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[So, a Len isn't really anything out of the ordinary, especially lately with the influx of folks from Daughter of Evil and Synchronicity. What is out of the ordinary, though, is that this one seems to have no confusion, no disorientation... in fact, he's just standing in front of the bus, staring at KAITO's notice, muttering to himself.]

tch.. 'a-ok with UTAU' what kind of ice-cream addled, retarded sell-out did you turn into...

[[ooc: Before you ask, not from a PV, just another singing robot, albeit one a little obsoleted... Also, now fixed since I fail at HTML. Will reply properly when morning comes because holy hell it's late]]

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[Luka has not been having a good week, to say the least. Being transported to the literal middle of nowhere while in the midst of a war has been a rather testing experience for her nerves, and determined as she's been to get out of here as soon as possible, her efforts so far have proven useless. Luka's not used to that, to things not working out the way she plans for them to -- and it's an annoyance, certainly, but what she can't bear is the fact that her battalion needs her, and that she's not there.

She needs to come up with a different plan. She has to find a way out. But as it is, she's spent this whole time trying to think of something (anything) and failing -- she hates that word so much -- and she's barely slept at all this week, and even though she's used to it, she feels out of focus, her head heavy. Right now, what she needs is a way to get herself to concentrate properly again. So, what does she do?

Shoot things, naturally.

Not to worry, she's shooting empty soda cans, not people. She's got them all lined up in a nice long line, at quite a large distance from where she's standing. She shoots quickly, aiming for the middle of every can. Once she's finished, she steps forward, picks each one up, and checks for the bullet. While she hit them all, a couple shots are slightly off-mark -- she scowls, drops those cans back to the ground, and crushes them under the heel of her boot with a loud, metallic CRUNCH.]

G-God, i'm weak. .__.; or alternatively: OHGOD IT'S A SAI RUN FOR YOUR LIVES

[yurikathesecond.livejournal.com]

[his arms are crossed over his chest as he appears in the dressing room, a frown on his face as blue eyes peer about the place.

a couple of questions.

One: Where the hell are my sisters, and are they safe? Sayu, in particular.

Two: How did I just step from one place into somewhere completely different?

Three-- oh, wait, there's Kaito's message to the newbies.

... well.

That ... explains everything and nothing all at once.

So, yeah, he's just gonna start walking and looking for any sign of his family. Not that he'll be the friendliest sort of person once he finds them, but yeah, it'll put his mind at ease at least. he really does care, after all.]

The Kagamine Flood Continues!

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[Sitting curled up with his back against a wall, is yet another Len, and one who had yet to find Kaito's handy dandy newbie chart. In fact, he was absolutely convinced that he'd gone stark raving mad; because she had gone.
He had always known he'd be lost without her...he just didn't expect hallucinations. Especially not a hallucination so huge he could no longer see the prison camp. The only thing he knew was real for certain was her goodbye letter that he was still clutching in his hand.


Though he had to admit, this was a vast improvement on the scenery he was used too.]