Rosie

Ah, they're changing the test in the UK, by the time I'm 17. So you have to navigate your way to a destination without Satnav, maps, etc. Though I get confused between my left and right too... .______.

Telling the truth, face to face. I lie. Compulsively. And my sense of direction in embarrassingly bad, too. I don't know how I'm going to pass a driving test one day.

What does light or darkness have to do with their sexuality, honestly? ...You know what? If gay kids go to hell, then I'll see you there. ;D

I watched Naruto when I was like... 11. I really got into it, actually. But then, shortly after Sasuke's curse seal got... um, whatever Kakashi did with the toplessness and the screaming... [/shot] the TV station (a kids one) started it from the start again and after a few tries I gave up watching it. I have never seen Bleach, or much of the others listed, really. I have the Death Note novel (the BB murder cases) but I've never seen the anime all the way through. I'd say the first anime I watched was D.N.Angel... and then FMA, which I adored. The only anime-showing channel in the UK shut down a few months back, though, so I can't watch FMA or Cowboy Bebop on TV anymore. And recently I've been starting to get into Soul Eater and FMA Brotherhood.

Will took a few minutes to realise things were oddly quiet. He couldn't even hear their footsteps behind him- and he'd purposely slowed down. He turned around, and froze, realising he was alone. "Oh, that's just great." He turned back and started trudging further up the stairs, hoping he would find them again if he kept going. Will thought he was seeing things, especially when, as he reached the... twentieth, twenty-first level? He hadn't been keeping count himself, not properly- he'd been relying on Eliza keeping track, and had only started trying to add up shortly after she and Evany disappeared. He stopped short, seeing the girl, familiar silver hair- and pulled his sword, pointing it at her. She mumbled in her sleep, stirring, and as he edged closer, he flinched when he heard the barrier slam behind him. "Tess." He muttered the name, but she groaned in response, sitting up slowly and pushing her hair away from her face. When her eyes found Will, they lit up for a brief moment, before she realised he was looking at her with barely-contained loathing, and saw the sword. "So, you came, huh? I thought I told you to forget about m-" "I didn't come here to rescue you, Tessie," Will spat, cutting her off mid-sentence. She nodded, ducking her head, avoiding his glare. Shying away from it, even. "...I know that," Tess replied softly. "How pathetic," Raiden's father (who has nooooo name.) said, watching his son's weak attempts to struggle against the hand choking him. "You must have realised by now how pointless fighting this is for you." "Fighting what?" Raiden managed to force out. "You took my life away!" "It wasn't much of a life to begin with." Raiden winced as his father tossed him aside, and he felt his arm crack under his body, when he landed on it awkwardly. "Even if you escape from here alive, you won't have long if the messengers get their way. You don't really believe you can just get your life back because you helped one, do you?" Raiden cringed as his father laughed. "You'll be lost just like the rest of us."

Will didn't bother to acknowledge the voice; his eyes flickered up for a second, but he didn't comment or stop to look up properly. "Can we just hurry up already?" he snapped, voice on edge. It wasn't their fault he was racing up the stairs and nearly leaving them behind. "Aren't you even going to put up a fight, now? How disappointing." "Shut up!" Raiden snapped, lurching forwards, only to wind up still on his hands and knees. As the footsteps approached, he squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth- and then he was caught by the throat and dragged upwards, feet kicking out uselessly as they left the ground. He felt a stab of pain through his midriff that had nothing to do with anything his father had done that day; it was more of a memory of pain than anything else. Anything he had to say choked off under his father's grip.

Will's face flushed red, and he turned on his heel and started stomping up the stairs, faster than before. He didn't have anything to retort with, so he just, for once, kept his mouth shut. There was a sigh. "And here I thought I was going to be allowed to enjoy this one. I don't see what the hurry is about- and it isn't my fault the boy keeps fainting. It makes killing him tiresome, waiting for him to wake up every time he passes out." Raiden jolted, shoving himself to his feet, but he was barely standing before he stumbled, dropping to one knee. His legs were weak, shaking- and he didn't try to stand. "P-please, just let me out!" he cried out, slamming a fist into the floor. The movement caused a wound near his shoulder to re-open, and he gasped in pain.

"...Nice to keep up formalities, I suppose," Will stared upwards. "Although I doubt they can hear us coming. I can't see anybody, so I'm damned if they've seen us." He bit his lip. "Didn't think there was much in here, honestly. Scarecrow could've mentioned it..."

