Fantasy Soul Secrets

[chompie]

His mouth wouldn’t shut the fuck up.


Guy’s mouth was clenched and open into a sharp frown, showing off a line of whiteand shiny shark like teeth. As he stepped over nature’s emerald carpet, his footsteps left a burst of cold air and a foot shaped patch of hardened, ice covered blades of white. If stepped upon once more, they would break like glass under the force. He was looking around with his tiny pupils, his eyes vaguely bloodshot from slight exhaustion, and was breathing heavily through his closed mouth. His hands hung loosely around his hips, fingernails sharp and picked every so often for it’s dirt.The cyan eyed mustered an snort, shaking his head a little and closing the gap between his lips. A thin line of blood ran down the corner of his mouth from chewing so profusely on his tongue and his hair was sticking out in many directions.


Guy was ducking amongst the branches of the trees that happened to hang lower than others above his head. He needed some sleep soon, but he wasn’t close to reaching his mini safe house just yet, so he might have to sleep in the woods again. Not really a problem for him, since everything that nears him freezes or runs away. Reaching into his ragged pocket, he pulled out a freezing cold phone ridden with frost. Guy gazed at it for a moment, but realizing he had no friends to contact made him shove it back into his butt pocket. He needed some humans to get along with. A clawed hand patted at his pocket for his weapons, but remembered, he stashed them somewhere in the forest right? Near a flower he freezed. He soon heard a crunch and paused, his head lowering to peer at his foot. Lifting it to the side, he noticed a smashed and broken ice flower.


Guy lazily dipped down, picking up the frost and icicle ridden pair of hand claws. He held them in one hand and continued on his stroll. Though, now, he heard something different. His normally hung head perked up, his eyebrows raised as would a dog’s if it heard a squeaky toy. If he was correct… Yes. He immediately got onto his knees, ripping of his muzzle and laid face down, rolling into the nearest bush he spotted before spying through there. Human… HumanHuman...huMANHUMANHUMANHUMAN. He trembled with excitement, letting out a small grunt. It had a small body, feminine and all that, with a waterfall of golden hair. How beautiful, he wanted to reach out and touch it. Nothing like his unwashed, short spiky dark hair. He breathed raggedly, his muzzle muffled some of the overly anxious breaths. Friend… Right?


Guy’s shoulder fell and his expression didn’t change as he realized the mysterious beauty was upset. Why? He was so curious and he wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about his new friend. He quietly crawled past the brush and steadily got closer to the unsuspecting Chantal, his face down and his moving his body to shove himself forward. [Like a long caterpillar, but like really quickly at god speed] As soon as his head touched his ankle, his face- with some dirt plastered onto it- turned up to face her with an almost innocent facial expression. He immediately shot up and yanked her into the air, hugging her tight with a crazed mewl and shaking her about violently. He’s been so lonely… Guy didn’t notice that he was making her very very cold, but not freezing her just yet. He grabbed both of her wrists and created a small tight ringlet of ice around them, holding them together.


He would slapped the muzzle onto her, which sagged and was too big for her, so would do nothing for her screams. Guy didn’t give a shit though. He made a ringlet around her anklets, violently hanging her over his bony shoulder. Guy began walking in the opposite direction, scanning for a nice place to sit her down. Noticing a thick tree after walking for a few, he makes a circle of ice and sits her on it, crouching in front of her and pulling out his phone. Ignoring her for a while, he quickly punched in something and showed her the screen. ‘Hello, fellow soul. I am Zen. What is your name?’

 

[Neokix]

Jikan looked down at the girl who harbored so much attitude due to her shitty feeling. Even though they had been near one another the past few days, she seemed to want him to leave more and more each day. "Mollie, you're a bitch sometimes." He said, placing the soup on the coffee table that shouldn't be too far from the couch. "If that's all you need then I shall take my leave." He walked right into the kitchen, looking around the place for the largest container he could find. Instead he managed to find a decently sized bucket. While he heard her moans and groans of whatever she felt, he began filling the bucket with cold water. Once the bucket was filled, he began to pour several ice trays into the bucket, allowing for it to cool the water further.


After a good while of waiting, Jikan let out a satisfied sigh. He picked up the bucket and went back to where Mollie was, which she was still lying sick on the couch. He turned the bucket over and dropped the bucket of iced water over her. It obviously splashed on him as well, but he didn't care about it much. "Now now Mollie, you should learn to cool off~" He said, chuckling slightly as he waited for her to react.

 

[Turtlyturt]

Mollie laid there in her own rest, comfy as fuck almost into the deepest sleep she'd had in weeks. She was inhaling a large amount of air when suddenly her body jerked awake to the feeling of the arctic spreading over her face. and torso. Her mouth had been wide open and water had been poured directly into it. She felt as if she was being waterborded. With her body jerking she sat straight up and spit out as much water as she could, coughing the rest down. She began crying, the warm tears stinging her cheeks as they hit the cold spots. She stood up, shaking her head and using her hands to move tears and water from her face. "Jikan." She called out softly, looking up at him with her tear filled, sickly maroon eyes. "Why would you do that?" For once she didn't have that obnoxious loud tone, instead it was soft and sad. She shook her head and pulled the now tight shirt from her body, she was now sobbing a bit harder than before. She looked over at the now wet couch and floor.


