"Hm, if you say so, Mr. Brave Black Raven," Senna replied to Blake, stifling a giggle. "Seriously, Blake, I can see through your ruse. I can tell you are stressed, maybe a little sad too. Don't worry, it's cool. You don't have to pretend you aren't. Be yourself, or whatever," Senna suggested. "I'm sure a lot of people in here are stressed out. I'm not really, but I don't really have a reason to be worried," she said with a shrug. "Just not me, because I don't really have a reason to worry."

"Your master, huh? Well, your master has great taste!"
Senna exclaimed to Setsuna, clasping her hands together. She then rocked back on her feet, putting a hand behind her head as she swayed from side to side. "You're looking for a guy named... Ky-o-shi-ro? Hmmm..." Senna paused thoughtfully before shrugging her shoulders.

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"I can't say I know too many people. I know... Miku, Joshua, Shir--something or other, um, some guy who wants to be called Black Raven, annnnd that's it... other than my friend Ichigo, but I don't know where he is either. Sorry." Senna shrugged again. "Have you seen my friend, Ichigo? Tall guy, orange hair, obnoxious, but... kind... to me..." Senna quieted for a moment, honestly hoping she might see him again someday.

As if forgetting she had even asked a question before, Senna suddenly rattled off another one. "Why do you have a master?" her orange eyes glimmering with curiosity. "Are you sure he's your master? That ribbon looks like something a good friend would give you, maybe even a boyyyfriend~"
 
"Kids got a point." Android 18 finally responded from her corner. "Or maybe we got it all wrong and they brought us here for tea?" She snarked looking at the scientists. "Or they're just perverts."
 
"I wish I could do that." The android mused, looking away from the scientists finally. She'd been born with this name, and this title, but the idea of branching off and making something for herself seemed... enticing, yet daunting.

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"Maybe your raven just missed you?" Pets were social creatures, right? Missing its owner like that; maybe that had something to do with its passing. Glancing over towards the hyperactive amethyst-haired girl, Miku continued.

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"Senna is right. Are you okay? You seem... stressed. I think everyone is right now, but you know."
 
"Name's Shirou. And why would a man be carrying something like tha-"

"Never know when you'll need something simple like that, my friend. Especially when you let your hair grow like mine."

Joshua offered up with a casual shrug as he tilted his head at Lucio's comment.

"Keepin' it subtle, man."

The mercenary could only quietly chuckle for a moment as his eyes sparkled with mischief. After a moment, he shook his head with a grin for the hyper-positive DJ.

"Nothing wrong with being a polite gentleman and providing help when a young woman is in need, Lucio. That, or when they need an honest pick-me-up."

"Have you seen my friend, Ichigo? Tall guy, orange hair, obnoxious, but... kind... to me..."

The myrmidon cocked a brow at the young woman, mulling over the name she asked about. Quite an interesting name, one that would stand even without the man's supposed height and hair color. Especially if he meant what Joshua thought he did to Senna.

"Sorry to say that I haven't, Senna... Though sounds as if he's quite special to you," His smirk became playful and still as nonchalant as ever as he cupped his chin, "I wonder if like Miss Setsuna, you're not saying everything about your relationship with this friend~"
 
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I let a sigh escape from my lips again. I really liked sighing, didn't I? However, I didn't have any gum on me to keep my gums company and the stress seemed to have an effect on everyone. The girl had her head tilted as though she didn't get the joke and Mr. Gloomy had simply given up if his leaning against the wall was any indication after his short rant he didn't finish. Could be far worse.

I closed my eyes and channeled out any distractions, especially the glass punching crew beating against the walls that have so far shown no fruit.

What to do I wonder. This situation had stacked the odds against us. What to do.

And then I blinked my eyes several times as my mind printed out a plan. I felt a smile grow on my face.

My eyes darted around the cell for any cameras, hidden or otherwise, and sound amplifiers

As I looked around, I reviewed the plan and put in the missing pieces. It wasn't going to help us escape and might not even be helpful in certain situations, but if we played our cards right, it would madden the scientists and give everyone a chance to see if their powers still worked without them knowing.​
 
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A glance was spared in Blake's direction, briefly, as he rambled on. And while Setsuna didn't directly address the boy, well, it was obvious he was stressed as fuck. Even she, who wasn't the best with understanding emotions, could see that much. But in any case, as he had not addressed her and another had, she simply moved on without thinking too much on it. Instead, she spoke simply to Senna. "Yes." Yes, Kyoshiro did have good taste. But regardless, that was beside the point, and she only gave a small nod in confirmation to her master's name. Sadly, however, out of all of the names Senna rattled off about knowing, none belonged to him.

