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Reverio Galand


The man in the suit had gotten what looked like a file cabinet dropped upon him from the floor above, seeing what he did Rev couldn't stop his mind from drawing a conclusion.

'Case closed.' He thought, but it had been too early, the man was seemingly still capable to fight back, even if the damage had certainly been done to him. To such a point Dr Nightman had finally appeared through the doorway itself. The doctor's words towards them, even if he felt them mostly directed at Rev.

"I am not who I used to be, Simon. But neither are you I believe. " Rev replied quickly to the doctor, while still keeping his sword of light in his both hands, as Nightman pulled his servant into a dark void, or so it would appear.

Rev simply scoffed at hearing Nightman speak about fairness, but it was the manner of speech used by the doctor that made Rev make his decision. 'So he doesn't know after all...' He thought, drawing the conclusion that Nightman indeed was no mind reader, but rather a mesmer. A deceiver just like... Rev could hear the familiar sound in his ears. Cling. Clang. The unmistakable sound of the crown falling down that long staircase, it's bejeweled and golden shape casting reflections along it's way down the well lit staircase.

A reflection. No, it was his brother. Standing there at the top of the stairs with an outstretched hand, his face covered in darkness, the only visible thing being his smile. That deceptive and horrible smile. The deceiver king. And next to him stood the princess, her inviting smile and aloofness transcending both time and space. Cling clang. Along the staircase stood all the beheaded nobles who met the same fate as his brother. It was in that moment Rev came back to the present, only a brief moment had passed but he had seen so much.

"You are one to talk, you are a thief! You think stealing our powers will fill up that void in your chest and make you like born anew? You only get one chance, one try. Life isn't fair, only death is fair. It comes to all. Therefor-" Rev said aloud, his voice raising before he dashed forwards, seeing however that Nightman was firing towards Chinami and Ken. Beams of light? It was Rev's gift being used. No.

'... you will live.' Rev thought as everything seemed to almost go in slowmotion, or was it his speed making everything else seem slow. He wasn't that fast was he?

"You are already a replica!" Rev yelled out, as he crouched down when he came close enough to the now two Nightmans, swinging his sword of light in a horizontal manner, attempting to hurl a wide-arc light projectile to attempt to amputate the Nightmans four legs at once, right below the kneecaps. Nightman didn't have to die. Not now. Not yet. Rev wanted to someday show Simon the truth of the world. There was no reason to stain Ken and Chinami's hands with his blood. It made the sword-wielder grit his teeth. What about his own? He knew the answer very well. Were it the flickering lights, he thought for a moment he could see the face of his brother. Giving off that haunting smile before fading away as quickly as he had come.

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"Damnable pirates, that they would travel through the Debris Zone of all places. Are they really that desperate or is it madness? Eh Major?" A gruff sounding captain spoke up from his seat, a man in his fourties with a scar at his chin. The man's darkbrown eyes scanned the sight before him, his equally dark wavy hair neatly kept in place by his military cap, the man also sported some impressive sideburns. Behind his seat stood another man, dressed in a red uniform with gold details, his chest decorated with many medals and bearing the rank of Major. The far younger man bore a set of piercing blue eyes and blonde hair, his physical build was that of an acrobat rather than a bruiser.

"True survivors do with what they have at their disposal in order to survive, if the Tekkadan taught us something, it is that the more cornered an animal is, the more likely it will lash out and fight to the end. No matter what that end may be, captain. These pirates aren't that much different, especially those who employ pilots which use the AVS. To a regular pilot of the Gjallarhorn army, these pilots are what a wolf is to a deer. Armed with sharp fangs. Hunting in a pack. Coordinated and ferocious. The outcome should be obvious in most cases. However there are things even wolves know to stay clear of. Bears. No matter how much they howl, bite or co-ordinate they won't take it down." The blonde rose up from his leaning position and walked past the seated captain, his eyes wandering over the view that lay ahead. The captain soon offered his reply.

"Heh. You fancy yourself a bear then sir?" The captain said with a grin, before he took a sip from his coffee-cup that was just within reach.

"Something like that. A predator cannot understand a prey or vice versa. Yet a fellow predator can respect and understand the hunger another predator feels." The major crossed his arms as he squinted out through the vast window, out at the field of debris floating around.

"I just don't understand, Major. Why are you piloting that old, pardon me from saying. That old scrapheap." It didn't take long for the captain to receive his answer, it came just as he was putting down his coffee-cup.

