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The Warden turned, smirking as he saw Allan. "About time. Get your stuff away and follow me. I need to brief you properly." The Warden said, leading Allan down to the main part of the HQ. They got Allan's things away in his room before hurrying down to the lower levels, deep underground beyond of what Allan had ever gone. "These levels are usually restricted, but I have to show you what we are dealing with." The Warden explained as they stepped out of the elevator. They walked down the large hall, the Warden leading Allan to a room. The Warden showed her wrist at the door, scanned it, and then opened up for her, allowing her and Allan inside. Inside was a type of control room, with multiple cameras and screens. The Warden suggested to a specific screen, showing Draven locked up in a cell. He was transformed, a wild look in his eyes as he was uncontrollable, attacking anything and everything, jumping from his own shadow. "When he began to show side effects he thought he just had gotten a cold. By the time it progressed, it was uncontrollable. He attacked Tabitha." The Warden said, glancing at Allan. "She is alright, but we had to sedate him and the others and isolate them until we can figure something out." The Warden's eyes narrowed. "Allan, this is dangerous. We must find the source of this before it's too late. This could not only jeopardize the lives of countless of people, but it can risk exposing the world we have tried so hard to keep secret." The Warden said, quickly handing him a file. "You and Michael will be visiting the last places where we suspect they got infected. Michael is taking precautions in case it is either airborne or contact based. But if he begins to show signs, call us. Other than that," The Warden handed him a couple of Garlic Bombs and a wooden stake. "Keep these, just in case. Michael will meet with you in the parking lot." The Warden said, quickly sending Allan off. In the elevator, Allan stood with another man. He had long reddish hair tied up in a loose ponytail, wearing a unconfirmed suit. However what stood out most were his eyes, which were a chartreuse phosphorescent color. The man glanced at Allan, tilting his head a bit. "You're...Allan, right? The human of this department?" He asked, smirking a bit. "You're shorter than I expected. I've heard a lot from you." The man offered his hand for a shake. "I'm Alexander Howle."

Saros waved at Ina. "We're all alright, I think." He said, rubbing his head as he walked over to Jynn, looking at the crystal in his hands. "Those are hard to control. Your affinity with magic must be really something." Saros hummed, glancing at it. Unable to control one of these properly was a death sentence on its own. You could teleport somewhere safe, sure, but there was also the possibility that you could end up teleporting somewhere unsafe, and boom! You're dead. Each person had their own ways of traveling. Saros would stick to his portals, his keyblade glider, and any Gummi Ship that would have him. "You'll be ok being able to teleport all of us to the top?" Saros asked, quickly clearing his throat. "N-Not that I doubt your abilities, not at all. Just...don't want you collapsing on us after surviving that storm, is all." Saros said, quickly glancing back at the mountain. Something of it was definitely off, besides its height, of course. "Be careful with that thing. We don't want to teleport right off the edge or something."

