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Mania
Milli made his way down the corridor with his hands in his pockets, walking with a spring in his step that matched the beat of the song playing in his headphones. He didn't have to worry about keeping on guard down here, no matter the hours, as he was more than capable of defending himself down here. He made his merry way up the cracked stairs to the streets above to make his way to the Lion's Gate.


Oshiro
Zero opened his eyes to find himself standing in a place surrounded by stone. Where was he? Or had he always been here? He was not sure. Infinity was such a strange concept, and so was he. Where were his thoughts at? Himself? Good question. Everything made no sense absolutely.
He was cold. It bit and gouged out cables of nerves and he shivered from its ravaging. With a worried glance, he shot a look around him, unceasing, unblinking voids known in layman's terms as eyes shifted here and out there to try and comprehend... something. He'd already forgotten, and by then it was too late.
He was poorly dressed: the thinnest of undershirts, short cotton shorts, barefoot. He looked like something out of the dream with those wild eyes and wind tossed hair and stark white clothes against ice colored skin. Maybe he'd always been this way. Maybe not.
Infinity was such a strange concept and so was he.


Mania
Milli strolled down the corridor. His steps were in time to the beat of his music he had blasting from his headphones. He liked how the sounds kept his mind clear. He often was rather spacey, but having music playing gave his mind something to grab a hold of instead of wandering about aimlessly. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the boney figure and made a face- or rather several faces. Milli looked


Oshiro
A surging pulse filled Zero's consciousness and he knew without hardly a shadow that something was there. With some form of rigid grace, as hypocritical as it is, he turned slowly to see a stranger not that far away, but so beyond his reach, and it puzzled him so why the creature appeared to be grasping for something. Maybe it was as lost as he was.
This thing, whatever a conundrum it was, posed no conceivable threat as he could perceive. But evil is disguised in its forms, as the seething masses prove by their existences in grandiose deluges of wanton sin. Zero was sure this one wasn't so, though he couldn't help but conclude that he, for surely it was a he, was flawed.


Mania
He took a deep breath and finally settled on what sort of utterance to make. He let it out at once. "HI!" It came out as shout an echoed through the stone hall. He couldn't hear how loud he was due to his bumpin tunes. He was actually afraid that he hadn't said it loud enough and thought about repeating himself with an even higher volume.


Oshiro
Zero flinched and whipped his head around, wide-eyed. The voice was so loud and came from everywhere. He covered his eaars with his hands and fell to his knees.
So loud. But so quiet. He wasn't sure. Was he afraid? Why? What could voices do? They could rip you apart.
He stared at the ground, just staring, just staring. But he was wondering why all of a sudden and dug his nails into the sides of his head till his vision began to swim.


Mania
He quickly realized that he startled the boy once he saw his reaction. He pulled down his earphones and moved to take a step towards him before thinking better of it and staying where he was so as to not frighten him further. "Goodness I'm so sorry," he apologized in much more acceptable volume and with a sincere look on his face.


Oshiro
Zero looked up at him, animal eyes haunting and fearful: not sure which was supposed to be predator or prey, or if there was such a thing. To him, the world was... was... his.
Or nobody's.
Everybody's.
Who was he anyway.
"Why are you sorry?" he demanded. "You can't be sorry! There's no such thing. Guilt rather than desire. It's pathetic."
He dropped his hands and glared.


Mania
"Well geez. Sorry I bothered to apologize to you," he replied sarcastically, a bit taken aback. Of course he would end up meeting some weirdo in the grotto. It was just filled with them.


Oshiro
Zero turned and started to walk away, gliding over the walk almost literally. Then he turned slowly and stiffly towards Milli.
Friend? Foe? What purpose shall we serve this day? Are we programmed? Or we functional? Are we even here? Does here exist, or is it there? WHAT IS HE?
"Why are we here?" he asked, looking very disturbed.


Mania
"How am I supposed to know why you're down here?" Gosh this guy kept getting weirder. "I am going home to my apartment down here." He explained. He assumed he meant the immediate 'here' in the stone grotto main passageway.


Oshiro
"But we must be here for a reason," Zero snapped. "Or at least..." his voice went quiet. "Unless there never are purposes to anything." He frowned again.
"Was I meant to kill you?"
"Or you kill me?"
"Or is this just chance."
"And neither of us are really here...?"


Mania
He made a funny face as he processed the boy's strange words. "How about we just happened to meet coincidentally and neither of us was meant to kill eachother. Aaaand I'm pretty sure I am here. I don't know where you are though." He replied as he tried to make sense out of this.


Oshiro
Zero put his thumb in his mouth and bit on it. He bit on it till it bled. "Nothing makes sense anymore, Thirteen. Why won't you tell me why?"
Even he couldn't remember whom he was addressing.


Mania
"Um.....it's not really healthy to uh....to bite yourself..." he had a growing look of worry on his face. He didn't even bother telling the guy that he wasn't whoever this Thirteen was. He was pretty sure this guy's sense had flown the coop. He was so....unsettling.


Oshiro
"Bite?" he asked, then looked at his thumb. "My my, how did that get there?" He put his thumb back in his mouth and bit it off.


Mania
Milli's expression shifted to a nearly blank one, business mode. He was off patrol duty at the moment, but he wouldn't let that stop him from continuing his responsibilities as a Dog of the KC. This boy was a potential disturbance to the city at the least, and was highly likely to harm someone if left to his own devices. Something needed to be done with him. He took out his badge. "As a Dog of the KC, I advise you to seek medical and mental aid at the hospital. I will escort you there. If you do not heed my advice, I will use force to escort you there." He informed him in a very business like manner. Ugh, he was getting blood all over the passageway. What a mess. Thankfully Milli wouldn't have to clean any of it up should more messes be made in the hall.


