Baiken watched at the ongoings around, after finishing her meal. They all pretty much seemed to return as they were, before. Looking at Faust, "I suppose, he's back to normality as well."

[Baiken, what else to do?]

Jam raised an eyebrow while Chipp looked at her, then slowly backed away. She then turned to Faust, "Don't worry. I'll hold you to that." Just then what Anji said hit her, and she could hear Sol rummaging through her kitchen. HER kitchen. She quickly turned around and rushed into the room, grabbing the man by his ear like a mother would a child. "Just WHAT do you think you are DOING? Get the hell out of that!" Jam pulled him away, his ear still in her hand, and slammed the fridge door shut, glaring at him all the meanwhile of course.

[Jam, the queen of her fridge]

Things were going pretty smoothly for Ky, though his clothes had taken quite a beating. Fearing the soy sauce in the teriyaki might damage his clothes beyond repair, he decided to remove his jacket and shirt. "Oh I bet Chipp wouldn't like his clothes all dirty either," Ky thought. With that he lifted Chipp up and helped him out of his shirt. He didn't struggle, he just smiled and gurgled, which was something he had been doing ever since Faust's injection. Ky took their shirts and laid them on a nearby chair. "Ok, that's much better," Ky said cheerily. He picked up the plate and the fork, "Now here comes the airplane."

[Ky, should work in a hospital.]

Chipp was there. On a bed. In a room. And the realization hit him that he had no idea how in God's name he got there -- though it quickly buzzed from his system and was replaced by a lazy feeling of contentness. He would've been content to sit there all day.

But then there was this blonde thing trying to feed him. Okay. Food was good (it tasted nummy). He opened his mouth in accordance to Ky's movements. Yuh. Okay. He seemed quite intent on feeding him, though he couldn't place why. Then he figured that he really didn't need to play -why- and went back to feeling tingly and nice. Then there was the food. He blinked. Oh yeah, food. He opened his mouth again (food goes IN your mouth!)

:O :T :O :T

[Chipp; "don't play in the street, kids."]

Anji hadn't been correcting anyone, although Faust had made much of Sol's use of the word "ain't" when, in fact, it was now an acceptable part of the English language. Of course, chances are fair that only a person who'd studied the language as a second or third form of verbal expression would know archaic things like that. A person like Anji, for instance. A sick, strange person like Anji who secretly had fantasies about Sol that were strictly limited to playing, and this is not a lie, volleyball with him.

God, Anji loved sports. It was hard to find someone to play with that didn't fall short of matching up from the very beginning. He wanted to see just how hard a Gear could spike a ball. He wouldn't even mind losing.

I told you he was sick.

"Miss Kuradoberi," the dancer said casually as he wiped his mouth on a napkin. "You have an Amerikan punk raiding your kitchen." She might want to stop and/or murder Sol before he did irreparable harm to her domain.

[-Anji-Mito, Fetish Inc.]

He looked a few moments at the empty table in front of him. The food was gone. The boy'd took the food. While he was well aware the boy lived to spite him, he himself didn't match the grudge with any vehemency. If he bothered keeping a grudge against all the people he'd pissed off, he wouldn't have any free time on his hands.

Ignorning Anji's correction to his grammer, and Faust's sudden reversion to hyper activity, he got up and headed into the kitchen to see what he could find in the refridgerator. He found, among other things, half a ham. Rumbling in his throat he looked it over apprasingly. Yeah. Okay. That worked. He stuck it in the microwave.

[Sol, seldom intrusive]

Ky's eyes widened as he felt his waist being squeezed, however he figured Chipp was merely trying to maintain his balance. "Hmm," he thought as they descended the stairs, "Perhaps I should take him to my room, it's closer." Not that Chipp was heavy, but holding him and the plate was putting a strain on him. Ky reached the door to his room. After nudging the door open he set the plate on the night stand and gently laid Chipp on the bed. "There," he sighed brushing his hands together, "Now I can feed you" ^_^

[Ky, getting down to business.]