Michael smiled. "I thank you for your kindness, but I must head back." Michael said as he looked over at Allan. "Our work is never done, but I will always have time for you, partner." Michael said with a chuckle. Their work never stopped. Not as long as crime and sin itself never stopped either. He quickly got up. "Thank you so much for having me today." Michael said as he bid his farewells to the Othellos. However, right as he was by the door about to step out, he turned to Allan. In a similar fashion of when they first met, he gently took Allan's hand and placed a soft kiss on it. "Good night, Allan." Michael said, letting go of Allan before walking out. He waved goodbye before driving off into the night, pleased to have been able to visit Allan. He arrived at the department rather quickly, meeting up with the Warden as tasked soon after. "There you are. How's Othello?" The Warden asked. "Physically he seems to be better. Being with his family has truly has helped...this break will do him wonders, Warden." Michael said. "That's good. We don't need to break something that we just got." The Warden said, spinning in her chair. "Especially considering that brother of yours almost bit our heads off while insisting on the break." "Better than to risk it." Michael said. The Warden nodded. "Yeah." She turned to Michael. "Well, now that you're back, get yourself some food and quickly head out. We have another call to take care of." "Of course." Michael said as he quickly picked up the file and hurried off. "We truly are lucky to have you around." Michael paused, but only for a moment, before moving on. Fire. It was all one could see from the outside. The torches of the people as they surrounded the manor, their screams overshadowed by the sound of shattering glass. The sound of footsteps as the servants ran, everyone scattering to escape the wrath of the people. Death, they called, to the monsters of the manor. To the blood suckers, the killers, the freaks, the vampires. "Jacobo, wake up! We have to run!" Michael shook the heir awake, pulling him out of his room as he ran. He held Jacobo's hand as he led him outside of his room and into the hall, barely glancing as the men breached the front door. The loyal servants stayed and pushed the people back, only to suffer from their wrath as they forced themselves further into the household. Michael ran into the library, locking the doors behind them and pushing a table to block it. Jacobo listened to the muffled noises outside as Michael wasted no time. He hurried to the fireplace, ripping the burnt wood out of its stand as he struggled to pull the piece of stone, revealing a hidden passageway. "Jacobo, quickly!" Michael yelled. Jacobo ran, Michael leading him in. "Come with me!" Jacobo asked, tears in his eyes. "I can't! I must distract them! Hurry and follow the path! It shall lead you outside. Run and search for your parents! Go!" Michael hissed. Jacobo lowered his head, climbing down as Michael quickly pushed the stone back into place. He sat, breathing heavily as he listened to the wooden door crack under the pounds of the angry villagers, trying to reach into the room. Once, long ago, fire brought comfort. It brought warmth and light in the cold of the night. A sense of security. But not anymore. For it was all that he saw as his skin burned into his bones, and his throat became raw with the smoke. Fire brought comfort no longer. Only fear.

Michael smiled at the food. It looked delicious, even if he couldn't really stomach it. Especially the garlic roasted meat. But he didn't hesitate as he was served his plate, quickly thanking the family for the food. "Thank you. This looks amazing." Michael said as he picked up a couple of napkins, one for his lap, and another one next to his plate. He cut into the meat, and seemingly placed a piece into his mouth, chewing happily. However, if Allan were to pay close attention, he would notice the pieces that he cut and 'put' into his mouth were showing up on the hidden napkin on his lap. The Vampire was merely pretending to be eating the garlic covered food, using his inhuman speed to put the meat away on his lap while making it look like he was eating it. Hundreds of years and he still had tricks up his sleeve to adjust to humanity. "It's delicious!" Michael said. "I'm glad you like it." Allan's mother said. Allan's father perked up. "So, Michael, how long have you known Allan?" "Since he began to work for the department over a few months ago. We have been assigned as partners since, and still are." Michael explained. "Your voice is weird." Emilia hummed. "Emilia, don't be rude." Allan's mom was quick to scold. "It's ok. It could be my accent. I originally speak German." Michael lied. His Romanian was not the current, modern version. It was the one from much long ago, before centuries of speech evolution made it to the language it was today. Even if he were to speak it, no one would understand it. So, he went for an alternative he could stick to.