With her sad eyes she looked back up at Jikan and gazed into his eyes, with sadness in hers. With the now distraction and making sure he felt bad she used her own ability to cause a great deal of pain into the right side of his head. She imagined something like a full metal baseball bat hitting the side of it from barely five feet away, full force, by a pro-player. "Fuck you, Jikan." She was barely focusing for a minute before the pain would come, and she would stop looking at him, back away turn around, and slowly and dizzily walk back to her room.

 

[decomposition]

While walking through the woods, Chantal didn't care of what direction she was heading for she just wanted to be far away from Cameron as possible. There was so many other things she wanted to say and express toward the other soul but even getting mad – yelling even – was completely out of her character. Maybe if he had told her he was going to smoke, she would've went with him to offer support even thought she hated the thought of him smoking that crap, but in reality, Cameron was free to do that he wanted.


She didn't know, her thoughts were all over the place and clouded by anger. Chantal continued her unknowingly trail but as soon as she heard rustling coming from the bushes, she slowed her pace. It couldn't have been the other pink soul, that was for sure. Just then, a man appeared in front of her out of nowhere and wrapped his arms around her, yanking her up into in air and shook her as if she was a doll.


Dumbfounded and in slight shock, it was merely a few seconds before ice formed around her wrists and bondedthem together, with a muzzle placed forcefully on her soon after. She blinked and ice was then formed around her ankles and the combination prevented her to make any sort of movement. Snapping back into reality, a gasp finally escaped her mouth as she tried to struggle against the newfound restraints but was lifted up; only to thrown this person's shoulder.


“What the fuck? Put me down!” she cried but the muzzle muffling her a bit, and if on cue, her body was settled on a circular form of ice. Chantal watched him crouch before her as the feeling of fear washed over her and pull out his phone. Great, was this going to be something twisted? She was about to try and scream but the mysterious male shoved the phone into her face, urging her to look at whatever was on the screen.


Her eyes switched back and forth between him and the cellular device, settling on the device after a few looks. With a shaky sigh, Chantal read the message. Zen? An eyebrow rose. Obviously he was a soul, but was he good or bad? Restraining her in ice was definitely not making any good impressions. So, she shook simply shook her head. “Chantal.” God, she was an idiot. Why would she say her name to this random stranger?

 

[Neokix]

Jikan put the bucket aside, glancing at her while she seemed to act far different from how he expected. "You know exactly why I did that." He said, his eyes staring into her teary eyed ones. "Not once since I've been here, have you ever acted like you used to." Jikan let out a faint sigh waiting for her attitude to shift back into her raged induced state. And surely enough as he predicted she seemed to release all her anger out on him. In a matter of seconds, he felt immense pain from the side of his head that wasn't injured at the time. His right eye winced at the increasing pain in his skull. His right hand raised to his head in normal human reaction when they feel incredible pain.


The vision in Jikan's right eye began to blur, the man's teeth gritted against one another in an attempt to keep her from gaining the satisfaction of making him scream or shout in pain. He struggled to keep himself standing, the pale continued to worsen until she had stopped concentrating on causing him great pain. At that point he was still in a great deal of pain, but he managed to stumble outside of the house. Eventually he got himself to sit down against the house, the main still pulsed through his head as he attempted to just let the pain go away on its own.

 

[chompie]

Zen was clearly delighted by her huffs, shaking of head and disapproving reply nonetheless, giving her an .... Interesting toothy grin and closing his eyes. He gave a little tilt to his head. She was a pink soul. He wasn't sure what the think about that, but she looked pretty nice and didn't try to attack her like other previous captured 'friends'. That didn't go down to well. He 'chuckled' nervously, but his shoulders just danced and his mouth moved as if he was laughing... But no sound of laughter was heard. Once he stopped 'laughing happily' he got back to work.


Suddenly his head ducked down to look at his screen, gingerly but swiftly punching in the frozen cool looking anime flip phone that doesn't look like it came from 2004. He paused a bit, digging his shark teeth into his now bleeding lower lip. Beads of crimson beaded on his lip, however, he didn't seem to care. Zen deleted what he was saying, 'Uhh... So. How about this weather?'. He reached back a clawed hand to his neck and scratched. He furrowed his eyebrows.


Soon enough, after glancing up naively at the annoyed kidnapped pink soul, he resumed punching stuff in, quicker this time. Holding up the phone again, it read 'I'm being a dork. Sorry, normally I do so well at capturing friends, but they get mad at me. Maybe I make their bindings too tight. Pretty name, by the way, I sort of like it.' Zen gazed at her a bit creepily, his eyes wide and scanning for any emotions he could pick up. He ignored any negative ones nevertheless.

