I have just awoken! Good morning~! *yawn* Oh, good morning, Eralonia.

~*hiccup* Morning.~

UWAAH! ERALONIA! YOU ARE MALFUNCTIONING!

~Nah, I've just *hic* got the hiccups. I can get rid of them by drinking water or something... *hic*~

That is... strange. How are hiccups caused?

~By a spasm in the *hic* lungs or something. I dunno.~

Strange... well, you must cure your... 'hiccups' while I record my entry. I do not want random hiccups in the background.

~Alright.~ *walks off, hiccuping*

Everything seems to be going nicely around campus! And-- oh... @Pacifica.

*ahem*

I am not truly an expert on... human emotions and how people feel. I used to only be.. *sigh*... a manufactured weapon for battle. I was created to destroy, obliterate, and tear down anything that stood in my way. My soul's purpose was to kill anyone on sight, any way I could. With my electrical powers, by strangling them, or just with a dagger. I didn't know what fury was. I didn't know why I was doing this. I didn't know how I felt. I didn't feel. After the deaths of approximately 389 people, (I remember each and every one of their faces) I stopped. I don't remember how or why, but something... snapped, inside of me. I saw the blood, carnage and death around me. I saw living people who I thought I could reach out to, but they were not friendly. They took me away, locked me in a cell, where I stayed for months... most of which I spent crying. I saw the emotions of other people, and learned from them.

I see it clearly now. Like it happened only an hour ago... it was 17 long years ago. Late November, midday. I could see far our my cell window. I saw a little boy... lost. Crying. I tried to talk, but I didn't know how to form words. All that came out was hissing. The boy looked up, his tear-stained face then turning into pure, unbridled fear. Terror at the freak above him, who he had probably seen on the News for murder. He ran. I saw how hard he tried to get away from me. A murderer. Someone who took lives without any sort of remorse or regret. Killing people for sport.

That is not who I was, not who I wanted to be. I didn't GET a choice... th-that wasn't my fault! I-I didn't... *sniff* d-didn't know... A-and now I live w-with one of my victims and every time I look at him I cannot breathe and for a split second I remember how much he used to love me and tell me how I would be his father's greatest creation and how he was so proud of me as well and he didn't know I was made for killing--

*deep breath* *whispers* IwillnotcryIwillnotcryIwillnotcry

I-I... *sniff* I'm-- I am sorry. Apologies, I-- I did not mean to turn this into something about me.

But yes, what I meant to say was... I know how you feel. That deep, empty feeling you get in the pit of your stomach. You ask yourself why you did what you did. It is not sadness or fear or regret... but more like a strange mixture of all three. I call this emotion "Empty". I feel emotions now.. *pause* Wh-which means I can feel all the GOOD emotions in the world! Happiness, excitement, and love are beautiful things.

I-I am sorry to burden you with this... please don't think about what I have gone through. Just.. focus on the good things in the world!

That's how I keep going.

*click*

Oh my! That is horrid. I do mean, yes, Cimmerian Labs and Co. did imprison @Nobody and her cat for years... yes, they did indeed capture her again and try to suck her special powers from her, draining her of a large aspect of her personality and who she is as a person, and... oh. Well... I.. guess that they deserve it.

~Hm. How very unlucky for them.~

Is it not? I wonder what had happened.

~I wonder. Hm-hm-hm, whatever could have caused this.~

And-- @Gretel! Gambling?! I am ashamed, why would you put money on--

{*whispers* I'm putting 25$ on Illuminati. I have no doubts.}

MORRIS!

{What?! I could make a profit!}

*sigh*... I also watched the broadcast. That crater was extremely wide! I am surprised something so large as that was not detected. Some parts are still on fire currently. I wonder if Atlantica has seen this?

{Nah, she hasn't She's in the infirmary for a severe allergic reaction to something.}

~Hm. What a shame. I hope she's OK.~

{You know who I hope is OK? All of the male population of PsyHigh. Mattie sent out a manipulative subliminal message to all the guys in school. Thank goodness for tinfoil, y'know? I already HAVE my beautiful girlfriend--}

Oh, Morris!

{And she doesn't want anyone relating to death. Ghosts can be a bit dreary, y'know? Also, she's so twisted for freaking poor Nobody out. Like, geez. The poor girl needs a day off, so @Matching by Mattie, lay off. Kapeesh?}

Yes, I second that. *yawn* I am tired... I will turn in for the night.

