knew, oh, if they knew the inner workings of your mind, they'd only flee. Their fear would overwhelm them, just as it has you. Everyone fears themselves. Everyone hates who they are, to an extent. Something about one's self makes their blood boil, because deep down, they know what they can do."
She paused, taking a moment to shake her head. A faint glowing of pure green could be seen now, as she spoke. "Dreams can be the things you love. A person in another life, who could make you feel as if nothing else mattered. Your rock, your foundation you built yourself up upon, who lifted you up, even if it hurt, because they loved you. It could be a chitli- er... child's laughter. A child who has touched your heart, just by their innocence. Their purity. Or perhaps, it is a place that makes you feel warm. Content. Happy." She paced past Zenix, and continued, "Your dreams are a place you can escape, but your mind always reminds you of what's out there." Mischief's voice was strong, but soft, as she turned her entire body to look straight into Zenix, as if she was looking into his soul.
"Your mortal body," she breathed, "Is scared you'll realize who you are, and abandon it."
After a few moments, she sighed. "Speaking of sleep. I'm going to do just that. With the human body. If there's blood anywhere, it's likely hers- or uh. Well. Mine, technically." With that, she turned, entered her body-vessel, and promptly fell asleep without another word to the snowy-haired kid.

[Zenix]

Grin is left with a million thoughts going through his mind. Dreams, memories, love, hate, spirit and body. His thoughts, body, soul, all connected through precious threads of natural spiritual energy. Reincarnation, enlightenment, crystalline energy, chackras, history, Atlantis, time and space. Vortex, blackness, darkness, life, death, all cycled, all connected.
Love fear, and fear love. Was it something loved that is remembered or something hated that brought nightmares that made one so afraid to sleep. Was discovering ones self so bad as to have your own body refuse to remember...
Everyone had shadows, a darkness within them and a seed of chaos sprouting within. Imbalance. This is why, in all entities, all species, one is no better than another. There will always be imbalance. In normal cases, at least. This he knew. His dreams are of peace. Chaos, fear. Hate, love, happiness, suffering. All a pain he wanted so dearly to forget as he forgot the burning in his lungs. Barriers of thought torn down by fungal cells. Unconnected thoughts suddenly connected via the loss of previous connections. He thought differently, but did that also alter his connection to his very soul..? Did that mean he had flashes of his spirit..
What were his dreams of.. Glimpses of his soul or fears of the modern day. Chaos of his own mind or memories of his spirit? Perhaps he was thinking too much about this...
He looks to the crystal's blueprint. He had it in his closet, in the steel latched case. Protected, safe from everyone, everything. It was too important to lose. But what was it for?
Bringing balance to the world and everything it can extend to. Enlightenment, that was the goal, at least... But how would it work... He knew that was Shayde's goal, and how would she make it work...? Who even was Shayde... A friend, but a being that not even an entity could see.. There was certainly more to his first dark companion, his shadow. And Mischief... There was something about her that part of him was pulled to. A string of an urge, one to serve, yet not as an inferior... To care for, protect, though he knew she wouldn't need such protection. The queen had a way about her, but one he was naturally inclined to follow, and ensure her contentment as a friend would...
Grin shakes his head. He felt sleep sneaking up on him, something he hated. Sleep meant the nightmares would come again... He had to occupy himself with something, give his mind something to do other than idly think. Blood. He starts searching around for bandaging, something he kept plenty of around, as not feeling any pain in your body led to many dings, cuts and slices and splits even when just walking around. He pulls a pack from one of the cabinets in the kitchen, making his way over to the sleeping Mischief's body and gently bandaging her head, being careful not to stir her enough to the point where she wakes up. He didn't know the queen, really, and didn't really want the awkwardness of her waking up to his hands on her. She needed the aid, anyways, if she wanted her body to stay strong. Though she might be able to affect that at will...
He sighs, putting the remains of the first aid kit away when he's fully bandaged her. With all the thoughts going through his mind, there was only one real, major question going through him..

Who was he..?

