Believe it or not. - OPEN!

[y i n]

He nodded with a slight shrug. "Yeah, she's odd though..." he said with out obvious care in his voice. He shrugged and hung his head, staring at his hand. "It hurts a little..." he muttered with another shrug. He let out a cough and looked back to Tori. Deciding to trust him, he bit his lip and though for a moment. "Well.." he muttered. He turned for his right side to face Tori. He lifted his hand and frowned. "This is the tattoo they give them... They gave me mine on my hip because I had a specific job and place to be..." he whispered and frowned again.

[The March Hare]

Tori

Tori gasped, his hand over his mouth. "Oh my…" He muttered, seeming almost too shocked for words. "Are you ok, Ivan? How could they do this to you?" He seemed horrified, unable to believe that the King and Queen would do something like that. "I mean, I heard stories, but it never really seemed real until now…"

[y i n]

He shivered and shook his head. "I guess I'm fine... But.. The memories.. They just.. Haunt me..." he paused every now and then and sighed. He wasn't proud to even admit, but he felt fine now. Slavery, he'd been a slave for them for 13 years, finally only a year earlier they had released him to the real world. He sighed as he leaned against the wall. "A lot of people try not to talk about it, try to hide the fact they've lost years to them. The stories are true.. Very true..." Ivan muttered and hung his head.

[The March Hare]

Tori

"I'm sorry." Tori murmured, giving the taller boy a hug. "That must have been horrible for you." He shook his head, not really sure what to say. He wanted to make the boy feel better, but he wasn't exactly sure how to. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Cyprian

Cyprian quickly fell back to sleep, not really having anything else to do.

[y i n]

He hugged him back, blushing while doing do and trying not to frown again. "It's fine..." Ivan muttered and placed a hand on Tori's shoulder. "I don't think theirs anything to do..." he muttered and sighed, staring down, trying to not think about the horrible place, how they'd always torture everyone. "But uh... What'd you say about practicing our powers again?" he asked obviously trying to change subject.

[Pirate Spawn]

((What should we do now?))

[The March Hare]

Tori

"Oh, sure. Just this way." Tori murmured, letting go of Ivan and starting back down the hall. He understood the sudden change of subject quite well. Everyone had painful memories that they wouldn't talk about, including Tori himself. It was pretty common, and Tori knew it would only be painful for Ivan to talk about. "We can practice in here." He chirped, pushing open another door. Inside was a large, empty room made specially for combat practice. Weapons of every kind lined the walls, all with razor sharps blades and gleaming silver handles.

{I don't know. Uh, maybe they could escape and meet October and Jirachi?}

[y i n]

Ivan wasn't really one to talk about his past, only that it was full of hate, crulety and tattoo's. He sighed as he followed him, pulling the dog behind. "Is their any where to tie these guy's up?" he muttered after they arrived to the training room. "Wow...." he muttered after taking a good look around. "This place... Is amazing.. I love the weapons." he announced and smirked. "Hasha" he said and turned to the Cerberus, watching it sit down. "Keeisheh." he muttered and placed a hand on it's nose. "Hike!" he added and smirked as the Cerberus barked. "Never mind. They can stay right their." Ivan huffed and turnned back to Tori. "So, what shall we practice on first?" he asked. Taking another look around, taking the beautiful sight of all the weapons on.

[The March Hare]

Tori

Tori shrugged, not all that impressed with the weapons. "They're just for practice. Me and my friends often use this place for combat." He glanced around, trying to decide what to do first. "Well, I guess it's up to you. What do you want to do first? I'm fine with whatever." {Writer's block, sorry.}

[y i n]

OoC:://
It's fine =}
BIC:://
He smiled and shrugged. "How about I try to make a guard dog, and you try to slay it? I mean if I can make it..." he said with a slight bit of aggravation in his voice. "But, if you want to do something else, we can?"