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Voted for Eric Luna for more or less the same reason as Amuary's.

When the cop had stolen his smoke, Callum had been inclined to go and take it back, he had been wanting to go and simply punch the man in the face, but he quickly remembered that he had more cigarettes where that one had come from. He looked around for a moment, looking to see if anybody objected; not that it mattered, of course. Sure enough, two people seemed to dislike the idea of it. The gothic girl that was overly protective of her brother, and the nerd that seemed to be an aspiring librarian. What a boring job, Callum thought to himself. Well, neither of them meant a thing to him, so he took another cig out and lit it, now beginning to enjoy the slight relief it brought him.

He turned his head slightly to look at the know-it-all as he asked his question. Did he really think it mattered whether he worked here or not? What a stupid question. "If you work here, good for you, work's hard to get these days. If you don't, then congratulations, you're a lying *******, but we knew the second part already didn't we?" he said, chuckling to himself a little. "Regardless, It matters very little if you actually do or not. The method of execution won't change depending on your occupation. Although, if you do work here I would ask that you hurry things up a little, like little bookworm here requested. Much as I loooooove socialising, I'm starting to get over it" he said, his voice layered heavily with sarcasm at the end there.​

As Karina collided with Glen, his teeny tiny body in the baby form was sent flying. Across the ground he went, before the baby skidded to a stop. He allowed his eyes to water, looking as sad as ever, and then he did what he did best; he literally cried like a baby. He continued crying, attempting to make Karina develop some kind of a soul, to become human, but to no avail; she was far too robotic for that.

Stopping crying, the baby then gave a very annoyed, but somewhat confused look. Holding up his tiny hand, one single finger could be seen sticking up, a rather rude gesture for a newborn. "What the hell? First you swear in front of a baby, and then you assault one? Who even does that? You're so messed up it's not even funny, how did your homeworld even populate?" he whined in a very high pitched baby voice. Turning back into his regular form, a few bruises could now be seen on the wielder; a very lucky thing indeed considering the monster he had been attacked by.

"You know what you need? You need to be taught a lesson. Being stupid is my thing, but being a monster? You've got that one nailed, and it's gotta stop" he stated. Summoning his keyblade once more, he turned to Karina. He was about to fight her. Running towards her, he was suddenly stopped by an image coming into his mind. It was Karina fighting a boy, or rather murdering him, as she cut him in half with her keyblade in a collisseum. He had no idea who the boy was, no idea where that had happened or when, but he believed it. Something about it made it seem as though it were true, and for the first time he felt a small amount of fear. What if she does the same thing to me? he wondered. Keeping this in mind, he began slowly inching towards her, keyblade raised in a defensive sort of posture as he prepared for her attack.

"I've saved you a bunch of times, you've saved me a couple of times, but hey I'm still in the lead. All that matters is that you're fine, and I'm fine for the moment. Now how about we stop this arguing and get to saving some worlds alright?" the Nobody of the Dark asked, growing tired of that particular conversation. Xero used far too much logic for him to win an argument, so he decided to quit while he was ahead.

After R had said his piece and Ananta had piped up, Gexln looked between the two a couple of times. Ananta had just implied R was planning on sacrificing them. R, the guy who had just saved them all multiple times. R, the guy who had put a stop to his fight with Beuce. "Did you even listen to what he said? He's not going to sacrifice anybody. If he wanted us dead he probably would have just killed us all before, it's not like it'd be hard to do until he got to me. He's the least villainous villain I've ever met!" he exclaimed, unable to suppress his thoughts. "I mean that in a good way R" he added at the end of it. "And just for that comment, Ananta, I'm going to make sure Anta is the first person to be sacrificed if anybody has to die here, and if you think you can stop me from doing it you've got another thing coming. Now, relax and calm the hell down, R isn't going to sacrifice anyone" Gexln said, satisfied he had said the right thing.