"Actually, the word "ain't" was incorporated into the English language in the late twentieth century," said a quiet voice. Anji murmured his 'please' and 'thank you's whenever he managed to get a dish passed his way, took only his share and tried a little of everything. He said nothing to the way Ky was tossing Chipp around or the way Sol had quietly invited himself to the meal.

When it came down to it, Sol might be rude, but at least he was seldom intrusive.

[-Anji-Mito, a living dictionary]

He blinked widely as he was lifted, and in a desperate attempt to keep the balance that he thought he had lost, he slipped foward and grabbed Ky around the waist; scarlet eyes wide. He didn't seem to have any clue that Sol was talking to him, and if he did have a clue -- the world was too bright and happy for him to -care-. He opened his mouth and let out what suspiciously resembled a chirp before he grinned dumbly at every occupant of the table.

WOO! Life was good!

He squeezed Ky's waist. Poor Ky.

[Chipp -- violating his bednurse.]

"Hmm... I suppose he 'ain't.'" Faust sneered, mocking Sol's speech as he set his scalpel aside. The surgeon wasn't looking for a fight either, and didn't want one supposed 'animal' to ruin what he felt was a good day. Looking around the table did he resume freak-mode and hold out his opened umbrella over his head, exclaiming, "Yattaaa!!"

[Faust; "whatever."]

Ky felt that tingling sensation near the back of his brain return as he watched Sol enter and take Chipp's seat. And like the last time he again chose to ignore it. "He is trying, you know, and this drug induced stupor wasn't voluntary either. But if the sight of him displeases you I can take him," Ky's eyes narrowed," and his food elsewhere." With a beautiful demonstration of dexterity and balance, Ky lifted Chipp over his shoulder and took his plate in the other hand and left the room. *Looks like I'll have to find that bed sooner than I had first anticipated.*

[Ky, bed nurse.]

"Punk ain't eatin'." Speaking, when Sol blessed the world with the sound of his beautiful voice, was a deep, sullen drawl that for its recalcitrance missed an occasional syllable. Yes, eloquence was most definetly his strong suit. So was public relations. He didn't appear to be intimidated, though his shoulder gave with the push. He wasn't really looking for a fight. He was, just at the moment, more intrested in the food. Although if he had to fight for the food, undoubtedly he'd be happy to oblige.

[Sol should be a telemarketer]

"Do you honestly have to grunt?" He stood up to his full 9'4" height, enough to intimidate someone...but the paper bag said otherwise. "If you keep doing that, there's no way I can differentiate between man and animal... and an animal." He emphasized, poking Sol once more yet with more force. "...isn't to sit at the table." He sat back down, eating little bits out of sheer boredom. "We'll feed you scraps.. now be a good boy."

[Faust: cold.]

He raised his eyes as Faust poked the scalpel into his shoulder. He paid for his food, regularly, in the noncommental way of sliding the money Jam's way if she fed him, and it was obvious if the shinobi in question tried anything more solid than the soup he'd choke on his tounge. He grunted vaguely, not even justifying himself with a response before returning to the meal.

He thought it was pretty obvious: Faust could make a point of it, and then he could pay Jam to cook him something else while this sat here and got cold. Although the possiblity of grunting conveying that much... That wasn't really a possiblity, was it?

[Sol, indifferent to Chipp's suffering]

"Aa.. that, good sir, would be for the shinobi." His prized posession of an overly-large scalpel extended across the table to gently prod Sol in the shoulder. Saving Chipp's food was the least Faust could do after he drugged the hell out of the poor Japanese-wanna-be in an attempt to dissect him. Poor Chipp... Faust was actually feeling guilty. It wasn't like he was going to kill the guy!

After finishing a large helping of teriyaki (for a large guy, of course), he peered over at Jam and said, "I promised to buy you ice cream for this, our dear 'Goddess Kuradoberi.'" He joked with a smile. "Whenever you want it, I'll go. Pick all you can eat.." And all Faust could affort, hopefully, "If you want to!"

