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Noah nodded and walked inside. it looked even better inside. Noah's bedroom was a basement. it was a cool room full of his sketches and his guitar. But he preferred at least a window. He didn't have much furniture but made use with what he had. He cooked diner for his step father and drunk mother. He also cleans. Noah like his house but has to clean everything and all the time because they always trash it. He gets yelled at by his step father and even hit. The only thing Noah can't handle is his sketches and drawings. He yelled for three hours just to get permission to lock his door. He didn't want them walking in his room and ripping the sketches when they got mad or stealing his guitar. Those were his life "Nice house" he said waiting for her to show him around.

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Anastasie escorted Noah in, and said, Right this way please. Um. What we are about to go in is the dining room and kitchen. They are pretty big, I know. I don't really like it, though. I am not the biggest fan of big houses. Anastasie shrugged. She walked into the dining room and kitchen, and twirled around slowly with her arms outstretched. Thanks, by the way. We will be going to the living room, then the upstairs to my brother's room. Okay?

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~{{ May I join? c; I think this roleplay is cool. ^^ Oh, and hiya anastasia1379! ;D

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{{Hey, there Rainbow Sweets! }}

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~{{ Hey! c; Do you know if they are still accepting? ^^ I want to make a male and female being twins or brother and sister. ;3

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{{Yeah, they are accepting. Go ask on the discussion thread. Here is the link: viewtopic.php?f=85&t=2142241 }}

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location: church;; mood: distraught;; tagged: none;; power: none... for now;;

The flaming tiny light flickered against a gust of breeze, illuminating in his dark irises. He was behind the church, a tall and stout building with white-washed walls, and over the chain-fence. A dog barked in the distance, and although he paid no mind, it continued to ring in his ears. Along with the same thoughts of Drew and Scarlet. Of what Marjorie had been suggesting. Of course it was imminent; that he would do what he had to. Although he knew more about brotherhood and loyalty than most of the kids here ever would—due to being institutionalized to St. Claire’s, that was—what their brotherhood meant was no more honest than the bloodshed to come. It was going to be simple, really: Drew and Mars both knew what was coming, even if Drew didn’t want to see it.
But Drew also saw something else in their so-called alliance. Oh, yes, he saw it, and he was terrified of it—that he needed Mars because Mars was the only power he had. That was, for now. And when Mars decided he didn’t need Drew… well, it was only a matter of time until that came upon them.
The translucent green-bottles shown through with a clear liquid, a strong-scented puddle that provided twine to run up from and out of the lip. It was part of the plan, after all. And when you had the plan figured out from the very start, it wasn’t hard to imagine what was about to unfold.
Mars gazed coolly at the flame before lighting the twine. Almost instantly it broke out in a burst of flame, and he stood, grabbed the two bottles, and stood back. Staring at the church, he could hear faint whispers of prayer inside. And perhaps, if he wasn’t in the position that he was in, he’d be in there; after-all, he wasn’t ignorant enough to not believe.
He spun the bottle in his hand, weighing his options. But in the back of his mind, he knew. He knew that things had to be done. So, grimacing, he threw the bottles, and watched in a subdued gaze as windows shattered, and glass fell off in bits. And inside, he could begin to hear the coughing—and then a scream. Of course they’d be running to the door now: but they wouldn’t be able to get out. Just as Drew had planned.
Mars looked down, calmly wiping his hands free of imaginary sediments, all while feeling the intense loathing. Then he turned and left.

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location: town hall;; mood: tom cruise;; tagged: quinn & kevin;; power: vibes & two bar.

