Ui spotted Art walking away from the tent, so she called out to him,"I would suggest that you don't walk alone, there's someone on some kind of rampage nearby." She finished sketching wings in her book and looked at Art. Her golden eyes seemed to pierce him as she walked toward him with graceful steps.
Ui blinked at him, examining him for a minute before adding,"Are you going somewhere?" Her voice was quiet and emotionless, like everything else about her. She even died silently. Since some people in the Karnival thought she was an angel, she wanted to be a scapegoat for everyone else. So she started to make herself look more "angel-like," by starting with the wings.

The carnival always seemed to play with his head. He knew there were people nearby, doing god only knew what, but the only sounds he could hear were the pounding of his heart and the magnified sound of his footsteps. It teased him in a way he couldn't explain, and it put a snarl on his lips. There were so many things he wished he could do here, but he was absolutely trapped.

He became so lost in his thoughts and the dull thud of his footsteps he was almost caught off guard by the stranger that approached. Moments before she spoke he spotted her motion in the corner of his eye and before a single syllable was out he had whirled around to face her. At first his expression was wild, a reflection of his rampant paranoia, nostrils flared and lips curled to reveal yellowed teeth. There was something in her voice, though, that eased him just enough to appear civilized.

Art straightened up and brushed the dirt off his clothes, taking a wary glance at his surroundings to make sure nobody else was nearby before letting his focus fall on the girl. With a nervous chuckle he waved hi, forcing the closest thing to a pleasant smile he could muster on his face. The mistrust was blatant in his expression, but at least he tried.

"Oh. Um. Er. Hello." As soon as the wave was done he shoved his hands deep in his pockets and took another quick glance around. "I appreciate the warning, but isn't there kind of always someone on a rampage around here? I'm lucky if I spent ten minutes without someone trying to stab me, shank me, drown me, decapitate me or any other sort of death-related...er, thing." Another nervous laugh.

As she walked towards Art, he felt compelled to stare into those wide golden eyes. Even so, for each step she made he took one back, every muscle tensed. He had long learned to distrust even the nicest face. "Going somewhere? Me? No! I'm just, well, walking! Some people do that, you know. Get some fresh, er, graveyard, deathy air in my lungs." He gave an overenthusiastic thumbs up.

After a few more seconds of backing up a very serious look came over him. "Listen, if you're here to kill me can you give me a few more minutes at least? I just finished dying a few minutes ago and I was hoping to at least get a little peace before it happened all over again. I'd really appreciate it."

He couldn't stop looking into those eyes...so peculiar. A shiver went down his spine. Well, whatever was wrong with her, he didn't want to know.

Ui cocked her head slightly,"Kill you? Why would I do that?" She saw Art take a few steps back, so she took some steps forward,"I'm just warning you about Clone, she looks a lot like me, just with red eyes." Giggling was heard behind Ui as she turned around, Clone was standing a few feet away.

"Oh Ui, you made a new friend? How sweet, looks like I'll have to kill this one as well!" The blades were caked with blood from the last victims Clone had killed. Clone charged forward, so the most people could see was a flash a white.

"Hand Sonic, Version 2." The blade became longer and thinner, she pushed Art back a bit and deflected Clone's attack easily,"Run," She said quietly as Clone charged again, her red eyes cold and bloodthirsty. Flashes of white and sparks from when the blades collided were seen as Ui and Clone fought, neither side having an effect on the other.

Well, at least one of us is amused. Ark thought bitterly to himself as the girl took more steps forward.

He tried to think of a way to answer her question, lips pursed, body still ready to spring away at any instant, and when he finally did he let out a soft 'aha!' "When you were...alive - I'm going to assume you were, despite how absolutely weird you are - did you ever watch horror movies? Kids are just inherently creepy. I know you're not a kid or anything, but you're at that threshold of absolute creepy in a land where every time I turn my back I get stabbed. Give me a break if I don't trust you at first, okay?"

Of course, she got his focus right after she used the word warning. She got it very fast. The giggling helped, though. At first he thought it was the girl, still amused by the way he kept back in fear, but of course it was nothing so nice. He looked at the source of the noise and at the sight his hand immediately went for the pocket knife.

Just what I needed, he thought, freaky demon twins. I'm going to die. Again. A soft moan escaped his lips against his will as he realized how true those words were. For what seemed the millionth time he was doomed.

This had to be hell.

His eyes were as wide as saucers as the red eyed one charged him, and his pocket knife was out to defend himself even though he knew it was useless. The golden eyed one blocked her near identical assailant, but he was still frozen in fear. Every ounce of his body was quivering as adrenaline pounded through his system, the powerful metallic taste filling his mouth, his heartbeat the only sound for miles around. Fight or flight was kicking in, but his body hadn't chosen which option to take.

