Ren-kun

I barely move when I sleep. I've been told that I sleep like a corpse. .___.

Tutuloy ko na lang pagvovolunteer ko sa pagpapack ng relief goods. Baka makasira pa ako ng mood pag sumali ako sa pagkanta.

[] "I suggest you get to Devin already. We need all the power we can get." The order hung in the air as Jin felt his mouth run dry. It was far from what he imagined to be a reunion of sorts between him and Devin. In fact, it was probably the complete opposite of all the collective scenarios he played around in his head whenever he got the chance to. "Wait Rouge! don't tell me he's also in the closed space?" He already knew he was. Knowing Rouge for a fair amount of time, Jin knew that the former operated in accordance to his own set of rules. The said rules weren't the most straightforward of guidelines, but Jin trusted his subordinate enough to place faith on his rationale. It's not like he was a mole planted to keep tabs on anyone who might foil Stein's grand scheme. Upon receiving the expected confirmation from Rouge, the president prepared to leave for wherever Devin was but was stopped short by the faint luminescent glow of the glass ball hung around his neck. A glimpse on the future was coming. Contrary to what other people might expect, him getting the visions didn't come with fancy effects or over the top antics. There was no borderline violent convulsing in apparent pain, or glimmering light beams surrounding him. It was just the ball and its glow, Jin's touch and the visions themselves. Plain and simple. The president cautiously had his fingers come in contact with the artifact, his lips pursed in such a firm line they threatened to split into cuts. He wasn't nervous. If he was, he would've bonked himself in the head. There was always with him, a reluctance. He still haven't quite gotten over the apprehension of taking on the responsibility of getting the visions. Despite being blessed, or in his words dubiously cursed, with possessing the ball for more than half his lifetime, he's still contemplating about how or why he fit the mold of holding the powerful amulet. Sighing as his eyelids fluttered till they closed, Jin touched the foreseeing ball. Typical. What he was seeing looked like it was put through a grainy filter, making everything come off as more ominous. Red. There was so much red. Littering the floors, smearing the walls, enveloping the ceiling... It was everywhere. It didn't look like blood though. It was much too dense. And it was moving about. Two seemingly empty shells of boys. Corpses? They were unidentifiable but for some reason, he was certain that the two were male. Listless creatures were roaming. There was a beacon of light in the distance, beckoning everyone who lays sight on it to come close. And then there was gradual darkness until nothing could be discerned anymore. Jin's eyes opened slowly as the darkness took over the entire scene that he was witnessing. A bead of cold sweat fell down his temple. He had to inform the teachers and his colleagues. What he saw could potentially be a game-changer. His visions had never been that dragged out and 'detailed' before. An expression that could only be described as stern and determined took over his usually open and inviting face. He stood up and left his room. Devin could wait for a few more moments. Jin was no expert at estimating how much more time till the future would slap them like a cold fish in the face but he was fairly sure that he still have a little bit more time to spare. He planned to make a beeline for Rouge's room, knowing full well that their often contradictory insights always reaches a middle point that effectively provides a satisfying plan. He was lost in thought, fully absorbed in pondering about what the ball showed him so it came as no surprise to anyone that he was already on the ground face down. Rubbing his nose to get rid of the dirt, his gaze traveled upwards. Lo and behold, it was Rouge who seemed tense and eager to go somewhere. Jin stood up, but not without any struggles like managing to undo his shoelaces, and dusted himself off. "There you are! We have something to rack our brains with to try to figure it out." Jin smiled apologetically before relaying the entirety of the vision to the other boy. "So? What do you think?" []

You asked him if he ever heard the words 'Just joking' and he said he just did cause the words were in your post, hence him reading them. At least that's what I think he's referring to. You never really know with AL.

DCW's Gunsmith

Con. What does month rhyme with?

Thank you for occupying the throne while I was gone.