"Don't underestimate my Gullinkambe, captain. The Geirail while being an old model, and considered outdated by most. Is still a weapon. A small cut can end a man's life if you know where to aim. It were my first mobile suit. I specifically tracked down my training machine and requested to use it in battle. You could say it is kind of like a brother to me. It enjoys to hunt down bigger prey." The major raised one of his hands to adjust his hair, twirling a finger at a lock at his neck.

"U-understood... I am not questioning your impressive record, Major Charles Le Greif. I was just intrigued." The captain said with a slight sweatdrop at his cheek.

"It's fine. We all have things that intrgue us, captain. One of those things for me is to fight the strong. You cannot become a better pilot by fighting the meek or by having the machine do all the lifting for you. We live in a world where things often can be settled by the push of a trigger. I think we all remember the sight of the Dainsleif on the battlefield..." Charles couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the memory, a very unfortunate turn of events. He began to ponder, just how far would the Tekkadan and the revolutionary fleet have gotten had it not been for those wretched weapons.

"Aye. I do remember it... but that's war. You do what you have to do in order to win, right?" The captain said while grabbing a cookie from the plate next to his coffee-cup.

"Indeed." The blonde major replied, a slight upturn at the corner of his lips as he stood with his back against the captain.

"There has been some who put too much reliance on the performance of their machine, rather than the performance of themselves. I think that can be said for the Gundam Bael's last pilot. It is people you are to rely upon, including yourself and those who share your dream. Not by waving a flag or icon, like a child whose found his father's sword. Many swords are double-edged, it is easy to get cut if you are being foolish." Charles began to walk up the stairs of the command bridge to put himself back at the same elevation as the captain, looking into his eyes as he did.

"Mhm. Understood sir." The captain nodded before calling out to one of the crew which were handling transmissions.

"Any word from the scout yet?" The captain said impatiently, drumming his fingers on his armrest, while leaning his head into his other hand.

"Nothing so far, sir." The crew-man replied in a quick manner, before returning to check in his headset.

"A hunter must be patient, captain. Time you spend waiting, is time well spent. Those who are rash usually don't last long. Remember this well captain." The blonde nodded his head towards the captain.

"A-ah... yes sir." The gruff looking captain adjusted himself in his seat, having slid down into too much of a comfortable position.

"Though I must admit, the existance of the gundams make me shiver with anticipation. Now imagine....A gundam and a pilot connected by an AVS. Now that is a hunt. What could possibly be a more suitable foe to face in battle? Perhaps a mobile armor. But those are even more rare. If there's still any remaining. I like to think there are. Because people are resourceful, who knows what could be locked away in some old dark room. Just waiting to be rediscovered." The young major allowed himself a brief chuckle as he began to lean on the captain's backrest again.

"You sure is something else, Major." The captain said while one of the crewmembers filled up his coffee-cup again.

"I am human. Nothing more, nothing less. We are what we set out to be, our actions speak for themselves. Sometimes however, a single man or woman can alter history as we know it. It isn't Bael which has shaped Gjallarhorn into what it is today, it has been it's pilots and the actions of other people which has stood in it's path. Every little drop of water upon a leaf will eventually gather together into something bigger before falling off. Same can be said of the people which were with the Tekkadan. It wasn't that their mobile suits were necessarily stronger, but rather the sheer fanatism which seemed to seep into the people piloting those machines. It made them relentless, desperate opponents. The kind which can strike fear into the hearts of people. Which can have varying effects, such as creating allies who wouldn't want to be on the receiving end, while on the other side also create enemies who would like nothing more than swat that buzzing fly." Charles made a fingersnap with his left hand, then reached out for one of the cookies still remaining on the captain's plate. Picking it up with his left hand, using only his thumb and the finger next to it to hold it up with his white glove, as if it wasn't a cookie at all but a coin.

"Much like this cookie, which has sweet topping at one side, and is barren on the other. Some people are incapable of seeing things from the other side. If you want to truly bring defeat to your enemy, you must first understand how he thinks. Then you can take the appropriate actions. At the same time, you must keep yourself aware that they may try to do the same to you. Do you know why I keep an open channel in battle?" He asked, while placing the cookie back to it's plate, before sitting down this time into his own seat on the bridge.

"Enlighten me." The captain said, motioning with his broad arm and hands for the major to continue.