[Aperi]

It was then, blocks away from her meeting with the giggling shadow, that Aperi realized her predicament. She paused, eyes narrowing as she calculated her shallow, uneven gasps of breath. As the clarity of the adrenaline fizzled out, the clarity of her mind did as well. Her tail's iron grip on the human faltered, and she grumbled and staggered as she all but dragged the broken body into a back alleyway to regather her senses. She slumped over, and the human's groans of pain were all but lost to her ears. Everything was boiling down to primality. And that meant The Nightcrawler was seething, growling, and twitching as she formed back into it, forgetting the way she needed to be dulled to be functional; forgetting she needed to be functional at all.

She now registered the sweating and shaking she had been doing this entire time, and brought a quivering talon to her visage. Why was she shaking so badly? It had to be something. Logic was hard to find as her mind was no longer hers, only the whims of the loudening screams and hoarse cries of thousands of voices begging to be heard over one another. They were... begging. Growling, groveling over a certain thought. She craved... she couldn't remember what she craved. But she needed something. She didn't know why they were screaming about this, and she didn't care. But she didn't like this new-found weakness. She could feel the ache of her stomach as it cried out for meat, the blistering heat of her cells exploding with the energy that she was running low on, the pain of her semi-healed arm that she now held up with slight disgust. And she wanted it to stop. So she listened.

Snarling, she slammed her yellowed, curved talons to the ground, blood pounding in the flat drums on the sides of her head just below the curve of her 'mask'; ears similar to what you'd find on frogs or lizards. Blood pounding... blood. That was it; that is what she must be craving. A giggle like something out of a nightmare emerged from her throat, dry and crackling like an ancient radio that wasn't quite in tune. Out of malice, Aperi tightened her grip on the body she held until she heard ribs crack and the splutter of blood from a ragged cough. She smiled; it was the small things in life that gave her joy. Go there, voices called out. Go there to kill him and steal the silver box, they continued. Aperi did not consciously know where 'there' was at this moment, but her feet seemed to. And so, she decided to head to where her feet wanted to take her.

[Aperi]

An almond shaped, yellow-white ‘mask’, curved down at the edges and rounded at the points; two shocking, neon eyes peering through slightly uneven holes in a similar shape of the mask, the right one chipped at the side in such a way that it looked like a claw had sliced through like butter. This was what The Nightcrawler saw just before crescent talons ruined the image in the water as she trod on; her pace was not swift, but it was sure. Her head swiveled back to face what was ahead of her, eyelids sliding in from the sides ever so slightly; her expression appeared curious as she tilted her head. A man was in front of a crooked, half-open door, beating what appeared to be some sort of hide. Dust and dirt flew from it, and it disturbed her clear vision, making her eyes water to flush out the foreign particles.

What a bother, she thought. The man wasn’t even looking at her, his eyebrows were furrowed as he focused only on whacking the filth off the mat. She decided she didn’t like this man. A low rumble of distaste emanated from her chest, and now her did look at her; his expression was not of fear, as she had expected, but of annoyance. “Get out of here, beasty.” he snorted, waving a hand at her as if to shoo her away. What a bother, she thought once more; jaw dropping loose from it’s place hidden ‘neath her mask as a line of drool left her mouth, three rows of broken teeth quite ready to find themselves a home embedded in flesh. He dropped the mat, grumbling. “Every day, every day these illiterate foreigners come trailing pathetically over to my house, begging for handouts. Well, you won’t find yourself a home here!” he snapped.

She snapped, as well. But in a literal sense, her head coiling back like a snake’s before striking out sideways, grasping his face between her jaws. He screamed in horror and beat at the sides of her head like it would help. An annoying bug should be squashed, her mind hummed. Just like that, her powerful jaws clenched down and popped the man’s head like a grape. She left the carcass there, she hardly found the body (now twitching from final nerve impulses) appetizing. She didn’t eat bugs, after all. How unsophisticated.

