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It'd be a wonder for anyone to show up in the R&D Food Court so early. Would the public be so impatient that they'd skip their own breakfast just to have it there? A dark skinned chef questioned this himself as he sat out the morning spread. He had been working for the R&D group for years, and even had them allow him to bring his son to work to show him the work of a chef aswell. His son, though young, showed plenty of promise for the business. His technique was getting closer and closer to his Father's, and the older man could not have been prouder. However, there were times to praise one's own and then times to buckle down and focus on the job. This was one of those moments as the doors opened and the public started to pile through in waves. It seemed his theories were correct. Impatience was written all over their face... No matter what time of day it was, people would get hungry.
The man gave a wide smile as he made his way back into the kitchen. He was more than ready to take the countless orders coming his way if people were not content with the breakfast spread before them. Though, he was positive if someone were looking for a certain dish, they'd find it. Of course, if it was a breakfast food and not something you'd have for lunch or dinner. Even he was picky about such a thing. But was this the time to be thinking about this? No! The battle was truly on!
And truly the battle would be on, as a special individual made their way through the crowd in hopes of grabbing a bite themselves...
Posts : 2047 Join date : 2014-10-28 Location : In my own madness.
15 year old Calabus was dressed in a pair of form fitting black skinny jeans, a red half shirt that revealed her well toned belly, and a simple black jacket to finish the look. Her usual footwear – a pair of comfortable boots – covered her feet and thud lightly across the concrete ground she walked upon. Despite her age, the young lady was not accompanied by her parents as she carried herself with a professional air as she moved through the early morning crowds with ease as she looked around the grounds with gleaming eyes. Her mission for being here was simple. She wanted to hear about the new technologies being released both to keep herself at the front edge of her private trade and also to see if any of the said technologies would be impacting her family business.
Yes, she was indeed here with a mission in mind; however, before she could perform any sort of mission she needed to get some caffeine and food in her body. With her computer bag/purse slung over her shoulder, the girl would follow the crowds of hungry and sometimes grumpy people into the food court area. The usual chaos of people making orders, talking, and children whining filled her ears as she entered the familiar domain. It was kind like back home although her business was quite different from the food industry here. Even so she found herself settling easily among the crowds as her eyes scanned the choices before her. And man what a choice she had!
“No way!” she would whisper to herself as her eyes took in all the choices she had. Everything from the common to the exquisite was available to her making the choice of what she wanted to eat kind of hard to determine…
That was until she saw the bread vendor and with that gourmet bagels. Oho! Now that was something she could not turn down. Wandering over the line that led up to that divine place of food, she would attempt too scan the menu; however, the dude in front of her decided now was a good time to put his kid on his shoulder and in a nut shell distracted her from the menu. That little girl and her bright smile, she was adorable! Unable to look away, she would grin back at the kid who was looking at her. Giggling, the kid turned away before with that same goofy grin on her face, she would looked back at the young woman once more. Not one to decline a small game, Calabus would make a silly face at the kid causing the kid to laugh harder than before.
Naturally, her father turned slightly to see what was going on, but seeing it was only a young lady being friendly, he would shake his head slightly with a smirk as he looked up at his kid before refocusing on the line.
Apparently, he was okay with his kid playing with/bothering strangers. Fine by her. At least she had some entertainment while she waited to get her bagel.
"..And that's why they say Fish are Friends, not Food! Haha, get it?" The Tormented One was hanging off the side of an older man who was scratching his head in confusion. "Uh.. Wait what? You just randomly came up to me and asked if Fish was on the menu. What are you talking about?" He was obviously confused on what just happened and he was sidetracked from his job. The man was to be maintaining the spread but this strange Cat Boy had other plans. Was he deliberately trying to confuse him for some reason? By the time he had formulated an adequate question for the weird cosplayer, the boy was gone. Almost like he was there one second and gone the next. Was he even there in the first place?
The Tormented One was now on the other side of the Food Court, walking beside two females that were conversing about the big reveal. One had a hashbrown in their hand, and the other held a drink picked up from the various stands. As they conversed, the Tormented One took a nonchalant bite from her hashbrown. He then spun on his heels to the other young woman and took a full gulp from her drink. It was like they couldn't see him. No, more like they weren't acknowledging him at the least.
