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[GoodNar]

"Alright then. Do you have any interests or talents?"

[Party Poison.]

"Um... I like music. And swimming. And I play the bass." Demyx thinks for a minute. "But I hate thunderstorms." Axel looks at Demyx. "You just hated that one girl.... Arlene, I think." Axel closes her hand around the fire

[GoodNar]

"Arlene, huh?" Gen shakes the thought out of his head. "So what about a sitar, Demyx?"

[brunsmeier]

"Someone should clean that water up." Wash says. The Meta growls, and puts his helmet back on, not sure what was going on.

[Party Poison.]

Saix snorts at North. "Why'd you go crazy earlier? Can't handle your temper?" Demyx thinks for a moment. "Maybe..."

[GoodNar]

Gen grins. "It's Demyx's fault alright. Can't even handle his own abilities."

[brunsmeier]

North glares at Axel. "I can handle my temper just fine." He says, crossing his arms.

"The Meta's temper is about fifty times worse then North's." Wash says, and The Meta just growls at Wash.

[Party Poison.]

"I swear, what ever I did, it's not my fault!" Demyx shouts. Axel rolls her eyes. "Your signature excuse.." Saix glares at Wash. "My temper is ten times worse than Meta's."

[GoodNar]

Gen smiles only a little. "Yeah. I bet Saix goes... Beserk sometimes."

[Ack! Gtg in a few minutes.]

{Okay, Gtg/}

[brunsmeier]

"We all know that." Wash smirks. The Meta sits down, his armor making scraping noises on the wall.