[Faust; philanthropist?]

He smelled the food from upstairs, where he lay on the bed, half dozing, listening to Roger Taylor croon his way through "I'm in Love With my Car," though it was a while before he thought to himself that he might go grab a bite. He got up. Put the CD player in his bag. Headed downstairs. He didn't seem to take much note of the others, eyes wandering over the group assembled. Nothing out of the ordinary. For them. He dropped himself down at the table at the place set for Chipp. Guy wasn't gonna use it. He wasn't much for taking his meals with the group, but he was hungry, and the food was there. He helped himself.

[Sol. He doesn't have a car.]

Chipp seemed to be more interested in Ky then the food. Ky was very pretty and he smelled good and the world was soooo good. He managed to get more soup ON Ky then in his mouth (needless to say that he found it endlessly amusing).

Then he was knocked. On the head. Once, twice. Click, click. Like wood. His brow furrowed as he turned his gaze to Jam. Why was she knocking on his head? Ooo, she was pretty. He grinned dumbly at her. Pretty girl!

[Chipp, still gone with the wind.]

Jam smirked at Faust's comment, because after all, she already knew she was somewhat of a goddess. She then turned to look at Chipp. "Drugs, ne?" She shook her head, "I knew he was an idiot." Jam walked around to where Ky & Chipp were and leaned down, then proceeded to knock on Chipp's head a few times with her fist.

[Jam, a 'heavenly body'? XD]

She sat there in some chair by herself watching Chipp. It really was, rather disgustingly cute, him and Ky. 'Oh let's not let our mind wander too far.' She thought, keeping to herself. Was there anyone around that she could entice? It would be rather some sort of fun to play with Chipp right about now. You know.. screw with the boys head and heart for a while. Mmm.. no.. that would take to much time and energy.

[I-no : Purely Amused]

Ky tilted Chipp's head back and tried to slip some soup into his mouth with a nearby spoon. "Come, come, Monsieur, mangez."

[Ky, spoon feeding expert]

Leave it to the dancer to be the only one to actually hear and answer Jam's question. "Chipp has been doing needle drugs," Anji reportedly casually, moving aside his bowl with both hands. "Vikaden or morphine; some analgesic." Either way, Chipp is still a bad, horrible, terrible, no-good drug addict.

[-Anji-Mito, who's really just interested in supper]

After what seemed like a battle between him, the paper bag, and trying to eat soup, Faust managed to finish his share with perfect timing, as Jam came out with the main course. One needn't think twice about thanking their beautiful chef... but one need think about the right words to say, especially to a woman. Oi, they could be such a pill...

"If I didn't know any better, Miss Kuradoberi," he said, as he helped himself to teriyaki, "I'd say you were a Goddess." A hidden smile, yet again, as he simply stare blankly at his meal in a moment of silence, longer than usual because he'd forgotten to do so when the 'appetizer' had been served.

[Faust on a politeness streak]

Jam once again reappeared, with quite a few more trays in hand. "Here we go! The main course, it'll be some of the best food you've ever eaten!" She tossed the trays down onto the table, then headed back into the kitchen. "What we have here," she said as she re-entered with even more trays, "Is chicken with mango, dim sum, dumplings, and of course, the beef teriyaki!" Jam grinned wildly, extremely proud of her oh so very wonderful cooking skills. She then noticed Chipp being supported by the two men. "What's wrong with him?", she nodded towards the three with a weary look on her face.

[Jam.. eat up or pay!]

Ky was able to hold on to Chipp with one hand and eat his soup with the other. He wasn't able to say Grace the proper way, so he thought a prayer, hoping to make up for it later. He did notice Chipp nuzzling his shoulder a bit. Maybe he was just trying to get comfortable, and that hazy smile was one of gratitude. Ky decided after he finished eating he'd try helping Chipp eat and then find him a bed so that he could rest. ^_^

[Ky, full of good intentions.]