The strange 'cosplayer's' ears twitched as his attention went over to a young woman making faces at a child. In a blink of an eye, he was suddenly there, peering over her shoulder. The Tormented One began to poke her cheek a few times in curiosity. From her perspective, it would have seemed like he appeared out of nowhere. He was an oddity that could be seen, yet could not. One second he could be there, and the next gone. What was he really? Whatever the case, he was waiting for the night. Playing with the humans until then was his only option.
"Ufufufu! Such a strange face. Make it again for me. Were you playing a game with that child? I love games!"
"Not a bad place," Touko would remark to herself as she walked through the R&D facility's hallways with her suitcase in hand.
The displays were quite impressive, showcasing the creativity and potential that Humanity had. They were spectacular eye-candy for the uninitiated and those who lacked the actual know-how to bring these results to fruition. But, with all this spectacular veneer, it hid that human potential could be a path of its own undoing. The former Velvet Attendant wasn't here for that. There were other days to brood over nihilism and worry about her business, but today really wasn't the day. The place was full of cheer and excitement, making it really hard to do so anyway.
~Touko Aono: Five Years Ago~
It was a shame that the entire place was a "no-smoking" zone. Getting caught by the authorities ruined the mood for her, if only temporarily. But at least the Food Court was just as impressive to make up for it with its wide variety of choices on the menu. It was going to take a while as she was just scanning down the French cuisine column out of faint interest.
Something caught the corner of her eye. There was something odd going around as she continued to be witness of some cat-boy-girl-thing going around having the time of his life at the expense of two others. The strangest thing was no one seemed to really notice. Or was that the right word here? Were they actually not acknowledging him? There was something fishy about it. So she continued to watch with some interest as this individual was accosting a young girl.
Calabus was enjoying herself as she and the kid had gone into a game of face making as the line slowly trudged forward; however, the game would come to an end as the little girl became distracted after a while and turned away as she focused on something else. Not really minding it, the young woman would continue to smile a bit until something unexpected happened.
The sensation was so random and unexpected that at first the young woman didn’t react, but then as the sensation was repeated. She would blink as her mind registered that something was actually touching her. Turning in the direction of the poke, she would find herself face-to-face with a strange face. Violet eyes, hair of an odd shade of blonde…and cat ears.
For a split second, she would give the other a blank expression as her mind tried to comprehend this and then finally catching up to the event, she would automatically take a step back as her face became one of shock and surprise.
“W-what the hell?!” she would stammer a bit unnerved by the sudden appearance of this very strange guy. Realizing she had accidentally yelled, she looked around expecting eyes to be locked on her; however…no one was paying this event any mind at all. What was this then? Could…could they not see the guy? And if so how did that make her look? Would it matter all? It seemed no one reacting to her out burst so.... was this a situation like the one she had back home? The one regarding her other guests that no one else, but herself could see? Huh…was this guy a spirit then?
Perplexed, she would look back at the strange cat-eared male as she looked him up and down, trying to figure out how to react to him as she gathered herself again. Once composed, she would relax a tiny bit as she gave the other a small lopsided grin.
“Jeez. Don’t scare me like that man,” she would begin as she eyed the curiosity before her.
“Where did you come from anyway and who are you?” she would ask and then falling silent she would give the other time to answer if he felt like it. After a few more ticks, she would hear the request from the other and raise an eyebrow at the guy.
“Hm? You mean this one?” she said pausing to mimic the last silly face she had used in the game with the little girl. Once done, she would nod at the other with a light smile in place. “Yeah. I was playing a game,” she would say before catching onto the way this one said the word game. Her small smile would turn into an amused smirk. “Oho, is that so? I love them too. Say what is your favorite one hmm?” she would say her voice carrying an amused air as she watched the other.
Sure, he had almost given her a heart attack, but once she was able to fully see him her mind began to settle with ways to handle him. She figured between the way he had just suddenly appeared by her, how others seemed to not pay him any mind, and the fact that he had those strange ears that maybe what she was dealing with wasn’t exactly in the normal boat.
She wasn’t sure what he was since he didn’t match any description of the demons back at the inn, but that was okay. As long as this one didn’t harm her or others, then perhaps it would be okay to chat with him. She had to admit she was quite curious about this odd ball.
With her mind focused on this new occurrence she did not notice the other lady in the food court who had also taken notice of this rather strange fellow.