 

[decomposition]

When Zen took away his phone and grinned at her, Chantal started to started to develop an uneasy feeling, especially when he started to chuckle. However, with no sound projecting it just made things a hundred times creepier. She leaded back a little to create some distance between the two and made an attempt to stand up but a rip was heard, causing her to stop her struggle.


By sitting on the ice, it obviously stuck onto her skirt and any movement of trying to get up would result in it being completely ripped off. Of course, the choice of just abandoning her skirt was still on the table but honestly, she as still too angry to even thinking properly. Even the thought of her breaking the ice with her psychic powers just flew by her. What an idiot.


Chantal frowned into the muzzle and reluctantly casted her gaze back to Zen's cell phone to read yet another message once he shoved it back in her face. She tilted her head as well and looked back up at him, wondering if this guy was the definition of crazy or something of the similar category. “Maybe you shouldn't capture people in the first place,” she said with a clearly annoyed tone. “Just 'talk' to them how you're... kinda doing now would suffice, not binding them up in ice,” the girl rolled her pink eyes and sighed softly. “Thanks, I guess. For saying my name is pretty and all.”

 

[chompie]

Sensing or feeling -really the same thing- the uneasiness forming around Chantal, his happy / creepy expression didn't waver. He's done this enough times to dismiss this as 'regular new friend behavior'. He truely believed its the only way he made friends. Temporarily, really. He always wonders why they don't even stay with him when he releases them to talk to them more comfortably. There was suddenly hope in his glowing cyan eyes, he's always wondered why does no one want to be his friend.. It saddened him. He thought about filing his teeth back to normal, or maybe learning to speak again or ditching his prized muzzle. But his muzzle was so important since he got it from Ice, his dead dog.


He remembered he had to get some flowers and head over to his grave. Wait wait wait- He already did just now! Zen knocked on his head a little scolding himself. Jeez. Back to the beauty Chantal, who was trying standing up. This delighted Zen. She already was comfortable with him? He was confused about the slight ripping sound but he really didnt care. He was over joyed, giving her a special grin once more.


But she suddenly frowned, and this automatically worried and made him frown as well. He had a tendency to copy the expression of people he became attached to. Hearing her words and noticing her tone, his shoulders fell and his face grew hurt. Well... damn... He paused, looking alot like his dog when he tilts his ears back when scolded, before cautiously lookinng down to his phone. Haha. Like she was going to hit him. This one took a long while, he was punching away furiously, but he kept deleting. However, they all managed to start off with 'Oh...'


'Oh... I'm... I didn't know, I thought it would be the right way since thats how I got my dog. It worked so well... You should teach me how to make friends. I'm always lonely and they always run away. Are you mad? I aim not to hurt others when I capture them. Are you mad? Are you... Angry? Should I let you go?... Will you run...? I'm sorry, I need friends.' He bombarded her with questions, seeing as he was worried.

 

[decomposition]

Her emotions were all over the place – scared, angry, confused, sad – Chantal was just a shell overflowing with them. She looked at the man with now sadden eyes as he went back to her phone again, thinking about how she was probably too hard on Cameron. Expressing herself irrationally and whatnot because she had said to him before that she would always be there for support, no matter what the issue was. How many times to I have to say “what an idiot”?


The device was pushed into her face yet again and she read the message which conveyed a series of questions. Soon, tears started to form around her eyes due to everything currently happening being extremely overwhelming and looked up at Zen.


“I don't even know who you are and you want to be friends?” she said a bit shaky. “I'm sorry but I don't know if I can be friend with someone who just tied me up. I'm mad, sad and now I can't even get up because my stupid skirt is stuck to the ice. On top of that, I just did something really stupid.” Chantal shook her head and look at the ground as tears danced down her cheeks.

 

[Brax]

Cameron listened to the words flow from her lips, and stared into her face as she broke up with him over the problem he explained that he had three days ago. Well, couldn't say he didn't warn the woman in the first place! The young man didn't get a word in - Chantal hadn't even let him, anyway. Just turned around and left. Cameron would have followed under normal circumstances, but this time he didn't. Whatever brashness, or maybe not brashness at all, had overcame the woman's being must have been pretty impressionable. She would approach him when she needed to, if she ever did. Cameron figured the time would eventually come around - with the group being as small as it was.


When the Cameron finished his blunt, he set the small roach on the rock beside him and exited his spot. Creating a small barrier around himself, the pink soul had managed to stay dry as he floated out. When his feet touched the ground around the rather extremely large pond, he began walking back in the direction of the house. In a bit of a funk, as anyone would be immediately after being broken up with, Cameron tried his best not to show it. There was some things a man didn't do, or what Cameron believed men didn't do, and mourning over such things such as the end of a relationship was one of them. That didn't stop him from actually feeling bad, though. No amount of attempts to psych himself out would do that.


Wherever things ended up, they certainly weren't at their best now. As Cameron came up to the back door to the safehouse, his fingers grasped a hold of the metal knob and opened the door. Walking into the basement, which was where the door so obviously led to, he took his shoes off at the door and walked into the room he shared with Chantal. Well, if she wanted things differently... They would have to change, right? He didn't have many things, at all. None of them really did. However, Cameron still grasped whatever he had gathered together over the past couple of days and removed it from his hold room. There was still a door withholding an empty room in the basement, so he would go ahead and occupy that for the time being.