"Because an enemy you know, is an enemy harder to kill. An enemy which bears a face or name. When they see their opponent as someone, rather than something. That is when many will hesitate to pull the trigger. How do I know this? Because that is how we humans are. Different. Yet also so very alike. When you have your enemy pondering if what he is doing is nothing short of killing himself, his mental state or his soul if you so wish. That is when you know you have him." The blonde major crossed his legs and momentarily threw a glance to his polished black boots, taking a brief pause before continuing.

"You never know if the pilots you capture will end up having valuable information, thus it's fruitful to incapacitate them instead of outright killing them, whenever such is possible. The easiest way is to attack their ship, without a place to resupply, repair their damaged machines or means of retreat. They will be forced to surrender or be outright destroyed in a battle they cannot truly win with their lives intact. If they do surrender, you will not only have valuable captives which have information, but you will also be able to capture their machines. Perhaps even their very souls..." Charles held up a finger as to make a point to the captain, before the major's gaze fell back to staring at the debris zone before them. "If there will not be a reply from your scout soon, I will ask for your permission to sortie, captain. This is your ship after all, ranks aside." The blonde leaned back in his seat, looking at his gloved right hand before tightening it into a fist.

"Permission granted..." The captain adjusted his hat and tried to make himself more presentable as he sat there in his seat.

Suzakura Plagerzes


Boredom. Complete and utter boredom. Suzakura couldn't do anything else but sigh as he pondered about his options, having watched the ongoings inside and outside of the ring.

'Damn petty Pete is looking too damn miserable, if I were to go and mess with him right now it would lose all point in doing so. What purpose is there in doing that to someone already so sad it makes the tears cry tears of their own. No. I need to wait until the beef critter is in a better mood so I can wreck it. Oh yeah!' Suzakura felt invigorated for but a brief moment, as he pulled the pinky finger our of the ear, looking at the earwax stuck to it.

"Eww disgusting." He said and quickly detached it against the shirt of the small boy with the eyeglasses which he had just given a wet willy, while his mind had been preoccupied with what he could possibly do to cure his boredom.

"Well thanks for trying to make my day better little buddy!" Suzakura said, turning the shorter more meek looking kid around, patting his shoulders with both his hands to such a degree the boy's glasses dropped down to the ground. The boy shortly after reached for them, only to hear the familiar sound of Suzakura. "Oops! You should watch out for yourself man!" As the taller of the two stepped on the glasses with his boots.

Then Suzakura zoned out to avoid hearing the sobbings of the boy, what was it with people being so overly sensitive to everything? The world was a rough place to be in, you had to toughen up! The sooner the better. Filled with new motivation, and that he had done all he could to his surroundings, he happened to throw a glance to the upper stands on his way towards the resting area for many of the combatants. Suzakura made a slight whistle on seeing what he could only describe as....

'Hot teach within reach!' His eyes widened towards Erisse, who seemed to have thrown a glance towards him. Or did he just imagine it? He had to play it safe.

"Oops." He said aloud and dropped the keys he had previously borrowed from some careless teen, he couldn't even remember who it was only that the opportunity was there. As the keys hit the floor, he made sure he was facing Erisse's direction with his back before he slowly bent down to pick up the keys in the most sexy way he could.

'I gotta keep you in mind for later and compare with Chi-Naminamnam. Perhaps a best bikini faceoff...' He rose up slowly, and threw a glance over his shoulder, tipping a hat he didn't have like a cowboy would. 'Allright ma'am.' The young man then kept walking around the various stands, thinking of his pickup lines. It had to be something a teacher could appreciate.

'A: Because you are amazing, B: Because you are beautiful, C: Because you are clever and D:... Because you want it!' The young man gave himself a pat on the back as he approached what he could only describe as the perfect subject. He was chatting to a girl aswell which could certainly qualify as cute. But Suza's keen eyes detected that she was sorely lacking in some other aspects.

'Crap. I am thristy after all this work, damn Mina. Oh wait a bartender is heading this way... perfect.' He mused in his own head as the shorter and younger boy approached with a tray of drinks, his cap clearly sponsored by those hosting the tournament.

"Man! You are a lifesaver!" Suzakura felt a sudden burst of joy as he grabbed the boy's head on it's sides with both his hands, looked into his eyes, then reached to pick up a soda with one hand, pulling down the boy's cap with the other. Then proceeding to spin the boy around abit, and then discreetly pushing him with his boot into a section of the crowd that was jumping and cheering.