- Arthur - The Lightning Knight - Mystras Campground - Arthur returned back to the main camp, constantly sniffing himself to make sure that he hadn't brought the stench of death along with him from before. Ever since the announcement, the soldiers and civilians alike simply returned to their 'normal' routines until further orders. Groups made rounds around the perimeter. Soldiers dressed in white from top to bottom took shifts to explore the battlefield for anyone, or anything that still needed to be recovered. The entire aura of the place was filled with dread, even when many tried to lighten the situation up with conversations and the sort. Everyone tried to look for something to do. Something to get their minds busy. Arthur was no exception. He only paused when he noticed a large traffic of people walking back and forth in a specific area of the camp, right around the middle. As he got closer he realized that they were all surrounding a large tree. It was isolated from the forest, a large, old stone base surrounding it as old stone benches surrounded it on four sides. As Arthur reached closer to the tree, he realized that everyone was hanging different things on it. Some had written stuff on paper or wood before hanging it on one of the branches. Others were making makeshift decorations of pieces of cloth or even personal items before hanging them on the branches. Soldiers and civilians alike helped each other reach the higher branches, the tree quickly gaining colors of all kinds. "Do you want to add a wish?" Arthur looked up, turning his attention to a young man standing by. His uniform spoke that he was a monk of sorts, and his gentle gaze could make any soldier feel at ease. "A wish?" Arthur asked. "Yes. It's...a little tradition sometimes done in festivals. We thought doing it now would help bring up the morale." The man explained as he gestured to the tree. "People hang something to decorate the tree. Some write their wishes on paper and hang them on the branches. Other whisper their wishes into items and do the same. The point of it is for you to hang a wish you want to come true. As long as the tree stands, and your wish stands, you have a chance for your wish to come true. Most of it is just tradition. It gives people hope, in dark times, and inspires them to make their wish true themselves." The young man said, quickly offering Arthur a piece of paper and pen. "Well? Would you like to make a wish?" He asked. Arthur thought for a moment, before nodding and taking the items from the monk. He thought for a while before quickly scribbling down his wish. He followed the lead of the others, climbing the benches to reach one of the higher branches and hanging his wish with the rest. 'I wish to go home.' - Helios - The Shapeshifter - /w Aura - Napping nearby the Mystras Camp - The nap under the sun was definitely something needed. No stress of the crowded tents. No strong stenches of blood or death. Just the sound of the breeze against the branches and the scent of flowers and fruit. The sweet scent brought sweet dreams, or memories. The royal castle of Kilkis Seres was one of the most fortified and secure place within the Overworld. The capital and residence of the royal family, as well as the base of their alliances and all political decisions meant that there was nothing spared to make sure that everything was safe. But they failed to count on the smaller intruders. Those which were welcome among the royal garden and the castle balconies and windows. Whether they be rabbits or small rodents or birds, one would pay no mind. Which meant Helios was quick to find a way to the Royal Library. He flew right towards one of the high windows, before transforming into a rodent, using his tail to flick the lock of the window open. He gently opened the window before allowing himself to drop right in, transforming into his true form as he landed silently on the marble floor. The Royal library had many scriptures and books that would usually not be allowed to be viewed by the public eye. The most recent and rare writings were quick to be brought to such a place when it would take a while to reach other places. Helios was quick to decide he would do his readings here when he could. He always waited when no one was around, or when there were so little people that his presence could easily be avoided among the large room. He always made sure to be quiet, and to leave everything as when he found it. He was quick to begin his research, searching for books to copy notes from. He would spend hours on end, always careful, always alert. Part of him promised himself that he would one day simply stop coming around before he was caught by someone, but he always returned with more questions that needed answering. One day he sat in the very back, copying notes to his weathered down notebook, when the sounds of the library door opening caught his attention. They opened briefly before closing just as quick, the sound of footsteps echoing in the hall as someone made themselves comfortable in the hall. Helios rose from his place, quickly changing into the shape of a cat as he quietly stalked towards the person, hoping to see their face. This one he had seen before, but hadn't interacted before. A young woman, whose beauty matched her wit, with hair as dark as the wings of a raven. She always came with company, and sometimes was annoyed by some elven man, but this time she was alone. He went for it, deciding to have fun. He waited for her to sit back at the table before hurrying over, jumping right on it with a light purr, certainly catching her by surprise. "Where did you come from?" Helios stepped closer, purring as she petted his head. "I didn't know cats were allowed in here. Are you the royal mouse trapper?" She joked, smiling as she scratched behind his ear. "What's your name? I'm Arianna." She spoke, finally letting go before returning to her studies. Helios smiled, chuckling to himself. "Hi, Arianna...I'm Helios." He would never forget the look on her face, nor the day he met her.

I can feel my cold icy heart melting because of this trailer. I'm so excited yet I don't think I'm emotionally prepared to see Pooh again. HE LOOKS SO CUTE (If they sell that version of the teddy bear I'll buy it count on it).

I don't even have use for Amiibos and I want that Solaire one so bad! I'm curious to see the Dark Souls remastered on the Switch, I think it can do very well. The Smash game was a surprise, but also exciting!