The decider was the girl. She screamed at him to run, and without a moment's waste he practically screamed, "Don't mind if I do!" and scrambled away. Perhaps not gracefully, but away nonetheless. Cowering like an animal he hid behind a nearby tent, poking his head around to watch the conflict after adjusting his glasses.

Ui saw that the fighting they she was doing was useless, so she decided to use the wings she put in earlier. As Clone got ready to charge again, Ui's back sprouted wings. This made her faster and, though she couldn't fly with them, it made her look more like an angel. Clone scowled, and as Ui stabbed her, taking away her life, she disappeared in a puff of red smoke and a small scream. Ui let out a breath as some demon kids pointed at her, looking scared.
"Hey look!"
"It's the Angel!"
"Run! She's going to get rid of us!" The kids ran in different directions as Ui turned to look at them. She sighed, and her wings disappeared,"Hey, if you're still here, its safe now you know...."

Art could hear his teeth chattering as he watched the combat. He wasn't sure what this girl's angle was, but she had to be saving him for some reason, and he wasn't going to play along. The last thing he wanted to do was be involved with someone who he couldn't even talk to for five minutes without someone she knew showing up to stab him. Understandably, it was out of his comfort zone.

Then she sprouted wings. Oh, goody. She wasn't weird enough already. Of course she had to grow wings. What the hell is wrong with this place?

After checking behind him for any signs of movement - he was in the clear for now - he found himself leaning in closer to the combat. At least the one that doesn't want to shank me is winning, he thought. That tiny relief didn't relax him much, though. He still clutched the tent so tight his knuckles were white. Even when it was all over he didn't relax, hunched over and peering out curiously to see what would happen next.

The weird angel girl asked him to get out of his hiding spot, and for a second his body refused to leave. What if this was part of a scheme? What if she was going to stab him in the back? Worse yet, what if she was going to torture him all day before letting him die? There were thousands of ways trusting someone else could go wrong, especially in a place like this.

But she did save his life. And she didn't try to kill him yet. He supposed he owed her just a bit for what she did. (But not much. There was no way he was going to put genuine effort into a world where he spent half his time painfully regenerating.)

When he motivated himself to exist his hiding spot the familiar pain of his wound was almost gone thanks to the powerful adrenaline rush. Art licked the roof of his mouth, trying to rid himself of the taste he found so atrocious, and gave the girl another wave. "Nice work, I guess.

"It's not every day I get saved by weird chicks with wings, you know? What I'm trying to say is, well, um," he rubbed he back of his neck and let out a breath of air he hadn't realized he was holding in the silence as he tried to think of the words to express his thoughts coherently, "I guess I owe you one. That was harder to say than it should have been, but there it is."

Avoiding meeting her eyes he kicked the dirt, biting his lip, shoulders hunched like a rotten child forced to apologize. "So, yeah. Just give me the word and I'll find something to do for you." To be honest he already regretted having said what he did, but it was too late to take back. What was the worst that could happen, anyway?

That thought was immediately followed by images of him being tortured, begging for mercy, screaming, only to be killed and waking up to that scenario repeating for the rest of eternity. His nose wrinkled and he reminded himself to never think that question again.

Ui thought for a bit at his offer,"Would you mind accompanying me to get some food?" She asked,"I don't mind if you don't want to." She looked at the ground, kicking a pebble,"I usually do things alone anyway, since most people hate me...." She turned around and headed for the big tent, not bothering to wait for Art's answer since he was probably going to say no anyway.

An all-too-familiar frown forced its way onto his face as he tried to register her request. He had been expecting something epic, such as finding an escape from this place, or perhaps something horrible, such as letting her gut him. At the least he expected something interesting. Never in his right mind would he have guessed this girl, this girl with golden eyes and angel wings and a crazy twin, would just want to sit down and have someone to eat with.

It was almost charming, in a pathetic sense.

Against his better judgment he was going to agree - a deal was a deal, after all - but she continued to speak. In fact, she was acting like he had declined her in a heartbeat. True, he had wanted to, but he really felt like he owed her something for what she had done. There may not have been much honor inside Artemas, but there was enough to repay something as important to him as a few spare minutes without some sort of horrible punishment.

She kept going on, too, until she finally started walking away. His jaw dropped and for a few moments he stood absolutely still as he wrapped his mind around the situation. Was she crazy? She had to be, to survive in such a place, but she seemed out of place even here. No wonder nobody liked her here. She was nice, and it made Art more uncomfortable than the most severe of threats. He told himself it simply meant she was hiding something, and from there his curiosity went wild. Even if he had decided to stay behind when she wandered off, now he was following. Maybe he could get some dirt on this strange girl.

