"The letter T?" Roxy asked uncertainly. What was Felice trying to tell them? She looked around the room. It was still just the three of them. And the cameras of course. "Talk? Turn? Time? " She tried to guess what he might be trying to say.

Perhaps I should have stuck with just one word for now. Looking back, it was only one word that he needed to communicate, but it was a bit late for that now.

Shaking his head at the guesses, he placed his ring fingers and pinkies together so they overlapped and straightened his hands upright so the formed an 'H'. After that, he held three fingers up on his right hand and turned it to the side. Hopefully that would make some sense.

"The." Roxy guessed. It was the only thing that she could think of that could be spelled with the letters he had given them. "Or do you mean that the first word starts with a T, the second word starts with a H, and the third word starts with an E?"

Felice held his hands up in front of him, making a 'stop' motion, followed by a thumbs-up. Now for the second word.
Well, the word started with the same letter in both languages. But he wasn't sure if he could communicate that the same way he had the last three letters. And speaking it would be against the rules...

...Wait, there were no rules here! It was communicate or else, not a weird party game! Pointing to his mouth, he started sounding out the 's'. From there, maybe... oh!
Exaggerating the motions, he pretend to draw back an arrow and shift it a bit before firing at an imaginary target. He repeated the action with a mimed gun and a dart, taking a little extra time to look at where each one was supposed to go before 'firing' or 'releasing' them.

Beelze finished his lunch and went with the others to the gym again. Power training, huh? This will be interesting to juggle since the others think I'm a shifter, he thought. Upon entering the gym he noticed Felice attempting to communicate with Roxy and Limbo. Back in the computer lab, Beelze had snuck in a couple lessons on Latin, so he might as well try to be a translator for him and get them all on the same page. He had to do something to bring the "team" together if he was going to be the leader. "Ego potest auxilium vobis communicare. Quid conantem loqui?" Beelze asked Felice.

Zakara said
He had to do something to bring the "team" together if he was going to be the leader. "Ego potest auxilium vobis communicare. Quid conantem loqui?" Beelze asked Felice.

The icy-haired boy turned to the 'shifter' and narrowed his eyes at him before hissing like a cat. Out of everyone in this room, Felice was the most loathe to communicate with him after what he had showed him at the start of the day. Of course, it was starting to look like he might have the easiest time understanding after all. He continued staring at the boy for a good minute, trying to decide on the best course of action from here.

Watching Felice do all those actions, he just understood they were letters, but he had no idea what he was trying to say still. Felice seems to have noticed that and thought of using actions. He pointed at his mouth first and he started saying the letter s. Though, he seemed to have thought of something better and then did something else. Firing... with a bow? With a gun? Throwing darts? 'The letter S.. Firing.. Throwing..' then it occurred to him. "Ski-" But as he was just about to say it, someone else appeared and spoke. It was Beelze.

"Uh... Another one?" he muttered as Beelze said something in another language. What was it this time? The same? Italian? Though, it seems there's a difference, but he doesn't really know anything about whatever language they were speaking. The things they were saying might actually be from the same place for all he know. Since there was actually someone who might be able to have a conversation with him, he decided to wait for now.

Roxy didn't know whether to be grateful or annoyed when Beelze showed up. In away it was good because he might be able to translate what Felice was trying to say. The annoying part came from the fact that it seemed like Limbo might have had a guess as to what the Italian was trying to tell them. Now they had to wait to find out if Beelze would bother including them in the conversation.

"...perché devo parlare con il diavolo?" (Why should I speak to the devil?) Felice finally said and turned away from the boy, crossing himself. He was perfectly prepared to listen to his reasoning if he had any, but he wasn't willing to just depend on him for the sake of keeping his secrets. Besides, he was interested in what Limbo had to say before he was interrupted. It sounded like he was close to what he wanted them to guess. Looking over at the quiet boy, he pointed to him before placing a hand to his ear, still wanting to hear his answer.

Felice spoke unknown words again, but this was in reply to Beelze it seems. He seemed upset to as he just turned away and faced... Limbo. Pointing his hand to Limbo, he then placed it beside his ear. It can only mean that Felice wanted to hear what he wanted to say. Since it seemed like he could say what was in his mind now, "Well then.." he started, "From what I saw with you acting like you're shooting and throwing, and the s sound," Limbo imitated him and made an s sound too. "I just thought that you were trying to say skills..." Then he stopped for a bit and looked as if he was thinking. "... that being said, were you perhaps asking us about our abilities?" Thinking about it, Felice did point at the two and said something in a asking manner. He could be wrong though.

Amber eyes stared blankly for a second...but soon brightened as the boy gave a smirk. "Questo ragazzo...Lui mi piace." Giving a thumbs-up to Limbo, he nodded his approval. Sure, the first part had technically been incorrect, but he had managed to get the idea, and that mattered more to him than diction specifics right now. Pointing to the two shadow-wielders again, he posed another question. "Similare, si?"

"Yes our power is similar." Roxy answered. She was pretty sure that was what he had been asking. "We can both manipulate shadows. I'm not sure exactly how we differ though. I can use the shadows to travel from place to place. Or atleast I use to be able to. I can also create objects out of the shadows. There not as good as the real things but they can come in handy."