~G'night.~

{Goodnight! I'll do the same here.}

~Hm.~

{What about you, Eralo?}

~I will, I will. Just gimmie a minute.~

{...Okay.}

*click*

Eralonia's eyes drifted across the ceiling uneasily. Her stomach felt bad. She decided to take a quick peek into the future to see if the salmon she ate would come back up...

She looked into the future when angry. It cooled her down, seeing others' possible fates. It could make her happy, embarrassed, scared, maybe a little upset. She was used to the bad things. Over a thousand years of bad things numbs a person-- or a cat. Seeing possible happiness made her realize that people cared enough for something. Caring for yourself is good-- caring for others is wonderful.

They came to her in quick flashes. They didn't stay for long. Visions of Atlantica laughing (an obvious positive) Morris interacting with his family (Alive. This one always unsettled her.) Scilph humming a song. An older Gretel eating exotic foods. A Mattie with pink hair staring blankly at a mirror.

And then Eralonia saw something that caught her attention.

Pacifica, currently outside her window, dressed in black. She could tell it was Pacifica... because of the way she walked. Eralonia noticed little things about others. How they walked, how they talked, how they acted when they were feeling specific emotions... Pacifica's slow and careful gait was unmistakeable, as if always on lookout for an Atlantica tackle-hug. She also hunched, just the tiniest bit. She had an "on guard and prepared for anything" feel to her stance.

She was constantly checking over her shoulder, a black cloak flowing behind her silhouetted form. Eralonia watched quietly, as she made her way into the forest. What for, she didn't know. She didn't bother trying to look into a future for this-- there were thousands of possibilities. Hell, sometimes she even looked into a possible past.

Eralonia smiled, just the tiniest bit. Another thing Eralonia noticed, is how people react to certain situations. Pacifica always did things for a reason. No energy was wasted on trivial things. She spent her time wisely, and to the best of her ability. Always focused on importance and driven by being as productive as possible. This was a motherly-like thing about her-- probably getting this trait from taking care of Atlantica so long.
If she was doing something this dangerous, Eralonia should support it. She nodded to herself.

Suddenly, Eralonia sneezed. After tonight, she promised herself, I'm going to @Dr. Ankhy for a checkup... I must be coming down with that Third-Person Flu.

Hello.

I have *ahem* calmed down from... the... the sugar rush. Pacifica, I am very sorry for all the trouble I have caused... I wish I did not do the things that I did... *whispers* D-did I really break her printer?

~Yes.~

Eeep! I-I am very sorry! P-please let me make it up to you!

~You can't see this, but she's bowing so much she could kiss her knees. C'mon, stand up...~

But I was such a bother! Oh, my... what happened while I was out?

~Let's see... uhm... Nobody got kidnapped back into the Labs-- which her father ran, we found out some backstory about her, Claude and Attie went to rescue her and got caught but Morris saved them--~

That is my Morris! *sigh*

~And made it back here. Possibly some other things. Now I can go back to being Eralonia instead of Ainolare! Haah, that was difficult.~

I am not quite aware of you doing anything to help us in this.

*door opens* {Tadaima (I'm home).}

Oh! Hello, Morris! I am glad you returned safely.

{I'm glad you didn't hurt yourself while I was gone. Did you cause a lot of trouble?}

Uhm... no... ANY-THE-WAYS, now that I am feeling better and no longer sick, I will work on drawing! I am sure the bad luck has worn off, and I will now be able to draw Pacifica and Nobody! I will get to work right away.

{Alright.}

~So, what have you been doing?~

{I've been looking up things about Cimmerian Labs... but I couldn't find anything. I thought that they'd be linked to... my dad's Lab somehow. I dunno. *sigh*}

~...Try not to think about it. It's in the past... we shouldn't dwell on the things that have caused us pain. That was then, this is now.~

{Is that how you deal with... you know...}

~I don't mind if you say her name. It doesn't effect me.~

{...Fortuna?}

~Yes. And I feel that Scilph has found that too. Like @Gretel has said, we shouldn't let our pasts define us. We need to think about the good our powers may bring rather than the bad. Negativity won't get us anywhere. That's what I believe.~

{...}

{But believing in something doesn't make it real.}

~...~

~I'm going to make dinner.~

*click*

Oi.