Hannah-Nora beamed happily, revealing a short line of crooked and gnarly teeth set on swollen gums. “Good!” cried she. “Now onward!” Through the whole journey there, she ripped through his hair, grabbed his face, once accidently shoving her thumb into his nostril (a very uncouth position, much assured), and several times cursed loudly at him—a surprising ring for a child her age, though standing for nothing when it came to her other vocabulary—and, on several occasions, grapping his butt. She found she had great skill for the latter part, because although Kevin was most dreamy, something intrigued her about Quinn. Despite he was another wanna-be Neil Holly or whatever his name was. Then again, as she craned her neck to peer back at the skate-boarder, she realized it was those dark and misty eyes that caught her attention… she sighed dreamily, and realized once again that she would never know which one was the best for her.
The Jamaican-Indian child clutched his nose and shrieked as she pulled him to an ear-binding halt. Lucy was beginning to tangle her way into his pants, and from her position, she could peek down and get a good view. “No more, horsey!” she stopped, letting him go, and sliding off his back. Stomping her shoes to make sure the lights still worked—as she had continuously kicked Quinn in the back to ensure there were still lights glowing—she eyed a group in the distance. The only people she could guess as Drew, Scarlet, some other chick clearly with a ridiculous rack that could not be real. As for the scary boy she identified as Mars and gave her an eerie challenge every time she thought of him with his dark demeanor, she saw no sign of him.
The four-foot girl ducked behind a bush, small enough for her… and feeling super sneaky, she turned to glare at her companions. “Wha are ya doin’, mon!?” She angrily gestured to her two empty sides where they should as well be stalking the prey. She shook her head and turned to peer through the green leaves of the bush. “Alright. So. I’ll take da mon.” The tomboy rolled up her sleeves, revealing her twitchy desire itching at her for a fight. “Any question? Good. Let go, mon.” And before anybody could stop her, Hannah-Nora grabbed Lucy, slung her around her neck, did one of those cool Tom Cruise duck-and-rolls to get to the other bush five feet away… but found herself without any propelling force and lying on her back, feeling a funny bump rise on her head. She screeched, a high tone of concern, and quickly scrambled on skinned knee-tops to the nearby bush.

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location: town;; mood: anxious;; tagged: jessi, karsten and jared;; power: none.

Cassie could feel doubt ebbing in. This boy, most definitely lumbering and—currently—snoozing his sniffer off, his face hung half open, was of no harm to them. Despite his insane acts of chucking a $400.00 camera at her head (the very camera that burdened all of her pitiful acting, all of her obscene jokes, all of her comedy reinforced by Dylan O’Brien and Captain Sparklez) and screaming in a foreign language in what she was pretty sure could only be a formal hello, he was perfectly innocuous. Except the dog, that was.
Now, bent, panting, with sweat breaking out across her forehead—and, grumpily, realizing black heads would also sprout there like jelly beans from a hairy belly button—she glanced nervously at the dog. “Nice mutt-face,” she murmured. “Nice doggie.” She glanced down at Karsten’s unconscious face and wistfully grimaced: it wasn’t her fault that he had to make her kidnap him. That was the plan now—to kidnap this teenage boy. Why? Well. The better question: Why not? The more and more she thought about just leaving this poor boy in the street, the more she came to realize it was only her civil duty as a follower of Christ and Zaba the Monkey to help this boy. Even if it was with duct tape.
The Youtuber swiped her clammy palms across her jeans, a nervous tic she had developed with the skittish sarcasm as a comedian. “Come on, does it look like we can wait all day?” She stood to shield her eyes against the sun, dropping Karsten’s head to bounce in an oily puddle on the pavement. Jessi was apparently slow when it came to driving… “Dead-head here weighs a ton and is making my ostraconophobia act up again, and I’m afraid of accidentally sweating on the poor guy!” Everybody who had ever met Cassie would, eventually, realize and forever remember that when the girl sweated, it saturated the whole country. She bit her lip, looking uneasily down at his body. Then her brows shot up. “Oh my gosh, I think… I think Jesus is going to send me to Hell.” She looked up, blinking blankly at Jared, who stood utterly shell-shocked. “I mean, at least I have a realistic sense of my meaning here on Earth… away from the Muffle-Mindlees back from Planet 497621 who shipped me here in the first place.” Another part of the Youtuber act as Shaye Pingpong, from Planet 497621.
The blonde anxiously looked up and gave Jared a twitchy smile. “It’s a bad time to mention I think I just broke his neck, huh? I mean… I think we could set it. If we had a board… but that sounds like it’s too tedious, and I’m tired of hard things. So! Does anybody have any shovels?”