Opening the door to the room, he walked in and set his shit down on the ground only a couple of feet away. Cameron immediately walked up to the bed and fell face-first onto it, rubbing his head into the pillow which his hands would move up to grab as well as hold in place. He would try his best to sleep, but find that his conscience was eating away at his ability to rest. Not something that was too uncommon, Cameron would just lay in bed with his knees tucked into his stomach. Those pink hues remained planted on the white wall which seperated the room from the rest of the basement, for a exteraneous amount of time, maybe even over an hour with some extra change, before his racing mind gave him some pleasure in the form of sleep.
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[chompie]

Zen's eyes widened a little unnaturally as he saw tears when her beautiful eyes glazed over. D-Did he do that? Did he somehow made her cry? Shit, he knew he should've went for the more seriously cool side when responding. Shit. Oh no oh no. He held his head, looking stressed and tired. He believed he just fucked up. He held out an uncertain hand to her, but it shot back as she began to speak.


His frown widened, mouth parting as he listened to her quivering voice. Zen went back to his phone to type an answer, confused. 'Well, duuuuh. People don't know each other until they become friends!' Oh Zen... He had the strangest friend making strategy of a life time. But hearing her speak again after he just started to type the following. 'Yes, well isn't th'


Hearing her deny his friend request secretly devestated him. Like. Ripped him up into little pieces, gritted them into shavings, balled them up, consumed them and shitted him out. Hell, this was different from all the other successful captures, but now this one hurt him most. He felt his already icey heart develop a small crack after she said that, he was so confused. This is not the way to make friends? No, he needed Chantal to at least teach him how to acquire friends. He didn't want to be lonely, he would change, honest! Zen heard her vent slightly on her matters, knowing about her dilemma with ice actually, another 'friend making' tactic of his.


As a silence fell between him, he fumbled with his phone... Seeing Chantal cry mostly was killing his dead heart. He gently laid a hand on her shoulder, although his wide hands matching his height was heavy on it, it was clear he was trying to be gentle. Soon, the patch of ice behind her melted and disappeared. He put on a blank face, strangely calming as he plopped down next to her ( almost clumsily). Reaching back, cautiously undoing the muzzle off of her, he gently buckled it to his belt notch. Suddenly, a raspy and deep voice appeared. "Cry. Not." Zen grumbled, laying a cold hand on her head. He petted her as if petting Ice the dog. Slowly. "If. Chantal... Not want me for friend. Chantal. Does not get me for friend." He stuttered. He was not dumb, but... He was trying to speak as little words as he could. Zen gulped gently. He wanted to press a kiss to her head like he did to Ice, but he had a good feeling that would worsen the situation. Instead, he gently put his head awkwardly ontop of hers, his cheek against her hair.


Soon, the small sounds of him typing something was heard over her soft sniffling. He held up the phone to her instead of forcing it into her face this time. 'Please teach me to make friends, Chantal. I'm really sorry to have made you cry. I don't know any other way to not be lonely. This is all I know. Without you, I'd probably still be... Capturing people to make friends. I'm begging you. I'm also begging you to stop crying. It might make me cry and slushy tears are messy.'

 

[decomposition]

During her weeping, Chantal started to figure that Cameron wasn't going to come after her and despite all of her current sorrow, she began to feel angry all over again. It was understandable that he shouldn't anyway, not after the absurd outburst she lashed out towards him over something completely minimal that they could've work out together. Guess her stress and anxiety levels didn't calm down after all this time. Anyway, if he wasn't going to try and redeem himself, then that was on him though granted she didn't give him a chance to do so. He was free to do whatever he wanted.


She started to cry harder while remembering the time Cameron said he would be her protector and follow her anywhere. I'll follow you to the edge of the Earth if I have to. The words replayed in her head and sat heavy on her heart for she didn't see that anywhere at the time being. If smoking was that important to him, then so be it for she had no problem of... excluding him out of her life. She's done it with a vast number of people before him so it'll be easy, wouldn't it? Go back to creating barrier around herself and slowly lose interest in humanity would easy as counting. All those exchange of love and being there would be nothing to her now. Perhaps she was overthinking the whole situation between them but with everything amiss, it was hard for her to see what was right and wrong.


When a heavy hand was placed on Chantal's shoulder and the ice melting away from beneath her, it felt as though something had shut off in her mind. Maybe it was the established connection between her and Cameron to prevent him from creating a communication link or any other rare pink soul things they could do telepathically to each other. Her cries turned into sniffles as Zen finally spoke, causing her eyes to avert to him as soon as he pressed his head slightly awkwardly against hers.


Again, he typed a message on his phone and had her read less forcefully this time. Due to his comfort, though it was troublesome, and his written words, her impression slowly started to changed from bad to good; though just for a little bit. Perhaps all he actually need to do was have someone interact with him more friendly and show him there was another way than tying them up to 'force' friendship.


