((That is okay.  Her name is Amy.  I haven't posted much recently... There hasn't been a need to do so.))

*Amy hesitantly says* "I got cut and beat up by some thugs.   But I don't think they will just let me go when I am better..."

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You're not as real as you think you are.

"We'll see about that, dear." Sarah tried to reassure her friend. "Me, I broke my arm on m'way here; getting it patched up."

Lain nods, looking around. "Zelda, Dad, gard our 6, Chris, be ready with that staff. Ryvaken, be ready to back me up." Lain hisses, as he approaches the door, and after just a few moments of listening, steps in, blocking as much of the view outside the door as possible, the only weapon visible on him is his sword, which is sheathed, and thus could easily be a fake, and would be assumed by most to be so, or to be ceremonial/honorary in nature. "Excuse me, but our friend here got seperated from our group." Lain nods, genially to the two patients in the room, a broad smile on his face. "I'm glad we found her alright." He looks to Krysta. "Time to go."

Jasmine, and Jean, meanwhile, have recovered from the fold by now. "So, Ben, tell me more about this reality crossing ability of yours..."

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No one can escape themselves forever. Not even Death could. - An origional quote by Josh the Aspie

**Chris looks into the room and begins to memorize it While Lain talks.**

((Im assuming by Matt you mean Me))

Ben looked up at the two. His thoughts had traveled far away from him, at it took his mind a few seconds to comprehend what was being spoken to him

"Ke fimi al..."

He coughed and set his mind straight

"What I mean is...the ability is something passed down geneticly via the Demon DNA in my blood. All neko-oni can learn to do it. A good anaolgy would be learning to ride a bike. Most neko-oni like to stay together in the community though, as our numbers are small. We live long live, but...anyway...crossing realities for us requires us to focus our minds into the edges of our claws. We can then use our claws to feel for a certain particle of space where the wall between realities is weakest and literaly rip it wider. Some giftet neko-oni can do it without using their claws...and there are one or two really powerful that dont even need to find the exact weakest spot. I beleive that, in one reality, there is a writer called...Philip...something or other...who once wrote a book around a situation where a boy gains a power similar to ours that describes it very well. I think it was called The something Knife. Hell, Iv never been to good at names"

Ben started to rub his shoulders.He felt a bit cold, even though his fur was thick

Ryvaken found Lain to be almost comical at this point -- a mix of subtle and violent. None the less, he was more than ready to fry the first sign of agression.

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Six inches of cute brooding war hero.

((but i wasnt even there...))

((Aren't you in the hallway, mere meters away? If not, I must've gotten lost somewhere...))

((Aaaaand welcome one and all to the merry go round of TMRA: The RP That Won't Die.

Ben and more/less half everyone else are waiting for Ryv Chris and a couple of others to retrieve what's-her-face))

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Six inches of cute brooding war hero.

((Not knowing where everyone is was part of the fun of the original RPs ))

((Alright... So before I edit, waiting on them to resque Krista where?))

"Thanks, Lain."

Krista said goodbye to Sarah and Amy, then walked out the door with Lain.

"Before you leave can I ask where you're going?" Sarah inquired. "I don't really have a destination in mind for myself, and I don't think Amy is going to want to stay here... maybe we could travel together?"

((for gods sake someone say yes!))

Ryvaken frowned. "I would hesitate before taking a hospitilized blind woman anywhere, yet I am compelled to ask you to join us on our absurd adventureof dimenstion hopping to find a brother that may or may not be a figment of a psychopath's imagination."

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Six inches of cute brooding war hero.