Subject: Re: Breakfast Buffet [Event Topic :: Morning] Fri Mar 25, 2016 12:24 am
As she started asking questions to the strange individual, she'd notice he'd be gone in a blink of an eye. Now the question came if he was even there to begin with. Well he was, as he was now standing to the other side of her, eating a sandwich he had taken from another. The strange cat boy seemed to gag abit as his ears sunk low. "No mayo. I am truly tormented." He coughed out the words before turning back towards the female who had noticed him. "Who am I, you asked? What a hard question to answer. It is truly Tormenting.. Ufufufu.. Ufufufufu!" The Tormented One began to give a mischievous, cat like grin. One that could be compared to that of the Cheshire cat found in stories. And if that were the case, then did this young woman take the role of Alice in this old story?
Regardless, those watching would just see a woman conversing with herself. It wasn't as if the cat boy was invisible, he was simply ignored. Even the onlooking woman would be affected by this strange trait that the being had. The feeling of being there, but not. Almost as if he were a dream you had the previous night. One that felt so realistic, but when you awoke you had forgotten it entirely. This was not just some cosplayer, even if he appeared to be so when you could actually notice him.
"My favorite game... Are games that involve people killing each other on the menu? If so, I take that option. Those are pretty fun. Wanna try it out? I can sign you up now." A notepad appeared in his hand, and he carefully removed a pen from his pocket. Holding the notebook out infront of her, he'd attempt to hand her the pen. It seemed to be a contract of some sort for her to sign. "Just sign on the dotted line. After my first game, I totally almost got sued. I don't even know how or by who, but this is to cover my butt. Though I guess I don't need to hold any more games after tonight. That's when a lifelong game will begin! Are you excited for this reveal too?"
The Tormented One threw the notepad back behind him, and it made its landing right onto someone's plate. He swayed back and forth while his ears twitched in delight. Whatever this thing was, he was delighted.
Posts : 5994 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 26
Subject: Re: Breakfast Buffet [Event Topic :: Morning] Fri Mar 25, 2016 2:23 am
Whoever the girl was, she was starting to talk to herself. There didn't seem to be anything in front of her or seemed to be referring to anyone. In Touko's experience, most crazy people had a lot to say even when no one was around, especially when bound in canvas and locked up in an asylum. It would be easy to dismiss her as someone who had some mental issues. But that was a boring assumption, especially in a place like this.
Taking out what looked like her own cellphone, she milled about towards this self-talking girl as her eyes remained mostly glued to the screen with the occasional looking up to see where she was going. Touko kept her back turned as if she was really just busy with her own phone and not about anything else. Of course, she would be able to hear what the girl was saying at the distance put between them with all the other people mingling about in it to better camouflage herself. She strained her ears to hear what she was going to say.
Touko was no participant. She never was and never will be, as far as she was concerned. To her, she was only an observer of anything that may catch her interest. For now, this girl was that object of interest, if only temporarily. Looking back in her cellphone, there were a lot spam mail to be erased. This might as well be a better time than any.
—Weakness Name: Expendable —Description: She doesn’t really value her life. From all her travels, Touko seemed to have a somewhat nihilistic perspective of things where there is no value in her existence. Another reason why making any meaningful connections to her will be difficult. And at the same time, she may put herself in danger in which one can say she is rather reckless.
If Calabus was curious before about the public seeing this guy, then her theory seemed to be somewhat proven. When she blinked and looked around the area for just a moment, she took note as she moved forward with the line that some people were giving her a strange look as they passed by. You know the kind of look that people give you when they think you are truly out of your mind? Yeah that look. It was a look she had encountered before many, many times from both her adoptive parents and some of the guests back home when she was caught interacting with a spirit that decided to enter the area. So with that look she came to two conclusions: she was the only one that could actually see him or he allowing her alone to see him for some reason.
While the looks should’ve made her feel embarrassed or uncomfortable the young lady brushed the looks off as she returned her eyes to where the cat guy was standing….or not. A bit baffled as to where he had gone, Calabus frowned slightly and was on the edge of looking for him; however, all she had to do was turn to look to her side to find him again and this time with food. Okay…so he could teleport then? Or was he extremely fast? Huh. Interesting. Well then, she supposed she could roll with that considering spirits had all sorts of powers. And this one had to be a spirit…right? To be honest, she had no answer to that question, but then again she wouldn’t bother to poke at the oddness too much either. She would let him be him. He wasn't harming her so why bother?