And then, Chantal snapped, almost like the same time she saw Cameron's old dead body previously. With all the shit that was going on and negativity reaching maximum peak, her sniffles turned into giggles. She didn't need Cameron, not one bit. Nope. Nada. After her giggle fit, she leaned away from Zen to look up at him and nodded. “I'll help you,” she agreed. “Just as long as you thaw my wrists and ankles, I'll teach you how to make friends.” Instead of worry or crying over Cameron, she would help this [still] mysterious man to the best of her abilities, albeit her whole mindset was disoriented. So, she smiled at Zen, her right eye twitching slightly and extended her arms to gesture him to release the restrains. (maybe she was just an idiot.)

 

[Brax]

When Cameron woke up, he had done so in that guest room - with all of his shit sitting in a small corner. The sight made him groan and turn his face toward the other side of the room along with the rest of his body twisting between the sheets. It was so interesting, the way that just a couple of words spoken could completely change the vibe of everything. The difference between this current moment in time and three hours before was the idea that he had easier access to a certain someone than he currently had at the moment.


The way she moved, from her walk down to her regular gestures. The way her natural cadence attracted his attention like a siren. Her presence brought out nothing less than absolute greatness in him. Chantal wasn't something to call his own anymore, and the very thought sickened him from the pit of his stomach. What only a couple of days could bring to light was something he could never replicate on his own or with another, for in his eyes the woman had truely been in a league of her own. Irresistible in addition to being irreplaceable.


So what would his next move be now? Surely, he had to say something. When he tried to reestablish his telekinetic link to her, his attempts failed. Multiple times. With concern, Cameron would be forced up on his feet, practically flying through the basement doors leading to the pond behind the safehouse and into the forest in search for the female.
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[chompie]

Zen's little beady cyan eyes was scanning Chantal as she was reading what he typed on his phone. The silence between them strangely did make him somewhat uncomfortable. But he couldn't hold back the 'special' smile to spread across his face, showing two rows of sharp shark-like teeth when she began giggling. Of course, he wasn't aware of the reason why she was giggling, but this made him giggle as well. In a silent, creepy way. He threw his head back a little, lifting himself off her as it was getting a little uncomfortable to bend his back that way. [He was 6'8] He had faith that this would work out, shit, Zen even used his own voice. Means he meant business.


Hearing the three little words 'I'll help you', Zen immediately brightened up. He dropped his phone from being so over joyed, his hands were shaking with excitement as he thawed out Chantal's wrists and ankles as she's so kindly asked for. He smiled back, his lips quivering as he received a positive gesture directed to him. He hasn't gotten that in a while. A tiny, little tear ran down his right cheek as the ice ringlets were no more. Zen immediately jumped up with a little too much energy, behind down and holding out a clawed hand to help her up as well.


He made sure to wipe away that tear of his own, noticing he had dropped his phone. Ah well, he'd wait for a little, hopefully he didn't forget. Just gotta help up the little lady first. Zen's new teacher, he wanted to squeal like a little fan girl. He already had childish like hope in Chantal that she would succeed in teaching him, but without the concept of capturing, it all seemed rather... Foreign to him. This has to work out, this has to!

 

[decomposition]

Chantal watched the joyfulness her agreement brought the man and oddly, it brought joy to her as well. Her wrist and ankles were soon thawed like she had requested and if she was in her right mind, it would've been the perfect opportunity to run away. Alas, she wasn't it and plus, she now made an oath to herself to always fulfill her promises. She rubbed her wrist to get some heat back into them and extended a hand to grasped his offered one, standing up from the tree trunk.


Looking back to see if the rip on her skirt was noticeable, the girl sighed in relief as for it wasn't and just smoothed out wrinkled instead. Turn back to look up at Zen, like literally up since she was only 5'4, Chantal giggled again and placed a hand on his chest. “You're really tall, aren't you?” she said, pointing out the obvious. She removed her hand and placed it on her hip while walking around him as she thought of way she could teach him how to make friends by other means of capturing them against their will.


Chantal stopped and tapped a foot. First there was proper greetings, then manners etiquette and finally the way to show your interest in that person. She supposed he had them all but they were warp wrongly in a creepy, twisted kind of way. With a nod, the pink soul turned on her heel and pointed a finger at him with a determined expression on her face.


“You want to make friends, right?” she said with a laugh, undoing her hand her used to point and extended it out for a signal he should shake it. It was a common gesture of meet someone new or just greeting someone in general. “Then shake my hand but gently! I don't want a broken arm.” she instructed and smiled up at him. Even if this was going to take some time, she would make it her main priority to see it through because she didn't have anything else to care about anymore.

 

[chompie]

Zen tilted his head a little as Chantal he looked down at placed a hand on his chest [wooo sizzling hot already], a bluish tint touched his ears. He pawed lightly at the spot she had her hand on, confused for just a moment. As she began to walk away, he crouched just a bit, thinking that she was running away like his previous friends. He got back into his slouching stance, his eyes and head following her as Chantal circled around him in thought. Zen was about to ask what's wrong, but he had a slight feeling she was just thinking. He had a little battle within himself to force himself to talk when Chantal was silent.