"Hey, wait up!" He called as he ran to her side. When he got there he was out of breath, his lungs aching and the blood spreading around the ever present gunshot wound, ruining more of his shirt. "Sure, yeah, of course I'll go eat with you. I don't know what all that self-hating nonsense is about, but I toldja I owed you, so here I am! Repaying!" His arms spread out wide and a big, fake grin came on his face. "Aren't you glad?

"Anyway..what's on the menu?"

Ui turned her head to him and blinked in surprise,"I didn't think you would accept that, I bet you were expecting something more bigger...." He was either sane or just plain stupid. She turned back to the big tent,"Anything you can eat, the most edible thing you can eat is the Mappo Tofu, but that's really spicy." She went into the tent and sat at a table, picking up the menu.
"I'm taking the Mappo Tofu, which do you like?" She asked.
[*trying to keep up with the uber literacy* my head hurts from thinking :(]

((Awww i hope Blue comes i have not Rp all day! TT_TT ))

With a quiet nod, Lacy closed her eyes. "I'm sorry." She laughed nearly inaudibly as her eyes stayed focused on her hands now resting gracefully in her lap. "I should never have done anything or even laid a hand on you." Lacy apologized and stood, wobbling on one leg as she reached for a seed on her countertop, chewing it thorougly before swallowing and returning to her seat on the table-like bed. "That's going to help make the new leg attach to me better." Lacy explained before shutting up again.

he nodded a bit and started to speak "can you get back to the bed now? i need to finish it " Kameshe said getting his needle and his shaking hands started to calm down and he was able to look up "I'm good now...all the funny feelings are gone now " he told her as he got back on the bed readying himself. This time he did not hate her for being so apologetic but he was getting back to normal as he waited for her to get back on the bed and reattach her

OoC;

I don't need you to be at my level, don't worry!
Really, don't get intimidated by me or anything. I hate when I do that. >.>

BiC;

She looked at him surprised, and he couldn't help but let out a scoff. What did she think he was, a cut throat? Sure, Art had done his fair few bad, cruel and illegal deeds, but never to someone so young. Never to a girl. There were some standards he made sure to keep up, even if it would kill him. (Actually, it had here at the carnival a couple times. He would rather not think back on those, though.)

"Expecting more?" Laughter erupted from him. Genuine laughter, coming out in loud barks. If he had a choice he would have held it in - he always thought he had a silly laugh - but she had caught him so off guard it had escaped. As soon as he could control himself he quelled the mirth. "Of course! Typically people don't take you to lunch after saving your life, let alone consider it payment. I may have said this before, but did you know you're weird? I mean, really weird?" A shrug. "Not that I mind, so long as you're not the sort of weird that makes a hobby of cutting off my hands. Just putting that out there."

He had his hands deep in his pockets, his fist gripping his folded pocket knife tightly. As they entered the tent his body hunched, leg muscles tensed in preparation for running and his eyes swiveled out looking for any sign of danger. No crazy axe murderers were visible, so he let himself relax. A little, anyway. Although Art did his best to put on a calm facade his teeth were aching from how tight they were ground together as they sat to eat.

Taking the menu in his hands, he winkled his nose. "Tofu? So you're a vegetarian, too, or do you just really like tasteless goop?" After a quick scan over the menu he decided his stomach was still too upset from the threat over his life for any sort of solid. "I'll probably just get some water, but if it's poisoned I swear to god when I come back to life I'll be cracking some heads." Licking his lips to gesture how thirsty he was, he idly began to pick at the table to keep his mind off the surroundings. He felt like he was about to have a panic attack.

Relax, Art, he thought as he forced himself to take a deep breath of air, don't kill yourself. There's enough people looking to do that already.

The silence from his lunch mate did little to ease his nerves, and his foot began tapping the ground erratically. For a few minutes he did this, glancing around and failing to keep his fidgeting under control, then suddenly he leaned forward towards the girl and held out his hand.

"We never introduced, did we? I'm Art. Short for Artemas, but I swear to god if you call me that I'll turn as crazy as that red-eyed witch we ran into, so just Art."

Lacy gave a sigh and jumped back on the bed. "Okay go ahead" She smiled and stretched out a little. Before closing her eyes, Lacy leaned back against a supporting pole and yawned. "Is it going to hurt?" She asked a little sheepishly.

((Soooooo sorry it's so lame!)))