Him. The Labs. Normal. This is amazing. Just fantastic. I have so many questions... *sigh* How did Nobody get her powers? Who is He? Where are The Labs? How? Why? *longer sigh* My heads starting to hurt. Damn. Well... we don't need code names for Nobody and Claude now, since they're already known of. But a ghost, a failed science experiment that went on a murdering spree once (no offense Scilph) and an anthropomorphic cat should still remain secret. I've donned my new, fully solid and not-see through personality, Maurice. Scilph does not currently exist *wink* and Ainolare is just a normal house-pet who does not wear dresses and walks on all fours. Nothing suspicious. We come from Normal's University off the coast of... uhm... that direction. There's our alibi.

Great. Now that Attie and Claude have been caught... oh, no... who knows what will happen. Claude, don't say a word. Attie, be as Normal-ish as possible. NO good-luck influencing. NO bad-luck influencing either. Be NORMAL. Be BORING. Be... be the OPPOSITE of you. *sigh* I wish Pacifica went instead of Atlantica...she knows how to be calm...

"WHEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! MORRIE-BABY! LOOK AT THE STAAAAAARS!" *lightbulb bursts*

See, THIS is what happens when Scilph gets drunk on sugar, caffeine, and... ghost squid ectoplasm. Yech. This is-- OUCH! SCILPH, QUIT PULLING MY HAIR! *loud, frustrated meowing* "AW, YER--... YER NO FU-- "*lights flicker* "fun, Eralonia... hee-hee, I can't feel mah handsies..."

Geh-- it's hard to control her... we need to make sure that she stays in our Dorm, and doesn't leave... we need someone to take care of her... okay, Pacifica, don't hate me, but I'm putting YOU in charge. You're the most responsible here. You know how to deal with crazy girls. You also have tranq darts. But... don't sedate her unless you really need to... I do not want my girlfriend passed out for 18 hours.

*more frustrated meowing*

I cannot understand you, Ainolare. At all. Okay? Since Attie and Claude got caught, I'm going to try and find The Labs... I'll provide a distraction... I'll get a Brain Wipe, and try and free the others. YOU supervise Scilph.

*meowing that sounds like swearing*

Shut up. Oi, my head...

*click*

Uhm... This is Morris-- OW! Don't scratch me, Eralonia... Maurice...geez, Eralo, I don't how this is any different from my real name.

~*hissing* My name is Ainolare! Er, meow!~

Okay. Uhm... We're going off with @*Atlantica*... Attie... to get back @Novody. Nicky. From the suit-sunglasses people.

~We'll call them S.S.'s. And-- *gasp* Pacifica, you told Don you thought he was cute?! Guuuuurl, how'd he respond? Give me the details! I-- I mean, mew.~

...Alrighty then. I get the gist of this. Soooooo... we got the danishes and jelly rolls and-- oh, some croissants as well.

"CROISSANTS?! *cough cough* *groan* Auuuuhhhh.. m-my aching side..."

~SCILPH, HUSH--! Meow meow meow.~

"I may not accept them though... I have not had good experiences with gift baskets."

Scilph, Mattie gave you a top with a plummeting neckline. It's Mattie. You shouldn't still take offense from her.

"But I feel like it was a backhanded complement! Everyone knows I'm flat--"

~SHUSH! MAURICE, JUST GO ON WITH THE DAMN PLANS!~

Why're you so concerned that the S.S.'s are screening our entries? They're strictly Psyhigh campus readables only. OW!! Stop scratching me! Geez, I'll go on with the plan... so Era-- AINOLARE, f'goodness sakes... will stop drinking her speech potion. We'll give it to Claude, who will sneak into the base once we track it using Nicky's Journal's infrared GPS system. Once found, he will find out why she's trapped there and what they're trying to find out. After doing so, he will make his way back to No--Nicky, and record an entry telling us the details. If they're hostile, we will give them a brain wipe of some sort-- details are still sketchy on that, but we'll figure it out-- and get Nicky back, erasing any evidence that she was there. We move out tomorrow. Done and done.