Zen reached over to his dropped phone, picking it up and staring at her foot. He was staring at it as it moved rapidly... He had a strong urge to bite it out of curiosity, but biting hurt. He looked down at his fingers, and it felt like Ice was here, biting harshly on his hand. He felt sad, but his face just showed normal blankness as he held the muzzle just for a second. Zen then, gave a small, creepy smile as the pink soul did a little flourish. How interesting... Zen wanted hair like hers, it had a way of doing some very fluid movement...


Hearing the question, Zen nodded very enthusiastically, grinning like a child down at her and her pointed finger. He leaned in to sniff at the finger curiously, but it soon darted away and formed into a hand... He knew this... Hand shake, right? Seeing her smile made him 'smile' as well, and he held her warmer hand, giving it a small firm shake. He kept shaking... And kept shaking... And kept shaking. He made no intention to stop, the cyan soul was staring rather intensely at the bonding of hands as he shook it as carefully as possible.

 

[Brax]

Cameron, as he was flying high above the forest and looking for any trace, or sign of Chantal, would drop from the sky suddenly upon finding a person - any person - from his distance above. There were a couple instances where he was wrong; the first was when he dropped in on a small child and his father fishing. The second was when he dropped in on a monkey. Yeah, not even a fucking human. So much for telekinesis working there. Third was... Well, you guessed it! Chantal!


Not only was it Chantal, though. No, no, no. Much to Cameron's dismay, it was Chantal and a new friend! One who had an unbelievably odd-shaped pallette, probably a result of not being let out enough to mingle with other humans his age when he was a child. On top of this, the man had a damn muzzle on his face. Like, really? A muzzle? What the hell is that, a fashion statement? Cameron couldn't put his finger on it. Let's not forget, in the middle of this, that Chantal is with another man. No, that did not nearly get anywhere near close enough to explaning the man's odd-looking visage.


And seriously? How unlucky was Cameron? Chantal ran off to bump into ANOTHER soul user who happened to be MALE as she ran off into the forest? The entire ordeal made Cameron angry to the point where he felt his stupidity rising. He didn't question what was going on as the female fit her hand into the man's own, he just shook his head. Slow, at first, but then violently from side to side at a much quicker rate. By the end of this physical outburst, Cameron threw both of his hands into the air, yelled 'fuck' as loud as he could and began stomping away in a cloud of rage.
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[decomposition]

When Zen took her hand, Chantal had a feeling like this was a good start she nodded when he shook it but then he kept shaking. And shook it some more and some more. It was when her arm started to feel limp that she placed her other hand on top of his as a signal to stop and laughed again. She was actually having fun albeit not knowing who this person was exactly but all the care in the world was slow slipping away so basically, who gave a fuck?


“Maybe only two shakes for no on?” she said and reacted the gesture by only shaking his hands twice. “See, just like that. There's no need to continue on,” Thinking briefly again, Chantal nodded and looked up at him. “Now, when you shake a person's hand, it's polite to say nice to meet you, so,” the girl cleared her throat and straightened up her posture.


Shaking Zen's hand twice again, she spoke with a smile. “Nice to meet you.” was said simply from her but then she remember that this man doesn't even talk that much and perhaps it would be an issue but she had high hopes that he would start projecting his voice more often. It was the main element with communication after all. However, that's when Cameron came.


Chantal heard his outburst, being startled by it at first but frowned as she came to realization of whom it was. Now he comes? After the many hours she had been out here? She just wanted to throw a stick at him or something. Letting go of Zen's hand and still out of her damn mind, the pink soul pointed at Cameron has he was storming off.


“See, he's not a friend, Zen,” she said coldly. “I don't even know what he is anymore.” If he was going to leave her in the woods out of rage, then be it, but she wasn't about to teach her new 'friend' how to deal with people who weren't friends or anything of the sort. It was best to just ignore them and carry out on your own business.

 

[Brax]

"You know what?" Cameron asked, obviously hearing the woman speak. With an angered expression on his face, he turned around to face the two. He had no business with the weird looking one, so he didn't bother addressing him whatsoever. In fact, when it came to the big man, Cameron pretended as though he hadn't been there at all. "You know what? I don't know what the hell your problem is. All you do is get mad at me, get sad because of me, or run away." Cameron's eyes widened and he shifted his posture so that he was leaning forward, with his arms outstretched.


"What is this, a fucking joke? I spent three days with you. THREE DAYS. I didn't leave your damn side! I walk away to smoke ONE BLUNT. ONE CIGAR FILLED WITH SOME PLANT MATTER that happens to have some psychoactive effects when set on fire, and you go nuts! I'm sorry, I really am, but I layed shit out on the table with you. I can't feel bad for warning you about what I do. And i'm sure as hell not going to feel bad for trying my damn hardest to make you happy in a world that's been giving us a nonstop load of SHIT." The entire time, his arms were practically flailing wildly. When Cameron was into something, he used a crap-load of hand gestures to help others figure that out. This was absolutely no different.


