◇Dream Theif◆ (Always Accepting)

[Winry Rockbell]

(I have no clue what to post so..)

Fau coughed up blood into therag, holding it agajnst ger mouth.

[wildfire6]

Mark
He gave a small huffing noise, but didn't further test his luck.

(((You could go talk to the twins, they're just oodles of fun/mischeif if you feel like making trouble))
((Lol, drawing Damien (actually King Abel Castillian, who I used for Damiens looks and personality (not pic)(minus disabillities and facial scarring)) and lisyening to music, I look away for one moment to change the song. I jumped ten feet and screamed when I looked back like, "What the heck!!!!I didn't mean to make him so creepy!!!!!!" XD))

[Midnight Tails]

Damien First))
Damien
He laughed lightly, "Pretty much."
Damien shook his head, "No, it's a symptom of the disease, my mental state and varying personas are a seperate disorder. I could describe how it works for you, but I don't want to waste what time we have reciting what psychiatrists say."
The albino let out a slow breath, "This just gets better and better." ,he softened, hearing the tone of her voice, "Don't beat yourself up over it, it was a combination of having orders and not wanting anyone to know our weaknesses." ,he smiled faintly, "You just did what you were told to."
He swallowed hard to keep from puking, which wasn't as hard as it would've been had he eaten. He shook his head a bit, as if the movement would clear his thoughts, he couldn't remember what he was talking about. He bit the inside of his cheek, "It is seeming pretty grim."
He put an arm around her when she hugged him, but weakly, trying not to use what little energy he had.
Cross glared at her, "Shut up b*tch, I don't care to hear your rambling."
He ignored what she said to him, cringing away at the kiss, like she was a venomous snake trying to bite him.
The albino made a groaning noise when his sister was called over, clearly not looking forward to seeing her."

She sighed, still blaming herself about not saving at least something in a hard copy, the only info left was in their heads, she felt like hitting herself.
Ignoring for the most part Damien's or rather Cross' reactions, though she found it amusing that he was scared of coming into contact with her, and thinking about how poor Savannah would have to deal with him now she glanced at Damien, "Stay where you are, don't try and run off or you can bet on being restrained to that bed, I don't think you like restraints so behave." Clairna wasn't sure if that'd be convincing enough, but if he dared move from this room he'd find a bit of torture in store for him, just because she loved him, didn't mean he is immune to her anger.
"Oh and you talk to your sister at least once a week Damien, it's not like you haven't seen her for years, you were just talking to her before about the twins." She told him, she wondered if the different parts of him could remember, and it wasn't just the schizophrenia, the disease did that anyway, his condition just heightened the reaction.

Now Vana))
Savanah
She smiled when the nurse left, glad not to have to deal with the woman. She frowned at the doctor, "That's odd, when I was here it seemed like they were constantly taking notes, surely there's more information."
Savanah nodded her head curtly, "Yes, but I don't see how that information benefits you." ,she laughed lightly at how many records her brothsr had, unsurprised, "I suppose that's one of the area's I'll be assisting in."
She smiled lightly, "It's not a problem, I did my fair share of smartmouthing to her." ,the girl smiled politely, "Then I'll write up a list of questions for you on what medications I can use to keep them... Nonviolent."
She huffed, rather annoyed, but let it slide, "Then I'd prefer thsy go with Dream or that nightmare girl... Clairna was her name, I don't want some random Nightmare watching them, no offense to them, but they aren't the best people morally."

