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I now send in my write in nomination for The Fight for Calxiyn

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I know there is a lot more to talk about than this but did anyone else try to keep Frank from being injured or killed and had to go back over and over and over again just to get it right? Is it just me?

Aaron listened to the questions, and began to answer in the order they were asked. She turned towards Caleb and had a soft smile, "Before you can gain the privileges of this existence, you must complete the stages of understanding and letting go of whatever ties you still to the Earth. To put it in visual terms, we call those ties holding you down 'anchors', and you will need each others' help in order to release them. Once everyone has lifted their anchors, then you can be away from everyone and everything if you choose."

The next question from Camilla caused Aaron confusion because usually people's illnesses go away after they die, but once everything clicked Aaron turned to Camilla and said, "Yes, they will go away. What you feel right now, or what all of you should be feeling right now, is an echo of how you died. Everyone has one, some more severe than others, but I promise they will go away. Technically speaking, the inability to breath because you were strangled to death, you don't need to breath. You don't need to eat. You don't need to sleep. Some people do it in memory of life on Earth, the most common of that being food, which is why I had it set up for anyone who wanted something." She motioned towards the tables and then continued, "But the memory of how you died stays and you feel those effects. But the more meetings you have, the more you lift your anchor, the less your echo should affect you. It will help eventually lead to everyone feeling at peace."

"I've got a question."

Aaron looked over at George, who looked more awake at this point and looked her straight in the eyes and asked, "What if we don't believe we should feel at peace?"
"Beg pardon?"
"I mean, is there a Hell? Somewhere where those deserving of eternal suffering go?"

Aaron blinked and explained, "There is no Hell. No one, no matter what they may have done, deserves to feel suffering for eternity... did you want to suffer for the rest of your existence? Did you want to go to this made up Hell humans created to scare people into conforming to a group ideology?"
"I just don't-" George cut himself off and let out a sigh, "Never mind."

Aaron blinked and then looked over at everyone else, "So are there any more questions?"​

>I'm the most insane user on kh-vids.

And I'm most likely to never be premium...

I don't think I can add more this is me too

George Froio stared at Rajesh for a moment when he'd handed him the card. He looked at it and saw the name. He looked upset for a moment before putting it in his pocket and following the group into the room.

The room that Aaron had led then to looked like a really fancy lounge. There were couches that adjusted based on an individual's preference, there was a table filled with snacks and drinks. It looked like it was trying its best to look welcoming, comforting, friendly.

The door behind her shut once everyone entered and it disappeared as well.

"Have a seat wherever you like, make yourselves comfortable."

Aaron herself did not take a seat however, she stood in the middle of an area the seats surrounded. Mainly because she figured it was a good spot. She didn't want to go off on a tangent yet, she figured the best thing she could do was fold her hands and say, "Now, does anyone have any questions that have them confused. Maybe something from the letter that confused them?" she paused for a moment and asked, "Maybe a question I missed that someone asked when we were heading in here?"​

I've actually been marathoning season 1 to prep for season 2 but to each his own I suppose.

America. According to @Calxiyn



made by @Skyheart

The answer is simple: whether you can or can't, are you able to hold your own in court when the tornado's family tries you for attempted murder or murder?

because I'm parts Cherokee, Choctaw, and Creek. 'scuse me for heredity.

Why is Eraqus so white

but if you take me down and demote me, I'll become a premium.

do you really want that?

Also that blue thing around the edges is happening on dark.



so basically I just posted stuff involving tabs

• Joshua
• Abi

• 
  
  
  Joshua finally got to the Inn, where they were expecting his arrival. He checked in, grabbed a couple tourist guides for the hell of it, and then he went into his room.
  
  When he went to walk in the room, he stopped and looked around. Something was up, he could feel it, and he didn't know why he had this feeling. He opened the door and walked in, bringing in a suitcase with him and pulling out his phone. He wasn't going to play a giant guessing game to get what he wanted, instead he started using some of his tech skills to get the last place the signal worked before it stopped.
  
