Aeyra

He'll make sure of that... I'd be surprised if he hasn't already made it 'our' card, untraceable, and allows us to access different funds around the world. Never doubt Nero.

Good job! Personally, I find the bus too conspicious. We'll be needing to figure out how to get around without attracting much attention. Like, the subway is good, we can travel in groups, and the train doesn't require ID checking like an airport. Just buy a ticket and you can go anywhere. And with a credit card... *smiles*

Five star hotels all around the US for us!! ^^ BTW, for the next writer, Nero's plan is to go around the US to avoid both the FBI and the Org while continuing to recruit members of his own little army online.

Yay! Nice addition Pyre!! I'll add on in... half an hour or so. Aeyra let out a small sigh of relief- she was still extremely tense of course, but at least she wasn't the only one who didn't trust this strange 'John' character. However, she knew that good guy or not, he was still dangerous (who wasn't), and challenging his authority while they were in his 'house' so to speak was a potentially threatening situation. "You take your team out?" John chuckled unpleasantly. "Now, now, you were the ones searching for us! If you withdraw, we withdraw all protection of you, we kick you out, and you'll be left on your own again. You came for a reason, didn't you?" Pyre began to open her mouth to protest, but Nero stood up, walking straight up to John unflinchingly, green eyes frozen, cold enough to freeze over a desert. "We won't be on our own thank you very much. There are more of us than you would possibly care to believe." Narrowing his eyes, John frowned. If he called Nero childish, it would be obvious who the true fool was. You could see exactly how ccontrolled Nero's sealed fury was, how calm yet fierce his tone, how much older he sounded. Nero, even at fifteen, was far from a child. But it couldn't hurt (too much) to try and undermine the prodigy. "How do I know this isn't a ploy? How would you even get more members into this pitiful ragtag team of yours?" Nero didn't back off, instead, he took another step forward, staring straight up into John's glinting marine eyes. "I don't lie. Not when it's important. And I have methods, better methods than any of you FBI lot. And don't you dare call them pitiful. They've gotten through everything without your help fine. Thanks for the breakfast and all, but I think we'll be leaving." "Are you so sure you want to leave?" challenged John, looking huge next to the wiry, slightly short blond teen. "What do they think?" "I don't think I trust you," said Aeyra with all the strength she could muster. "And I think Nero's right. We can do everything fine without you- what were we expecting from an organization who hasn't gotten close to destroying that syndicate? We've managed things. Now they no longer have an heir or the top component of their elite force. We've weakened them considerably. What have you done?" Chaos stretched, and got out of his chair, grabbing Nero's wrist. "If we're going to leave, you'd probably get further walking away than standing like an angry statue," muttered Chaos, starting to drag Nero away. The blond boy reluctantly complied, and gave one last dirty stare to the man before turning around completely. I might be a good guy now, but I still can't help but wish I could have wringed his neck before we came here... Fucking sorry excuse for an FBI agent,seethed Nero silently, everybody following in his and Chaos's wake. He's going on the top of my 'Want to Kill and Rip into as Many Pieces as Possible' list... But on the bright side, looks like I managed to steal his credit card. Nero smirked as the rectangular piece of plastic cut into his leg. He won't even miss the stupid thing... This is going to be fun. ****** Okay, we left. I was starting to hate John for real...

No, she's basically Vermouth's daughter. Very angsty, fun-to-write moments there. I think Viura's dying to kill Vermouth actually. At least, that's what she thinks. I've never read your story, (at least, if I have, I forget), sorry....

I'll write some tonight I guess... Don't blame me if my routine sounds boring and blah. That's my worst writing style...

^ Total agreement to the first statement. Total disagreement to the second statement. I'm sure if he heard the confession, he would have ran away(he's not the genius with words Shinichi (or Kaito, or Hakuba) is.). Oh, scratch that, he did.

It's true. He ran off to Conan to force Conan to tell him about his success in London. Thank god. BTW, as soon as more chapters are released, I'm supporting HeijixSera.