[[Thanks (?) AL. Let's see what I can do with this. XD I'm not good at coming up with NPCs. I hope I didn't take too much liberties. And I apologize in advance if I ruined the correct timeline. ]] Devin was feeling a slight tinge of regret, maybe guilt even with a long stretch, as he watched Misaki treat Syra's broken wrist. He knew that it wasn't intentional. Hell, as much as he would never admit it, it was the exact opposite. Something spurred him to drag Syra away from the path of oncoming danger sloppily. He couldn't decide if that was a positive or a negative just yet. Garnet's 'pointers' about he should have properly pulled Komari away filled his ears then. And he was planning on giving her a cordial handshake for passing his standards too. Devin leered at the girl, his eyebrows almost coming in contact with each other. "So you're young Mister Song, huh? I heard you were into Earth style magic too~" The unfamiliar voice snapped the focus he was pouring into sharing a ravenous glare he held with Garnet, making all the other sounds surrounding him hush down to a dull hum. He tried to pinpoint who it belonged to. It had a distinctive quality to it, almost characteristic in a way. Without any success of matching it with anyone he knew, he turned to face the stranger with the default fleeting contempt in his eyes. Upon meeting the other's eyes however, the look gradually dissolved to visual apprehension. Devin "In mere fractions of a minute, you've succeeded in making me feel discomforted. That's quite a feat. Please never talk to me again." He backed away a few steps, finally peeling his gaze away from the man's glinting red eyes. He tried to keep his poise undisturbed as he shifted his attention to the redhead who was actually finally stepping up to the plate of being a vice president. Devin wasn't too sold on it yet, though. He still found his conduct dubious and he wasn't about to explain himself to someone he didn't have a shred of respect for. "It would help your credibility as Vice President to pronounce the names of the students you preside over correctly. It's Devin, not Davin. And I'd rather disclose what happened to someone with tangible authority." Devin made a mockery of a smile and presented it to Rouge in an express delivery courtesy of his perpetually dour personality. He was starting to walk away but before he could make sense of what just happened, the front of his shirt was in contact with the ground. Needless to say, he was not amused. At all. He decided against babbling away upon finding out that Johannes was to blame, opting to continue glaring at no one in particular. There wasn't much choice for him to do but return with the other students. He was in dire need of a perfume 're-spray' anyway. "Of course I won't forgive him! He called me filth!" Devin scoffed, or at least forced himself to. He was still teetering on the edge of being guilty. "No human deserves to be called filth! I'm telling Ms. Seeker." The boy felt a lump form on his throat. Technically, Seeker was a teacher. That meant technically, he should be submissive to her. He exhaled as he worked up the shamelessness to apologize. "Alright. I erm... apologize. Filth was a harsh name to identify you with. Grade D, untilled soil would have sufficed. There. I've... elevated you." But Syra was already gone. Devin balled his fists and let his rage ebb away through the gentle vibrations he was emitting through the ground. It wasn't long until they all caught up to the girl, save for Misaki who took her leave early. After a short-lived exchange between Rouge and Ruth, a pair of students who were donning the same sash as Rouge came up to the group. Devin's eyes widened as he finished taking a good look at the president's face. 'Widened his eyes' was a huge understatement. His eyeballs were a hair away from bulging out of their sockets. "Devin?" The president spoke. "Father's not going to be pleased." Devin turned around with the statement hanging, walking away before giving the president a chance to respond. The president turned to Rouge, tapping his nose and biting his lower lip. He always did it when he was contemplating about something. "Rouge... that boy is a new student, isn't he?" He was lost in thought for a few seconds more before seemingly returning to his senses. "What am I asking? I'm sorry. We have more pressing matters to discuss. Have you discovered anything new of relevance, Rouge? The ball has given me visions again... And it's safe to assume that there's going to be an event that would go down in Gretchen's history books." __________________________________________________________________________________________________

[[Guess I'll make Devin sit this one out since earth magic is useless. ^^' I'll probably just ruin the amazing fight scene you established if I joined in anyway.]] Devin stood aside, watching the commotion unfold. The boy would have never ventured into something so rowdy. He didn't like getting his hands dirty, both literally and figuratively. He wasn't particularly interested either but if push comes to shove, observing the other students' fighting styles would come in handy. His eyes darted around the scene in rigid and calculated glances, taking mental notes of how his fellow freshmen acted. The Spirit, who undoubtedly posed a grave threat to all of them, took a backseat to him. His priorities were misplaced and lay elsewhere. Besides, there were already four of them. If they were any good, and they should be since they got admission to the school, they should accomplish the task at hand like clockwork. His arms crossed, the corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk and his eyebrows furrowed, Devin was very much exuding a pompous air as if he was someone to impress. As the fight ensued, Devin couldn't help but notice how Garnet unexpectedly took the reins and was barking out orders like an overenthusiastic drill sergeant. He had pegged Rouge to do that since he's apparently a vice president or whatever his title was. All he was sure of was the redhead was supposed to be someone with authority and if he intended to show that, it was the time to do so. Devin had to hand it to Garnet though, her grating way of talking aside, the strategies she came up with actually deserved some acknowledgement. He found himself thoroughly enjoying what was happening before him, much to his chagrin. It was then that he caught glimpse of the tea girl with flames billowing above her in a ludicrous amount. He was right on the nose. The girl was both gullible and reckless. Without thinking, as he knew the creature would advance on the new arrival after her dull-witted display of 'power', Devin yanked her off its path by her arm. He was pretty sure he heard a snap from the girl's arm when he did it, since he didn't consider having delicacy at all. He threw her to the ground impulsively, his eyes taking on a whole another level of anger. "Why would you do something so doltish? Did you think you were of assistance to anyone? You could have been -" He stopped in mid-speak, realizing that he was showing more sympathy than his character would allow. He adjusted his glasses, crossed his arms once more and cleared his throat. "Show some gratitude to me, filth." Averting his eyes to the action, he saw that Garnet has already pinned down the Spirit. All the surprisingly building respect Devin had for the girl evaporated. After all, her last comment was the most brutish thing that came out of her mouth. But he could despise her to a lesser extent than the others now. Progress has been made.

*hugs* >:]

Ingat sa lahat at maging alerto! Lalo na dun sa malalapit sa center ng bagyo.

Mess with canon and break the fourth wall in every appearance I make. What would you do if someone randomly comes up to you and says, "I've been looking for you... my destined significant other."? XD

Tricky but, A genderbent Mitsuhiko.

Comedy. Greek or Roman? XD

Red Sky - Big Bang

Hazelnut. What does pilaf rhyme with?

Smile. I'd even willingly give it to you. Me having a lollipop in the first place would be strange anyway. ^^ What would you do if everything you eat becomes tasteless?

Yes. Yes, I definitely am. What is the worst experience you had on a birthday of yours?

Dear friends, People appreciate it when their pals notify them before showing up at their front door, planning to sleep over. Sincerely, Ren. -___-

DCW's Topnotcher.

Dual Destinies, the new Phoenix Wright game. .__.

Range. What rhymes with iceberg?