“Heh. Like mayo do you? How about bagels? Do you like those?” she would ask curious about the creature and in her own way offering to buy him something…if he actually wanted something else to eat outside of the sandwich he got from who knew where. He didn’t seem to pleased with the end result of his first bite, so who knew if he would finish it or not. Food aside, she would focus on his answer to his question her eyebrows rising slightly in amusement.
“Tormenting, huh?” she would say as she crossed her arms with a contemplative look. Why would it be tormenting to give his—Oh! She would take in that grin he was giving her. Such mischief there. Now, aha now she understood.
“How cute to play riddles with me,” she would begin quite amused at this play since it was usually herself that was playing a game with others. How intriguing the tables had been switched on her.
“So your name is some variation of the word tormenting, huh?” she would say not sure which variation to use with this one. She would pondered this for a moment. Based on what she heard him mention before when he had spoke about the sandwich and the way he had answered, there was one variation that made some since. Hmm. She would go with that one then.
“Alright Tormented. A pleasure to meet ya,” she would say to the other with a light smirk. Sure, his name could’ve been something else and if he wanted to he could definitely correct her; however, for now she would stick with this particular guess. Hey, it worked better than saying "hey you" all the time.
In any case, Tormented only became more curious as he answered her question about games. When she heard the answer she would tilt her head at him seeming unbothered by his choice of play. Was she truly mad or was there reasoning behind this? A mystery the world may never know the answer to. Anyway....
“Huh, so you prefer the more gory games. Wellm can’t blame for wanting to keep up the entertainment or even keeping the game in order by following the rules and all; however, I think I’ll pass on joining. I think I’d be too boring for that sort of game,” she said as she attempted to gently pushed the offered pen away being sure to make the action as non-hostile as possible…if she could even touch the creature that is.
In any case, it would seem that just as fast as the offer was made it was tossed away. Literally. As the other tossed the pad away, she saw it go on someone’s plate; however, how said victim reacted was beyond her for she was soon refocusing on the guy next to her.
“Well yeah. I mean who wouldn’t be excited about all this? The reveal promises big things. So I can't wait to see it all unfold,” she would begin, but then catching onto his other words she would narrow her eyes at the other as she gave him a small grin of curiosity as she observed him a bit. “However, it would seem you know more about what is going to happen than I do. How about letting me in on your secret, huh?”
It appeared this strange cat had just caught her attention. The question was would he actually share or would she have to do something else to get what he had?
More focused on her entertaining companion than the world around her, she wouldn't notice that they were being spied.
Strength and Weaknesses:
—Strength Name: Intelligence —Description: Calabus is smart and loves any challenges that puts her mind to work. Everything from hacking to simply games of strategy she eats up as if the arts are going out of style; however, in turn she can apply those skills on the field allowing her to think carefully before actually perform the action.
— Weakness Name: Treasure —Description: Calabus loves her treasure and as a result is often the one to dig into places she shouldn't just to get what she wants and also to get a high off the challenge. The treasure in this case is the information Tormented has.
Subject: Re: Breakfast Buffet [Event Topic :: Morning] Sat Mar 26, 2016 11:20 pm
"Tormented? Huh? My name's Guest. Where'd you get Tormented from? You're crazy." The Tormented One wave his hand at the woman. "But yes, I am an avid fan of games. My Master gave me that game to play, and it was fun. But now he's pushed me towards a new game. I'm just a humble observer to what's supposed to happen this specific day at this specific spot. So even if you're too boring for that game, this next one has already decided that you'll be a player. Everyone will be a player." His ears twitched in anticipation as he clasped his hands together with a smile. It was taking all his being to just keep quiet about everything he knew. Humans weren't the only ones looking forward to this big reveal. Though, it appeared the young woman was attempting to take advantage of his own excitement for it. She wanted to know his secret?
"Secrets aren't for everyone, lady. It's still way too early for me to say what it is. Wouldn't that ruin the surprise anyway?" Tormented scratched behind his ears before giving a purr. "Well, since you seem nice, I guess I could fill you in. Do you know what a Terminal is? "
Posts : 5994 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 26
Subject: Re: Breakfast Buffet [Event Topic :: Morning] Sun Mar 27, 2016 3:29 am
While absentmindedly flipping through the e-mails, Touko listened to what Calabus had to say to her imaginary friend. The very nuances of speech and her focus really made it seem like she was talking to an actual person. Perhaps she was indeed mad, even though she seemed rather too composed to be one. All this "tormenting", "gory", and "secrets" are all danger signs for violent insanity, it seemed. But she would continue to listen on to Calabus' supposed 'madness'.