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Ƨиɛακ Ƥɛɛκƨ ~

иαмɛ;; Kidd Freeman
иιcκиαмɛ;; She does not mind any nickname as long as it is sweet and not sour, she likes to be called ~ Kido or Minnie, because she thinks Kidd is more of a boy name
ɢɛи∂ɛя;; Female ~>
вιятн∂αтɛ;; Fourteen ~ May 10th, 1999
αccɛитƨ;; Has a Irish accent, most people mistaken her to be British
ρσωɛя;; Can produce sonic waves, like for example ~ Can clap hands and make almost a earthquake or cause them to flew across from the ground or do a sonic scream and hurt someone's ear drums or cause them to flew away, She is good at gymnastics, since she was a acrobat in the circus. She likes to play around and play games when she is fighting and finds it fun, mostly everything she finds fun
ℓαиɢʋαɢɛƨ ƨρσκɛи;; English and no other language

♥ βɛαʋтʏ σи тнɛ Ѳʋтƨι∂ɛ <3

нαιя cσℓσя;; Naturally dirty bleach blonde but dyed in pink and purple highlights, just for the fun of it
ɛʏɛƨ;; Pale blue, looks like a silver color in the light
ƨκιи тσиɛ;; Very pale based on her culture of being Irish
ƨcαяƨ / вιятнмαяκƨ;; Has a heart shaped beauty mark on her shoulder by the back of her neck
ωɛιɢнт;; About 100 pounds due to her being skinny and light and being short
нɛιɢнт;; She is short for her age, most people think she is younger do to her personality ~ 4.1
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ;; Has no piercings and has a 'tattoo' on her ankle as a couple of bubbles that are the colors of her hair, with white and baby pale blue, light purplead peach color ~ It is washable

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_Ɖιɢɢιиɢ Ɖɛɛρɛя_

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ;; [i]She is very hyper and goofy and always has a big grin on her face, she is brave and when she makes a promise she does whatever it takes to keep it. She loves a good laugh and is very shy at first, she can have a temper and can be dimwitted at times so intellectual stuff can confuse her. She will risk her life for anyone, she is very jokeful and plays around a lot. She is clumsy and regrets a lot of decisions she makes because she acts before she thinks. She daydreams a lot and can come easily distracted by a lot of things and loves to have fun no matter the situation
нιƨтσяʏ;; Her twin brother is completely opposite of herself, her family and other people were in a caraway circus so they traveled different towns and countries and places. They were very famous in fact. They would have extreme fun but her brother would be smarty pants in the terms of Kidd to her, about it. Her family was loving but her parents would not spend all their time with them. Mostly practicing on the acts as Kidd adventures and makes her brother tag along
иαтισиαℓιтʏ;; Ireland
ʝσв;; None... not unless the circus did count
ғɛαяƨ;; Bugs| |Dark| |Blindness| |Fire| |Never seeing her family again| |Nightmares
ρяιʓɛ∂ ρσƨƨɛƨƨισиƨ;; Her bracelet that are full of different colorful charms from all around the world, that her family traveled and her brother
∂ιƨαвιℓιтιɛƨ;; She needs glasses / contacts, due to a act that she was preforming

˩σʌɛ мɛ, σя ˩σʌɛ мɛ иσт?