Michael chuckled as he eyed the books. "There's no such things as too many books. Out of everything in this world, knowledge is truly eternal." Michael insisted as he took a closer look at the books, picking one up to inspect it. "Je fais. Bien qu'à l'origine je parle roumain*. To many lifetimes in too many places leads to learning a lot to adapt." Michael answered, flipping through the book. He had been alive for centuries, and there were still many things that he had yet to learn. "I'm sure we can get you some classes in your spare time, if you'd like. Speaking other languages is very useful in M&M. It gives you chances to asks for transfer to other HQs in other countries. Kind of like vacation, but with work involved." Michael suggested, staring down at the page. "I can teach you, if you want! Though my Romanian is severely outdated. So much that no one speaks that version of it anymore." He closed the book as he put the book back. He sat up. "We can practice right now! We have some time. I can teach you a few phrases to impress your sisters. Le langage de l'amour est sûr de les entrer, même juste un peu*!" Michael said as he leaned in to look over at Allan's french book. "You were pulled out of college to be hired on the spot, weren't you? Maybe we can convince the Warden to offer you to study online and gain that diploma once and for all? You already have the job permanently...but still." *"I do. Although I originally speak Romanian." *"The language of love is sure to entrance them, even just a bit."

I don't know if I'm ready to prepare myself emotionally for this movie

(do you really think I have enough friends to know) Michael smiled at Allan as he followed him, quickly taking a bite of the cookie he was offered. It was sweet. Not as sweet as Allan's blood, but pretty sweet. "Hm!" Michael hummed, delighted by it. Michael smiled, kneeling down a bit so he could look at Emilia better. He got his hand over his chest, tilting his head towards her. "I promise to take care of your brother." He said, watching her run off after sticking her tongue out at him. He chuckled and stood up, looking at Allan's mother. "We have been partnered up since he was brought to the department...it's been a long while." He explained, quickly perking up at the offer. "I would love to!" He said, finishing the last of his cookie. He looked over at Michael, humming in thought. He gasped, looking at Allan with gleaming eyes. "Can you show me your room?" Michael asked. A room told a lot about the person. Besides, this was different than the dorm room...it was more personal. Allan led Michael to his room, Michael moving almost as fast as sound as he entered the abode to explore. "Is this where you grew up? What are these posters about? You sure you don't want to bring some of this stuff to your dorm eventually? This place is so much more colorful than your actual dorm." Michael said, jumping onto Allan's bed to inspect if it was comfy. It was comfy. He peeked his head up, waving his feet at the small bookcase. "Which one of these is your favorite?"

Bioshock and Dark Souls are for sure to be remembered for a long time. Bloodborne too! No doubt that the Legend of Zelda games will be the one series of games that will be remembered by people and their kids and their grandparents. Kingdom Hearts too, because I can definitely picture someone going "Remember when Disney and Square Enix made a game together?" Lots of games to be honest. They're just that awesome.

Michael smiled when he saw Allan open the door. He looked much better already! He stepped into the house as he was introduced to his family, Michael wary to smile without showing off his fangs as he usually did. He shook Heather's hand as he nodded. "It's nice to meet all of you. Please call me Michael." Michael said, looking up at Allan's dad with a chuckle. "More of him straightening me, sir. He has taught me a lot since we became partners." Michael said as he lifted the bouquet. "I didn't know which ones were your favorites, so..." Michael said bashfully. "They're lovely." Heather said, smiling at Allan as she picked up the bouquet. "I'll go ahead and get these in water." She said, hurrying off to do as such. "Cassio. The same as the hospital?" Adam asked, curious. "Yes sir. My parents are the directors." Michael explained as he smiled at Allan. "You're looking much better, Allan. I'm glad." Michael said, relief in his tone. "Would have been nice if he'd actually call us or something." Adam said as he teased Allan. "Our work is rather consuming. We end up losing track of time more often than not." Michael admitted, smiling at Rosaline and Emilia. "Nice to meet the two of you as well." Michael felt nervous, he admitted it. But also calm enough as he followed Allan's lead. He was at home and felt at ease, much more than what he had seen him before. Good.