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Posts : 2047 Join date : 2014-10-28 Location : In my own madness.
Subject: Re: Breakfast Buffet [Event Topic :: Morning] Sun Mar 27, 2016 9:30 am
“I took a wild guess from the words you were using, but now that I know I was wrong, I’ll use the proper one,” Calabus would say to the creature with her before falling silent to listen to the rest of what the other had to say. Her eyebrows would rise slightly.
“A new game you say? Well, I hope you have as much fun with it as you did your last one,” Calabus would begin before considering the rest of what was said. “Hmm, so myself and the world has been chosen to play a game, huh?” Calabus would pause thinking about that for a moment. She wondered just what sort of game this one was referring to. Would it be fun? Have risks and rewards? She wanted to ask many questions about this new game, but at the same wanted to learn about it herself. After a few moments of thought, she would smirk amused.
“Well then, I suppose I would have to be my best at this new game. Any rules I should know about?” she would ask taking note that this guy seemed to be pretty excited about the whole deal. Heh. Just what did he know that made him so excited about all this?
Curious abou the behavior, she had posed her next question and at first she had thought she wasn’t going to get an answer. “Well I suppose,” she would begin feeling a bit disappointed, but then something strange happened. The guy seemed to change his mind. As she heard his questions she would tilt her head at him.
“A terminal? You mean like an access point for either digital data or transportation?”
"Rules? Rules is such a bad word. Having too many rules can take away freedom, and we wouldn't want that would we? You've already gotten pass the most important part anyway! Creating a character!" Tormented One's ears would sway back and forth as he gave a wide grin. He seemed to be enjoying himself to a certain degree. It appeared this girl wasn't completely aware to what he was, but still humored him with conversation. Especially when she hit the nail on the head in regards to a terminal.
The Tormented One took a napkin from one of the tables and held it before her eyes. There was nothing special about this piece of dry paper, but it'd be used in his example just to make things clear for her. "Yes, exactly. The world consist of nothing but Data, some nerds believe in this lab. So using that as a basis, wouldn't it be possible to break down a substance and send it elsewhere, just as long as that data is properly reconstructed?" The being would tear the napkin into various pieces and gather them in the palm of his hand. He'd motion for the female to follow over to an unoccupied table and would dump the pieces upon the top.
"So, let's say that napkin was a... human. That means I'm the shiny new terminal. I take the napkin apart, bring it over here... and theeeennn..." The "cosplayer" put the pieces back together with a swish of the hand. It was almost as if the napkin was never torn to pieces, and became one. "It's put back together, good as new, as if never being torn apart to begin with. Could you imagine the doors this could open? Ufufufu... I can. And so can a few others who showed up here today."
+3 in Intelligence for Terminal Explanation
Posts : 2047 Join date : 2014-10-28 Location : In my own madness.
((Note: Godai gave us permission to go first. He'll follow up.))
Heh. This one was indeed entertaining. This spirit, or whatever he was, didn’t seem harmful…but then again the most deadly types always were the innocent looking/ acting ones weren’t they? This fact was only solidified not only by this guy’s earlier mention of the sort of game he liked to play, but also by the way he simply acted in general. Sure taken at surface value, he seemed mischievous and nothing more, but look closer and there was something much more intelligence under those smiles. Much like the Cheshire Cat, this creature couldn’t be read and yet like Alice the Calabus chose to humor the creature even if in the end, he may end up being the end of her. She was playing with a dangerous sort of creature and yet, she kind of liked that. Trying to not get killed or burnt was all part of the sort of games she liked to play. In any case, he seemed pretty pleased with what was happening, so this play was okay right?
“Hmm. I suppose I can see the point there,” she would say in regards to the comment about rules and then smirking she would continue. “Oho? Well that is always a relief, but I wonder if I made a good character for this new game.” She’d ponder this for just a few seconds before becoming distracted when asked a question. A question she seemingly got right when she did answer due to the way the other seemed to be pleased with the answer.
When he brought the napkin before her eyes, she would look at it for a moment wondering briefly if he wanted her to take it or something; however, she wouldn’t move to act upon the thought and a good thing too for shortly after showing her the napkin, “Deshi”, if that was really his name, would speak again. As he spoke, Calabus would listen to what he had to say as she watched him tear the napkin before moving to another spot. As he motioned for her to follow, she would actually get out of line and follow this creature to the table. Food had apparently taken a back seat to this more fascinating subject.