  When he got it, he screencapped it, and then the actual gps gave up the signal and it was lost forever. Except of course for the screencap he just took. Joshua waited a few minutes, repatching his eye and adjusting other things. He had time, he wasn't going to sleep yet. He had a daughter to find.
  
  Joshua walked out of the room, locked it, and went back into the car. Fortunately since it was a motel he didn't have to worry too much about anything, and he didn't leave anything valuable in the room either. Using the screencap, Joshua started to drive to the last location.
  
  When he got there, he was near the coast. There were mansions and golf courses and that's when he realized this city was filled with some pretty damn rich people. Or families at least. Joshua parked the car to the side. He was keeping his lights off not to disturb people, and since his car was a more silent one anyway no one was going to hear him unless he drove way too fast or honked his horn.
  
  Joshua tried to see if he could get a more exact location when he felt that feeling again, and he realized what it was. He was being watched, or followed. It was the way it was eerily silent that seemed to give that impression. Joshua continued his estimations and then jumped when he got a phone call. He let out a sigh and answered it, "Todd?"
  
  "Your wife is literally five seconds away from calling an AMBER alert for your child."
  "You know she can't do that, I can't have her on public record. Do you know how hard it was to wipe her from collective memory? I can't afford an AMBER alert."
  "I get it Joshy, but I'm not tackling a 9 month pregnant woman. What do you want me to do?"
  
  Joshua held his head and thought about it before replying, "Look, I know he's still mad at me. But can you get Dan to at the very least wipe out anything besides what her name is and what she looks like?"
  "Why are you not ready to let Raven Sun in on the whole my daughter is telepathic thing?"
  
  "Todd." Joshua let out a sigh and continued, "Benjamin already knows. I just don't want the other members to know she exists."
  "Benjamin knows she has telepathy?"
  "No. But he knows she exists. And he'll know more is up if she appears on an AMBER alert and I don't need them coming after me because there's more to her than I'm letting on." Joshua was silent for a bit listening to Todd mumble a few things, then he asked, "How's mom doing?"
  "Oh she's still pissed at you."
  "Great."
  "Anyway, I'll call up Dan. He'll do it, you know he will. Call me if god forbid your little mission turns into something bigger."
  "Will do..."
  
  Joshua hung up the phone only to have that feeling of being followed return. He finally managed an exact location and decided it was probably best if he didn't park in front of the house. Joshua found a public parking area a little ways a way and he parked there. He hid his weapons like he normally did and shut off all signals that could have people track him. This meant losing his phone, but he could deal with that.
  
  When he got out of the car, he did his best to hide in the shadows. But the feeling still stayed.
  ​
• 
  
  Abi immediately noticed the lighting when she stepped in and she just looked up at it and sighed. She looked over at Tomas and asked quietly, "Are you up and alive over there, or are you asleep?"
  
  "I'm alive," came the quiet reply from the creature under the sheets. "Not asleep." Tomas gradually rolled under them to face Abi, but didn't look at her at all. Instead his eyes were downcast and his once happy domineer was now gone. "How did it go?" he quietly asked, figuring he knew the answer by now but wanted to talk as much as he could or listen to someone else talk.
  
  Abi thought about it for a moment before replying, "I don't really have a good answer to that question." She looked over at the table with solitaire, and since she was almost finished with the game anyway she decided to sit down and finish it up. She started playing it as she responded, "He pretty much told me 'don't rebel or others will suffer for it'. And since the only person in here who I'd actually care about whether or not they suffered is you, he's got me there. I mean, I'll find out what his definition of rebelling is sooner than I'd like, but at the very least I'm not picking locks anymore..." Abi put down the cards for a moment and questioned, "What about you?"
  