Damn.

"...Ichigo,"
Setsuna repeated, softly. "...I am sorry. I do not recall anyone fitting that description," the blonde stated after pausing for a time to consider this. "If it is as you wish, I can assist you in locating him once we are out of this..." For a moment, she tried to decide the right word for the room. "...case--" And promptly, she trailed off, staring blankly at Senna upon her next question. Why did she have a master...?

"..."

Well, that was a new question. But she was obligated to answer and did so without hesitation. "It is my purpose to serve," she spoke, calmly. "It's what I was made for, and what I will do until my demise. I am Kyoshiro's sword." Well, that didn't make much sense, more than likely, to these people. She certainly looked like a human, not a sword. But in any case, Senna's next words, followed by Joshua's contribution, caused a different reaction from the blonde.

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There was silence for a few moments from Setsuna, and she stared off blankly at nothing in particular. "...It's not like that. Don't misunderstand," she cut them off, speaking with the same monotone as before. "I'm not human. I am Absolute Angel, Setsuna of the Moment of Dreams. Kyoshiro is my master," she repeated.​
 
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"Er... definitely not stressed out as you may think I am. Just trying to... devise a plan in my head to do things, yes! Aha...ha..."

Blake was clearly trying to hide that stress into the depths of his mind, but it wasn't really being successful from how he was stuttering and becoming less and less confident in keeping himself like this. Again, a slight topic change with what Miku had asked him, Blake continued to smile.

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"I mean, it's out there to make a different name for yourself. All of the things that happen when you have two different names to go by... those things aren't easy, but I've managed..."

Trailing off with his words, Blake realized that even Miku was stating that he was stressed out and even his attempts to cover that up also made him look more stressed out. Well, at this rate, people were going to think so, and it would mean more stress for himself and others around him... He didn't want that at all...

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"Alright alright... you got me... I'm stressed out. I'm like a whole bundle of stress and other things just waiting to explode, but I really don't want to worry anyone too much when we're in a situation like this... While I have my own personal matters to make amends to back home to stress out about, I'm more so worried that all of you have things to return to as well... and it stabs me in the heart to know that people that deserve none of this happening to them are experiencing this all... Does that sound content enough for most here? You know it's a chore to repeat things over and over..."

Letting out a huge breath of air after speaking out on what he felt like sharing about his inner stress, Blake still smiled afterward, he never really wavered or halted his need to smile it seems... And just to get the mood back up, he took notice of the conversation pertaining to Setsuna and this "Kyoshiro" character.

"... hm, so Kyoshiro is a master of a graceful angel like yourself, Setsuna... then it may be a sin in itself to not let Kyoshiro be your boyfriend, unless you have a vacant spot for that special someone that is~"

Oh god...
 
Well, that was certainly a mouthful of a response to all of their questions. Joshua wondered why exactly her voice carried no real tone to it, as if she didn't feel emotions whatsoever. Strange...and something he could test with some coy shots in a moment.

"Not to be much of a buzzkill, Setsuna, but no one is made to be a sword," The mercenary replied with a slight frown and a shake of his head, "No one is meant to simply be a blade for someone else, especially if that someone is the reason they believe that. Such ideas cause you to dull and rust as a person..."

"As for you being an angel...well, I can't exactly counter that one with the evidence in front of me,"
The comment was accompanied by a wink, though its flirtatious nature was a guise to hide his true intent. Hopefully, the young woman would blush or at least react to the comment, a sign that she truly did have some sort of emotional depth to herself.​
 
Little Guy was surprised to see the Pokémon's transformation. He knew that, whatever Doremi was, she wasn't human. However, her music and dancing piqued his interest.

He made an attempt to be sociable and "make friends", as Dr. Kimishima put it. During a pause in her dancing, he said to her, "You're pretty good. What's your name?"
 
"You hear me?! I won't let you hurt any of them! I wo-"

He then realized someone touched his shoulder. 'My allies' He thought to himself. He has already made allies! He smiled as he begins to turn around.

"Oh....sorry about that... I didn't want to get anyone hurt... My name is..."

Zerberus sees only one person. He was hoping for more of them. He then noticed his only ally was a... girl?! His mind went blank as he continues staring at Naomi like an idiot. He was dumbfounded. He tries to say something back, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. Sweat dropped from his face. His face was red.