I have an OC from one of my stories.... But my story is an AU in which Shinichi died in the very beginning (a 'what if Shinichi died instead of shrinking' story, so I'll ignore the Conan things.) What's His/Her name: Viura, V for short! (I was going to spell it Vi, but my beta pronounced it wrong...) What's His/Her age: I dunno... Her growth is accelerated, so 6 years approx., but 18-ish in intelligence, looks, and psychologically. Is your character a boy or girl: Girl Is he a good guy or bad guy: Bad guy! Is he meant to BREAK Conan down or build him up: Well, kill the good guys... (or abduct them...) What type of person is He/She(Nerd, Bully, Popular, Nice.etc): Vicious, misunderstood, and hungry to gain the respect of Vermouth, who is basically the person she sees as her mother. Any Special traits(Looks, brains, muscle.etc): Blond hair with pink streaks running through it, extremely intelligent, slight marks of spots along her back, inhumanly strong, very tough (but looks normal) skin, and has red eyes. Oh, and her bite is venomous. What is He/She(Detective, Black Organization Member, FBI, CIA.etc): She's a genetic experiment created to be a prototype of future soldiers of the Black Organization. Extremely intelligent, good-looking (looks always help), strong, etc. Has tons of DNA from other animals. Does He/She have any fears: Not really... Well, there is one, but it wouldn't make any sense to people who haven't read my story... Is He/She In love with someone: Yes. Does He/She HATE someone: Well, does obsessive hate bordering love count? Is He/She afraid of someone: No. Who is His/Her Idol: Vermouth, though she loathe to admit it. Does He/She have any special skills?(Martial Arts, Detective Skills.etc)If so What are they: Everything. From hand-to-hand combat to arson to shooting to running to being smart, yes. Because she's been trained to be the ultimate soldier... How is He/She relevant to the story: Well, my story is an AU. She was sent to kill/spy/abduct the group of kids opposing the Organization. Mainly spy, and abduct the one who wouldn't know what was going on. Where is he/she from(If he/she is from Japan what part of Japan): Where ever the HQ of the Org is. How Did He/She meet Conan and the others: She tried to kill a boy named Miyazaki Ryuu in her first appearance, and would have killed Ai as well if it weren't for Ryuu being able to disable the bombs. (Ryuu is a the police's superintendent's son, age 10. He's always wanted to be in the bomb squad, so he's had some training.) What makes Him/Her stand out in a crowd(the word Nothing can be used as an answer): Red eyes. The ability to hypnotize others (snake-style, not true hypnosis, but kind of-ish), blond hair (she's in Japan), looks foreign (partially a clone of Vermouth), has strawberry streaks in her hair (no genetic experiment is perfect.) What does He/She look like(details please): Blond, tall, red eyes, older-teenage. For more description see above.

I enjoy totally conceited, narcissistic, self-absorbed characters... That's half the fun. *Shinichi preening* LOL (Draco Malfoy FTW!) The opposite annoys me so much more because it's simply just about nonexistent. (Tohru Honda....) Kazuha annoys me. Genta and Ayumi too.

I probably can't write till later today.... On a random note, I'm baking banana bread because my mom believes the bananas are turning funky...

Thanks. ^^ Tsukiko, you writing?

I think this topic is in the wrong place... This isn't relevant to the plotline. I think it should be moved to the Chatroom. I'll inform a mod.

You were telling Chelsea that we trying to get Nero to tell us his past... Not a very good idea, and frankly, it'll be way too out of character. If anyone tells his story, it'll be Chaos, because they can't speak for themselves but will speak for each other. They're really best friends... I was thinking about making them brothers, but decides it wouldn't be epic enough. >.< I want to write that scene too... ... ... But it's still much, much too early... (random thought: how long do you think this story is? Above 250000 words? Or less?)