When he finished with his whole entire soliloquy, he turned over to Zen. "Muzzle-man. You keep your damn grimy-ass paws off of my woman, or i'll wipe the floor with your face. My unfinished business isn't your invitation for to a party." Cameron's eyes traced the man's frame in it's entirety from top to bottom before settling on his own eyes, pondering whether or not he'd stick around to hear what the other would have to say before making his next move. His adrenaline was juiced up, to the point where even his veins felt swollen.


'Ol chap could be a bit rude from time to time, huh?
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[chompie]

Zen blinked, hearing another body drop in near them. He instantly looked up, curious and his shoulders raised as he noticed... New friend! His new friend, exactly when he was training to get more friends. Sort of early, but he was learning and could test it out! Though, he looked back at Chantal, who hasn't noticed the male yet who as now shaking his head a little wildly. Oh... Two times to shake, two times. He tried focusing on the lesson, he really did, but he was becoming distracted.


He frowned a little when he was sort of asked to speak. His other hand typed quickly on his phone, but he brightened up as she said 'Nice to meet you'. Even though it was just an example, he received a small dose of joy from her saying that. His smile faded as he held up his phone, looking unsure, looking a little defeated already. Zen suddenly heard a loud curse, looking at the male who was now stomping away. Oh well... He was too late to make friends with Zen then... Man, what a lost, they could've had something.


Suddenly, hearing Chantal's cold voice, following her pointed finger to the back of the male who was stomping off currently. His mind churned as gears clinked. He was thinking, very hard actually. He wasn't a friend, huh. Chantal said so, and she was the teacher, so he believed her. He knew already so many people who weren't his friends, so he'd have to regard the male as one of those people now. Zen's eyes fell, uncertain, but seeing Chantal point at him... It made him believe. Instantly, without any more hesitation.


A loud voice, familiar from the now not-a-friend male rang again, and he fell silent. He wasn't ever yelled at like this before, this was new, and he didn't know how to deal at all. He felt lost, very lost, but a spark of another feeling was burning within him. He couldn't pick it up just yet. The other pink soul was yelling directly at Chantal. Not him, Chantal. This guy was sort of scary, he could admit. He was like Ice when he first caught him, raving with anger, convulsing and flailing about violently. A blank look was on his face as he gripped the muzzle buckled to the notch of his pants as he was swallowed by feelings. What was happening? He could understand words, yes, but it felt as if he still couldn't process what was happening.


It wasn't until Cameron turned his anger on him is when he noticed that the burning feeling inside his cold chest was none other than the rush of danger. He felt threatened. In danger. His dork-able self went away, replaced with a small snort at the male. He was yelling at him and more importantly, his teacher Chantal... Yelling so angrily. He didn't like it! He... He didn't... He didn't like it. What if this male took Chantal away from him, he would be lonely... He. He didn't want to be lonely.


He didn't want it. Wheezing, he shoved his phone into his pocket, quivering and scooting closer to Chantal. Chantal was in danger! This guy was no friend, he was danger. His head spinning with emotions he couldn't decipher, he snarled at him loudly, baring his teeth at him and getting in front of Chantal. Leave Chantal alone... He wanted to say, but he could only grunt and rave with malicious intent at him. Words refused to flower from his lips this time... Shit. Zen couldn't understand.

 

[decomposition]

Chantal laughed, kind of loudly, when Cameron had asked if this was a joke. Honestly, she thought it was quite funny. Her body shook and she wrapped her arms around her abdomen, leaning forward as she continued to laugh; then her laughs turn to giggles. She straightened back up to wipe away tears from her eyes, whether they were of sadness or not was unknown to her, and nodded her head at the male in front of her.


“What happened to all that talk about how you were going to change, huh?” she asked, placed a hand on her hip and her left eye twitched. “You went three days without smoking, congratulations, but you couldn't have kept up your streak? Resorting the sneaking off is smoke whatever that crap is was a good choice, Cameron, cause now I see that I mean shit to you,” Oh wow, she actually used profanity. “If I make you happy, then don't go smoking 'plants' that give you psychoactive effects. You can shove that shit down the fucking drain if you love me so much,” More profanity? Wow.


Chantal looked over to Zen and angry words where spewed directed to him, causing her to look back at the other pink soul in disbelief. “Hey! Nu-uh, you leave him out of this,” she yelled back at her former pair and wagged a finger at him slightly. “He didn't do anything and he needs my help. If you're done, then go back to your man cave and leave us... alone.” the words trailed off as a whisper for she never thought of saying those words but they were already out in the wind, free to enter the ears of anyone near.


When Zen scooted closer to her, the girl reached up to untie her hair and threw the elastic in front of her, allowing her hair to fall down on her shoulders. She stared at Cameron with her pink hues and tilted her head. “If you hurt this guy for only wanting help, then you can kiss me good bye.” she simply said.