[Zenix]

Zenix woke with a jolt in the chair he had dozed off in, gripping hard into the fabric covering the arms on each side of the thing.
He didnt realize he had fallen into his dreams until the nightmare truly began. It wasnt something that registered until the terrible things started happening, in which he could never wake up until the end. This time, it wasnt the fire and lava that bothered him, nor was it the feeling of blood clogging his breathing, no. It was the void, a blackness drawing everything in, growing, spreading as it did the opposite of its intended purpose...
Made to create, it ultimately became a source of destruction. Cataclysm, Armageddon. The apocalypse, and it wasnt even the physical destruction that was frightening of it, no. It was the fact that he could feel what life that was around the void absorbing into it, fueling it, spreading it more and more and more..

There had to be an escape from the nightmare, and there was. There always was, and it is rather simple. Death within the dream always snapped him awake..
There wasnt much in the lava-speckled landscape, save for rock, void and lava..
Lava... that would have to do...
It not only was frightening and confusing when the liquid rock didnt burn him alive when he dipped into one of the magma pools, but it certainly did when it hit his mouth, tongue, throat... Drowning in the magma...
Painful, intensely hot, and a feeling of melting..

Grin rose from his chair, sweating a little and beginning to pace.. after a few moments, he goes to the kitchen, removing his mask and pouring himself a large glass of icy water, eagerly drinking it down. His body frlt hot.. exhausted...

[ShadowsWind]

Sleep wasn't really sleep, for Mischief.
With a start, Mischief felt herself squeezed into the astral plains, where she normally resided. She could be in her normal, physical form, when she was here- it was a place of the mind, where she was at her highest strength.
Whipping out her vast, chrome wings, she fazed out of the building, looking at the grayish world in freezeframe. For most, everything still moved, but oddly enough, she was... different. There was probably supposed to be color, but since she didn't think color was relevant, it would not appear, unless on a spirit in her plains. It happened rarely, but it made it easy to find them and stomp them out.
Dark alleyways were empty, trash askew- similar to the government in most areas, Mischief mused. There wasn't much going on in the immediate area. The white child would likely be safe for a while longer.
She sat upon the roof of a tall building, sleek black scales ruffling as she blinked, faint magenta screens appearing to her. Her 'mind palace', as it was put in a television show from a few... centuries back? She was really bad with time, since everything was basically happening in a split second and was was hardly relevant anyhow.
She pulled up all the information she had on Chrianite- a small gem, with a shell of an odd, compact material, harder than diamond, though it seemed impossible, and within that shell, another universe. Parallel to this one, but with power tenfold. It could be used to bring peace, or destruction, to all in its wake. If handled by an unstable mind, it would consume the user- which was why Mischief, and the Queens before her, were usually the only ones who would hold possession of it. And never use it. Ever.
Looking at the design of it, it seemed extremely similar to... whatever the grin child was trying to make. Some of the variables were different- for what could a mortal mind comprehend with numbers such as these- but otherwise, it was all spot on.
But how would one create a universe? Playing god was dangerous. The Lucifer Experiment proved that.
Regardless, with a sigh, she cast down the information on the screen.
Suddenly, she was aware of another presence. She saw a blur of color in the corner of her eye. She tensed in preparation, whirling around to face...
Nothing? Curious, she thought, I've never hallucinated in the Plains before...

[Zenix]

Grin sighs, mumbling something to himself as he heads into his 'office' space, if it can be considered that. More than anything, it was a lab, used to test variables of multiple substances, energy, and study upon several theories, equations. He sits in front of his large-scale computer he had put together mostly from parts he had stolen, and continues to steal for further optimization and upgrades, and he opens a drawer in the desk it resides upon, taking out a simple mechanical pencil and paper, starting to draw out the scene that took place in his small amount of rest. It was easy to draw the odd landscapes and unusual features at this point, having come to this odd world in his head a multitude of times. He drew the dreams for many reasons, one being so he wouldnt forget them. The other being that he thought there was a purpose to them. Everything had a reason to it, and maybe if the right shapes come out, that reason would be revealed.