"to me it never dose but then again 'im me" he said to her wile sewing her up his mind started to come back. He was just about finished when his 'normal' state of mind came back in. Kameshe was a bit convoused on what he was doing when that happened but then kept going until he finished "OK i'm done" he said to her in a dry and plain voice not as pleasant as his soft voice that said nice things and got scare easily

((its ok it really late ))

Lacy noticed the change in his voice and nodded, lips pursed. "I understand. Thank you for your help." She said dryly, standing and adjusting to her new appendige(sp). She muttered something she made sure he didn't hear before shuffling around her supplies and tossing a vile of grey paste at him. "Here, it suits you." Lacy started before turning back to him, a dry smile on her lips as her voice remained stotic. "Kidding. It'll help you keep your emotions in control."

Kameshe looked over at her strangely "what are you talking about?...wait yeah i felt weird after you calmed me down...yeah give me that" he said taking the vile of paste and looking down at it This sounds...bad...i dont want to mess my self up he thout as he put it in his pocket and smiled a bit "thank you i should be getting out of here then..."

((Gotta sleeeeeeeep!))

((Then go sleep. xD you know when I'll be on tomorrow))

With another nod, Lacy kept her head turned away from him. "Of course. Do as you'd like." She shrugged and tried to organize all of her supplies again. It sort of hurt. One second she'd attacked him, then he fixed his mistake, then he was dry and cranky again. What was wrong with him? ((OooOoOOh alliteration.)) Lacy grunted and rolled her eyes, trying to distract herself.

"No I'm not, it's just one of the most edible things here." Ui replied, Why was he making fun of her? Had he gone insane from staying in this world so far? She looked up at him when he introduced himself.
Ui took his hand and shook it slowly,"I'm Ui, pleased to meet you Art." A small smile crept it's way up to her face, which Ui dismissed and ate at her sizzling food in front of her. She didn't seem to be affected by the extreme spiciness of the dish, which was odd.

"Oh." Well, at least she wasn't rediculously kind. If he found out she was a vegetarian he wouldn't have understood how she survived two steps in a place like this. With that ridiculous sword thingy, and those wings, too, a small voice at the back of his head reminded him, too bad you're too thick to get something. You're out-manned by a sixteen year old girl. Hope you're proud of yourself.

At least her handshake wasn't very firm. It brought back enough of his masculinity and pride to keep him from walking away right there. She introduced herself in that atrociously polite and quiet way and immediately questions arose. The first of which he said out loud:

"Ui? Tell me, Ui, where in the world does someone have to be born to have a name like yours?" It was more eloquent than the way it was worded in his head. What kind of stupid name is Ui? He didn't have to be angelic like she apparently did, but some manners were in order. True, he had to keep reminding himself to avoid blurting something insulting, but the fact that he did resist that urge remained. She earned it.

The glass of water was placed before him, and almost as soon as the glass touched his lips it was empty and he was asking for another one. This happened every time he died. When he came back he was as dry as a desert, and he could drink water for hours if they let him. Never did he notice until the glass of water was before him, either. Typically he was too busy focused on his nicotine cravings, or in some cases the imminent death that promised to put him right back where he had come from moments before. There was an eerie routine to life around here, now that he thought about it. Sure it was a bit more bleak and gory, but definitely more predictable as far as events went than his old life.

After his sixth glass of water he decided to get back into conversation. After wiping his mouth off with his arm he spoke. "So, Ui, I feel like I need to ask: what's with the wings? That's one of the big contributors to your weird factor, I think."

Was that rude? It was rude, wasn't it? He internally kicked himself for being so socially incapable, just like always. That was why he never went anywhere in life.

"I don't know where, when I got here that was the name I remembered....." She replied quietly, taking another bit of her food. She looked down at her food, and refused to make eye-contact with Art. She sighed at his next question, he seemed really curious to know everything. But, being Ui, she answered it truthfully.
"I'm trying to be a scapegoat for everyone else, like someone people can put their hate on...." She whispered,"Since they're stuck here forever they might as well hate someone...." She continued eating her food until she was at her last bite.

Kameshe walked out of the tent and sighed "this whole time i was sppote to be at the booth...well at least i had that time off" he said as he walked on to his booth setting things up as he looked down at he vile of paste. As Kameshe felt the glass of the vile how will i take this stuff...do i rub it on myself or something like that? he asked in his head. He Also wountered about what it would really do to his feelings...he never noticed anything like that he seemed fine to him "I wounder, have i been this out of touch with myself? Maybe i should just get destroyed and come back with a new body...or a least the same body without all of the sewed up parts" Kameshe said as the kids started to line up

((Hmmm we need a plot plot. RIght now everyone's just wandering around and we're not doing much except going in circles))

((we kinda do now that i have thout about it!))

(im mostly putting clone in every few posts, but what else? have them try to escape the Karnival?)