Devil? Beelze thought, I must have turned into the devil when I used my power on him. No wonder he's been giving me strange energy this whole time. Limbo managed to understand what Felice was trying to communicate. Beelze touched him on the shoulder. "Ego sum non a diabolo. Ego sum solum hic ad auxilium. Possumus cooperantur," he said while 'shifting' into the form of an angel, beautiful and bright. Beelze sent a tactile hallucination through Felice of a warm, comforting feeling. These people here are so sketched out by things, he thought, enjoying the challenge. Others in his life had always been so trusting and easy to control. "Nunc, quid ergo vis loqui?" he asked, in a calm, relaxing tone.

Zakara said
Beelze touched him on the shoulder. "Ego sum non a diabolo. Ego sum solum hic ad auxilium. Possumus cooperantur," he said while 'shifting' into the form of an angel, beautiful and bright. Beelze sent a tactile hallucination through Felice of a warm, comforting feeling. he thought, enjoying the challenge. Others in his life had always been so trusting and easy to control. "Nunc, quid ergo vis loqui?" he asked, in a calm, relaxing tone.

"Non mi toccare!" Recoiling at the contact, Felice jerked his shoulder away from the other boy and spun around angrily to to face him. "Chi pensi sei?! Non voglio che...." The angry words trailed off as he saw the angel behind him. It was...incredible. Slightly different from what he had always imagined that one would look like, but pretty close. Variation could be expected in angels, right? Either way, it was certainly breathtaking, enough to make him lose his train of thought for a moment. Even more intriguing was the odd feeling of warmth it seemed to have left when it touched his shoulder. It was...sort of soothing, in a way.

...he slapped the angel as hard as he could.

Part of it had been a reflex. He just didn't know what to do with that weird feeling. The other part probably had to do with the last time he had felt it. Which had a lot to do with why he was here. "Monstro...se sei un angelo...dove sei stato quando ti ho necessito? Anche perché..." He looked back up with tears streaming down his face. "Perché hai avuto quella faccia?! Non sono angeli con quella faccia!"

It seems Limbo was somehow right. He was glad they have finally managed to understand something. After Felice confirmed his guess, he asked if their powers were similar. Well, that's what Limbo thinks he was asking. Roxy answered his question. They did have the same power, but both haven't tried comparing each's powers. Though, she went ahead and explained what she can do right now. They do have similar abilities. "Hmm.. I can do the same, but unlike you, I'm actually better with the shadow warps and such," he added. He thought of demonstrating, but he also thought otherwise. It would seem better to do it later.

The two started talking in their language again, and one seems angry. He noticed how Felice shows hostility towards Beelze for a while now. All of a sudden, Beelze became an angel, a wonderful one too. "Too bright..." he mumbled. Felice turned around and was suddenly in awe it seems. But a really hard slap reached the angel's face, though it wasn't out of hatred still. Felice looked as if he changed after looking at the angel. 'Well that was quick,' he thought.

LenKagamine said
Roxy answered his question. They did have the same power, but both haven't tried comparing each's powers. Though, she went ahead and explained what she can do right now. They do have similar abilities. "Hmm.. I can do the same, but unlike you, I'm actually better with the shadow warps and such," he added.

"Oh I used to be able to move through the shadows with ease. I could move through the shadows quickly. I could go anywhere there was a shadow. But that was before I decided to test my limits by trying to escape. I still don't know how he caught me. But ever since he caught me my ability to move through shadows has been limited."

Felice turned away from the boy again, whipping the tears from his face and trying to put some distance between them as he attempted to recompose himself. "Non mi toccare mai. Non fare. Non sei..." He took a few deep breaths and tried to focus back on what he had wanted to do before. His attention was certainly caught by what Roxy said. Limited? How? That couldn't be a good sign.

After thinking for a moment, he reached into his vest and produced two batons, showing them to Roxy and Limbo. "Poteste fare altri?" The boy stopped and thought for a moment. "Copia? Copy?"

YamiCuoreLaroux said
Felice turned away from the boy again, whipping the tears from his face and trying to put some distance between them as he attempted to recompose himself. "Non mi toccare mai. Non fare. Non sei..." He took a few deep breaths and tried to focus back on what he had wanted to do before. His attention was certainly caught by what Roxy said. Limited? How? That couldn't be a good sign. After thinking for a moment, he reached into his vest and produced two batons, showing them to Roxy and Limbo. "Poteste fare altri?" The boy stopped and thought for a moment. "Copia? Copy?"

"Sure I can copy them but they will have little to know weight to them. Shadows aren't made of matter so I don't know how to make them heavier." Roxy told him. She created six baton like shadows and began juggling them. "How many do you want?"

KatherinWinter said
"Sure I can copy them but they will have little to know weight to them. Shadows aren't made of matter so I don't know how to make them heavier." Roxy told him. She created six baton like shadows and began juggling them. "How many do you want?"

Felice thought about this for a moment before pointing at Roxy. "Sei per ti." (Six for you.) He tucked his batons under his arm and held up six fingers, then turned to Limbo and pointed again. "Sei per ti." Again, he held up six fingers. Finally, he held up four fingers and pointed to himself. "E quattro per mi?" (And four for me?)

YamiCuoreLaroux said
Felice thought about this for a moment before pointing at Roxy. "Sei per ti." (Six for you.) He tucked his batons under his arm and held up six fingers, then turned to Limbo and pointed again. "Sei per ti." Again, he held up six fingers. Finally, he held up four fingers and pointed to himself. "E quattro per mi?" (And four for me?)

Rosy nodded. She didn't understand what he was trying to do. Why did he want batons? Was he trying to show them something? Was he trying to tell them something? Or was he just bored and wanting to do something familiar? She supposed it didn't matter. She quickly made the requested amount of batons and handed them out.