...

He's gone. Mewtwo's gone. He's left me behind to find himself. I don't understand... why does my heart hurt so much? He lied to me and... he kept me blinded. And yet...



Maybe it's for the best. I only hope that he can be happy now. Maybe he will find peace, at last.

But what do I do now that... his part of my life is over? This is both the ending and the beginning of a chapter. I will simply move forward now. I am no longer his belonging or his student; I am free to do as I please. And so I will.

Kotarou-san needs me. I'll stay by his side.


((Following the end of Mewtwo Strikes Back. Rob, if this isn't okay, just kick me and I'll take it down.

To explain the lack of honorifics, she doesn't use them when she thinks no one's looking/when it's just her and other demons, as she isn't truly Japanese. It's not her true manner of speaking.))

Hola, ducks!

We finally have official mascots of the Olympic Games and I wanted to show you them. The first one is Cobi, he is a Catalan Sheepdog in cubist style, Javier Marical (he has a strange imagination) created it inspired by Picasso (he was such a passionate man too) and Velazques (More serious that Pablo and a way more religious, but always an interesting person to talk with.) We also created an animated series.
( It's a dog...really. )
Oh, I nearly forgot...I need to worldhop a small bunny to London, year 1940, can someone help me please?

Arthur I have a present for you, guess what is it!

[ooc: Spain is as subtle as a brick . Ref here and here]

[A little dreamily,] Did any of y'all ever notice how bright colors are?


((OOC: all replies voice. 8) She's not high, I swear.))

It's been a while since I've posted here, hasn't it? I see that there are quite a few more people than were here last as well .. and I guess that's a good thing when you come wanting advice, huh? I'm Mahoney, to those of you that don't know me .. and I know I really don't know any of you well, but still, an outsiders' opinion would very much be appreciated right now..

Do .. do any of you ever question if you're doing the right thing with your life? What I mean is .. do you ever think that there is something else you who be better suited for? Something that, perhaps, you wanted to do when you were growing up; or even that you were really good at?

I .. I only ask, because I had a bit of an incident at the shop today. Well, not really an incident; that makes it sound like it's such a bigger deal than it is, you know?

I was ringing up a man's purchases today and he happened to recognize me from school. We spoke for a few minutes and he asked me if I was still playing the piano. I said that yes, I was, and he seemed quite pleased by this. He asked where I was playing and I told him that I was playing at home and he seemed embarrassed to have brought it up. He said that I had always played so well and that I 'had just been so talented with my gift.'

He left after that, but the conversation stuck with me and I admit that it was embarrassing to me as well. He's not the first one that has seemed disappointed to find me working in a toy shop and not working on my musical composing. Honestly .. I'm a bit disappointed with myself.

This isn't to say that I don't adore Mr. Magorium and the toy shop! I do, really! But .. I can't help but wonder if I've gone the wrong course in life .. that if I focused only on my music I would be where others expect me to be.

[voice only] C'mon, ya stupid thing .. If I gotta get on the floor ta make this .. AHAH! [an unsteady image clicks on and wavers, unfocused] I gotta do all the work around here, don't I? [the image wavers a bit more before clearing completely]

HIIIIIIIIIi~~~ [she beams brightly and waves]

Did ya miss me? I know I ain't been around too much of late, but ya know how it is .. Ya get inta a fight with a broad that can fling fire .. ya end up at Gotham General and then they toss ya inta Arkham without a by ya leave. [she sniffs and pouts] I had ta sit in that dingy ole cell for nearly two weeks before I got busted out!

[she gets all misty eyed] But ya know who busted me out? [happy sigh] My Puddin'.. Yeah .. ya heard me right .. Mistah J still loves me. [she wriggles around a bit, celarly thrilled at this] He said somethin' about gettin' out stinky ole Clayface, but I guess he needed him too, ya know? Just ta know my Puddin' still loves me .. [she sighs again before grinning brightly] I mean, what guy will bring ya to the zoo ta help bust a girls' babies outta hock, huh?

[from the background a new voice]

Harley? I thought you were making Daddy a sandwich ..?

Anyhoo, I'm back and beautiful as always! [preens in front of the camera] I mean .. I got a bit beat up that last go 'round, but it ain't nothin' big .. a few scars here an' there ain't goin' ta stop ole Harley! HAH!

[the same voice, but louder, and definitely more demanding]

HARLEY!!! Daddy is getting IMPATIENT...

[she glances in the direction of his voice, hollering back] Just a sec, Puddin'!!! [she turns back to the camera again] So .. what have I missed, huh? Anybody die while I was away? [she pulls out a tissue and wipes non-existent tears away] I'm a great boo-hoo'er, ya know?

Blackout? Starscream? I know I told you both to have fun, but when it starts to create suspicion on an island of less than 200 people you may want to reign it in a little.

Right now.


(( I'm sorry this took so long guys >.>; We can include action-spammy fun~? ))