Giving a grimace he nodded, “Yes, I arrived only after the first wave, but I heard about from a few nurses and doctors that have stayed around for a while, about at least the small parts they remember… There were notes, records, statistics, files, pictures, videos, tons and tons of information, they wanted to record as much as possible, so that such a disaster never happened again, that it could possibly be prevented.” He paused before continuing in a lower tone of voice, “Of course that was before Dream and Nightmare thieves that weren’t sick or mentally unstable at the time were ordered to destroy everything about the disease, direct orders from the leaders of both clans, any that refused were killed. It was after everything had settled down or was starting to, you would’ve gone away by that point, so you wouldn’t probably know, that everything was destroyed or torched to ashes. Of course a small amount was spared, just to mark it in history sort of thing, a few figures on how many died, things like that, which aren’t too helpful in treating such a disease. Also those that were around at the time have a lot of their memory rewritten, more like wiped for the most part, as if the information they had wasn’t allowed to get out. Seriously most of the stuff that was about the disease is gone now, there is a little bit more, like how long the disease lasts, but no mention of the stages, well it does say somewhere there are stages, but not how many nor how long they go on for, it is such little information to go on, I’m sure as you know a bit about medical practition, that you know that you need quite a bit of information before being able to make any accurate treatment. What we have got so far is basically the time limit as to how long your brother’s are going to live maximum, before they die, which is two to four weeks, that might be stretching it, most likely they’ll die sooner though, especially the younger one.” Having a sad expression for a bit, seemingly upset that he couldn’t really do anything for this girl’s siblings.
“Well anyway you must be able to remember something about the disease, I mean surely you wouldn’t have been memory wiped, as it’d have to be Shadow that did that, I don’t think he’d do that to you, so your memory should be intact, so seeing as you were around at the time…I’m sure anything that you can remember will be a great help.” He said eagerly, half praying that the girl could remember something important about the disease.
Moving on, so that he answered everything he nodded, “Most likely, though maybe some of the nurses not so quick thinking would be better suited, you seem more to be the type for action, so assisting in that field would make you irritated, I’m near certain of it.” The doctor told her, he tried to remember if she had said her name, he didn’t have that good a memory for names.
Trying not to grin, he was quite young, early twenties around abouts, and he had a humorous streak, he replied, “Oh yes, but she’s been needing a talking to, I bet a few are thankful, possibly cheering for you around, she’s an irritant often, but she’s skilled, and you’ve seen how most of the staff are here, either incompetent or with a bad attitude, in this sort of situation, you can’t pick and choose.
Shrugging the guy said, “Be my guest, but there is only one medication on record that consistently worked on all Densenbyou patients, the rest of the medications, from what we know, have varying side effects depending on which stage they’re in, one could be fatal in one stage, but excellent for use in another stage, but without knowing which stages they’re in and how each of the medications available for use affected each stage and not even knowing what each stage of the disease is like, we’re quite stuck on this. I’m sure you wouldn’t want one of your brothers to be guinea pigs for experiments as to which medications work or not, as it’s certain they’d die soon from one of the medications. Unless you’re willing to have your brothers lives, as well as other thieves lives on your shoulders, then there is no point trying out medications on the small hope that one of the more common medicines might work.”
Looking at Savannah sternly he added, “The only way to consistently keep them nonviolent is to restrain them physically, we can’t waste the one drug that we know works, as it’s too hard to come by to be used frequently, so you just have to hold them down basically, unless you want to put their lives in jeorpardy by experimenting on them.” The doctor had clearly just given Savannah the responsibility of her brothers, as in, when the time came, for her to make the decisions of whether to get rid of life support etc, he was already preparing for the worst, soon as she was the only mature relative, would have to say when they were to die putting it simply, though he suspected she would want them to hold on and die by themselves.
Noting that the girl wasn’t happy the doctor shuffled his feet ever so slightly, but didn’t turn away or look down, he kept his steady gaze on Savannah, he wasn’t about to be intimidated by her hidden anger, he smirked slightly, having not really seen Shadow and Damien that much before, well Damien occasionally, but Shadow perhaps only once, unlike his brother, he was very healthy, so rarely needed any sort of medical attention. But he had heard of their tempers, although Damien was more of a ‘kill if annoyed’ sort of guy, and Shadow was more ‘glaring, not wanting to hurt’ sort of guy, very different angers, and the former not so easily noticed that he gets angry, really you couldn’t tell when he wasn’t angry, but the doctor could definitely see the family resemblance, despite the sister looking quite different, you could see her temper would match either of her brothers, he decided that short tempers must somehow run in the genetics, despite defying science in that, though scientific things were often wrong, constantly corrected, so possibly years from now, it’d be discovered that emotional traits are inherited through genetics, and not just because of the environment they’re brought up in.
Blanching the guy glanced at Clairna briefly, then stared at Savannah as if she’d gone mad, “Are you sure you don’t have any conditions that make you, er, irrational?” as he had been unable to come up with a better word.
Leaning closer he whispered, not wanting Clairna or Damien to overhear obviously, “You do realise that you just handpicked the most insane, bloodthirsty, twisted person in Nightmare right? Although it is very disputed as to if Damien or Clairna is worse. Putting children with her and expecting it to be all right as rain; would be like putting a starving fox in a chicken coop, and expecting the fox to sit quietly and not kill and eat to survive. Or like asking a pinch-pocket to mind your bag for a few hours, and despite knowing their trade, expecting them to be minding it for you as asked without stealing anything. It’s one of the most insane ideas I’ve heard, ever…” Leaning back, clearly disgruntled with the matter and also unhappy that he’d been so close to Damien and Clairna, whom he paranoidly decided they must have sharp ears to keep their positions.
Trying to focus back on Savannah, and trying not to worry about what sort of tortures awaited him for insulting the two like that, the doctor frowned slightly, “It’s not that I have anything against the girl, Clairna or Damien, it’s just that, well Clairna isn’t the sort of type you’d naturally allow any living thing near, she’d sooner kill everything than look after it…” he paused at this as he remembered that she somehow cared for the black and white dog that trailed after her everywhere, and he hadn’t ever actually seen her mistreat an animal…But humans, yes, he’d heard many stories, and seen the results of her ‘looking after’ people.
“She doesn’t do well around people, Damien is the only one she doesn’t kill, anyone else is ripe for the taking, I understand that she’s your brother, Damien’s girlfriend, but that doesn’t make it right to leave poor defenceless children in her care…” he half raised his arms in desperation as he tried to explain, Savannah didn’t seem to find his opinion convincing enough to change her mind.