The boy vanished in the crowd, only accompanied by the sound of crashing glass and yells and cursing by what sounded like some older teens. didn't take the bully long to pop open his well deserved soda and take a swig. "Oh yeah, that's what I needed." He said aloud to himself, continuing up to the guy with the eyeglasses and the girl next to him. And a teacher looking- Wait a sec.

'What?!' The teach had walked over all the way over there before he did. But what was even worse, she was holding out a rose to the NERD. WHAT?! He snapped the rose. She proposed to the nerd and he rejected her?

'Why you little shit- Bullying that hot teach... Looks like we have some catching up to do foureyes...' Suzakura grinded his teeth as he got closer and closer towards where Erisse and Michael were.

The bully of Kiburi arrived just in time to hear the two introduce themselves. 'Erisse? What a fitting thing it had two 'S' in it'. As Suzakura felt it awfully fitting as he oogled at her bodyshape. 'Alot of 'S' right there.' Ofcourse he could pull of something like that himself with his powers, but it was always a pleasure to see nature at it's finest.

Then his gaze fell on the one he had labeled as a nerd. His name was Michael. "Yo! Mikey-crikey, I've been looking all over for you! Your buddy was asking for you, she needed some super serious foureyed assistance! Also fairest of evening you woman of fine attributes!" Suzakura motioned with his both hands, one hand still holding unto his soda which he raised as he praised Erisse. He did his best impression of someone who had an urgent message to deliver.

"It's something that can't be said loud in public Mikey..." He said in a hushed manner, motioning Michael to get closer so he could whisper to him.

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I think so, but gotta wait for one of the GM's to get online :)
Reverio Galand


The man in the suit, the seemingly henchman to Dr Nightman. Or were he an extension of the very man? A puppet? Or perhaps what they were fighting were an illusion created by the doctor. It wouldn't be too far fetched an idea to Rev, that someone like Simon would have been able to create some sort of false visionairy field of some kind. Which begged the question, where were he now? Was he hiding and pulling the strings of the man, watching for an opening or were he simply unaware of what was going on.

As far as Rev knew, the doctor seemed like a capable opponent, he would have likely noticed what was going on. With such in mind, to simply discard it all as an illusion would be risky not only for himself but to Chinami and Ken. A risk he wasn't willing to take just yet. But they couldn't afford to spend too much time fighting, they would end up too weakened to be able to deal with Simon.

Their current opponent which coated himself in the dark had survived the pillar of light, yet visually it seemed to have done something to him. Yet Rev knew that it wasn't only light that could cause blindness to things, but so could the dark. The man had hurled orbs of darkness towards the trio, while also leaving puddles behind him to prevent them from leaving the room by the doorway. The one before them spoke and moved in a manner of sheer confidence, despite the fact he were up against three, albeit young people.

While Chinami was defending herself and Ken, the latter had alerted them to a window which could be used. Either to provide some light into the room or a way of escape. That's right, Rev had also noticed it when he first had entered the room he were originally brought into. The windows were all bearing covers, perhaps to hide Dr Nightman's vile buisness or perhaps ward off the light itself. Rev had quickly raised his sword to parry and cut a few of the orbs coming his way, a few exploding behind him or catching parts of his cloak and searing his skin slightly. The man in the dark had spoken out to them.

"You're causing property damage. Enough." The man had said.

'Property damage?' Rev widened his eyes at hearing it, then his eyes darted to the man in question and then discreetly his eyes wandered to the ceiling of the room.

"Be wary! There may be illusions about! The doctor may be watching!" Rev called out to his two companions.

The young blonde swung his sword of light from his left side towards his right, to not only cut a few of the still incoming darkness orbs but also then swung the blade upwards, then back to the left side in a circular manner. Creating a ring of light before sending it right towards the direction of the man in the suit, but it wasn't aiming for him, it was targetting the ceiling above the man, cutting into it and making a circular shape. A thick and nice block of building materials. How heavy, but handy. Rev didn't stop to ponder on the possibility of the suited man's life insurance or his life expectancy. Neither if Dr Nightman had a home insurance. He just spoke out to the man.

"Ceiling la vie!" Rev said, as a slight upturn formed at the side of his mouth, while making a fingersnap with his free-hand. Hoping to see the man in the suit get a concrete reply about the property damage. And possibly also giving a nice little opening in the roof to allow some light inside, providing the rain had ceased that is.