ƨɛxʋαℓιтʏ;; Straight ---
cяʋƨн;; None - whats so ever
вσʏғяιɛи∂;; Nope in her dreams
нʋƨвαи∂;; NO! Heh, no
cнιℓ∂ɛяи;; NOpey, none, she is a child herself
ℓικɛƨ;; Music| |Parties| |Fun| |Carnival food| |TV dinners| |Being lazy| |Hanging out| |Friends| |Toys| |Stuff animals| |Goofing off| |Laughter
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ;; Fancy stuff| |Serious people| |Crying/Angry| |Being made fun of| |Reading| |Boredom
σтнɛя;; Townies

Ƨиɛακ Ƥɛɛκƨ ~

иαмɛ;; Miles Freeman
иιcκиαмɛ;; Likes to be called Miles but his twin sister calls him Smiles it sort of annoys him but does not mind
ɢɛи∂ɛя;; Male ->
вιятн∂αтɛ;; Fourteen - May 10th, 1999
αccɛитƨ;; Has a Irish accent, but tries to hide it
ρσωɛя;; Powerless, but since he grew up in the circus he is good at acrobats same as his sister
ℓαиɢʋαɢɛƨ ƨρσκɛи;; English and no other language

♥ βɛαʋтʏ σи тнɛ Ѳʋтƨι∂ɛ <3

нαιя cσℓσя;; Naturally dirty bleach blonde
ɛʏɛƨ;; Pale blue, looks like a silver color in the light
ƨκιи тσиɛ;; Pale based on his culture of being Irish
ƨcαяƨ / вιятнмαяκƨ;; None -
ωɛιɢнт;; About 115 pounds very light do to him being tall and muscular
нɛιɢнт;; He is not short for his age actually taller then his twin sister - 4.6
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ;; Has no piercing or tattoos. Way too young nor does he want a piercing maybe a tattoo when he is old enough thou

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ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ;; [i]He is mature for his age, and does not like hyperness but his twin is. He loves his sister and will do anything for her, and knows he needs her because when he is all frowny she always makes him smile... most of the time. The siblings do not fight a lot but can get along, they do disagree on who was born fist a lot. He thinks you need to think before you act but it is way opposite for her sis. He gets along with people well, mostly because of his twin. But is arkward and very smart and can come off rude or sarcastic sometimes
нιƨтσяʏ;; His twin sister is completely opposite of himself, his family and other people were in a caraway circus so they traveled different towns and countries and places. They were very famous in fact. They would have fun most of the time and get in lots of trouble due to his twin sister. But still loves her for her adventurous attitude. She is CRAZY those when it comes to parties which he has to calm her down. His family was loving but his parents would not spend all their time with them. Mostly practicing on the acts as Kidd drags him along the way
иαтισиαℓιтʏ;; Ireland
ʝσв;; None... not unless the circus did count
ғɛαяƨ;; Nothing, BIG fat lie. He is afraid of mostly everything that might struck his twins curiosity
ρяιʓɛ∂ ρσƨƨɛƨƨισиƨ;; His twin sister
∂ιƨαвιℓιтιɛƨ;; None -

˩σʌɛ мɛ, σя ˩σʌɛ мɛ иσт?

ƨɛxʋαℓιтʏ;; Straight ---
cяʋƨн;; None - whats so ever
girlғяιɛи∂;; Nope
wife;; NO! Heh, no, no, no
cнιℓ∂ɛяи;; NOpey, none, zip zap
ℓικɛƨ;; Smarty pants| |Fun| |Carnival food| |TV dinners| |Being lazy| |His sister| |Friends| |Books
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ;; Music| |Parties| |Death| |Reading| |Hyperness| |Much more
σтнɛя;; Townies

Ɩ ƉѲ ИѲƬ ѲƜИ ~ picture
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age;; sixteen
mood;; in distress, great pain, angry, confused
crush;; none
enemy;; none
where;; in town, underneath a tree, near a grocery store
power;; Psionic Blast, isn't in use.
tagged;; cassie
affiliation;; townie

ooc;; I'm so sorry Karsten. I let this happen to you, my dear boy :c

Lᴏʀᴅ ᴀʟʟ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪs I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ.
I ᴡɪsʜ I ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀs sᴛᴏɴᴇ,
ᴛʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.
I ᴡɪsʜ I ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ,
ᴛʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ..
~Cold as Stone, Lady Antebellum.

