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Old 12-10-2013, 04:14 PM

Seems we have a guest. The other spoke before the man even entered the room. Glancing up, he recognized the man as Sycom. He was asked which side was in control at the moment, which brought about a bit of a laugh from Kanra. He stood, leaning down to grasp the handle of the blade. "Which would you prefer?" he muses, knowing the answer already. He turned to face him, the smile never leaving his face. Berserker had fallen silent, probrably watching how things would play out for the moment. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he gave a mock but playful bow, before hopping back onto the bed behind him. His eyes were still on the other though, for he was curious as to why the visit. Perhaps his little visitwith the doctor had spread. He doubted it thougb, there was another reason for this guy to behere. Perhaps things were beginning to heat up as Berserker hadsaid. He had no reason to worry, not for now with this guy. Though holding a blade was probrably going to be seen as abit of the oposite. He sat it down upon the bed, laying back with his arms once more behind his head. It was not in his hand, but within range...though he had no intention of using it and the other probrably knew that. He awaited the responce to his questions, though he was also a bit curious as to why Berserker had not spoken up within his head at this point.

Was he really so curious as to stay silent? Perhaps this was a game of his as well. Fine by Kanra. He kept his smile, it was hard to let it go, since this was both ammusing that the other would visit, as well as something to peek his curiosity and add to his game with Berserker. What could be the reason for this visit? A riddle only one could truly answer, but it was always fun to guess. Perhaps we are going ro be allowed out of this prison soon to have some real fun.. Berserker finally spoke up, causing Kanra's excitement to bubble even more. He couldn't wait much longer for an answer. He could feel it from the other as well, inside him...the intrest and excitement at the thought of potentially being allowed to go out...to do something other than sit here and play house all day in a place that was more of a prison. Training and test were usually all of what his current days were like. Would they finally be able to put their skills to the test?