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Suzakura Plagerzes


"That's a damn shame." Suzakura had replied in a mumbling manner towards Mina, as he rested his head into his left hand, drumming on his cheek with his fingers. He had to do without a drink.

"Guess it's your turn to tumble, Milkshake Mina. So get in there and shake that- Oi! Look at that, pansy Parker has become papa pants Parker! Holy hell talk about guts, well at least they are still inside him. Oh well, get in there and make him nostalgic! But remember don't kill him. That ain't how we roll! In Kiburi's school of cool." Suzakura made a fingersnap and winked with one of his eyes, before giving a thumbs up to Mina as she wandered off.

'Good grief. To think that guy has the guts to show his bless-less face around here. Admirable if it wouldn't be so damn sad.' He thought as he stood up from his temporary seating, he wanted a closer look on the fight so he decided to walk closer to the arena. Strolling along the way he couldn't help but notice a younger boy in what seemed to be a mailman outfit, standing there with his mailbag and trying to open a lollipop to little avail.

"Yo!" Suzakura approached the mailboy, raising his hand as he did, the younger boy quickly blinked his eyes to the taller young man. "Let me show you how to open that." He said and reached over to the boy's lolipop.

"Thanks! I wasn't sure how to get these open, I guess it's all about technique." The boy scratched his neck with his eyes momentarily closed, an awkward smile on his face. When his eyes opened next, he saw Suzakura easily slide the wrapping of the lollipop off and then handing over the wrapping into the boy's hand. "You've got that right. And no. Thank you!" The greyhaired young man said, making a clicking sound with his mouth and pointing his free hand as if it were a gun right back at the other boy. Then the sly guy slid the lolipop into his own mouth and continued on his way.

"Some guys are really damn hopeless. Whatever would they do without my guidance..." The young man said with a slight chuckle. He was getting closer to the ring now, and could see the fight going on.

'Well would you look at that the riffraff is ripped. I suppose that's fair as he is about to be ripped to pieces.' The pinkeyed young man shrugged slightly, leaning forwards, one hand in his pocket and the other holding unto the lollipop. Watching the ongoing fight where Parker was performing better than Suzakura had expected him to.

'Not too shabby for a giftless git. But you ain't beating my cowpatriot. I guess I should show my support for the guy. It's the right thing to do.' Suzakura thought as he removed the lollipop from his mouth, it would get in his way when talking. He saw a nicely clad young girl with curly hair nearby and felt a moment of enlightement. He took out the lollipop and put it into the back of the girl's long hair and then spun it around a few times before continuing around the arena border away from the girl and her company.

"Bravo! Well done trickie Dickie! You saw that knocking yourself out was the most gentlemanny thing to do! Well done! Well done! Very classy." Suzakura said in a mocking manner, but it was lighthearted at least in his voice. It was accompanied by firm golfclapping until he set his eyes on Mina, where he began to clap normally.

"That's my beef twerky! Great work Mina! Now you just gotta beat the rest of the trashtier turnips and our work here's done! Oi! This isn't the time to nap!" He hollered towards his bovine companion.

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Reverio Galand


Before the blonde had gotten the chance to answer Ken's questions, Chinami had instead done so and then the mysterious man in the suit had shown up. The blue eyed youngster had quickly jumped out of the path of the enemy's attack, but in doing so have gotten further away from Ken and Chinami. But perhaps this were for the better. The blonde narrowed his eyes on at the darkness that seemed to engulf the room. The longer they were forced to battle, the more weary they would become. As far as Reverio was concerned, they needed to solve things quickly or they would likely not last.

'This darkness is nothing compared to the darkness in my dreams!' He thought as his eyes widened, he quickly reached his hands over his head as if he were about to toss an imaginary basketball. Then six orbs of pure light would begin to form around him, and at the top where he held his arms aloft came a stronger light as a sword seemed to be pulled out of very light itself. The sword itself seemed to be physical in appearance, a golden pommel and hilt and a bright grey double-edged blade.

"You are the one that needs to be dealt with... forever." Reverio said as he allowed his hands to grip his sword, holding it up, pointing at the ceiling as it began to burn with bright light.