"You look like a tourist." Michael joked, staring at Aldrich as he wore his large hat and sunglasses. He had done him the favor to drive him to the airport. Aldrich smirked, slightly lowering his shades to stare at Michael. "Better to be safe than sorry." He said, pushing his shades back up. "You know my cellphone anyways, don't you? You should be able to contact me if you need anything." Aldrich hummed. "We'll see. Have a safe flight, I need to get going. I promised Allan I would go visit him and his family." Michael said. Aldrich chuckled. "The human beats me again. Say good luck to him for me." Aldrich said, waving as Michael drove off. Allan would have a month of medical leave, and he deserved it as much. Jacobo didn't tell him any details, but just of what he could get out of him was enough to stir concern. "You've lived enough lifetimes for your mind to adjust to such terrible events. He only has one, and it's enough to break him for life if we don't give him time to heal." Michael sighed, gripping his fists tightly. He couldn't help him, he couldn't protect him...he was failing him as a partner. "(I'll make it right...I have to be better.)" Michael thought, revving up his engine as he drove towards Allan's house. By Allan's house, Allan's mother saw him walk through the door with his father. "Allan!" His mother hurried over, quickly hugging him and kissing his cheeks. "It's so good to see you! Are you alright?! What happened?!" She asked, gently cupping his cheeks. Allan's siblings were quick to run into the room. "Allan's back!" Rosaline cheered, Emilia running right up to Allan and hugging him. "Allan!" She squealed. "Where have you been? You didn't even answer my calls!" Rosaline said.

Michael was out of it faster than Allan. Being a Vampire gave him healing benefits like that. While out and healthy, he helped Allan fill out the paperwork of the ordeal, and managed everything else with the Warden. Inside the hospital, Allan was given full attention, both physically and mentally. Scarlett and Felix were there when they were allowed to, making sure to entertain their new friend. They even brought him magazines and other stuff for him to read, though the tv was limited to the standard channels available for the hospital. Jacobo was the one who looked over his well-being while in the hospital, and administered his medicines. It had been a week since the rescue, and Jacobo stepped into the room where Allan lay, smiling at him. "Good day, Allan. Feeling better today? Hopefully my siblings didn't brother you much. We're already starting to lessen the dose of the painkillers, halfway there it seems." Jacobo said as he walked over to the window, opening the curtains to allow the sun in despite his momentary flinch of it. "The sun is proven to make the mood better for most creatures. Humans are included in that category. Vitamin D is very important." Jacobo said as he walked over to Allan, taking a seat next to his bed. "You are healing wonderfully, though you won't be allowed to return into the field anytime soon. Last time we saw each other the experience was merely superficial. But this..." Jacobo sighed, taking out his clipboard as he looked down at it, and then back at Allan. "I am concerned for your mental state. You may be physically healed soon, but mentally you are far from how you were before, Allan. I have lived long enough to see what happens when one's mind finally breaks. I do not wish to see that on you." Jacobo lowered his clipboard. "I talked with the Warden. The M&M has to remember that the physical of its workers is only part of it all. If they are mentally unfit, they will be just another victim, regardless their species. I have been granted permission to give you a medical leave away from the HQ...not like they had a choice. As my patient, I wouldn't have it any other way." Jacobo said as he smiled at Allan. "Soon you will be physically healthy enough to be discharged, but I believe it will be best for you to spend time with your family. It's been a while since you've seen them, right? Since you joined? They should do you wonders. I believe a month of medical leave should give you enough time to spend with family and think of your situation. If by the end of it I still see that your mind has yet healed, I'll extend it. I'll even assign you to a specialist who works with supernatural cases, and should be able to understand your worries, if you wish." Jacobo explained, sighing. ... "It's been a while since I've seen you here." Michael perked his head up, looking back as Aldrich walked over to him. The two stood at the very top of the HQ's roof. Michael sat on the railing, an umbrella giving him shade. Aldrich walked over, covered by an umbrella of his own as he walked next to him. "I like this view." Michael admitted, looking back at the landscape of the city around them. Aldrich smiled at the gentle breeze that the height offered. "You're worried for the human." "How can I not be? This is the second time he's risked his life...and this time was much more serious than the last." "It's his job. He's to take the risk and accept it, regardless what comes after." Michael frowned. "I keep forgetting that he's human." "With an attitude like that? Me too." Aldrich frowned. "I'll be returning to France this week." Aldrich said. "Already?" "Yup." Aldrich looked over at Michael. "I'll still miss you." He cooed. "Not me." "Aw, you hurt me." Michael smirked, Aldrich smiling back at him before looking back up. "You got yourself a good one, Michael. I haven't met a human like that in a long, long time." Aldrich admitted, gripping the railing beneath tightly. "Don't clip his wings, Michael. The only way he will learn to fly is to let him fly. You might be scared for him to fall and get hurt, but that is something that all of us must learn. You're no longer human, but you have to remember how it was for you once." Aldrich said. Michael sighed, smiling as he closed his eyes. "I know." He said. "Something tells me he'll fly all the way to space, and if that is the case, I'll follow right behind him to catch him if he falls."