Faust was the most polite person from these tournaments that Anji had thus far met, and he appreciated good manners when he could find them. "Thank you," murmured the dancer, sinking to a seat at the table. He pressed his hands together and spared a silent moment in prayer before he reached for his spoon. He was paying for this meal, and he planned to enjoy every moment of it.

[-Anji-Mito, pretty as a posey]

"Not at all, Mr. Anji. Have a seat!" Faust exclaimed cheerfully, after having resolved to eat with the bag on. It indeed took much effort, having to lift up the very corners of the bag to even get his mouth close to the spoon, but it was Jam's cooking...thus making it well worth the trouble. "Aaiiyaaa... I feel as if I've died and gone to heaven," he stated with a barely-visible smile, stretching out a little bit before resuming the now tedious task of eating his soup.

[Faust strikes again.]

He obligued without much trouble, letting the Japanese man set him against Ky. In fact, he took it upon himself to nuzzle Ky's shoulder. He was gone, absolutely, positively NOT there anymore. The entire world held a light, pretty glow -- and he responded to it by smiling dumbly at it. Hii! World! Yer so pret-tee! He almost swooned, but kept his feet in check. He peered at Anji a bit while he was leaving... aww... bai Anji...


[Chipp -- the Ky snooger]

Had he but known what was going on in Chipp's head at the time, he would have dropped the drugged deviant into a heap on the ground. Such as it was, Anji listened patiently and then his strong hands gently lifted Chipp and helped to lay him with care in Ky's arms. Catching the underside of Chipp's jaw with his fingers, he helped guide Chipp's head to rest on Ky's shoulder. When it was all as the Frenchman had asked, Anji-Mito stepped back, a bemused smile arching the lines of his mouth.

"Does it matter where I sit?" he asked as he turned back to the table hopefully. He was bound by good form to help again if Ky needed it and asked, of course, but for the moment he was really hungry.

[-Anji-Mito, starving refugee from a tiny third-world country]

Oo... it tingled, just faintly. He could feel it in his finger tips and over his lazy smile. Hey, there was a blonde girl holding him up; and... a guy in blue. They were both cute. Aww... he hadn't felt this happy in a long time. He watched woozy eyed as Faust tried to make the decision to eat with the bag over his head or not. It'd be funny if he did eat the soup with the bag over his head... he giggled faintly at the thought. Maybe Faust could cut a hole in the bag and then eat the soup through the hole. That was funny too. He clung loosely to both Ky and Anji, his feet felt heavy. Tingly. It was ni~ce... Oh! Soup! Yes, there was soup, they were eating soup. He grinned, the silver hair whisping dumbly over his forehead. How nice. They were all very nice to look at. Wait. Ky was holding him up. It came as a realization. Ooh, Ky was pretty. He blinked dumbly up at Anji and grinned. Ooh, Anji was pretty too. The world was very, very pretty at the moment and he found he wished it no less. Oh, soup! Faust was trying to eat soup -- he was trying to get it through the bag... Mm... bag...

[Chipp; "say no to drugs, kids"]

Monsieur Anji, perhaps Chipp never truly developed a strong tolerance for certain drugs, but with the amount the doctor has given him, being semi-conscious is admirable. Go ahead and put his head on my shoulder, I can try and keep him up as best I can.

[Ky - nurse's-aid]

Fascinating!

Anji stood and put aside his parasol before he approached the table. As a second thought he stooped at Chipp's side, opposite Ky, and hooked one of his arms around the medicated ninja. "You would think," he said to Ky over Chipp's head, "That he would have some kind of tolerance for this by now." It was no secret that Chipp had almost lost himself in pills and needles years ago. A good fighter always researched his opponents.

Where were they going to put Chipp? He isn't sitting on Anji's knee, that's for certain.