  The boy blinked in surprise when he heard what Abi said. She cared about him? Already? Tomas knew that he cared about her because he was lonely for so long and didn't want her to get hurt because of the crazy clan, but to be cared about back... He took in a breath, trying ease the heaviness on his chest he felt from the negative emotions that began to swell back in his mind. "The usual speech," Tomas said quietly, keeping his head low. "With the mixture of threats to my family's ranches... They told me a whole stock of cattle were going to be poisoned..." He trailed off, not sure what else to say. He didn't want Abi to become disheartened, but he was having a hard enough time picking himself up. "They told me if I get any ideas of my own, they'd do that and do something to you to discipline you too. They said if I acted up or let you act up, they would put me in isolation away from you..."
  
  He pulled the blanket tighter over his head, wishing that if he closed his eyes he would be whisked away elsewhere. But it wasn't going to be. 'I don't know how much more I can take,' he thought and then regretted it. His thoughts were not private anymore, they were exposed. "They're just going to punish us whenever they want to," he said, his voice shaking. "No matter what we do or say, they'll find something that's wrong. And then they'll make it worse..." He trailed off, shutting his mouth and rolling tightly in a ball on his bed, biting back tears again.
  
  Abi was quiet for a moment as she said almost in a questioning way, "Would they actually do that though? Would... they actually go and hurt our families?" She wondered seriously for a moment about this before she started thinking louder, 'They wouldn't... they have moral values right... they couldn't hurt a pregnant woman right? They...' Abi cut off her own thoughts and she walked over closer to Tomas' bed and she knelt down next to the bed and questioned, "Do you like... grapes?"
  
  Tomas rubbed his eyes, confused by the question as he peered up at Abi from his little sanctuary. "What...? Yeah... I guess so." He didn't want to answer Abi's other questions. He didn't know for himself if they actually did what they threatened they would do. He never had the guts to go against that. They showed him pictures of his father and mother going about their everyday lives here and there, something he knew they didn't take off the internet.
  
  "I like grapes too... they're juicy and sweet... sometimes I eat them off the vine. The seeds get annoying though, which is why I always tried to get no seeds." she smiled and continued, "I can go on with a laundry list of fruits that annoy me and confuse me, but I love them. What's your favorite fruit? Got one?"
  
  She was changing the subject, trying to distract him from the depression he felt in his heart. He suddenly realized this and took in a big breath, calming himself down. "I love blue berries... They're blue on the outside, but when you peel them back they're green... When you puree them, they're purple." He smiled a little, thinking about the metaphors behind that. "It's like... The fruit that wants to be unique even though it's named of a certain color. It tastes great with apple oatmeal, pancakes, muffins, when they're frozen... But if you get the tart ones, they're not so fantastic..." He shuddered at the thought. "My momma filmed me when I was a baby... I had blue berries all over my body, all on the high chair, and I wasn't even worried. I just smiled at the camera and just continued to draw pictures and smother more on myself." He chuckled, thinking of that family video he wished to see again someday. "So I guess... I liked them ever since before I learned how to talk."
  
  Abi was hoping at the very least her conversation was helping out... somehow. It wasn't necessarily something she wanted to talk about, but she was worried about all other ways she could have tried to cheer him up. If she talked about how they would get out of here some day it would end badly. If she tried any form of trying to tell Tomas that these guys were insane for their methods or try to diss them, she felt it would end badly. But she didn't know what they could do to them for talking about fruit... in a way, she realized doing this was obeying their wishes in some ways, and she hated herself for it. But she couldn't keep watching Tomas as depressed as he was.
  
  Abi thought about blueberries for a bit and replied, "That is strange isn't it...we called it its name just because of the skin color... it's the same with blackberries, they look black but when you squish them they're red... not sure what they look like pureed though... or rasp... raspberries? I don't think there's a color rasp..."
  