Everything was blurry to Michael, even with the strong scent of blood shaking him awake. The world around him moved slowly, words and screams as mere echoes. The only thing that assured him it was real was the familiar scent in front of him. He gently opened his eyes, yawning slightly as he grunted in pain, feeling the hole in his heart slowly heal up. "...Allan...?" Michael asked, his voice low as he grabbed Allan by his arms. He lifted his gaze, his vision fixing on Allan a the world around them was ignored by his senses, even as police busted right into the room with guns a blazing. Michael blinked slowly, staring at Allan before smiling sleepily. He had been legally dead for a few days now, his body still adjusting as if he had just taken a long nap instead of actually dying, ever so slowly. "You're ok." Michael said, his hands moving up to Allan's face, gently holding his face in his hands. "You stink, but you're ok." Michael said, chuckling at his own statement as he sat up, not letting go of Allan before towering over him in height. Before Allan could say anything, Michael leaned in, rubbing his nose against Allan's, his forehead against Allan's, like a cat rubbing against their owner. "I had a nightmare that you got hurt real bad and I couldn't get out...I'm glad you're ok." Michael purred, his tone still sleepy as he pulled Allan closer, and ever so lazily and playfully landed a kiss on Allan's lips, even while the world around them was chaos.

Grandma's 16 year old Poodle passed away. Originally a rescue, I know we gave her the best life possible. Rest in Peace Pocky. See you someday in the dog park in the sky.

I shouldn't be watching these types of movies at night here I am crying

"I hope that you will find something to your tastes." Arachne spoke as she walked alongside the blond haired woman. The woman glanced around as the room filled itself with all kinds of people, and creatures. "You've not disappointed before. I don't see why it would be different this time." The woman said, glancing around. Arachne smiled in delight, watching as her people began to prepare for the auction, when suddenly, the alarms went off. The alarms played loudly for a moment before the lights went out, sending the entire place into darkness before the dim, red colored lights of the backup generator lit up. "Power Reset...?!" Arachne asked, snapping her head around as the guards began to run. From across the building, everything electronic was reset. Electronic gates and doors unlocked with loud clicks. Locks on sealed vaults released, the heavy doors slowly opening as the creatures from the inside crept out. Roars shook the base as they were let loose. It was a killing ground. Guards ran back and forth, grabbing a hold of their weapons as they tried to seal down the gates before anyone could escape. It was no use. As they tried to close one of the sections, a roar caught them off guard, a giant creature, a Manticore, rushing right through. The creature tackled a guard down, ripping at its throat as blood splashed on the walls. From behind it other creatures followed. A Selkie knocked Guards out of the way. The Werewolf threw guards across the air, making a path for those behind him. The Harpy used her sharp talons to slash at the faces of her attackers. The Dryad wasted no time in using her roots to trip Guards. Blood was spilled as hell rose. Bidders and guards ran for their lives as it was kill or to be killed. Before Allan could go far, he was suddenly tackled down. Sharp extremities stabbed into his skin, pushing him up against the wall. "You-!" Arachne hissed, pushing right through Allan's skin, blood pouring out as she pinned him like prey. "You did this, didn't you?!" She hissed, throwing Allan across the room and into the nearest wall, before pouncing onto him again, dragging him back to pin him against the wall. This time she used two of her legs to press his neck against the wall behind him. "I should have killed you off the moment I found out your humanity! You think you can just come around and ruin everything I've worked for?!" Arachne asked, choking the life out of Allan. "You humans have persecuted my kind for centuries! You think you can just wear a uniform and call yourself a savior for the supernatural kind?!" She screamed, furious as she began to draw blood from Allan's neck. "I'll rip you to pieces! I'll rip your skin and your bones! And then I'll go after your family! A fitting ending for those who decide to mettle with that to which they don't belong, don't you think, detective?!" She screamed, launching forward for the kill. Before she could, however, there was a shadow behind her, dashing swiftly across as a loud sound followed. Before she could reach Allan, Arachne could only gasp in pain. Suddenly, right from her torso, a machine pierced right through, cutting her in half with ease as the blood splattered all over the room. Her organs and bones crunched and shattered under the spinning blades of the weapon, ripping through flesh and mincing it like nothing. Her two pieces of body fell on the floor into even more pieces, blood covering Allan as he was dropped. "No matter how human they act, they always end up being just what they are, don't they?" The figure spoke, stepping into the light to show herself to be the mysterious blond woman. "Monsters." She said, walking around as she swung the blood off the saw like contraption, despite it's size, handling it with ease. She stepped closer to Allan, the boy by this point covered from head to toe in blood. "Never forget that. They're monsters. They always have, and always will be. No matter how much time passes, how much they try to learn to be civilized...they're nothing but animals still learning how to crawl. Deep inside, they're monsters, and nothing can change that. You know this, don't you? Working in what you do." The woman spoke, glancing down at Allan with pity. Before Allan could speak, the woman threw something to his hands; his cellphone. "I give you a chance now, because your people will get rid of this mess for me. But I warn you, Othello. If we meet again, and you still wear that badge you hold onto so proudly...you will be next, for the sake of humanity." She warned, holding her weapon close before walking away, disappearing among the chaos.

