[OOC:backdated]
Characters: Muraki, Xion
Location: Just outside the shelter
Time: Just after nightfall
Warnings: Muraki getting what he wants.
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[After hours of wandering around, not knowing what to do or where to go, Kyouya found himself in the library, hoping to find something to entertain him.

He begins to grow tired (caused by the fact that he was taken in the middle of his sleep) and his stomach begins to growl. He has no idea where to eat and even less of an idea on where he's supposed to sleep.

It doesn't take long for him to be hit with the memory of his unwilling trip to a commoners mall.]

I'm going to kill Tamaki for starting that stupid club. If it wasn't for that idiot half of those "crimes" would have never been committed!!

[Despite what he says he's never wished for Haruhi to be around more so she could save him again.]

[ It's getting late. However, something is different today - Shirley can't sleep. Too much has happened - no, too much good has happened in the past forty-eight hours, after all. It'd be a shame to let this day end just yet, right...?

So, instead, Shirley sits on the common room's couch, Lulu sitting regally in her lap. She leans back, letting her eyes go towards the ceiling, and continues to run two fingers down the contented dragonet's back. She closes her eyes, a soft smile making its way onto her face.

What a wonderful chance she's been given here. ]

[For the last couple of hours Zero had spent his time locked in his room with his brother, in an attempt to block out the scent that permeated the entire dome. He'd never had to deal with this before. It had been bad enough smelling Kuran's blood and knowing who had been the one to take the bite. That had just verified everything he'd ever known about Yuuki, a blow to his heart and ego. Nothing new, he'd been dealing with that since the day he'd walked into their life. He'd just been the weapon they'd needed. He was the outsider.]

[This was different. He had difficulty managing his blood lust nightly to begin with. The scent of her surrounding the facility and knowing what it was from. He'd had three packages of blood tablets when he'd started the evening. He was going to need to get more before morning came and that meant actually going out and dealing with the scent to get them.]

Fuck, I hate this place.

[He slammed the door behind him as he left to head to the store to restock his medication. He was certain he looked like shit and didn't really care. He had no shoes and no shirt, just a pair of sweats.]

( OOC )

[After the Exorcists left the library, Komui sets about trying to find Gino. To his credit, he's only looking for a few minutes before he realizes that he has no idea what the guy looks like.]

Private to Gino

Excuse me, Gino Weinberg? I was wondering if you have a moment to speak to me about the Defense Force.

[Just because Teito is asleep means little to the Eye.  It makes certain that its master as well as that important human are both very much asleep before stirring of its own accord. Teito is happy and content... Of which Mikhail is truly grateful for. It really does only want what is best for Teito. However, that doesn't mean it is satisfied with only being at partial power. With the collar gone, the Eye should be able to reach its maximum capacity.

This doesn't seem to be the case. Not only is Teito's Zaiphon considerably weaker, but so is the Eye of Mikhail. How can it follow its master's desires as well as protect the boy if not functioning properly? As soon as it is in control, the Eye makes its way back to that training area Teito had encountered earlier in the day. It's testing its limits. Illusions. Attacks. Manipulation. Anything. A frown mars the boy's features, eyes still red like scarlet.]

How cumbersome... Free of that accursed collar and yet still restrained. I tire of this nonsense.

[After leaving Riku--oh, parting is such sweet sorrow--Axel heads in the direction of the nearest park. Splitting up really isn't a problem for the redhead; he likes to think that he's capable of taking care of himself. Not sure if he can trust that Riku will be all right fending for himself, but, hmph, the guy's running on impatience, determination, and Mountain Dew.

He'll be fine.

The question now stands: Will Axel?]

Here we go.

( I wish I never had taken this dare // I wasn't quite prepared // Doll me up in my bad luck // I'll meet you there )

((ooc: takes place after this thread))