He soon finishes the odd drawing which is more or less of a somewhat roughly detailed sketch of it, and he heads to the livingroom, pasting it onto a wall alongside many others. Standing back to take a look at the large collection of art and posters he had assembled.. He gives a sigh after a few moments, his mind wandering to the crystal he has been developing. He had everything he needed, really. Material-wise, at least. Perhaps not the best of machinery, but he had to manage with what he had. Several alloy devices he had frankensteined together to serve some purpose, guided by his own shadow. He just needed the energy and more of the particular crystal in question. Something particularly rare he had come across while retrieving incriminating photos of some mob boss, to which, in his surprise, Grin was rewarded with the glowing crystal...

This crystal was key in the creation of the energy crystal he and Shayde had been developing for years, and, as such, it couldn't be tested. It was far too dangerous to do so, as there was only so much to use. This is where the entire experiment his a wall, as the testing of applying the required energy to the crystal could easily destroy it, and that the crystal had to be tested to see what the proper amount of energy to be applied was. Zenix was too careful to waste it, as he knew that, if he did, he would likely never see another chunk of it again. He runs his fingers through his white hair, muttering to himself on his predicament, running over theories, tests, equations..

[ShadowsWind]

Glancing around once more at her surroundings, looking again for that hint of color, she shrugged it off. She could investigate later. For now, it was time to harass the Grin child. After all, if Chrianite was what he was really after, he likely couldn't control it, and it would consume him, destroy him. Which would be unfortunate- he was such a pleasant little meatsack. Not like he'd know.
Blinking back into wakefulness, she was conscious that her head had been bandaged. Oh, the smile child, what a precious cinnamon roll he was. Now she wouldn't need to waste time manipulating the body's cells to fix herself up, and could let it happen naturally. Nice!
Getting up, she glanced around, dark eyes taking in the surroundings as she listened for the albino. After hearing the scratch of a pencil, she got up, walking over to him and leaning on him, laying her head on his shoulder.
"You smell different when you're awake." Mischief said, her voice slurred with sleep. She yawned, and picked herself up, looking at his drawings. "Hey, is that Shaniir? That looks like Shaniir. How do you know what Shaniir looks like? It doesn't exist anymore." Asking more questions than a math exam, she admired the sketches. "Oh, hey, that's my place! The palace! Wow, the detail in that one is spectacular." She completely ignored the fact that he had probably been thinking about something before her interrupting.

(@Zenix Mischief keeps attempting to unnerve the smile child with weird comments. "You smell different when you're awake", comments about how hot she is and how she'd do herself. And he doesn't react???? white people)

[Zenix]

Zenix' eyebrow twitches, this thoughts interrupted..
"I smell different when im awake.. Then wouldn't you already know what I smell like, as I was awake before?" He sighs, shaking his head at the strange comment. "As for the drawing and the remainder of your questions, I don't know. I dont know where your from, what Shaniir is. Your home, i guess. I just draw what I see in my dreams." He sighs. "I dont know. It's odd..."

(Sorry, dears, smaller response, as I have a sudden lack of effort right now.)

[ShadowsWind]

After a while of silence, and admiring the pictures, Mischief found herself missing her old planet. It had been such a long time, but it still sent a pang through her.
The iron and jade-covered planet, with lava lakes and diamond rain, weaving underground tunnels and the old, rusting armor hidden away, with no lingering hope of being used again for battle... it was all just a distant memory now.
Along with her species. Jade, Broken.
Siorja.
"Hey. You're good with machines, right, kid?" Her eyes traveled to a blank sheet of graph paper, and she reached for it, grabbing the mechanical pencil from across the deskspace that Zenix was at- it was likely awkward, but Mischief didn't really notice- and began to sketch, measurements and memories flitting through her head as she began tracing out a machine.
A new body.

(This forum is dead. Have a thing???
Also here's a quick little thing of what the robotic Mischief thing is gonna look like:

you guys better join this thing again or im gonna start screaming)

[Zenix]

Zen watches with curious intent as she draws out the diagram, his eyes already shining with his interest, already starting to memorize the curious design.
"Hm... What powers it, exactly..?" He folds his arms, "It doesnt look like it should run on any form of electricity, so it would appear it might need some other power source, no? Unless im wrong and you just plug the tail or something into a wall to charge it." He chuckles, "Doubt that, as amusing as it sounds.."