"M-my... n-n-name... um... my n-name... is... ummmmmm... Ze-Zerber-Zerberus?"

He was not good at talking with girls. He then bumped into another girl causing him to fall onto his face.​
 
"Locate who?" Senna questioned Setsuna, almost forgetting she had even asked about her friend. "Oh, Ichigo! Yeah, that'd be great if you could help me find him. I need to find him because he owes me a new ribbon after losing mine. Say, maybe I could even help you find your friend! I love helping people out."

The girl paused, however, when Setsuna would say there was nothing between herself and Kyoshiro. "You're not human? So what! I'm not human either, but I never let that stop me from doing things I want to do. If you like him, you should definitely make a move! But, uh, if you don't that's cool too I guess~"

Senna paused, glancing to Joshua when he would suggest that Ichigo was more special to her than she was letting on. The girl flinched, shaking her head as a bright shade of red rushed to her cheeks.

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"What?! No! Eww! It's not like that at all! He's not special to me! I just need to find him so he can buy me a new ribbon. That idiot lost mine and he owes me a new one!" she exclaimed.

C'mon, Miku and I can see through you, Blake. Buuuut, if you say so. Whatever helps you sleep at night," she said, shooting the young man a cheeky smile. Her look softened, however, when he actually admitted to how he felt. "It's sweet of you to worry about everyone here too, along with your own situation. If it makes you feel any better, I don't have a place to return to myself. That's why I'm not worried. I only have one friend, no home or family. So I don't have much to be concerned over," she explained with a shrug and a small smile. "I can't say I'm too worried about everyone else either. Somehow, I just know everything will be okay. I don't know how, but I just know," she said, smiling a hopeful, positive smile.​
 
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"Special... Someone...?" Setsuna repeated, seeming completely oblivious to what Blake was referring to. "I do not believe so," she stated. Unless a master was described by humans as a 'special someone'? But surely Blake didn't mean that, as she had already stated that Kyoshiro was her master. Regardless, she didn't exactly much appreciate the remark about it being a sin to not allow Kyoshiro to be her boyfriend. Didn't these people understand? She had failed him. He didn't want her. Trying to ignore the pain that came with those thoughts and the recollection of the last time she'd seen Kyoshiro, Setsuna attempted to maintain composure and carry on, glancing at Joshua upon his addressing of her.

To him, she shook her head. "You do not understand. It is my purpose," she insisted, no change in expression present. "I do everything for him. I am Kyoshiro's sword. I'll do anything he wants me to. No matter what it is. That is my purpose," she continued, averting her gaze slowly, slight emotion leaking into her words. "I'll do... Anything."

Anything...

And yet, Senna continued to press about her relationship with her master. After what she'd witnessed between Kyoshiro and Kuu, and being so blatantly rejected by him, these continuous insinuations only served to bring pain. "I've told you. He is not my 'boyfriend', as you say. He never will be."
 
Lucio chuckled along with the humble myrmidon, raising his hands and stepping back. "Aight, aight, fair enough, of course. This world doesn't have enough gentlemen, amiright?" he joked. Joshua seemed like a cool, reliable guy, if not a bit cocky when it comes to picking up girls. In a situation like this, you'd think that'd be irresponsible, but Lucio isn't a judge; he's a DJ.

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He turned over to Azura smiling and jabbing a finger towards Joshua. "You're in good hands, miss, my boy Joshua here is the most desperat-" COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH "--reliable person I know! Jus' take my word for it!"

Ooh, mama.

Lucio was the floaty type, rolling around to every member of the party to make sure everyone's having a good time. As a result of this, he incidentally overheard Setsuna, Senna, Blake, and the group as he skated past, halting in place and glancing towards Blake, standing behind him. Lucio didn't immediately act, quietly listening to Blake as he just started conveying his stress. Every last word, Lucio blinked and listened, his smile fading to a neutral expression.

And then, he moved. A hand rested on Blake's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, man, don't even worry about it!"

If Blake didn't freak out, Lucio rolled over into full view.

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"I hope you know that you aren't the only one stressed here, man. We all have some stress to carry on our backs. Between you an' me, anyone who says they don't get any stress to carry is a liar. But, hey, you don't gotta carry everyone's stress on your own back, man! You're gonna break your back, and I'll feel bad!"

"We're gonna carry it together."