  "They look... kind of purple too when you blend them... Maybe even a dark reddish purple." Tomas let out a laugh when Abi mentioned rasp having its own color name and came out a little more from his protective shell. "Maybe we can make a color that has rasp as it's own name... that would be weird. Then again they made Grass Green crayons and Sky Blue ones too... Why not?" He looked up at Abi, admiring her as a younger peer in that moment. "You know, you're really strong Abi. I wish I was tough as you. I let people pick on me too much... You're not afraid to say what's on your mind."
  
  "I wouldn't wish that if I were you." Abi realized she said out loud a little too fast. She stood up and walked back over to the table, 'You can look all tough and seem so strong but in the end its just because I've stopped caring about everything.' she then spoke out loud, "Sometimes saying what's on your mind just gets you into more trouble. If you think before you say things it turns out a lot better. I just spew out whatever comes out at the moment." Abi then looked down at the game and sent her thought to Tomas, 'I spew out the stupid, and keep in the smart. Helps... deter people really. Like, I know my transitioning from thoughts to speak sounds really fluid, but that's because the only people I talked to... weren't people. They were animals. I talked to birds, dogs, cats, sharks... you know... the usual. I'm pretty sure the sharks are what gave me away.'
  
  Abi cleaned up her solitaire game and spoke out loud, "Being tough isn't what gets people to stop picking on you. It's the willingness to keep people out and stop caring about what they say... sometimes you should care what they say... sometimes..." Abi looked over at the falcon stuffed animal and then over at Tomas, "You.... you just need to work it out somehow."
  
  "You seem like you care though," Tomas said softly. He gradually sat up in bed again, watching as Abi moved around the room and cleaned up her game. He didn't mean to offend her if he did and chewed on his bottom lip nervously. "I... haven't thought about it like that before. Sometimes I think of things to say, and then I end up saying it too slowly so it never comes out anyways... My dad says I have a sharp but slow brain. Sharp cause I'm aware of people and I'm observant about surroundings... But not what they say or sometimes do. It takes me a while to get what they say and to remember not to say it out loud if it's coming from their head..."
  
  "Yeah... it took me a while to get that too..." Abi put the cards away and then she looked over at Tomas, "I messed up a lot with that, but my dad pulled me out of classes before it got too bad... I don't know if it happens for you but the way I can tell if it's a voice in someone's head is if there's a slight pressure on my forehead." she pointed and massaged a part above her right eye, "Right here. If I feel that pressure I know it's someone's thoughts. I still mess it up from time to time, and when I have a headache I can never tell. I think my worst days with it are the days I have my headaches, purely for that reason alone."
  
  "I feel kind of a buzz in my head, like... kind of like a toned down cellphone vibration. " Tomas pointed to the middle of his forehead. "Here... what gives you headaches?" he asked innocently.
  
  Abi looked at Tomas a little confused, "I'm not sure what you mean, you mean like... other than the headache's you get when you're sick?" Abi scratched her head and remembered the worst times a headache was provoked and the consecutive times where it happened intentionally, and she shook her head, "I don't really want to talk about it."
  
  "Okay, that's okay." Tomas didn't want to press any further, but he was grateful that Abi distracted him for a few moments from what had happened in office with Devin... At least he remembered his name being that. He wasn't sure.
  
  Soon the oak door opened, and a couple of hooded people brought in food trays, setting them just outside of the cell for Abi and Tomas to grab. It was meatloaf with mash potatoes and creamy brown gravy with mix vegetables, and ice water in a plastic cup. On the side, there was a small treat for either one of them; a small bowl of grapes was on one, and a small bowl of blueberries was on another.
  
  Tomas stood up and wandered over, seeing the different bowls of fruit. "Hey... There's grapes on one tray, and blueberries on another..." He looked over his shoulder to Abi before he bent down and picked up the one with the blueberries and placed it at the table, waiting for Abi to get her tray.
  