Walking in at just the wrong moment after having been unconscious for several hours, Caleb completely misheard what Gexln said due to the distance between them. He held up his hand. "R is going to sacrifice everyone?" he questioned, voice edgy and aggressive as a ball of light enveloped his hand. "Not on my watch. If you want to sacrifice them, you're going to have to go through me!" he said, a weapon in his hand appearing as he spoke. "To lost sheep, I am a guiding shephard. To soldiers, I am a comrade in arms. To demons, I am the fear in their heart" he continued. It was at this point the light subsided, and in one hand he held a pitchfork, in the other was what looked to be a giant kitchen knife. "To the hungry, I am the bacon in the fridge at night!" he cried out dramatically, his personality still not quite himself due to him only being half conscious. One half Caleb, the other half debeucional.

Gexln turned around immediately to look at Caleb, who was making a very dramatic, heroic, and hunger-inducing speech. He also smelt of bacon, surprisingly. "Seriously, does nobody around here listen to what's being said? Nobody is being sacrificed. I mean god damn, even I'm paying attention to things here" The Nobody said, frustration evident in his voice.​

Is there anything I can do to help with this? I know very basic audio editing, but I'd be willing to give just about anything a shot if it helps out.

*late*

I'm going to vote for Cstar aswell. I get the feeling things would've taken a bit longer to happen had she not been posting, so that's what won it for me.

Did thoroughly enjoy listening to each of these, it was certainly a different way to spend some of my evening. Was a tough decision, each of you did remarkably well, but in the end I had to go with Laplace.

Lilith's attention was wavering, her level of wanting to be there was going down quite quickly. At least things were starting to get interesting now though, that was something. She faked a smile at Jedediah upon noticing his heroic grin. Knowing no emotional attachment to the boy, she thought of him purely as a source of amusement, and as long as her act worked she would keep it up, never letting him know the truth. Right as she was about to leave the tunnel altogether, she saw a newcomer enter.

His reactions were...different. One look at him and she could tell he was a lustor, that much was certain. Even if she didn't have her power, she'd certainly be able to tell from the steam rising from his body. The fact he was steaming made him all the more intriguing to the girl. Blinking over, she now noticed the drawing utensil he held. Knowing almost immediately what he had planned, she couldn't help but admire him a little bit. Great minds really did think alike. Reaching out, she simply snatched the marker away from him, burning her hand in the process. "You're hot, in more ways than one" she said with a sly wink at the end of her compliment. She didn't mean it, of course, but hopefully it would distract him away from the fact she had just stolen the marker from him. With a short skip, the troublemaker turned and hurried back to Hunter's unconscious body, to begin drawing a silly face on him.


Hunter was still focusing intensely on Feo and the spiritia, ready to open a can of whoop-ass on them, when he began hearing a voice. It sounded like a narration, almost like somebody was reading out his every action - yes i'm sure it's very creepy for you Hunter - and he could do nothing to stop it. Or could he? He had never heard the voice before, so maybe it was just a temporary thing. Temporary insanity was a thing, wasn't it? As Emi came towards him, Hunter turned around and held up his right arm. In an intense action movement, he blocked the attack and countered with a swift punch, knocking Emi unconscious and screwing Myst's plans over. Satisfied, he-

Wait a minute..what the hell is going on?

"THIS WILL TEACH YOU, VOICE IN MY HEAD. YOU DON'T CONTROL MY MOVEMENTS, NO MATTER HOW WELL THEY'RE NARRATED" he shouted defiantly. Standing his ground and not facing Emi, he was determined to not let his life be run by the mysterious voice in his mind, even if it meant being knocked out. "What? Knocked out? We've only just met, voice, and I already hate yo-" the man began saying, before being hit from behind and being knocked out.


So, it turns out the part about being un-detected meant very little to Sven. He had managed to successfully get to the building without any kind of alarm being raised, but he had by no means been careful. Slaughtering his way there, there was now a small pile of bodies neatly arranged against the wall; men that had tried to stand in his way. It felt good for Sven to kill some humans, he still hadn't forgiven them for what they had done to him. The turmoil he had been put through, and the suffering he had endured still stung as though his brother had been killed before him only the day before.