Lucio tilted his head, giving a hopeful nod to Blake and hopefully illicit some optimism from him. Lucio grabbed his headphones and abruptly placed them on Blake's head, twisting some knobs on his music player. "Come on, this'll make you feel better!"


Blake, whether he liked it or not, was subject to the force of Lucio's music. The song was...euphoric if that was the best word to describe it. A series of quiet, melancholic tones moving to an earthly rhythm, following a simple percussive beat that soon synced with his own heartbeat. A refreshing feeling would hopefully wash over Blake, feeling as if any pain he had, both mentally and physically, suddenly healed.

"If only I had my blaster, this'd be...like, 10x more effective."
 
"Just a ribbon? Are you certain that's all you want from him?" Joshua hummed with a cat-like smile, almost seeming to lean in to put more pressure on her, "Most lovely young ladies that I've met only blush like you are when talking about someone very special to them..."

At her comment about only having a single friend, the mercenary's smile returned to its normal state of casual friendliness, "Well, I believe you can add me as well to that list... though there's nothing wrong with having no home. I've been wandering the last few years of my life as a swordsman, and I have to say, it's quite a comfortable lifestyle. See the world, get to meet interesting folks like you all."

Lucio chuckled along with the humble myrmidon, raising his hands and stepping back. "Aight, aight, fair enough, of course. This world doesn't have enough gentlemen, amiright?" he joked. Joshua seemed like a cool, reliable guy, if not a bit cocky when it comes to picking up girls. In a situation like this, you'd think that'd be irresponsible, but Lucio isn't a judge; he's a DJ.

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He turned over to Azura smiling and jabbing a finger towards Joshua. "You're in good hands, miss, my boy Joshua here is the most desperat-" COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH "--reliable person I know! Jus' take my word for it!"

"Please, I have no hint of what you're implying, Lucio," Joshua coolly replied, no longer sounding as playful as he did before. In fact, it almost sounded like the insinuation had stung him a bit, "If a young woman refuses me? Then I will leave them be. I might be sad for a little bit, but there's always another time, correct?"

"And it's confident and reliable, my friend, not desperation. I'm quite the dedicated person,"
Then he was back to playful insinuations. A little strange how quickly he was flipping between the emotions with such control.​
 
Yeah. She definitely had things to return back to back home. Then again, how long had they been here, imprisoned? Was there really any sense of time passed anymore?

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"So much for that promotional work tomorrow," Miku mumbled. To say the android was experiencing conflicting emotions was an understatement. There were things that needed attending, and people waiting and relying on her, but at the same time... Well, the breakage of the routine was somewhat appreciated.

Even if it wasn't the most... ideal of circumstances.

There were talking of other people here not being human either, it seemed. Angels? It sounded crazy at first, but given the situation, she felt it wasn't right to judge.

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"You're very optimistic, Senna." She shot her a meek, but mildly hopeful smile. "I think that's what we all need in a time like this..." She mumbled yet again, watching as Lucio did his thing. He seemed kinda strange, but at the same time, she could appreciate his usage of music. This is definitely something she could get with.​
 
After a few more minutes of observing who was in the room, Lucifer settled on going to attempt to talk to the Arabic and probably a man who was trying to look cool. He looked over at the Arabic man and smirked. "Welcome to the glass cage of people who don't know where the fuck they are. We seem to have scientists and a whole bunch of others in this box. Never did care for Science. I'm Lucifer Morningstar, and you would be?" He asked the man. He also was looking in the other man's general direction when he said it.

--

Linda looked over at the other man who had approached them and introduced himself as Rock. "I'm Linda Martin, Hollywood Psychologist," she said, muttering the next bit quietly. "I'm also the Devil's psychologist..."
 
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"?"

Azura was surprised when someone bumped into her, falling onto their face shortly afterward.

"Uh, are you okay?" she asked, holding a hand put to help him up. She was slightly caught off guard by his almost comical fall.​
 
Penny looked at the man and shook his head, but replied.

"Yeah, unless you got a flask on you, I'm not really interested in listening to your sob story. I've already had enough of those for one month"

Penny wasn't that interested in a conversation with the Man, but the knowledge that Scientists were in here with them, was a bit amusing. They had no way to explain this, that was for certain.​
 
Eventually, Jason quit trying to fight the bitch woman. He simply didn't have time for this shit and was, quite frankly, not in the mood to throw any punches anymore. Jason instead turned his attention to the man with the British accent that spoke up in the room.

"Well, you look like one of the only normal people in this hellhole," Jason said bluntly.​
 
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