Some FBI guy. And Wild-chan, I wouldn't suggest hinting to Nero about the past thing... It involves murder, and with that on his mind, he might get awfully close. ******* Chaos, Nero, Brise, and Krev walked into the cafeteria without a sound- no talk of their varied pasts, and even Nero wasn't grumbling about coffee. But to no surprise, he drank extra, with chocolate syrup, caramel, whipped cream, with several expresso shots. From the sullen look on his face, and his glowering, dark serpent-green eyes, one would only guess he was trying to alleviate a bad mood. But his coffee drinking went deeper than that- he knew if he closed his eyes at night the nightmarish memories would swamp him, pull him under, let him up for a gasp of air right before he suffocated, and then drag him down again. Coffee was merely a way to banish sleep, and therefore dreams. No dreams, no nightmares. One of Nero's unspoken, unknown policies. The other group was already there, and Aeyra was happily digging into a plate of a sunny-side up fried egg, a side of bacon, sausages, and pancakes slathered with maple syrup and whipped cream. The FBI might have been a place for fighting crime, but their food, thought Aeyra, could be just as famous. Of course, this was coming from someone who'd just gone over a week without a decent meal, fast food definitely didn't count as high-quality food, but Aeyra put KFC and Boston Market on the exception list, so it might not have been the most trustworthy opinion. Content, Aeyra peeked over curiously to Nero, who had naturally caught her attention by a.) being a foul mood, b.) he looked like he'd had a nightmare, and c.) The only thing with high levels of sugar or caffeine in his breakfast were his mocha and his latte. And the dozen and a half other empty bottles of Frappochino. Observing him closely, and them comparing him to Chaos, Krev, and Brise, she realized he was taking this past thing a whole lot harder than anyone else. Krev was always calm, so it hadn't shaken him as hard as it would a normal person, Brise couldn't remember, but trying didn't seem to be oak ing her, and Chaos hadn't given a damn in the first place. Nero looked just as stiff as he had yesterday, rigid as a board, trying to conceal the inner rage that swirled beneath his pale skin. Anyone could have seen that John was verbally jabbing Nero at all the weak spots he could hit- the future boss thing, the praise, the way he'd slowly built up to Nero's story, as if testing the boy to see how hard he had to squeeze in order to make him pop. And then the calm, non-threatening threats, the false encouragement, the cruel way he'd tormented Nero, haunting him with a past the boy clearly didn't want to remember. Aeyra didn't like John at all- he made her uncomfortable, and that just about guarantees that she'd be extremely wary of him. "Greetings, Team!" John appeared at the doorway, and Nero immediately directed his gaze at the 't' on the Starbucks lable. "Are you ready to start today?" Only if it involves injuring you... Nero gave the consonant a nasty glare. ****** How was it? Someone else can plan the routine, routine bores me.

I'll reveal it in due course... I already have all the imagery in my head and I'd be sad if I didn't get to write it.... Of course, it'd also be a waste if it were inserted with bad timing.

Good job Moho! But your little note before your writing makes you sound like Yoda. XD

That's good. I'll just be glomping on the pillows....

It's fine. Your vision isn't bad at all! XD

Yeah, I simply meant nice. I was envisioning my own bedroom... Bed, makeshift night table, iHome, mirror, closet... iTouch. XD

I think there's enough room for us to be split up into pairs. And Brise... well... she's a girl, and no matter how much we trust those three guys, it just isn't proper to leave a fifteen year old girl with a bunch of teenage boys. I'll write. ********************* Nero fidgeted restlessly on his bed, pressing the buttons of his DS at lightning speed as he played Call of Duty, trying to fight back the demons that threatened to break him open. Damn that man... After managing to forget it for all these years... The feeling of something warm, wet and sticky covering his fingers, the scent of rust filling his nostrils, that foggy red haze obscuring his vision as fear racked his mind, his body, paralyzing him. He could still remember it, he had never truly forgotten. He'd only trapped it, kept it where it couldn't be seen, but now it was starting to exit the darkness. Screams, not his own, but of- them. And then those people, those people who had tried to storm him, the fury, the moment where he lost all control and became nothing more than a wild feral animal, lashing out, and- Nero shivered, clutching his sides as if to keep himself whole. He didn't want to remember, he didn't want to remember it just as much as he knew Chaos wanted Laela to be alive. That memory was the bane of his existence, the thing that stalked his footsteps, threatening to pull him under, knotting his stomach with tight, tight knots. Why did he have to bring it up? Why, why, why, why? ******************** Yep, I've already decided what happened to Nero. But I'm only giving hints. However, I tell you know, if I redrew Nero right now, there would be a whole lot of blood in the drawing....

Ask someone who's not too lazy to give you a re-cap. It'd be better if you read, after all, I did spend a good amount time writing my parts.... LOL. XD

He could help us formulate a plan, or at least show us where we'll be living. I've slept inside buses before, and to be honest, I hate sleeping on buses. They're so darn uncomfortable. I want a room. A room with a big fluffy bed, blankets, and a place to charge my itouch and cell phone before they die.

I know what you mean. ^^ I've watched the new opening (or at least listened to it) at least 100 times already, no exaggeration. The auto-reply google app for youtube is a wonderful thing. Thanks! ^^ Would you like to continue? Nero's not blabbing for a while, at least, not to us. Just advance us to the night if you will.