And Mark))
Apologies for triple posting))
Mark
He made a small noise of suprise, "No, that's Alex, I was making a resonable connection."
Mark coughed slightly, not like Damien's cough, that shook his entire body, but a small vough that brought up blood. The boy growled, "I met him when the yelling blonde showed up, that does.'t make me his friend."

Grinning now in a twisted way she said, her voice mocking him slightly she said, "You're in the same clan, that makes you comrades, allies, friends." Ignoring his coughing, she didn't care if he was sick or not, she added, "No, Alex is just a piece of swine, her 'power' is to look into the f****d up future, that doesn't make her a fortune teller, more like a revolutionary. You're not making a reasonable connection, just being a b**t**d." Snarling at the end of it.
"Oh and if he doesn't care about you being alive because you're not his friend, then I'll just slit your throat because I'm in a bad mood and you're in my way. How about I just kill you anyway?" Clairna let her knife play across the guy's neck, drawing a tiny bit of blood from the extremely sharp blade.

(She's funny when she's mad. )

(Lol its.okay ^_^ with phones.you gotta do that alot.)

(You do? I don't do that....XD I'm on my phone right now, gosh you guys have bad phones! Or is it that most phones are bad and I just got a good one? I am more likely to have to do that on my laptop, I think I prefer my phone for posting because my phone is nice, not evil like my laptop. )




(Will finish later, got to do quickpaw's reply and Savannah's reply, oh and Miiro's reply(finally remembered by myself), I'll edit later, but I gtg for now)

[Winry Rockbell]

( its most likley amercan phones xD i dont have to do it with my ipod but i do with my phone..)

[wildfire6]

Damien
He shuddered, not saying anything, but dropping into the scared secound persona and then rambing softly about crosses, burning and his mother. The albino seemed to brighten a bit at the comment on his older sister, like her presence was comforting. He broke into a fit of coughs that racketed his body and closed his eyes, trying to escape.