 

[Brax]

When Zen got up close to Cameron, the young man reciprocated by puffing out his chest and staring straight into the muzzle of the man. It was extremely awkward, because Cameron was standing at about six foot in the body he currently possessed. He wasn't exactly a small guy, but in comparison to the guy before him, his neck was practically cracked backwards as he looked into his face. Cameron didn't ever get intimidated by anything before, so the freakshow before him would certainly not be enough in itself to get Cameron off his back.


Chantal was scary enough. When she claimed that he meant no harm, Cameron backed off. Obviously, the pain of forcing an event such as Chantal completely cutting him off was certainly not worth it, even if they weren't together. There was also no point in harming somebody that was... Well, harmless, either. In the midst of such hard-headed antics, Cameron listened to what Chantal said but was too busy sizing up the new guy to respond in any sort of fashion at all.


Still looking into the ogre's face, Cameron put his hands together in front of his chest and raised the tips of his fingers up to his forehead. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it." These were the only words that Cameron would say to Zen, before his attention moved back to Chantal. His feet began moving backwards, his tongue escaping his mouth to run over his lips with a rather stoic expression on his face. No, this wasn't some sort of creepy gesture, rather more done in the effect of contempt. He slowly turned around completely so that his back faced the two, and he walked away without saying another word, heading back to the bed which beckoned him.


He probably got around five to ten feet in before he shot off the ground and flew directly out of the forest vertically. In his path, he left a small-sized whirlwind of leaves and grass. Cameron obviously knew that flying was the fastest way to travel, and being able to see the house actually helped as opposed to searching through the damned woods for markers he may or may not have left around for himself. Shit was annoying. When he finally got to those back doors, he opened them up and walked inside. Making sure to close them as he went, he shut himself back up in the room he had left no more than a half hour before.
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Hung Lo. The master of disguise. The purple soul whose level transcends those of even the greatest level transcending soul owners! The frightfully fight-filled filipino! Currently, the fat load of shit was sitting at a round table located on the deck that ran behind the safehouse. On his plate, he had about eighteen pieces of bacon that were maple-syrup flavored (along with having maple syrup on them), a breaded, fried steak that was twenty-seven ounces. Eight flapjacks.


Two chocolate chip bagels, toasted with cream cheese and bacon bits. A large glass of Scotch that rivaled the size of a big gulp at a seven-eleven, and an extremely fat cigar resting at the helm of his hearty meal. This was his breakfast, and in another half an hour, Hung Lo would have brunch to look forward to.


Taking advantage of the steak first, saliva would drip from the jowls of the obese asian as his bare sausage-sized fingers wrapped themselves around the breaded meat. His fingernails got crumbs as well as oil stuck in them as he brought the steak up to his mouth and took a bite, ripping it off after getting his teeth dug in nice and deep-like. Chewing the food with his mouth open, he threw in a couple of bacon strips.


Then, he put the rest of the bacon bits onto both of the bagels, distributing them equally among the pair. He made both bagels into one big bagel, and bit the half. Syrup, bacon, breaded steak, cream cheese chocolate chip bagels with processed bacon bits on them would all gyrate into one big mess and crumble down the abyss which was his throat.
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[Turtlyturt]

Mollie complained, a fuck ton, laid down and went to sleep. Dreaming about ice cream and Popsicle land with whiskey for rivers and cannabis for tress and bushes and grass.


Dreaming is nice. And it means you're in a deep sleep.

 

[decomposition]

Chantal watched Cameron leave and had a feeling that this would probably be the last time she would ever see him again for a long while. At this time, there was no reason she would go back to the house and there was no reason to bring Zen to the safe house either, at least not yet. Though he would probably make a good asset to the team once he learned the basic fundamentals of making friends. Her hair blew gently against the wind and saw the pink soul fly off but during her disturbed states, she merely scoffed at him going.


Turning to Zen, she ignored the heavy feeling of regret that coursed through her body to take note of how he was acting and brought a hand up to poke his arm, soon rubbing it soothly. “It's alright, Zen,” she said in a hush tone to calm him down. “He's gone and it's over. Let's just continue on with the lessons, ok?” she looked up at him with a slightly sad smile. No. She shook her head and then smiled brightly.


Chantal walked in front of him and waved her arm frantically to get his attention. “Earth to Zen! It's alright now, I'm still here.” she said reassuringly. Cameron could marry his pack of marijuana if he wanted to, she just wanted to forget the whole thing and possibly forget him.

 

[Neokix]

As time continued to move normally, Jikan still sat there with his back against the wall. Opening his purple hues, he glanced around the area, attempting to make something out though his eyesight was a bit damaged at the moment. As he currently had a lack of eyesight at the moment, he couldn't exactly tell where he was, nor could he determine where he could go at the moment. Even though he attempted to use his eyes to see, currently his vision consisted of nothing but blurs. Even the dirt on the ground was rather difficult to see, making him a bit annoyed at what Mollie had done. He didn't mind the pain that she caused him, but it had ruined his one good eye, now he was visually impaired and it would take a few days or a week for both to heal properly. (Filler post because no idea what to post x.x)