Keeping this anger in mind, he used it to fuel his determination to save Cierra further. He had failed to protect one person he cared about, he wouldn't fail again. Simply pushing the door open, he was surprised to find it unlocked; the humans trusted each other far too much, it seemed. Inside was a man of darker skin tone. Could he be the chief? He was certainly tall enough to be one. "Hello, little shitstain, I'm going to make you a deal right here, being the kind lustor I am. You tell me where the chief is, and maybe i'll give you a quick death, rather than a long and painful one. He and I have some urgent matters to discuss, and I really don't have time to wait. So, what's your decision?" Sven asked, almost in a taunting tone of voice.​

Glen, having recovered from his bump into the barrier known as reluctancy, was ready to continue the battle, before something occurred to him. "You said testing our own strength, making fun of me for using summons, and then you use Mushu against me? Mushu you're a treacherous lizard...thing, and Karina, you are a hypocritical dog!" he insulted, prepared for the oncoming wrath he was about to receive.

As Karina rushed towards him with her keyblade ready, he saw the murderous intent in her eyes and for a brief moment he panicked. This brief moment would have been longer had he not had gravity magic. Damn that thing was turning useful. Pointing his keyblade at Karina, he cast the gravity magic and chuckled a little as she began floating upside down. She could easily get herself out of that though, he knew that much himself because he abused the crap out of it as it was. Turning away, he began racing away a little bit. He would fight her and he would do his damn best to win, but he needed more time to plan a strategy. Some way of distracting her, some way of stalling things out. If he didn't, she would probably beat him to the point he would cry like a-

He had an idea.

He hadn't used Blend since he had gone to Baker Street, and even then that had taken a little bit of practice, but he only had one chance this time. It was all or nothing. Focusing intensely for a brief moment, he activated his magic and was covered in magical light, before his body shrunk a little bit and he found himself with the appearance of a baby. He had to play the part though or it wouldn't work, that much was certain. So he began waving his arms around in an adorable manner and began giggling a little bit.

Gexln heard the tone of annoyance in Xero's voice, he knew he shouldn't say anything more to piss her off, he knew he would probably literally be killed if he continued, but he felt the urge to say something in response, and god damn he was going to do it.

"So I save your life countless times, one of those times even getting me stabbed through the chest as I fought off literally an entire army for you, I betray quite possibly the most powerful villain to ever exist because I care about you, not once but twice, and I'm nice to you most of the time I've known you, which for me is a huge miracle, and I do one thing and get a death threat given to me? Talk about holding a grudge" Gexln retorted, his voice conveying the same tone of annoyance as Xero's had. He couldn't leave it at that, no. "Bloody women" he murmured quietly to himself.

He sighed after that, knowing that he didn't do any of that just for Xero's sake, but his own as well. He had wanted to help her each time. And he also knew that the words he had spoken would probably upset Xero, and as much of a ****** as Gexln could be, he didn't want to hurt her in any way if he could help it. "Look, I'm sorry. Beuce and me go way back, as in about twenty five years or so. In that time, there hasn't been many times I haven't wanted to absolutely murder the little ****, and occasionally we get into a battle like that. And, in case you haven't noticed, when I get into a fight there isn't a lot of scenery and buildings that survive around me" he stated bluntly. With that, though, he acknowledged the fact that he was still out of place with what he said. "But...I can try to control it a little better if you like" he said, somewhat shamefully.​

You may refer to me as your lord and master. You should, however, refrain from showing any disrespect as they could be the last words you utter, foul bird.

✓ Amazing Banner

✓ Perfect background theme, seriously that developer made that?

Totally fantastic post


Where's the tick? I swear it was there a minute ago! Oh playeeeeeeer, are you slacking off again? If you're not going to make a post, then I will do it. It will be the most beautiful post ever created, and then I will get all the credit!