  Abi walked over and got her tray and brought it over, and she wasn't talking or responding. Outside expressions may have indicated she was neutral in feelings, but she was beyond pissed off at the fact they gave grapes and blueberries. They were trying to please them, and since they just had a discussion about fruit and how she mentioned grapes and Tomas said his favorite was blueberries, they decided to try and do a gesture that was apparently trying to be a friendly gesture, or at least a pleasing gesture. After all, the man was asking about things she would have liked in the cell, and here was something to try and show her that if she behaved or wanted something, she'd get it. And man did she hate it.
  
  At least the nasty green shake was gone. Abi grabbed on of the grapes and ate it and then drank some water before saying, "Yeah, I love treats as much as the next dog." She tossed a grape in the air and caught it with her mouth and chewed it up before continuing, "But hey, blueberries. You must be happy."
  
  "I guess..." He sat down at the table, not sure whether to touch them or not. He poked at them before settling in on the main course, choosing to eat the mash potatoes first above everything else. 'It's still really creepy that they listen to everything,' he sent to Abi in his mind. 'And watch everything too...' He sighed out, scooping some of the mixed veggies with the mash potatoes and gravy to make it easier to eat. They really had no privacy in this place. He forgot what it was like to have his own space without being micromanaged, let alone have his own thoughts to himself. 'One of them told me once that now I know what it's like when I read other people all the time... But I try to give them space, I really do. This is ridiculous though...'
  
  Abi ate a couple of bites of mashed potatos responding, 'This isn't what it's like at all. This is more along the lines of psychotic stalking more than mind reading... just saying.' Abi took another sip of her water and then grabbed a couple of grapes and squeezed them so the juice went into the water. She stirred it up with her spork and then took a sip before continuing, 'Of course they're gonna listen to everything. If they didn't they wouldn't be on top of us. It's how they psyche you out.'
  
  'True...' Tomas picked at his meatloaf, knowing that they would get on his case if he didn't eat everything on his plate. The waterboarding still had him queasy. He did almost throw up his breakfast after that, but managed to keep it down. Now it felt like his stomach was full, but he knew he hadn't eaten anything for a while since then. Carefully, he took a small bite of meatloaf, chewing on it and forcing his mentality to take it as it was.
  
  Tomas stuck his spork in his meatloaf and pulled it out again before cutting off another piece to eat it. "They give you medicine... If you're contagious, they put you in isolation until it's completely gone. And they keep doing blood tests until it's disappeared all together." A couple more bites, and he was finished with the meatloaf. He started to eat the blueberries, resenting the fact he had to eat everything off his plate irregardless how he felt or how his mentality was at the moment.
  
  Abi turned around back towards Tomas and responded out loud since he did, "You really aren't good at the whole mind reading vs speaking out loud thing huh?" Abi went back over to the table and sat down so she was still sitting with him, 'Are you alright?'
  
  Tomas paused, realizing that he had slipped up again. He was getting so used to Abi and her thoughts that the buzz in his head almost felt normal. He kept his head down, picking at the blueberries one at a time and chewing on them. 'I'm not really hungry...' he replied simply, keeping his words in check to make sure he said them in his head and not out loud.
  
  'Hm... I guess me eating your food is not an option?' Abi tried to figure out some solution but there wasn't exactly something she could do. She went to stretch her arms with the intent to pop them right after she shouted, "****!" her eyes were widened and she grabbed her shoulders and responded, "I keep doing that, I keep forgetting because the pain meds worked, and then I go and stretch them and hurt myself again. I'm just... ugh it's been a long day... night... what time is..." she trailed off and whispered, "It doesn't matter..."
  
  

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Kaida had been kind of watching the scene from a distance and had finally come forward enough to hear the conversation when Goofy was talking about Max. Karina and Glen had a back and forth for a moment before Kaida spoke up, "Um... actually..." The blonde realized for a moment she hadn't introduced herself, "Oh man, I'm sorry. I'm Kaida. It's nice to meet you Goofy. And actually, I've met a Max before. Um..." Kaida started motioning out everything she described, "He looked like you, but shorter, a little lankier. Long ears, same nose as you. He definitely rides a skateboard. How long have you been looking for him?"