Oshiro
Zero watched blood spurt out of the severed artery and splash across the ground. It also filled his mouth. He stared at the amputated thumb that now lay on the ground, with his bloody hand held near his face.
At the words 'mental' and 'hospital', he completley lost control.
"NO!" DON'T TPUCH ME! DON'T TAKE ME BACK! OH GOD! PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME BACK THERE!"
As if too correct his mistake and be a good little boy that didn't need to go to a hospital, he reached out to the blood.
It all returned to his hand.
His thumb was back in place, fully functional, fully there.
"See? All better now, isn't it? Isn't it? I don't need to go anywhere! PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME THERE!"
He collapsed to his knees, sobbing and shaking all over, holding his head in his hands, twisting his hiar in his fingers.


Mania
Mili would be a hypocrite if he called this boy a freak. Here he was, seeing him bite off his own thumb and leaving blood everywhere and all he could think about was how he was getting the place all messy. He felt no fear or concern for him. Milli was always a good Dog and just did his job. Even enjoyed it at times, especially when he got a good fight. He frowned at the boy.
"Fine, fine. Don't make a mess again." He wasn't going to just let what he saw slip from the KC of course though. "Tell me, how did you do all that?" he asked curiously.


Oshiro
Zero's eyes widened. "Do what?" he asked. He was never sure what he was meant to do anymore, or what he was doing, what he did, what anyone did. For all he knew, Mili could be eating Zero's brains. He obviously wasn't, but it was not so obvious to Zero. Everything got fuzzy and twisted when Zero looked at it. Maybe it was because of his slipping sanity. Maybe it was because he wasn't fully human.
Wait, I just did that with my hand. "You mean do this?" he asked, looking at his hand. He had just done something to it, but now he couldn't remember what. He frowned at his hand. What if I bit it off? The whole thing? What if I stuck it through a garbage disposal in a sink and flicked on that switch? What would that accomplish? Would that make things happen?


Mania
"You bit off your thumb, bloodied the floor up quite a bit, then reversed everything back with your thumb whole on your hand and no more blood anywhere," he explained with a finger pointing to his hand and the floor. He left out the part about Zero freaking out.


Oshiro
"Oh that," Zero said, his suddenly perfectly articulate, clear, but mellow. Such a drastic difference compared to what it had been before, as if he had suddenly woken up. "That was all an extension of my capabilities. I have much more power at my command, but such is reserved for when I truly need it. My absence of mind makes it difficult to even understand what I do and don't, what I can do and cannot. It has to be so, I suppose, as if my own mind is keeping me from doing something dangerous, as it knows I have no control."


Mania
"That makes sense. Sounds kinda inconvenient though. Your 'absence of mind', I mean. And what do you mean by extension of your capabilities? What's your ability exactly, reversing things?" He cocked his head to the side. He didn't understand what exactly he could do. The KC could certainly do something with him, and if not with him, then to him.


Oshiro
"Anything can come under my favor," he said, which was both an answer and a deviation at the same time. And then his eyes seemed to flicker, and he had reverted to his former strangeness. He blinked and looked at Mili. "Where am I?" he asked.


Mania
He frowned at his 'answer'. He really didn't like riddles or whatever he was trying to pass as an answer. Milli wasn't good at mind games or things that required much thinking. He wasn't the brightest, but he couldn't really help it. He frowned even more when the boy seemed to revert back to his weirder state. "You're in the main passageway of the stone grotto in the metro axial of Janlea" he answered in detail.


Oshiro
"Are you sure?" Zero asked. He did not even know what the... the.. whatever this place was called, really was. It had such a long name, and he felt so lost.


Mania
"I, am in the main passageway at least." He clarified and pointed to himself. For all he knew this guy was on a whole nother planet or something. Gosh he really needed to do something about him.


Oshiro
"At least... but what about at most? What is the most possible place you could be at? Why anywhere of course! Or nowhere," he said with a frown, his voice getting quieter. "What if we all were nowhere? Where would we be?"


Mania
"Uh...I guess, nowhere?" he was quite at a loss for how to deal with this guy. "It doesn't really matter though since we're here, though," he said pointing at the ground beneath their feet. "Where do you live?" he asked, changing the subject before this guy could go off about things that confused Milli.


Oshiro
"Live? Why, I don't actually live at all, do I? I.... I... exist... for what though?" He hissed suddenly, like a distressed animal. "I merely exist, but have no purpose? If I have none why do I desire one? Or is it a need rather than desire? Yes, it must be, for I desire nothing. Then I shouldn't say as much. I have lied, for I am flawed."


Mania
"STOP, STOP STOP STOP STOP!!" he blurted loudly. He couldn't take any more of his bizarre ramblings. All Milli could really understand was the literal, not anything philisophical or metaphysical. He's was just about ready to give up on his chances of holding any sort of simple conversation with this guy.


Oshiro
Zero stopped, blinking at Milli for a moment before he resorted to a blank stare. He was not so sure what he was supposed to stop doing. Maybe it was talking, or standing or... oh! Maybe he was supposed to stop all that living business too. So Zero decided to drop dead.


Mania
Milli silently stared at his body for a few seconds with a surprised look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone else happened to be in the hallway, and upon finding no one else, he did what any sensible person would do. He continued on his way home down the hallway without looking back. He didn't want to deal with the body. He never liked cleaning up corpses.


Oshiro
Even if Zero wanted to die, his rationality, what little was left, wouldn't let him. So though he'd had all appearances and all feelings of death, he certainly was anything but. Not long after Mili had left, he opened his eyes and stood up. He looked left, then right, then walked off into a random direction, not really sure where he was going or what was going to happen to him next.