[Winry Rockbell]

Fay abruptly stopped coighing , hearing damien ramble about crosses and burning ad such. She glanced down at her burned hand, witch se had forgoten to put te glove back on. She took a few paniced puffs of he enhailer, by the fourth one she ran out and threw it across the room to the trashcan, accidentally hitong a nurse ein the head.

[Winry Rockbell]

*gives cpr*LIIVE)

[Midnight Tails]

*gives cpr*LIIVE)

(Argh, sorry! *cries cause feels bad* I have been meaning to put my replies up for a while now, but I have been grounded....Can't do much right now...XD But I'll get my long overdue replies up now... )

[Winry Rockbell]

(horry!!!!!!!*does party dance*)

[Midnight Tails]

((Found it.))

Claudia scrached her neck.
"So. Um... will you both come with me? I just thought about it and it would be easier just to take him to the police station."
She acted as though she had just seen the vial around the girl's neck.
"Oh my! Are you part of that group?! I've heard of them but I've never seen one before!"

And before that:

Claudia turned and spoke, "Sir, I'm putting you under citizens arest for harming this girl."
People began floating away. The issue had been taken care of, and there were more pressing matters for everyone else.
"You're ok, right?" She adressed the girl, "What's your name and what did he do to you?"

((As far as I can tell, thoses were the only recent posts regarding the matter.))

Beaming at the girl she said, “Oh my name’s Nezumiiro, but just call me Miiro, what’s your name?” she said pleasantly, although she appeared completely off guard and friendly, she wasn’t stupid, she could feel in the air, that this girl didn’t like her, both of them had similar intent, they were probably working together, training comes in handy eventually, especially when you’re prone to ‘accidently’ getting people angry.
Nodding she said, “Mhm, I’m ok, he didn’t do anything quite yet, but he was going to, I called out and caused him to hesitate before he could do anything too bad.” She told the girl, still being innocent sort, and seeming relaxed a bit around the girl, she decided that without extensive training, they wouldn’t be able to see through her ruse of pretending the girl was her friend.
“Sure! That guy needs to be brought to justice.” She said, casting a look at the guy then cringing away a bit, half hugging herself like she was anxious about even looking at him.
Raising an eyebrow she said in a slightly cold tone, deciding that keeping up her ruse would be useless from now on she said, “Oh really? Pray do tell what is that around your neck, hm? You know that I know you’re affliated with that guy right? Did you really think I’d be so stupid as to fall for your tricks? Honestly I’ve been chased about ever since I got this, I am good at sensing when someone is lying.” Miiro continued to look at the girl, staring at her, not hostile, but there was a sort of look in her eyes that meant she was giving a warning and a challenge.
Deciding that she’d gotten their full attention she said, “Now, we could pretend that we’re all of the same ‘group’ if you like, but honestly, you guys have been trying to kill me for a while now and I can’t tell which side you’re on, so instantly you’re my enemies, you must understand that.” True that she wasn’t taking her eyes off the two, she was also monitoring her surroundings without actually looking, as she had previously been followed, and it’d do no good for them to team up.

Desmond looked up at the footsteps of the woman who had threatened to kill him. Well, great...
He was already downtrodden due to the weight on his shoulders, but this was just...
Desmond waited for the woman to calm herself slightly, all the while thinking of the best responce. He stretched with his arms behind his head and spoke.
"First, You need him alive as well." He looked to Mark, "He's comming with. To get into the lab, you need one Dream, one Nightmare and one person who has the disease. It was a lock he put in place to hopefuly keep the disease inside. Currently, I think he's the only person well enough to come with. We'll also need a healer and someone to test on. So, Mark fufills two of those."
Reading the psycometric aura coming off the girl, he analysed that she was ready to take murdurous, or torturous, action.
"Also, Mark needs his limbs to get there, as well as to get into the machine. Do you both have your bottles?"
Desmond kept his adrenaline low. He'd need to save his energy... For the traps.
He thought better to say anything about the lab being that of his father.

