tengaku squared

"It's Laela again, isn't it?" Chaos whipped around furiously to the source of the voice. As it turned out, the voice came from a young Korean teenager, who couldn't be more then 15. Her hair was made up in a single pigtail, which only added to the image of a warrior princess. "What do you know?!" Chaos shouted. Without even losing her cool, the girl simply replied ambigously, "Oh, I know. I probably know more than you." Chaos looked like he wanted to pretty much kill that girl right then and there. Which he tried to do, lunging at the girl, but was stopped by a dagger that wasn't there a second ago. It looked like she pulled it out of thin air. A thin trail of blood coursed from where the blade touched Chaos. "Now, now," a older man's voice reasoned. "We're all family here, no?" The man approached, revealing a man of distinct American heritage. He wore smile wrinkles and a white mustache hung under his nose. "This is Aria," the man gestured. "She's an expert mechanic, and has been assigned to, I believe, your room." Aria bowed deeply, then smiled. "Nice to meet you." Was it just imagination, or did she shoot a dirty look at Chaos? Rin, during this whole time just stared at the girl. "Is it just me...or do I feel like I know this girl?" = = = = = = = = = = = *is half brain-dead* XD And yes, Aria is me. Do you need any other hints?

When in the f**king world is my computer going to get fixed?! ... Sorry.

A little note to the back-story, just to make it interesting: I was in charge of administration back when I was in the syndicate, and I was the one who killed Laela after she leaked valuable intel. Chaos knows this, but not many others do.

@Jean: If you're wondering about my high school courses...I recall I took Calculus, Chemistry...

I'm in college. Theoretically, I have an interest in Computer Engineering, why?

We all hope that.

*is preparing to go back to college* I believe I go back...September 6?

It was one of those times that Mark was glad he learned interrogation from the organization. "Tell me! What was the project?!" He jammed the pistol into the ragged, scrawny man's forehead. "I-I sw-sw-swear I d-d-don't know ab-b-out it!" The man was absolutely terrified, but Mark knew he was still keeping something from him. "Oh, you don't?" He fired, but at the last second, he turned the pistol so the bullet barely grazed the man. "Is that your final answer?" At this point, the man totally broke down. "O-o-OK. I-i-I do k-k-k-know a-a-b-b-bout the p-proj-ject! I-i-I'll t-tell you! I-i-I'll t-tell you...e-e-everyth-th-thing!" Mark smiled. "I'm glad we understand each other." He put down the black briefcase he was holding in his left hand. The pistol in his other hand backed up, but just a little. "Start talking." "W-well..." the man began. And amid Mark's occasional "Keep talking!", the man began to speak. He talked about the special flash that the organization developed which supposedly was able to supress memories, causing one to enter a state of amnesia. But then he talked about the second half of the project, and at this point reached for a shelf on the wall, then stopped with his hand on the handle. Mark nodded, and the man opened the shelf, and took out a syringe with a clear liquid within it. He explained that the liquid within the syringe was a prototype formula meant to perfect the state of erasing one's memories. It would move into the brain and essentially wipe any "unneccessary" long-term memories within the subject. Mark then gestured with his hand, and the man handed the syringe over with shaking hands. Mark handled it with two gloved fingers tenderly, then placed it within his pocket. "Is that all?" Mark inquired. "Say it all, or I will kill you." "O-o-one more thing. The l-l-lead scientist on th-the project was," the man gulped, "Someone named Skye." Mark pondered over this information carefully. Then he turned around, and started for the door. The man began to say, "Wait..." but Mark was already out the door before he finished. "You forgot your briefcase!" Beep. And from the briefcase, all hell came loose. The explosion tore apart the apartment like the walls were paper. Meanwhile, Mark was looking over the syringe carefully. He turned it around, and read off the label: "Clear." Right then, Mark felt something was wrong. He searched his pockets. "Where's my phone?"

I think Korean melons are naturally yellow...

...XD I heard of yellow melons.

Waiting for my computer to get fixed. And you?

Cell phone.

You two are meant for each other.

Computer still not working.

I'm glad you realized how wrong that sounded as well. XD

*notes the person who voted for "25+ years (gtfo)"* XD

*is too lazy* :V

The access code to my apartment is 4224... Wait... :x

I don't trust xpon. :V ...Wait, that's not a secret, is it?

10 years later, I will no longer be on DCW. T_T

XDXDXD

I like it to end in 2 years. 5 years is closest.

I like Rin.

No. Bricked essentially means an electronic device is rendered a brick, which is to say, useless. T_T