[-Prof. Anji-Mito]

"Especially me? I feel so especially special!" *-* Faust joked, before suddenly silencing and staring blankly at the bowl of soup before him. "Eetou... I don't think it's possible to eat with the bag on my head, but..." >>; Unseen glare at the room's occupants. "No way am I taking it off. Nyeh." Le sigh. What a tough decision...

[Faust : ;-; Still wants to wear the paper bag.]

Baiken joined the table and took a seat. "The soup seems quite nice." She turned to Chipp, who was seemingly limp, probably still a little scared of Faust. "The bowl of eggdrop soup has saved your life, so would you not be grateful, and eat it? I don't think having this group of people become hungry, is very healthy to the world." She took a look at Faust. "Especially him."

[Baiken, let's eat before the insanity can seemingly resume]

Ky slipped his arm around Chipp's waist helping him to stand. "Well, let's hope he can hold his head up, he's pretty out of it." Ky wiggled the limp Chipp. Ky sighed, "I think at this rate he may get more soup on his clothes than in his mouth."

[Ky; -_-;;;]

"Eggdrop soup?" *-* Suddenly turning away from his spikey-headed victim, Faust stood up to his full height. A few more inches taller, and he might hit the ceiling. "Miss Kuradoberi, you really are amazing!!" The surgeon didn't think twice about seating himself close by the table, but before helping himself to the soup, he waited politely for others to join him. "Looks like you're off the hook, shinobi-chan!" Faust called out to Chipp from where the slightly drugged gringo lay. The 'good doctor,' however, was busy taking a good whiff of the meal and smiling to himself. "And I sure hope you're hungry! Miss Kuradoberi's made soup!"

[Faust; ^^ food!!]

"Alright!" Jam finally appeared from out of the depths of the kitchen, large trays in hand. She slid them down onto the table that was suddenly in the room, "First off, some eggdrop soup! Eat up!" Jam sat down soup for everyone then snatched the trays back up and disappeared back into the abyss. >D The main course would be ready soon.

[Jam with the first course]

He glowered a little. He didn't want to be dissected for science -- or have stitches across his belly. His eyes drew flat once again. Crap. He was going to be dissected. "Oi..."

He brightened a bit as Ky spoke in his honor. The kid looked like a girl, but he respected him a lot -- he hoped to God that Faust did too X) (It still wouldn't help his attitude either way >>;; however).

[friendly neighborhood Chipp]

"Dear Seikishi, there's nothing more I need to learn.. it's this young man." Faust smiled underneath the paper bag, poking Chipp lightly on the forehead. "He wonders why his life is so bad? Because he makes it bad. However, if you're asking about the surgery... this is all good fun!" Cacklecacklecackle. After all, Faust wasn't going to kill Chipp, but if the shinobi woke up in the morning with stitches all over his belly, he'd know why.

[The great wise Faust. >>;]

Ky looked on at the helpless Chipp. For some reason this scene caused a tingling sensation way in the back of his brain. However, he chose to ignore it and walked up behind Faust. Laying a hand on the doctor's shoulder he queried, "What do you intend to learn from this experiment, Doctor?"

[Ky in search of conflict resolution.]

She nodded as in to give her thanks to Anji and took a seat. Looking at the rather unusual, yet amusing group of people, she watched them. And they, pretty much seemed to be the solution of why she didn't share her sake, as they could end up like this group.

[Baiken.. amused by all of this]

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_____________updates


A new layout! Whoo! I think this one's better on the eyes, ne? ^^ Anyway, I still encourage people to join... let's put some life into this party, ne? ^^!!

Updates:
Welcome our new Chipp, Axl, Anji and Millia. ^^v Wahoo! Many spots are still open and I'm looking for people to join, so hurry up before the spots are gone. Ya snooze, ya lose!

PS. People, stop asking to play Ky. He's NOT open anymore! x_x; *sicks Inuki on them*

___________the cast, so far

A spirited woman and a devoted martial artist. Her femininity has been suppressed in the wake of her supreme goal. Gets in fights over tiny matters; shoots first and asks questions later. Holds her beliefs firmly, and will argue with anyone who disagrees with her to the bitter end. At the same time, though, she is capable of changing her mind if she's obviously wrong.