I think most can agree that the Pancake Game was both scary and hilarious.

Finish the bird portrait or take a nap. Decisions decisions.

The monsters around Allan nodded, agreeing. "The last time anyone tried to make a run for it got skinned alive." "We'll be skinned alive regardless if we don't do something!" "Do we even know where the security room is?" Whispers spread among the cages, before being shushed by the Dryad. "A human among us might be our trap card. He can camouflage himself among the scents. We have an opening, too." The Dryad spoke. The werewolf's ears perked up. "You aren't thinking of sending him off at the auction?" The werewolf asked. "It is the only time where they will all be too busy carrying merchandise back and forth than to pay attention to us. Besides, if we do not act, how long before we are sold off as well?" The Dryad asked. The Harpy lowered her head. "I don't like that idea..." She whispered. "Then it is settled. We shall strike at the night of the auction. Human, you are with the M&M, yes? If you manage to contact your people...the creatures here might end up getting out alive." The Dryad said, looking down. The Harpy smiled softly as she rested her head back. "That...sounds nice, actually. I haven't seen the sky in a while...I want to see it again." The Harpy purred. The werewolf scoffed a bit. "A human's going to help us escape. Well, there's a first time for everything." ... The Auction came mere few days after, and the tension was high. People were being moved around, no fights were scheduled, and an overall feeling of dread spread across the entire area. Creatures who went in never returned. Some they never even knew about from again. It was now or never. They all waited, watching and waiting for their chance. It came as a guard walked in to make the rounds. The guard stepped into the cell area, stepping down the hall as he made a headcount. The werewolf howled at him, groaning loudly. "What the hell you want?" The Guard asked, hissing. "I injured myself." The Werewolf hissed, looking up painfully. "How?" "He kicked my cage so I bit him." The creature next door said, the guard groaning. He couldn't have a werewolf with an injury; it could become infected and die, which meant losing income. "Let me see. Where did he bit you?" The Guard asked, kneeling down as he stepped closer to the cell. "Right here." The Werewolf said. Once the guard was close enough, the werewolf pulled the guard by his collar, slamming his head against the bars as hard as he possibly could. The guard yelled in pain, his head denting the bars before falling back in agony. The werewolf smirked, taking a deep breath. "You can do this." The Harpy said. The werewolf nodded. "I know..." The werewolf said, his eyes glowing as he growled. He allowed himself to transform, his skeleton and body reforming as the wolf features appeared. As he did he grabbed his cell bars. Despite his hands burning at contact, he pulled as hard as he possibly could, creating an opening big enough for him to slither through. After he was out, he got to Allan's cell, pulling his cell open. Blood smeared against the bars as the skin hissed loudly. "Take his clothes and blend right in. I'll get the others out." The werewolf hissed. They didn't have the cell keys, he would have to help them out the old fashion way.