It was a daaaark and stormy night. Everyone was quiet, waiting for their matches to appear because they had nothing better to do. But they weren't all calm, they were starting to panic. "There aren't any badass characters that have appeared in this rp!" they cried, some of them screaming. They were beginning to fret, some of them turning on torches just so they could give up and walk towards the light, I think that's how it works right? When suddenly the doors blew open with an explosion of pure awesomeness.

From the doors stepped some guy that just radiated godlikeness as he walked in slow-mo through them. Women materialised around him just so they could faint as he walked past, pointing his fingers at them in a gun shape and pretending to shoot them as he walked. He continued down the halls, walking along and dragging the chain that he held in his other hand. The chain had some lame-o guy attached at the end of it, I think he called himself Hunter, being a good lil' servant and obeying his master as he wa-

What the hell are you doing?
I think the better question is what are you doing? I'm making the best godamn post ever and you're interrupting it.
Get the hell back into the rp and be a character. I promise you there will be motorcycles on fire, chimichangas as far as the eye can see, and that blonde woman with the gigantic tits that claims she's your biggest fan.
No way am I falling for that aga- The blonde woman's here too? On my way!


Hunter stood still, maintaining his composure despite hearing the voices in his head. He had heard them for many years now, but he had almost gotten used to them. They still worried him slightly, but he was not going to let them run his life in the slightest. After the announcement from the churchy guy, Hunter looked in the direction of the board that had been mentioned. "So that thing's going to tell me who I get to murder? Awesome" he said out loud. His entrance, which was not nearly as awesome as the one I made was, was a relatively subtle one as he simply walked through the crowds, pushing people out of the way assassin's creed style, before he saw the matchup. "Beuce? Who the hell is he? His name seems very familiar, almost like it belongs to somebody that was on fire in another life..but that's impossible. That's stupid, either way I'll be sending him to another life after I'm through with him" Hunter said out loud, his ego evident for all around to see.​

Name: Stefano "Hunter" Macellazione
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Here
Personality: Sarcastic, cocky as all hell, indirectly breaks 4th wall from time to time (never specifically talks to the rper, he just talks about other things that he has heard rumours about before and doesn't acknowledge that the fourth wall exists), super aggressive, perverted
Wish: To cure himself of the voices in his head.
Servant: Deadpool
Brief Bio: For many, many years of his life, Hunter was always sarcastic, always cocky, and always looking for a fight. This never changed as he got older, and it only improved after all the street fights he got into, but one day a truly terrible thing happened. Hunter started hearing a voice in his head, hearing a voice that narrated everything that was going on, such as "Hunter walked into the room". This was the fourth wall calling to him, but he had no idea about it and assumed that it was simply schizophrenia. He continued on pretending everything was normal and maintaining his attitude, but inside his paranoia was eating away at him. What would the voice tell him to do next? How could he stop it? Was he secretly a psychic? He didn't want to be a psychic.

A short time after being self-diagnosed, he became aware of the grail and its power to grant a wish. At last there was hope for him, a way to curse his disease, so he set out for the war, intending to kill all in his path and at last rid himself of the voice that plagued him constantly.
Code Cast 1: Restore a small amount of your servant's HP
Code Cast 2: Slightly lower your opponent's magic

And their servant Servant? I'm the one calling the shots here, he's the servant
Name: Deadpool
Age: 23 (closest thing I could find to his actual age was his initial appearance date)
Appearance: Here
Personality: Comedic, Insane, Violent, sarcastic, amazing at everything, superhuman, fantastic, the best ever, oh! And awesome. Don't forget awesome!
Originally from: Marvel Comics
Class: Berserker
Background: Clicky
Wish: To cancel his master's wish.
Noble Phantasm: Fourth-wall crisis - Deadpool uses his banner to fight the opponent.
Master: Hunter
Additional Info:

Callum sat rather still as everybody explained their views, his face still one of complete shock and fear after what Willy had done. He had touched him, somebody had invaded his personal bubble, had tried to be friends with him? That was not on, he was most certainly not okay with that. Once Damien finished stating his views, he thought about the others' views. He could respect them, as he did everybody's beliefs, no matter how stupid or incorrect he saw them as being. Sitting still in the seat, he decided that now it was his turn to speak.