"Oooh, Attie wrote me a note! "To my bestest bestie that ever bestied-- I hope you get better soon! XOXOXOXO~! Atlantica. P.S. You'll find this croissant to be very 'sweet'!" How nice."

Ah, Scilph--

~Meow.~

"This has quite the kick to it!... Why are you all vibrating?"

Scilph, that had caffeine in it. And sugar. And apparently... ghost squid ectoplasm?! Attie, you are one twisted chick...

"Oh. Well. My pain is gone, but I have lost all feeling in my body. And my fingers will not stop twitching.")*loud sound of lights buzzing and flickering*

~Meow-wow.~

*click*

~Well.~

~This is just dandy.~

~@Nobody has been abducted by three men in suits and sunglasses. This is the beginning of a Science Fiction Movie, I swear. It's good they didn't reach Psyhigh, though.... who knows what would have happened. Thousands of mythical beasts, unknown creatures, and supernatural powers wouldn't quite go down well with the rest of the world. The Normals would spread worldwide panic. Anyway, the most likely place they're going is some sort of lab... the one poor Nobody was talking about. Ho hum.. I have so many possible theories and futures. Damn...~

Eralonia? *groan* What's wrong?

~SSSSHHH! Don't say a word! They could be tracking our Journal entries... we don't know what they can do! Men in suits and sunglasses can't lead to anything good. You will refer to me as Ainolare. AYE-no-lair. And you currently do not exist. No words from you, alright?~

Oka--

~HUSH!~

... *silent thumbs up* *stifled groan* Cramps...

*door opens* {I'm back. What's up--}

~SSSSHHH! Maurice, shush!~

{...Mauri--}

~*whispers* Men in black sunglasses and suits just abducted Nobody. We're going to get her back... somehow. And find out why they took her.~

{...Alright.}

~STOP TALKING WITH THOSE BRACKETS! *whisper* and turn opaque.~

O-okay... w-wait... you're a talking cat.

~SH*T!~ *gets on all fours*

Alright... so... Nobody-- Nikki... how did you get there? Uhm... to the Black-Suit people? Please don't hurt her. She's just a person. Please chill.

~*hissing* Don't say that!~

*sigh* We'll get back to this.

*click*

*moan* Hello. I am very uncomfortable... my stomach still hurts, I feel as if I need to vomit all the time... and no one has come to take care of me. Oh well. I have gotten off fine on myself. *groan* Since I do not need to eat or drink, I have not moved for awhile. I am still on the morphing couch-bed.

~That's so unhygienic.~

When did you get here?

~I just got back. Claudette was rough today. Woof. We lost a curtain, and Nobody's bed almost caught fire.~

Aaahhh... I still must draw her... leopard prints are difficult to draw... and I cannot draw Pacifica, still... and my entire body hurts so much... I do not want to do anything ever again.

~Poor you. I found a nice new anime. You wanna watch it? It's called Amagi Brilliant Park.~

It does sound nice, but I must catch up on my Journal entries... oh, @Gretel wrote about me. I love appearing in other's Journal entries. Ah yes, I have indeed met that kid. That one in particular. I do not even know why he's here. He continuously tries to talk about my new haircut. And he calls me Scilpho. That is usually the only time that I ever use my electricity harnessing because he irritates me to no end. *pause* *groan* I am not in any condition to put up with him.

Oh... Gretel. Do not say that you are not 'cool'! Because of you, we have been saved from so many Fortuna attacks and such. Without you, we would all probably cease to exist. So do not get frustrated with yourself! There is one thing you can do about that kid.

~Ignore him. And when he gets on your last nerve, put your hands on his shoulders, smile sweetly, and just say... "I do not want to be your friend. Get through your thick skull that I want no reactions with you." Trust me, it'll work. That kid won't get upset, he'll seriously just go and bother someone else. That was in many possible futures I looked into.~

...That was not quite the plan I had in mind, but alright. How about I read @Nautical Nell's post next?

Oh, no. That is a shame... it is the worst when people do not do what they stand up for. Hypocritical actions make my skin begin to crawl. Do not fear, Nell! I will help you! *groan* a-as soon as I get better... this cramp in my side has rendered me immobile... I promise, I will help. A-although... I do not think putting the trash in the cafeteria will do any good, really... because you're just doing to us what they did to you.

