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"I'm Fine just…… I just need to sle…… Challenge…… Fight……" The voice was slipping through, speaking with Rez's voice, "No! I…… Fight you…… In … a bou…… , Game of Snap!" Rez shot the last part out in the hope there would be no chance for the voice to intervene. "I challenge you to a game of snap." He knew it was crazy, and that the others would probably think he was weird, but the others weren't normal either. He looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes that the other boy would agree to the challenge. He didn't know why he chose Kyo, but now the challenge was out……… He just hoped it was accepted.
Umm…… I gotta sleep, but can I grab the child of Teddy Lupin and Victorie Weasly? I would make it grandchild but they were 19ish and 17ish by the time Harry and co were 36 and sending their kids to school. Will post CS tomorrow if that's alright.
At Katherin’s reply Rez groaned, half at what she had said and half at the pain that was starting to lace through his head. It wasn’t much at the moment, just a dull throb, but over time it would grow. The voice was right, he had to challenge someone, but he was also scared he would lose. “Great idea. Mister talkative here” he gestured at Kyo…… “I missed your name, looks like he is gonna collapse, and I really need to…… to……” he stammered to a stop, fighting inwardly with the voice, hoping for a blank that wasn’t coming. “Please tell me you have nice beds, because I ain’t sleeping on the floor………” He trailed off again, grabbing at his head as the voice started screaming, yelling that he had to phrase that more brutally, to provoke her, all of it above the pounding of his headache. The problem he thought, was that, even though accepting challenges was easy for him, delivering them was not always.
"Sooo…… If we can't live OUR life, then Who's life do we live? We could reinvent our self over and over I suppose, moving and changing names, appearances, and all that, but why?" Rez was babbling and he knew it but wasn't gonna stop, yet. "I mean, what do we want to do with our life if we have to live like this? I don't really know about you, but I'm not totally enjoying having someone in my head bossing me around, I'm sorry, but I am NEVER going back to those sici, sicatra, Sacias, sintara……… whoever those things are. Never again, thank you verry much." He knew he had gone off on a tangent, he also knew that he was probably provoking Katherin, as she had said she had been training to be one of those psychiatrist, psychologist people or something like that. His voice was busy whispering; Go for it, provoke her, make her mad, come on challenge her, it dosn't have to be her, anyone will do, throw me a bone, yeah? Come on, you haven't gotten yourself a challenge for ages, and you know what that means. Just challange her, him, any one of them, the next one to speak, there, challenge the next on to speak, OOOHHH…… what about the one in the back, with blue hair? She looks easy to take on, beat her, come on. Unless you want to fail? In that case how about him, the one with ice eyes? Or Mister talkative over here? I really don't care who you challange, but hurry up and do it! It was getting more than Rez could bare, the constant nagging of his voice for a challenge, the news that he would be like this forever. "So is there any way out that doesn't include dying? And if not, What the hell do we plan to do with our lives?"
"Still Alive!"
- The Croods.
Before he could stop it a single tear traced his cheek, what was that for? "So we're gonna live here forever?" He grinned suddenly randomly, "We should probably get nice furniture then, just saying." Slowly his words were getting more and more likely to be provoking. Rez knew it was time to start shutting up before he cornered someone into challenging him, just as the voice was aiming for. He had found that as long as he didn't believe things were challenges he didn't have to accept them, but with no challenges he found himself trying to provoke others. Of course as a last resort to shut his voice up he could challenge others, but it wasn't the same.
"Wait……… immortal, like immortal? as in living forever? Won't that be incredibly lonely?" Rez was only just grasping some of the thins she had said earlier. "So the choice is; Live forever with demons driving that tiny sane part of us crazy, OR Get rid of them and die? …Hang-on… immortal not indestructible, right? So what happens if we die vaguely normally?" Rez had a bad habit of often speaking out loud when puzzling through things, it helped him think, but others often found it annoying, or weird; and albino brat talking to himself, not an everyday occurrence for most people, but everyday occurrences were very far from here.
Arman knew what she was doing was wrong, but that didn't mean she was going to stop. She had been an interested watcher of the episode in the tavern, since Ray wouldn't need her till this evening, so she had decided to follow along behind. A good story to be gained? She was so there.

Ray had once said she thought way too much about stories; her every waking thought, when not about food, was stories. Sure, she was probably being just a little over-focused on the one subject, but that was how she worked. No way around it. When the genderless 'kid', whom the other boy had called "Seer", had started heading out holding the girl she lept off her stool and scuttled out the door ahead of the small party. Striding away from the tavern she tried to look confident, like she was doing nothing wrong. She slipped into a small alley across the street from the tavern, waiting to see where the others went. Hoping she wasn't being stupid, was this crazy? yes probably. Should she be doing it? No probably not. But none of that was going to stop her. This was the most exiting thing that had happened for a long time there was no way she was missing out.
Posted; I finally got my mitts on some WiFi. (YESSSS!! Jumps with joy!) So I am frantically working out what needs/wants replying to.
Whoa! Information overload! Rez was struggling to process what Katherin had just said, a lot of it bouncing straight off his ears. No mind reading, it was permanent, and something about a box. Discarding everything else for that moment, Rez focused on the box. "Like Pandora's box from Greek myths? And it's broken? So…… if we could fix it? Or make a new one? could this end?" The sooner this was over the better, although for the most part Rez had resigned himself to the idea of permanantly keeping his voice. It didn't have a name, least not one it had told him, although judging by the way Katherin called her demon Secrets, his probably had a name as well. As for similarities to their demons? That for Rez was fairly obvious; Fighting, getiing into bets, challenges, and …………… failing. He was good at failing challenges. Or…… and then he lost his train of thought, forgetting everything for barely a second, a overload problem he'd had from long before voices in his head. Backtracking he found he had boldly stepped forward and asked questions, luckily not phrasing them as challenges, yet. But that was more than he had ever intended to do.
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