He closes his eyes, thinking a long moment... "Yes. I am good with machinery, its just getting the material that gives the most problems." He sighs, "Most everything i have and have made have been stolen one way or another. Most of the ones i steal from dont care much if its gone, but a few do. Thats fine, i guess. And, since you have the blueprints, making it shouldnt be too big a problem, i would think. Though, i will say there will be mechanisms unfamiliar to me, i know there will be, so you may need to direct me on those."

(Wha? A new response? How... huh.
I really wish this forum was alive again, though.)

[ShadowsWind]

Mischief's eyes began to glow as Zenix spoke- literally and figuratively- and she flipped the graph paper over, tracing complex tracks and machinery.
"There's gonna be a system to it. There's gonna be water and... some sort of cooling agent. Like in a refrigerator." She traced out some of the lines, signifying where each would be. "The water is moved through the veins like so," she said, drawing a sparse few jets throughout the 'veins', "And the water will run through these, generating hydroelectric power." Adding multiple series of turbans to the veins, she moved to various parts, drawing messy ovals. "These will be the general areas of where the hearts will be- Shadiir were quadvascular- and the veins will run the water through these. However, the water is there to cool the body. So!" She moved down beneath one of the hearts, and began sketching something that looked like the inner mechanics of a fridge. Quite aptly, as she stated, "Basically, using the electricity generated by the turbans, we can refrigerate the body. It'll be like homeostasis." She blinked, thinking a little.
She went on, sketching the mouth separately, "I want this to be cool, too, so what we're gonna need is alcohol, or some other flammable liquid, and some copper rods."
She drew teeth with small holes in them, "The alcohol leaks through here," and then drew the rods in like a tongue, "Then the rods strike to make a spark, igniting it."
She went to the skull afterward, sketching in a little box. "This will be the database! I want the most space you can find or make. If I can store an internet's worth of facts on here, mark my words, I will." She glanced up at him for a split second before returning to her page. "The outside scaling has gotta be the hardest material you can find, other than diamond. The diamond will be my deal." She scrunched up her nose, adding, "I'll probably need to talk to some spiders about the silk to weave in the parts when we're done."
She furrowed her brows, scanning over her work. It was now that she wished she knew how to read. Or spell. It would be a lot easier if she labelled these things...

[Zenix]

Zenix nods, making mental notes of each one of the processes. Convection currents used to generate electricity... neat. Unique in many ways, he'd never heard such a system being used in such a device before. As for memory, it shouldn't be too difficult to find some massive storage crystal discs for her, maybe about 2 or 4 sets would do, depending on the scale of the robot. Er.. body. Fuel wouldn't be a problem. Depending on what effect she desired, there would be different fuels to use. The only problem would be finding an ore harder than diamond.. Lavisite wouldnt be an option, seeing as the crystal was both incredibly hard to come by and also being used in a different project, so the other hardest thing he could think of was Lonsdaleite, also hard to come by, but certainly easier than the uncommon hunk of Lavisite..

"So, spiders? I like spiders, and what do you intend to do with diamond? Hm.. well, i'll see i i can find a source for the material you want. Shouldnt be too hard, save for the scales. Probably will be pretty heavy, dont know if flight will work to well for you without some sort of propulsion. This thing.. You are gonna look awesome." He chuckles, "I cant wait to start on it."

[ShadowsWind]

"Spiders have good silk. Strong silk. I have a particular breed in mind." Mischief wandered over to a window, furrowing her brows as she looked outside. Man, humans were gross. Did they have any standards? Though, she was used to T'jurn standards after all.
"Diamonds are hard and only fracture along the cleavage." She chuckled for a moment at the word 'cleavage'. "Shadiir knew how to work with diamond to... seal the cleavage, I guess. We know how to work with it." She leaned against the frame of the window, not really looking at anything.
"Hazel." she suddenly said, turning towards Zenix. "Start calling me Hazel." Totally not the eye color of an old dead friend. No.
"Anyhow. For the body's plating, some sort of steel would be nice, rather than stone. Also, have you been buying gold?" She paused. "Seriously. If any of your gold is actually pyrite, we can weaponize it. Toxic fumes when in contact with water, y'know?" She turned back to the window. Was he even listening? She didn't know. Or care too much. "I'll work on the skeletal structure. That's gonna be diamond. Lots of it. What's your thought on thievery?" Her eyes were turning a mischievous pink again as she looked out, trying to find a marketplace.
What could possibly go wrong?