German-Orange
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Karsten's flashed open at the sudden pain. He started swearing and shouting in German, the girl hovering above him. He then noticed, he couldn't move, not a muscle. The pain pierced down his spine and back up again, making him cringe and groan. Karsten had a tingling feeling in his arms, like they were going numb. This happened to his mother a long time ago, when she fractured her neck from an accident with Bullenbeisser, her arms and hands went numb at time; she was partly paralyzed and she didn't know that her neck was fractured until she went to the hospital from sudden stings of pain in the morning. But Karsten, his neck was fractured, but to the point that his brain is basically making sure that he doesn't move to make it worse. It's almost all the way through, but not quite.

Bullenbeisser hissed and growled at the girl, nipping and ramming into her behind her knees, making her collapse. He was a smart little man, with his pointed ears, and most pointy teeth. His teeth flared as he jumped on top of her, but didn't dare to nip, not even get close to her neck at all. He instead nipped at her shirt, his skilled talent of grabbing an stealing things to shreds at it's best. He started at the bottom, growling ferociously as if asking Karsten if he should 'accidentally' grab hold of her leg. No no, the animal wouldn't dare without his master's consent. Karsten had taught Bullenbeisser a sign that meant attack, but not a word. He couldn't move though, and the animal pitifully was tearing apart her shirt, one inch at a time. Karsten laid there, now at the point of yelling in distress. "Was passiert mit mir, Sie Cannibal? Warum sollte man nicht einfach auseinander reißen mich jetzt? Nur kriegen und lass mich sterben!" {"What happened to me you cannibal? Why should you not just tear me apart now? Just get it over with and let me die!"} Karsten squeaked at the Youtuber maybe a bit over-dramatically.

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Twenty eight days.
Six hours.
Forty two minutes.
Twelve seconds.
That is when the world will end.

tagged → hannah-nora, quinn.
feeling → playful, worried.
where → town.
power → electricity manipulation.
bars → three.
crush → none.

Of course now, Kevin had a little girl staring up at him like a maniac. He figure she probably was insane, kuku in the head, totally bonkers, she had at least a few screws loose up in that little head of hers and it was plainly obvious by the glint in her eyes. A glint Kevin knew all too well from his own years as a child. Although his little brother, more mature than he had always seemed to keep in check before he did something too outrageous. His eyes widened and he backed up a step at the aggressive way she handed her python, and he cringed. Ouch, that poor serpent.
Then she was staring up at the two, Kevin now having shrug over to Quinn’s side. “Save me, she’s going to kill us,” he whispered into the other boy’s ear, keeping careful to refrain from touching him. However, the fact that he was literally humming with electricity slipped his mind. Again orders were being shouted, and again Kevin was standing still and quiet, unsure what to do. The ashes of the burnt cigarette pack drifted away on the breeze and as he watched the ashes drift lazily in the air Quinn was violently attacked by the girl. Now she clung to his back, hands buried in his hair and kicking him as if he were a horse. Yep, she was definitely insane.
Quinn had sounded as if he was up for an expedition, at least up until the point of Hannah-Nora leaping on him. And despite his best efforts, seemed unable to dislodge the girl from his back. Kevin snorted, almost doubling over in his fit of laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes, he straightened up. Obviously they weren’t going to beat this kid by, well being grown-up so it was time unleash the inner child. “Sir! Yes Sir!” He roared in his best soldiers voice, saluting the girl. “Men to your battle stations! The enemy is coming in hot and I need you looking sharp!”
He slammed his skateboard on the pavement, plucking up the little girl’s board as he rolled past it. “Front and center! We’re the elite group gang, the special ops, be sharp and on the look out an-” He never finished on account of his wheel lodging on a small rock sending him head over heels toppling to the ground. “I’ve been hit!” He wailed. “Everyone duck and cover, it’s an ambush! Oh lord have mercy on my poor, poor soul!” He rolled on the ground, dramatically clutching his left shoulder.
He was on his feet quickly thought, a huge grin splitting his pale face. Hanna-Nora had dismounted Quinn, stomping the ground rigorously as she did so. Then she was back to barking at them and Kevin skated towards her, whacking her lightly with her own skateboard. He teased her, anime style of course, pulling one eyelid down and sticking his tongue out at her before skating away again. Ah how he’d missed being so careless and childish. The little girl bolted, grabbing the board from Kevin and he was careful to make sure she didn’t touch him and that no electricity spread through the board to her. He was successful for the most part, although a little jolt ran through and connected with the girl, but it could have been passed off as static electricity.
Then she was off and – laying on the ground. Just like that, boom. Her head thudded off the pavement and Kevin’s grin dropped almost instantly, but she recovered fast and disappeared into the bushes. He grimaced and considered going after her, but he didn’t want to risk being tackled by her. Electrocuting a ten year old was the last thing on his to-do list. “You, uh, you wanna help her?” His voice was concerned, and also cautious, but he’d never been good at comforting people anyways, he just knew how to be a clown and cause chaos.
But then again, this was definitely chaos.