Will found, to his surprise, that having an actual goal laid out ahead of him made it much easier to stay awake and alert. He didn't quite have the energy to speed up the steps, but he was walking at at least a steady pace. He glanced backwards, and rolled his eyes. "What's with that face, Evany?" Raiden crawled into a sitting position, stunned that he was finding it hard to breathe. Which he knew was fairly ridiculous, since he was already dead. "Urgh... H...Hello?!" He called out, voice cracking even though he wasn't nervous-more disorientated, and very frustrated about that.

"Why, scared of heights, you two?" Will sniped, moving ahead, and starting to head up. Without slowing down or looking back, he added; "Might as well get started, or we'll be stuck at the bottom marvelling and never get anywhere."

"Urgh, fine..." Will resisted the urge to facepalm again. He hesitated, about to go through the portal, biting down a goodbye- and, after only a moment, mentally urged himself to pull it together, and stepped through without a word.

"Ha-ha," Will directed a scowl towards first Evany, then back at Scarecrow. "What, planning on abandoning us to go hang out in the stupid pub, again? What do you manage to DO there, anyways? Although I guess you might be happy yapping along with all the idiotic stories the spirits tell in there." Raiden came to, head pounding, sprawled under a few trees that gave very little cover other than dropping leaves and moss over him, it had seemed. With a groan, he rolled over, onto his front, struggling to move when his whole body ached. Even though the bruises had already faded, the memory of the beating he'd taken earlier still clung to him. Hearing a twig snap, he turned, face twisting when his sore muscles were forced to obey his instincts.

Obviously not well accustomed to "ladies first", Will probably took Evany's statement as a replacement for such things, and all but barged past. "Looks like it doesn't like you much," he offered, lazily gesturing at the portal.

"...Maybe if you'd bothered to explain a little, we could've found that out earlier," Will said, throwing a half-hearted glare at Scarecrow. "Instead of shoving just one riddle at us- the location- and expecting us to know EVERYTHING. I mean, what person in their right mind randomly announces how ready they are to thin air?!" He crossed his arms over his chest, then had to uncross them to be able to stand up. Which somewhat defeated the point, especially when he repeated the gesture once he was on his feet.

Will's hand met his forehead with quite an audible smack. "You have got to be kidding me! We were waiting around for nothing?!" ...Scarecrow and Eliza didn't seem to be included in Will's mental list of what to bother waiting for. Then again, most things didn't. Pee breaks only just scraped in.

"Uh, hello? Like you've never made anything into a problem," Will responded. It would have been an argument, but there was still a laugh in his voice, his tone too light.

Bursting out laughing, and not trying to hide it because he knew Eliza was angry at Evany, Will looked between the three of them, expression full of barely surpressed glee at the confrontation. "I told you it was stupid, trying to hide-" he spluttered, in Evany's direction.

Will scowled, blinking hard and stifling another yawn. "You'd think Scarecrow would've bothered to mention what time it would open..." he grumbled. "Then again, asking would probably just mean getting another stupid riddle that makes no sense."

Will made a dull grunt that sounded somewhat like "urghhhnnyeahhh", rubbing at the sleep still in his eyes with the back of a fist. He cleared his throat. "So, what now? We just sit here and wait for the stupid thing to pop open?"

As the sun had started to set, Will had given up and started making his way to the pier some hours beforehand. Naturally, for him, getting there meant wandering off the actual route about every ten minutes, and then that meant getting totally lost. He'd found himself at the wrong end of the island entirely after about an hour, which meant that, grumbling the whole way, he just about got to the pier at half eight. Seeing no one else there, he sat down heavily at the edge, sighing and leaning his face against his palm. He was definitely going to need to find a way to wake himself up, or he'd be too doxy to see or do anything helpful that night.

Will cracked his neck, stifling a yawn, as he slowly made his way to the pier. He'd been up most of the day, searching for his sister, but, as ever, she'd completely eluded him. It seemed she only showed up when he didn't want to see her- so, when he actually had things to say and a score to settle, of course he hadn't been able to find her.

"How nice of you." He didn't try and keep his sarcasm down; Will's voice dripped with it most of the time, anyway. He turned, and started to walk away, flicking his fingers in a lazy approximation of a wave. "Yeah, we're done here, Scarecrow. Go have your fun at the pub."

"Hey, it's not my fault she has no sense of self-preservation. And I really don't give a damn, but I thought YOU might." Will snapped back, then rolled his eyes. "I climbed in her window one time."

Will snorted. "I'd love to see how she deals with that. Won't she probably just hurt herself trying to get out? You know what she's like. That or something will get IN. She forgets to lock her house up. A lot."

"So... everyone might only have tonight to...?" Will trailed off, dropping his glare to the floor. "Oh, looks like Eliza won't be leaving. Because I'm not dragging her off the island and leaving you be."