(COME ON YOU GUYS THAT IS LITERALLY THE PERFECT PLACE FOR ANYONE TO RUN INTO US I SWEAR)

[Zenix]

Zenix chuxkles, "Well, I'm fine with it. After all, its my living." he chuckles, "I can work on the plating, since youre doing the skeleton. I can also work on the inner components.. Hm.. I notice how your eyes change color with your mood, your thoughts. I can apply that to the machine, too, if you want. Shouldnt be too difficult to do."

Hm... a market wouldnt be too hard to get a lot of supplies from, though some others would be more challenging to get. "We would have to raid a source of steel and diamond. Perhaps some sort of manufacturer... We would have to plan that out, but finding one will probably be the most difficult part."

[ShadowsWind]

Mischief's eyes flickered away from the window towards Zenix, her eyes going back to the normal brown that the body came with. "Perfect. Though from the trades you work with, finding a manufacturer would be far from difficult, hmm?" She chuckled, and her mood seemed to change dramatically.
"I'm heading out. Fixing up this body seems like a good idea until that body can be finished, which will take a while. Also, I need some weapons of my choice. This girl didn't have any on her," Mischief frowned, her eyes casting down at her clothes. "She doesn't even have a good sense of style," she practically spat, "This clothes is so baggy and thin, why not just go without at this rate?" Her brows creased and she stepped towards the door. "Do I even have money? Does this girl have anything?" She huffed. "Guess racism hasn't fixed itself in the past millennia after all."
"Anyhow. When I get back I will likely have about seven whole pizzas with me. And maybe three suitcases. Also some knives." She blew a kiss as she went through the door. "See you later, kid!"

[Zenix]

Zen chuckles and gives a small wave after her. "See you later, dear." He chuckles, headed to his computer station to find a manufacturer.

I dont trust her huffs his spectral companion, She's too... whats the term you people use... Knowledgable? No, that isnt right. Salroan huffs, In any case, I dont trust her. She mutters to which Zenix shrugs, "Hey, give her a chance, would you? She seems kind enough, i mean, she kind of saves my life." Salroan rolls her eyes, Nothing you couldnt have escaped. Zenix sighs, remaining silent as he browses through potential target. After thinking a few moments, he chuckles, "She almost reminds me of a character i saw in a show once." The entity groans, Dont even start...

[ShadowsWind]

(you can tell your spectral companion to eat my-- anyhow she's like. going towards 200 orbits. so she wouldn't exactly be stupid. and salroan can therefore fight me in the pit and she will probably win)

Stalking through the alleys- where else would you stalk? Why would you stalk in the main streets, that would be stupid- Mischief tried to make her way back to where most of the shops were. No, Hazel. She chastised herself, Hazel is the name I'm going by in public. Who the hell names their human child Mischief? I am. One-hundred-and-one percent human. Yes. After tripping on her own foot, she added, with a one-point-eight percent margin of error.
How to stay inconspicuous. That was her challenge, wasn't it? Though she could probably just do whatever she normally did anyhow, it isn't like anyone would really know better.
Market, market, mark...er? That's a Sharpie on the ground. Does that company still exist? Do you have a train of thought? She told herself to shut up.
As she exited her current alley- somehow without getting jumped- there were people. Lots of people. Someone or something made a scene. Not sure if she wanted to check it out, Mi- Hazel stuck to the sidelines, looking around at the shops.
Pizza, clothes, knives, probably going to need to mug someone. She found herself passing the bar again. It was... empty? She didn't question it and hurried on quickly. This human form was such a pretty thing, it'd be a shame if it got torn apart or shot. Or both.

(Look I left an opening for someone to jump in)
(If Zenix responds before you guys I will know this site to be dead officially)

[Zenix]

(what even are these people?)

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