[ ah, look, it's that weird alien girl again. the one with the gray skin, blue lips, and deadly looking metal arm. she seems to be messing with her little communication device, enough to where... aha! there we go. a shot of the bathtub, which seems to be filled to the very brim with water. you won't get a shot of the soaked bathroom floor or anything like that -- just the tub itself, and its contents. you see, inside the tub seems to be a boy. another one of her species that happens to be an inmate just like her. he's submerged completely in the water itself, not once coming up for air. that's slightly concerning.

she doesn't seem fazed. ]

Does anyone know where I could scrounge up some, um -- fish food? He's probably huuuuuuuungry~ Ahahaha!

[Latias isn't tired tonight. Even flying around at full speed for a few hours hasn't tired her out.

She's kind of bored. And misses her brother.

The Pokemon can be found hovering around low to the ground, kind of lazily. She would like someone to talk to...]

[Avoiding people doesn't work when they seem to wander in the most random of places in the prison. It's interesting how empty and yet full the facility is at times. Itachi doesn't care. He's drained and his eyes burn from the overexposure of the Sharingan being active most of the day. He'll have a severe migraine come tomorrow.

He'd thought to remain in doors, but lights are just as aggravating and he'd rather not have Sasuke hovering over his shoulder. So he returned to the park, and found his way to the large tree filled with strong energy. But for some reason it was soothing.

There's wetness and the smell of copper. He reaches up to wipe away the blood that's trickling from his closed eye.]

How inconvenient.

[Leaving Sakamoto to go play hero for the day (really how much trouble could the man cause?), Ashura decided it was best to head to the small store or go to the clinic and get himself some cold medicine - or anything to stop his sneezing. It was rare he got sick, and even rarer that being sick would effect his power. Best to see to that quickly then, wasn't it?

Walking down the street, he could not help but sneeze. Once. Twice. Three time. And again. And each time he sneezed there was a burst of flame somewhere near by. Perhaps it was inches from Ashura. Other times ten or fifteen feet away. He had no control over where that little pop was going to sound.

He just rather hoped he didn't set anything on fire....]

[ooc: So he's walking around and sneezing. When he sneezes, a small burst of flame comes to life and cracks like a fire-cracker. If you want it to burn you, then go for it. If you just want it to sound nearby and scare you, that's cool too. Whatever suits you/would get your character interested if you wanna poke. Have fun.]

[A part of him wanted to be cautious, to not explore this and get to the clinic and have it checked out. He had heard Acumen's statement about it all, but that didn't mitigate the need to find out what was wrong.

And yet.... and yet he was a Gundam. He was finally absolutely one with the Gundam. He might not all its weapons, but this was its body, its armor, its strength. He felt strong, powerful as he danced across the sand in a series of sharp martial movements he had learned as a child and that had staid with him ever since (for those times his gun proved useless). His armor gleamed white and blue-purple in the 'sunlight', body clanking with his movements and landing heavily.

Yeah, he's obvious. And for once he doesn't care. He's a GUNDAM.]