(Wait…He thought she calmed herself?o.O What is his definition of calming down?! She’s liable to rip their throats out in a few secounds…XD)

Half cackling she said, “Oh? I think he’d be fine dead, you wouldn’t necessarily need them all to be alive, isn’t that right? Also, how do you know so much about this guy eh? Who is he? And how do you even know where it is? I think I know who this ‘he’ is, since it’d have to be someone from the Densenbyou time as well as having to be a sort of scientist, there weren’t that many around at the time, now I can’t say for certain that I can know right off the bat which it is, but you do remind me of a irritating guy, you look a little like him, perhaps you’re related…” Seeing a slight change in the kid’s eyes she smirked.
“I’m right aren’t I? You’re related to the twisted guy who made the Densenbyou, you’ve got a h*** of a reputation to live up to, I wonder if you can out class your old man one day.” This last sentence she whispered menacingly into Desmond’s ear, enjoying how this kid would get so affected by a few mere words.
Waggling a finger she said to him, leaning close into his face, “How do I know that you’re not bluffing about needing him around anyway? You naughty boy, thinking that I’m stupid enough to just simply believe you.” She ‘tsk, tsked’ at him.
Eyes twinkling she asked, “Oh? What a nurse or a doctor sort of healer? Or a theif sort of healer? There are only two trained to be healers, Taylor, whom only recently joined in the past couple of months and….” She paused, wondering if the kid knew this already, who she was, he didn’t seem too bright, but you can never be sure.
“…myself, so I fill two requirements as well, how lucky is that?” she beamed at him brightly, of course Clairna was just toying with him, like how a cat plays with a muse before it eats the poor, defenceless creature.
“Oh and cutting limbs off isn’t all a knife can do, I could give you both a few nice lacerations, you’d still be able to stand, given that you have a strong enough will power, so that wouldn’t be a problem, how about it?” Clairna smiled wolfishly at Desmond, temporarily forgetting her objective, she then remembered and decided she had better stick to the task at hand, and save destroying the boy for later.
Glancing at Mark she noticed he had his, taking it off from around the guy’s neck she said, “Whoops, the nurse’s should’ve taken it off him after he’d been confirmed as a Densenboy case, we don’t want creatures running about causing chaos, when you leave a bottle with a diseased patient, they’re likely to release things, usually it happens without warning, he shouldn’t have this with or even near him right now.” Clairna said, sounding a tiny bit surprised at the hopsital’s stupidity on the whole.
Putting her dagger away and letting Mark drop, now apparently not interested in him, as she was saving killing Desmond for later, so no reason to upset the boy too much now with killing an acquaintance of his, he seemed to be quite the sensitive type, so would be fun to break, to a certain extent. Ones like Alex, Shadow and this kid Mark and many others, they would be more fun to break, being more experienced as well as being stubborn emotional people, their reactions are more entertaining that a soft hearted goody two shoes like this one, Desmond was.
Clairna said, “That’s right, now that’s mentioned, that reminds me, there is a whole train full of dismembered random civilians, that needs to be cleaned up fast, I wonder if those creatures are still playing with people, I think they should’ve dispersed by now, a pity, it’d be hard to get them back again.” The nightmare girl was speaking mostly to herself, but also appeared to be talking to those around her as well.
Turning around she looked at Alex, “Hey, Alex! You should send someone to sort out the train me and Damien arrived on, he went a bit mad and using his nightmare bottle he killed more than fourty people, you should really clean that up before too many get curious, it’d be good to use Shadow’s memory distorting power thing that he has, but unfortunately he’s out of commission, so you’re just going to have to deal with that by yourself. You should hurry up with that or the whole world will soon know about a gruesome train massacre.” Clairna smiled sweetly at Alex, in truth she may have allowed that to happen just to hard press Alex, but if she had, it’d be a subconscious decision, as even if she didn’t want it, her deepest desire was to have chaos run rampant, oh and of course being to protect Damien and be able to be happy together, those were really her only wishes, really she was more of a weapon easily activated more than anything, and weapons only knew destruction.

(Miiro's and another of Clairna's replies, will edit my other post now)