"Could not agree with you more about the beginning part there, but you lost me as you kept going. Debbie downer or not, I stand by what I always have, what I know is the truth. Happiness doesn't exist, it's just the drug that's fed to you to keep a person going, the falsehood told to you as children to convince you everything will be alright. Given the right circumstances, a person can see through this lie and view life as it really is; a depressive mess of bullshit that swirls around in an endless cycle of pain and torment" he said, now taking a big long breath at the end of it. That statement had had more emotion conveyed in it than he would've liked, and once again he found himself having trouble breathing. "The same goes for fulfillment. One big, huge deception to make yourself feel better. Congratulations, you completed your goal, don't you feel good about yourself? That's lovely, it really is a shame that is makes little to no difference in the grand scheme of things. Truth hurts, but hey, at least I'm not adding to that collection of lies you've all got goin' for you" he continued, the boy making things all too depressing, but saying things in a way that you could tell he wasn't just saying them for dramatic effect; he really believed what he said. Every word of it.

He pulled out a cigarette now that he had in his pocket. One of the few ones he had left. Callum found smoking to be a relieving exercise, one that almost made him feel better but didn't quite cut it. Still, it relaxed him to a certain extent. "Life itself though? Fits in with the fulfillment and happiness, honestly. Although the question asked which life I'd choose, right? A long life with no point to it, or a short one with an illusion to cover up my sorrow? Truth is.." he said, now casually leaning back on the chair so he was holding himself against the wall as he pulled out a lighter, lit the cigarette, put the lighter back into his pocket and took a huge inhalation of smoke. Breathing it out now, he opened his mouth to speak once more as he moved the cigarette away from his lips. "I choose option C, no life at all" he said, a slightly cold edge to his voice as he spoke.​

At Beuce's statement about him being Gexln's rper, there was a brief second that Gexln looked confused. It was then that it sunk in. Not what Beuce said, but what it meant. Despite everything, despite Gexln trying to literally knock some sense into Beuce, despite all the moments he tried to make him somewhat sensible, Beuce remained as stupid and insane as ever. He would have to deal with Beuce as he was...forever. Collapsing onto his knees, the Nobody of the Dark looked up at the sky as if to ask the gods why they would create someone like Beuce, and simply yelled out a long and stretched out, very dramatic "whhhhhhhhhyyy?!"

Directly after that came the high five to Beuce. He couldn't deny him the high five, as despite everything, Gexln still enjoyed annoying people and more importantly, destruction. Although, Ananta had challenged him to a duel, telling him to test his might against a keyblade master. "Yeah, I don't know if you remember, but I'm not only a Nobody with the element of darkness, but I'm also a previous keyblade master. So, don't need to test my strength, I already know i'm stronger, so back up a bit, *****. My fight isn't with you, it's with this ******* of a numbskull here" he said, gesturing at Beuce. He was about to attack Beuce once again after that when suddenly an almighty gust of dramatic wind flowed through the area knocking him off his feet.

Getting up rather quickly, he began looking around for the source of this epic entrance, only to see that it was R. R had interrupted his fight. "Petty squabbles? This guy's been annoying me since the day we met, he's always causing trouble and causing chaos and...and...and he started it!" Gexln protested, showing he was clearly not as mature as he pretended to be sometimes.​

Callum simply sat there as each person responded to what he had said, as he practically felt the hatred being directed at him. He wasn't surprised by it, it happened all the time because of his personality. If people knew of his background, perhaps they'd understand and he'd get some sympathy, but they never got close enough for him to feel comfortable talking about it with them, he never gave them the chance. Letting out an enormous sigh as he stood up, he pointed at Tasha. "Firstly, I'm not being depressed; I'm being realistic, you should try the same. Secondly, I'm not going to live for another 60 years. If I'm around after another 10 or so of what I've been through, I'll do the damn deed myself and at the rate you lot are mentally draining me I'm just going to pretend I've been around another 10 or so next Tuesday, and lastly. Everybody has the right to being depressed. It's a mental state, it's something we can't control, and if morons like yourself are going to bash people for it then you deserve to go to the very darkest corner of hell for that. Maybe I'll tell your brother that after this is all done, if he's anything like you i'm sure he'll be an absolute pleasure to be around!" Callum said, practically spitting out the last sentence, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he mentioned her brother.