"Blade of the sun king! Carve through the darkness! Haaaaaah!" Reverio yelled out, as the six orbs of light around him quickly turned into beams, shooting right into the sword which he held aloft. Creating bright shine of magical energy, attempting to dispel the darkness around them. Reverio then made an overhead slash downwards, creating a pillar of light that would move forwards along the floor, his intent was to obliterate the man in the suit standing in their way. They didn't have time to play around. He didn't even have time to comment that the man standing before them was aptly clad for a funeral. His funeral.

Just what manner of place had they stumbled upon, what was Simon after? Had he stumbled into a dragon's den? If such was the case, where laid the dragons hoard? Questions which had to be answered much later, but for now they had to find Simon and make it out in one piece.

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Reverio Galand


The blonde couldn't help but feel worried at Ken's initial response, just how much had the doctor drained him? Could Ken even move? His questions soon were answered when the other young man continued to speak. Odd. He felt stronger all of a sudden. Was this what Ken had spoken of? He had powers to empower others?

'Hmm. Useful.' He thought to himself before nodding to Ken. While Ken had told about his desire to jam a sharp object into the doctor's spinal cord. The blonde couldn't help but to shudder. Stabbing someone in the back. It brought back memories, but such memories had to be suppressed for the time being.

"Allright, can you move? Let's mak-" His conversation was interupted by the arrival of Chinami, seemingly popping out of nowhere as far as Reverio could tell. For a moment he expected to see the doctor, were this girl a disguise of his? No. He dismissed that idea. After all if Simon wanted them back in their state, he would hardly need to disguise himself. The girl which had appeared before him and Ken alike had abit of sweat on her brow, she was likely another captive.

Rev replied quickly in a hushed manner to both Chinami and Ken. "Will do. I guess you are another captive? Be aware that the doctor isn't alone..." Reverio said while holding out his hand towards the girl's hand, he hesitated for a brief moment before grabbing her hand. It had been ages since he held a girl in the hand.

"You've got a plan, miss?" He asked in a hushed manner. "Ready when you are..." He lifted his free hand and turned it into a fist, his glove tightening.

Simon. Would he become but a memory aswell? Or would it be they, who would become one of his? He didn't know. Just like he didn't truly know the two other young people with him. But at least he weren't alone.

Not like that one time.

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Reverio Galand


Voices. Noises. There was a struggle going on, but between who? The young man furrowed his eyebrows, his ears perking up on hearing footsteps and someone coming into the room which he were located with. He allowed himself to assume a laid back posture in the chair, until he could hear the footsteps gradually becoming distant. He couldn't sit idle any longer, something fishy was indeed going on. Thus he got out of his chair, he couldn't help but feel abit off, as if someone had drained him slightly. Perhaps this were how the nobles felt after too much wine at those old masquerade balls.

The blonde young man followed the man in the suit as he made his way down a corridor and into another room. Reverio made sure to approach carefully, taking cover as much as he could, while also not losing track of the man. Peeking into a doorway he could see the boy from before. Ken. He was seemingly asleep and this man was looming over him before leaving and heading into the corridor, thankfully not spotting Rev as he quickly hid behind a corner.

As soon as the man was out of sight, Rev smoothly moved into Ken's room. He proceeded to swiftly move over towards Ken, moving his right hand to Ken's forehead, then began to channel his magic as good as he could, still with the uneasy feeling about the building. Using his powers he attempted to cleanse the condition which Ken was suffering from, healing any mental condition currently affecting him. If that wouldn't work, Rev was prepared to use the court method. Which usually involved slapping someone across the face until they woke up.

"Hey.. wake up..." Rev said in an hurried, yet hushed manner. Shaking Ken abit as he did. "There's something wrong about this place, the doctor is not who he claims to be. We need to move now." Reverio rushed over to the doorway. Then he quickly peeked out into the corridor.

"There's someone else here too... I could hear what sounded like a struggle. I think the doctor is keeping other people here against their will, for some nefarious purpose. He afflicted me with some powerful induction... he could possibly also be able to read other people's minds. We need to strike him fast, but without anger and without tapping too much into emotions... he may be able to detect us if we do. It's just an assumption, but better be on the safe side. So what do you think? Shall we rescue the others or shall we let the Rhean law enforcement be the heroes?" Rev set his piercing blue eyes directly at Ken, waiting to see what he would answer, while holding up one of his hands in a fistbump sort of manner.

Whatever the doctor was up to, Reverio felt that he just couldn't let the matter slide by. There was something going on, and he was intending to find out what.

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