When they reached the table, the other would begin speaking again as he continued his demonstration. At first Calabus watched with a perplexed frown as she processed it all not seeming to mind the magic trick this one pulled. She would study the napkin for a moment and then looking from the newly formed napkin to the other, she would give the other an amused look. “I can see many doors opening with that one. Infinite ones to be exact,” she said as she crossed her arms in thought. “Now forgive me for this and the bombardment of questions, but your words pose an interesting set up if it is true. So If I follow your line of logic, then this reveal you speak of is kind of like a terminal then? If so, are you suggesting we are about to get processed and thrown into some other realm of existence? Also you mentioned others that have gathered. What do you mean by that? Who else came and how does their presence here impact said processing?”
At this point the guy had her pretty hooked and even more eager to figure out the puzzle he had given. Even more so when she thought about the what ifs of such a reality. A reality where humans weren’t constrained anymore by their limits and like Data could go to places never imagined. It was fascinating thing to be sure…even if it was only a theory in her book. Surely something like that couldn’t really happen…could it?
The words that this girl was using seemed to note some sort of game was going to be in play and a terminal has some role in it. The ramblings of a madwoman indeed have the merit of some interest, faint as it was from the beginning. Touko had wished that she could understand what her imaginary friend was saying or even looked like in her head. Then again, a little bit of mystery had spiced things up a bit. Yet, the lack of a context still hampered any greater interest. She was itching for a cigarette at this point, but clearly the establishment had prohibited it. Soon, she probably might just leave her alone.
Touko would notice Calabus start to leave towards what seemed to be a table. The redhead set aside her phone back inside her pocket. She kept her eyes on every movement while starting to walk on over to get some coffee. With a warm cardboard holder keeping from the scalding plastic touching her delicate fingers, she seemingly wandered about behind her target to avoid her attention. With the crowd around, it would be hard to tell she was actually keeping tabs on Calabus.
The former Velvet Attendant coolly sipped from the cup as she stood near behind Calabus with people still roaming around to make it hard to catch her, especially while she was just simply looking back into her phone again. She would listen in again, only to hear something about ‘realm of existence’, ‘doors’, and ‘processing’. This seemed rather familiar. Was she referring to the Velvet Room? It didn’t seem like it. She was rather tempted to ask, but it sounded as if there probably was more to it. Then again, nothing ventured nothing gained.
”May I sit here?” Touko would finally ask Calabus with her hand on an empty chair that the cat-boy wasn’t sitting on.
The Tormented One played with his ears as the woman spoke to him. She was pouring on the questions now, and he had no interest in answering any of them. Infact, he turned his back to her and began to yawn before stretching out like a cat. "Lady, you're boring me with all these questions. No fun, so I gotta run!" And with the following motion, he snapped his fingers and was gone. It was like his body had disappeared, but no he was still there. To a certain degree there were worlds that could not be seen by the human eye. Worlds where these spirits, or demons you could say, resided. They slipped by human eyes unseen and unacknowledged. Atleast, for the most part. Some humans did have the potential to see the supernatural world around them, but not everyone. After all, it took more than just reading a book to truly understand the true madness that hid in the Shadows of the world. The term ignorance is bliss was a godsend, and people never truly appreciated. But those who had traded away their innocence and dove head first into that world were never the same. They had the barrel of a gun pointed towards themselves and their enemies. They were either afraid and on edge, or enticed by the madness. The Tormented One could feel those two polar opposites here, on this very dead.
A green haired girl who found the madness delectable and chose to dive further into it. And another woman who chose to keep the madness at bay, for the safety of other. This "cosplayer" knew tonight they'd certainly meet before this terminal, and their encounter would change the state of the world. This not only excited himself, but also his master aswell. However, this was information he didn't plan on sharing with the young woman so he kept it to himself. Anyway, someone new had apparently arrived, and the otherworldly being looked at them with a tilted head.
He quickly moved onto the chair she planned to sit on, and with this he appeared so this new woman could see him. "Excuse me, Ma'm, this is my seat. Did you not see little ol' me? That's mean. That makes me feel so tormented I want to just die...sniff." Tormented One rubbed his eyes and pretended to cry, albeit alittle poorly. "You should make this up to me by scratching behind my ears. Do it right meow."