Now turning his attention to William, he wanted to carefully word out his next argument. He wanted to, but his emotions prevented him from doing so. Speaking with raw emotion, he opened his mouth. "And you? Oh where do I even start with you? So many problems, so many things I despise about you; and hey, it's only been five minutes of knowing you, who knows what joys I'll go through when we're lumped together for a few more hours eh? If you were so concerned about the IQ of the street, I'd imagine you would've moved off it far before now to prevent lowering it yourself. You might speak fancily to everybody, you may convey this air of superiority, but don't even think for a moment you're better than me. Smart people, as in actual smart people, keep their mouths shut and don't make enemies, because it winds up getting them killed quickly. This person that invited here hasn't killed us yet, you're right, but that isn't because they want us alive, it's so they can torture us and make us run around like the little lab rats we are, people are all the same and that's not going to change" he responded, taking a deep, deep breath as he finished. That statement had taken a lot out of him both physically and emotionally, but he felt better for getting it off his chest.

Turning his glare to the one that had introduced himself as Damion, the bookworm, Callum had much less to say to him, but it still retained that vibe he had conveyed the entire time. "Listen here, Damion, this situation stinks. Practically condemned to death by a mystery person, stuck in this room with all of you, and above all else I'm having to actually talk to people. I might hate this situation, hell it wouldn't be so far off to say that I really hate it, but that doesn't mean I don't give a **** about it. If I didn't care at all, I wouldn't be here, so I think I'll keep my freedom of speech thanks" was the response. It was probably the least insulting of what he had said thus far, but he wasn't trying to be particularly insulting, he was just speaking his mind. He took after his father far too much, it seemed. From what he had learned before his father's incident, his father had been the biggest ****** his mother had ever met, but had tamed himself to a certain degree after they had had children. Given what happened with the incident though, he doubted that his father had truly changed himself, more likely it was that he was just an exceptionally good actor.

He slowly turned to face Damien now, the cop, and he seemed to appear visually calmer, but not by much. This one was the only one that hadn't attacked him for saying one simple thing, this one seemed to be the only one able to keep his mouth shut, and that alone helped a little. Not by enough though, not by a long shot. "I sincerely thank you for refraining from attacking me with words like the others, despite probably wanting to, and I genuinely apologize for my actions, while they are from mostly raw emotion I realize that they don't make anything better here. Regardless, you said you were a cop, yes? I'm going to show my gratitude by repaying you with a favour. No, there are no donuts on that table over there. No matter how much you want one, no matter how much you focus on it rather than what's going on around you, there will be none. So, sorry once again" Callum stated, ever the *******.

He probably would have stopped there, but at that moment Willy entered. Spinning around quite quickly, his look of frustration was evident and to some degree he looked panicked. While Callum spoke as though he were confident and had plenty of self belief, in reality he had none and he was terrified of talking with people. At the same time though, he truly believed he had nothing to lose so he felt the need to speak his mind. "Fantastic, another person come to f*** with me. What are you here for? Are you the group's jester? You certainly speak like it, and smell like it. God you reek of alcohol. So, are you going to sing us a little song? Do a funny little dance? Come on little jester, entertain the fair folk of this room" he taunted, continuing the illusion that he thought he was much better than everybody else. He then turned and sat back in his seat with an almighty sigh. "Today is a going to be a looooong day" he said quietly. "You may carry on with your conversations, pretend I didn't even interrupt them" he said simply. He then waved his hand theatrically in front of him. "Really, go on. The reduction of noise is almost as irritating as the sound of your voices" he said finally, ending his rant with that as he sat still. If one looked closely, they would see through his act, they would see him shaking just the slightest amount. Not from rage or sheer confidence, but from fear; the fear of socializing and the consequences his actions would cause.​