Deadly serious, honest in work, truthful with others and devout in his morals. A firm believer in justice, eternally trying to help those weaker than himself. At the same time, he possesses a fragile mind that quickly erupts when he encounters anyone who breaks his rules or disrupts his order. In other words, he has a hard time dealing with freedom, a fact he has yet to realize.

Annoying, self-centered, conceited and every bit a sore loser. Treats herself with kid gloves, but rains down hatred upon anyone weaker or more indecisive than her. (Rock stars, though, are excepted from this.) Although she may seem hung up on all the ideals she holds dear, she is actually a stark realist, able to look at things from a more ironic perspective. She uses this to hide her true self from others. Her singular battle style is a result of harsh observation and a strong belief that her way, and only her way, is the best.

He was regarded as the finest physician in more than a hundred years. With a gentle personality and deft surgical skill, the doctor was respected thoughout the world. One day, however, a girl under his care died mysteriously during surgery. Some said the girl's death was orchestrated by jealous colleagues, but the shock drove the doctor mad. He embarked on a violent serial-killing spree and murdered an untold number of people before finally being captured...

A mysterious woman whose identity is unknown, I-no talks to men with words of temptations that no man can resist, and laughs in her heart as she enjoys watching their reactions. I-no will poke her face into anything or anywhere she has interest in.

Just as his fighting style is smooth and dancelike, his actions are dictated more by feeling than by logic. His character is a combination of movement and silence. A straightforward man, he worries little of future consequences before acting-not because of optimism, but simply because he rarely thinks things through enough. Has little sense of justice, but isn't hung up about fighting against what rubs him. Enjoys playfully needling people as a way to seem friendly.

Millia Rage :: played by Sharde

A cold, reticent woman, nothing ever appears to interest her. Indifferent towards her feminine side, perhaps because of her assassin upbringing. Sees everything in terms of black or white, and rarely makes a wrong decision. Although her mind is like a machine, there is still a little human left in her, and she is tormented inside by the recluse she has become.

Axl Low :: played by Pineapple

The eternal optimist. Rarely thinks deeply about matters, believing that everything works out eventually. His lust for amour knows no bounds. He does have the ability to calmly examine and solve problems, but that's just not his style. A kind man by nature, he can never find it in his heart to kill anyone-not even the most evil of villains.

Chipp Zanuff :: played by Roni

Short in patience and long in fighting spirit. Takes a survival-of-the-fittest approach to life, and looks for the easy way out of everything except fighting, where his strategies are always exceptionally well thought out. Often flies into rages over trifling matters, although he's been working hard to hold his temper in check under his former master's admonitions. Wishes he could get himself to help others more often. Has a keen interest in Japanese culture from his former master, and possesses an image of that country that has little to do with reality.

Sol Badguy :: played by Calico Kat

Sullen and unrefined; only speaks to others when absolutely necessary.This is reflected in everything he does, and his fighting moves, while rough and unpolished, are executed with absolute precision. Not a friendly man, but not an inherently evil one.

Zato 1 :: played by Erin

A true assassin, cool-headed and brutal. His speech is moderate and prudent, but also scathing enough to show the listener who's boss. This is just an act of self-preservation, however, and deep down he is just another timid (or, to put it another way, vain) young man. There is still some goodwill left lurking within his heart.

Dizzy :: played by Tooly

Born from a Gear and a human. Her growth has been dramatic, and despite her appearance, she's only just turned three years old. Her thirst for knowledge is ravenous, however, and her mental age is already above 20. Separated from others, her distrust of humans is the only blemish upon her soul. Enjoys interacting with nature and other people, but hates warfare with a passion. Far from a pacifist, though, she sees the existence of humans and their destruction of the environment as just a part of a natural cycle-one that's dealt her a cruel fate to fight against.

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