~It doesn't make you a better person. Just annoying. I want you to just throw away all that crap and be the BIGGER person. Fish. Whatever you all are. I hope you don't have any salmon-people around, because boy, is this cat hungry.~

That is monstrous, Eralonia.

I am going to read Mattie's entry... oh, she has sent me a Get-Well-Soon basket! how nice. And-- oh.

~Hm? What is it?~

She sent me a... *mumble mumble*

~A what? Speak up.~

A.. a very low-cut top.

~Let me see this... This is such a scoop-neck tank-top I can't even believe it. She expects you to wear this?~

I-I am not sure if I will... but I do not want to be impolite. *pause* wait... what if she sent this to make fun of me?

~Uh-oh. Mood swings.~

Did she send me this just to emphasize how small my chest is? I cannot help it! I drink PLEN-TY of milk, but does it help? NO! I am sorry that I do not have MELONS attached to my chest!

~Whoa, Scilphy. Calm down there. It's just Mattie being Mattie. Chill.~

*lightbulb bursts* I AIN'T GONNA "CHILL"! I'M THE ONLY CHICK IN OUR DAMNED GROUP THAT DOESN'T BIG HONKIN' JUGS!

~Not true. Also, I never realized that you drop your formal talk when you get pissed.~

MATTIE, YOU DAMN PRISSY-GIRL! I'M GONNA COME TO YOUR DORM AND-- *groan* Owch-ch-ch-ch... my side...

Ahh... I am too tired to seek vengeance on Mattie for shaming my lack of a chest... I will sleep for awhile... *silence*

~... Welp, time to clean up the glass on the floor...~

*click*

{Good Morning.}

{Sorry we haven't posted for awhile. Classes have really been getting to me, especially Realm-Fluid Alchemy. My homework is to make three sickening potions. (of course, that can work in at least 2 different dimensions.) I made them just fine... but what ISN'T fine is that Scilph drank one on accident. Now she's overcome with cramps, waves of stomach aches, headaches, nausea, mood swings, and an unwillingness to do anything. She's not even bothering on drawing. She's just on the laptop, scrolling on Rollr, and lying on the couch.}

*LOUD MUFFLED MOANING*

{And there she is now.}

Mo-rriiiiiis... th-this is h-horrible...

{Why did you even drink that potion? Don't tell me you thought it was Green Tea...}

No... I was half asleep and I was thirsty. *loud coughing*

{*sigh* Welp, you won't recover for about... a week.}

A WEEK?! I-I CANNOT STAND ANOTHER WEEK OF TH-THIS! *moan* My stomach sometimes hurts, and when it doesn't I have a splitting headache! I feel like I will vomit all the time, and I have so many cramps in my side--! OW! I-I need heeeelllllp...

{Don't worry, babe. I'll get someone to help you out... maybe... since you'll be taking a sick day-- er, week, everyone else will still be in class. Unless someone volunteers to help you out.}

*cough* Why can't you?

{I don't feel like I'm suited for the job. I mean, I absolutely would, but I'm flunking Aviation and I need to re-make that potion for Realm-Fluid Alchemy. Also, Eralonia's still helping out with Claudette. Just hang in there and draw a little while.}

Uuuuuughhhh... okay... Morris?

{Hm?}

Can you get me a *burp* tr-trash can?

{...Crap.}

*click*

Do we not exist if we do not post?

Is our measure of life only determined by words on a screen, or a page, or words that are heard? Do I only live if you can hear me or see the words I have written? Am I even real? Life cannot be measured. Life is not infinite. One day, I will disappear. It is unavoidable. Is death release, is death a restraint, is death... an ending? Do I pop in and out of existing through posts? I like to think that I am a significant part in my... or our story. Do I make a difference in anyone's life? Does someone think about something differently because of me?

Or are we still here... just quieter?

No longer speaking or spoken of, do we remain just a silent background character? We do write... but we are the posts that are quickly discarded. Sure, we exist... but only out of the corner of your eye are we seen. Like a distant memory, you can't quite remember our faces. Not someone you talk to. A friend of a friend. Of course, we will also die... you will mourn, and be sad... but you will still not remember when that person lent you their pencil, or let you finish their meal. They were not significant enough to write, or be written about.

I should not isolate myself like this. I will drive myself insane.

...

Is Jessica Moon still alive?