"Yeah no, I wanted to fight Kuma, not yo-" Glen started to say, before he was rudely and brutally assaulted. He avoided the attacks fairly easily for the most part, but the last one was difficult. As Karina used each of her gravities, Glen cast it in return so he was placed on the ground, and as she launched each of her attacks he nimbly dodged them. At least, he did until poison edge. Not prepared for the technique itself, he took the hit straight in the stomach and got hit backwards by the impressive amount of strength behind the attack. Thankfully, he wasn't poisoned, but her using that technique had told Glen one thing: this wasn't just a friendly spar, this was all-out war.

"Oh you're going to regret that" he said simply. Holding up his keyblade he created a glowing light that turned into thick, black smoke. Glen began coughing slightly due to the smoke, but it vanished as quickly as it had come, with a small dragon emerging from it. His summon successful, Glen pointed his keyblade at Karina and cried out "Kill her, Mushu!". The response was one that he hadn't expected. Mushu pointed at Karina and faced Glen with a very annoyed expression on his face. "Man there ain't no way i'm messin' with her. I like her way more than I like you. She may have hit me away like some used up firework, but you" he said, starting to pace before turning around and pointing at Glen, "you called me a lizard!" he accused. To this, Glen immediately de-summoned Mushu, sending him back to where he had come from despite all his ranting.

"Well, if Mushu's not going to help, then I guess I'm going to have to go with the next best thing" he said simply yet quietly to himself. Holding up his keyblade once more, a bright light appeared and a shadow could be seen of a fearsome beast, a magnificent horse rearing up, before it came down and Maximus stepped out of the light with Pascal on top of him. Glen leaped up and onto Maximus' back. "Now I know we had our differences, but if you help me out here I'll give you an apple, okay?" he offered. Maximus was far too proud to be bribed by simply one apple, so his response was a shake of the head. "Fine fine, two apples then" was the response from Glen. That was what Maximus wanted to hear, making a great whinnying sound and now rushing towards Karina.

This wasn't the end of Glen's attack. As he rode he picked up Pascal with one hand while he held onto Maximus. "Next time you think about sticking your tongue in my ear, remember the time you learned how to fly" he said simply, hurling Pascal at Karina. He then performed a third summon, breaking the rules because he had munny, and in a holy light and a choir of angels singing the three caballeros came out, now playing their mexican tunes and making Glen's physical attacks OP. He charged faster and faster until suddenly he crashed into a physical barrier, falling off Maximus, his summons vanishing all except for the three caballeros, and landing flat on his butt right in front of everyone. He had fallen victim to a skill that barely anybody used. "SINCE WHEN DO YOU USE DEFENCE?" he questioned, raising his voice slightly as panic set in.

As each person entered the room, Callum didn't even raise his head to look at them. He simply sat there staring at the floor, memories flowing through his head. Depressing memories, horrible memories, but memories that defined who he was, of that there was no doubt. It wasn't until the girl, the one that seemed a little paranoid about being there, spoke up that he finally looked up from the floor and at her. She acted like talking was going to change anything; it wasn't.

"What's the point of conversing? We're all going to die soon anyway, why not be depressed and uncomfortable in here? What difference will it make either way? Sit your ass back down, shut up, and don't waste your breath, none of us asked who you are, and none of us care, either" he said bluntly, stating his thoughts almost exactly. While Callum wasn't always the nicest person, he always felt the need to step it up a notch. In his mind, when people got close to him they died, so making friends was pointless and ultimately would only cause more pain. So, why bother being nice to them? It's not like anybody was nice to him, either. Sure this girl had just introduced herself and seemed to be wanting to start some kind of friendly conversation, but he didn't buy it. He saw through her as if she were made of glass, believing her to not really meaning any of it. She wasn't really interested in beings friends with him, nobody was. He was better off alone, anyway.​