I've watched all of them, though Lucario & The Mystery of Mew will always be my personal favorite.

"I'm glad." Saros said to Spirit and Ghost as he helped Stephen. He was quick to smack the scarab away from Stephen, watching it wriggle on the sand as it struggled to get back on it's feet. "You ok?" He asked, glancing down at the scarab. "Odd. I'd figure a bug like that would live in some place more...alive." Saros hummed. Maybe Stephen brought it with him accidentally within his clothes. Wouldn't be the first time it happened to anyone. He heard Alin, quickly turning to see her. She got pretty banged up in the storm, it seemed. "Maybe you're just unlucky. Could be genetic." Saros joked, walking over to her. He summoned his keyblade to his side, pointing it at Alin. "Stay still. This should help a bit. Curaga." Saros said, his keyblade glowing a familiar tint of green. A green aura surrounded Alin momentarily, helping to heal the wounds up and provide energy. It wasn't alot compared to the Cura spell, but it would be enough, he figured. "Better?" He asked. He glanced up at the mountain, glaring it. "Here I was hoping air support could give us a lift to the top." Saros suggested, looking down at his keyblade. "(My corridors won't work this time. I don't know what's up there, nor I've ever been there. Can't visualize where it'll lead.)" Saros thought. Not to mention it was a danger on it's own to those unstrained. "So...I guess we're climbing."

Money exchanged hands as the crowd roared in all kinds of reactions, whispers and comments going rampant. "Let us welcome the new addition to the arena, everyone! Let's see how long he lasts, shall we?" The announcer cheered. The cage from where Allan had come in from opened once more. From the other entrances a group of guards were quick to push Allan into the cage to clear the arena for the next fight. Allan was stripped of his weapons, a guard grasping him by the neck with the same tool as before, leading him away from the arena and into another area. It was relatively close to the arena, as even with the concrete walls once could still hear the faint cheers from it. A set of cells with three floors worth of them. Some where full, others empty, each with a separate individual creature in them. "Normal cage should work for this one. He's a human." The guard said as another one opened the cell door. "He survived huh? M&M is really stepping up in their training; even the humans are tough!" The guard joked. Allan was thrown into the cage before being locked right in, the guards walking away as they chatted casually. It was silent for a few moments, before Allan's neighbors began to whisper among them. "A human?" The neighbor to his left, a werewolf in human form asked, leaning close to the cell, but keeping a distance from the silver that would otherwise burn his skin. He already had burn marks across his body, most notably to his neck to the point that it was a permanent imprint of the chain. The neighbor to his right, a Harpy, leaned even closer, looking over at Allan. "Poor human." She whispered. "Let him be." The creature in the cell in front of his spoke, a Dryad. "He must be tired." She spoke.

The storm caught everyone by surprise, and before they realized it, they were dragged by it further into the sea. Saros didn't remember when he lost consciousness. He could vaguely remember holding onto the boat for dear life, absolutely terrified to fall into the water. By the time he woke up, he was soaked, and sand in places within his clothes where sand should not be. Annoying. He coughed up at the taste of salt on his tongue, quickly sitting up as he rubbed his eyes. He squinted his eyes a bit, listening as everyone began to wake up. "How are we still alive...?" He whispered to himself, quickly searching on the sand around him for his glasses. He could see from close up without them. From afar, not so much. He eventually found them sticking out from the sand, and pulled it up only to pull a small crab along with it, hanging onto the glasses with its pincers. "H-Hey! This is mine!" Saros hissed, flicking the crab off his glasses before cleaning them up. He looked around, his sight now clear. "Everyone alive?" Saros asked. He turned to look at Ghost and Spirit. "Ghost, Spirit, can you contact air support? Are they alright?" Saros asked, concerned. They could have completely avoided the storm, just as they could have been dragged into the sea with it. He looked up at the mountain that Jynn pointed out, his jaw dropping a bit. "That's...tall." Saros whispered. Almost, or maybe equally as Mount Olympus tall. Maybe more. "Well, we're somewhere...maybe we can see where we are from up there? See how far we are from Te Fiti? Maybe we could locate Moana if she's around, too." Saros offered, standing up as he walked over to Stephen to help him up.