↠ Adam . Justice . Darko ↞

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Living in a fantasy but it's way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I've been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home...well

tagged → evers.
feeling → conflicted.
where → town.
power → unknown.
bars → unknown.
crush → none.

Adam cast shadowed eyes to the boy standing on the roof of a car next to him, then averted his eyes back to scanning the town. In just a few hours it seemed to have fallen into total anarchy. His brother was sure to be all over this, being the little self-proclaimed anarchist that he was. He rolled his eyes at the thought and shook his head slightly. His brother never ceased to amaze him, of course Adam was the younger twin by about three minutes and it was something Kevin never let him forget. He shook his head again to jolt himself out of his thoughts, why was he even thinking about Kevin right now anyways? It wasn’t like he needed him or cared about him or anything.
A light Texan accent broke through his thoughts as they started to sour and he again shifted his attention to Evers, not really looking at him, but listening. His music has long since been shut off and stuffed into one of the pockets of his black cargo jacket. The word “C’mon” hung in the air for a second before he jumped off the car after the other boy, his combat boots making a similar thud as they hit the pavement.
He started after the boy, but hesitated. Why was he still with this weirdo anyways? He’d only needed the car to get to town, but, what was his purpose here? His dark eyes glazed over in a confused daze and he stood stock still, tossing thoughts back and forth through the forefront of his mind. He supposed he could always just knock this kid out or ditch if things turned sour.
Startling out of his reverie he lengthened his stride, quickly catching up to the other dark-haired boy and slowed again, walking a few feet to his left. Evers seemed to be taking a direction towards a person who had departed from Drew’s group. Mars, yet another person Adam hated with passion. Although there was no shortage of those. “What do you want with him?” He finally asked a few moments after Mars had vanished from their line of sight. “All he’s going to do is try to pick a fight, he isn’t as...diplomatic, shall we say, as Drew.” He wasn't defending Drew by any means, he hated him just as much as everyone else. Perhaps Evers had been talking whilst he had been lost in thought and he had missed something, an explanation. It was probable, no doubt. But still, Adam didn’t particularly want to go talk to that psycho, not that he himself was completely sane either.
As they reached the place where Mars had disappeared there was a violent explosion that reverberated through the alley. The sound of shattering glass hit Adam’s ears and he raised a questioning eyebrow and shook his head, not at all surprised. “Loco,” he muttered under his breath harshly then raised his voice, “should we go...investigate?”