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TJ shook his head no, seeming to just be curious over the conversation and interaction with the two others. But then he stopped and thought about it, then he shook his head yes, and motioned with his hands something to draw with.

Within seconds, a paper and drawing equipment were in front of him.

Dont mind Amelia.. leaving the cube through the side, and escaping elsewhere in the bar...
This is probably why Cadwell doesnt trust her

TJ jumped, but then he grinned widely and grabbed the paper and the box of markers and crayons.
"Thank y'" He said shortly, smacking the paper down onto the floor, opening the box and beginning to draw a doodle of what seemed to be a doctor.

A "girl" stood there in the bar. She was 5'3, at around 11 years of age looking. She had red demonic horns and blood-red eyes. Her skin was as black and the night. She eyed TJ. She was also a test subject.

Amelia kinda just wrote something in a journal.. I'll probably post it on her profile like tomorrow
she partially debated telling Ms.Cadwell about this place.. she knew how scary she could get...

A black haired girl in a black dress walked past Amelia. She was a test subject. Her presence was so dangerous, it radiated evil and chaos around her. The aura from the black haired girl was demonic, pure evil, malice.

Amelia didnt look at her, she was afriad to look at anyone for a while.As quiet as she was, she was smiling to herself.. she met someone who didnt treat her like a danger.. it was nice.. but the thought of touching still made her shiver-

She turned her blood-red eyes on Amelia. She had a bloody knife in her right hand. Blood dripped off the blade, dripping slowly and quietly on the ground. She was a psychopath. She tilted her head, seeing this young innocent girl in front of her. A small smile went on her face.

She kinda didnt notice, too engrossed in her thinking.. "What happened during the month.. last month.." she said quietly.. before shrugging.. cause she didnt remember, "I guess I can just right the training days..?" she asked herself "Those werent fun.." she said deciding she would infact right about what Ms.Cadwell called "Workplace Training" which was just another lie fed to her.. which she ate right up-

A knife flew right past her ear, centimeters from cutting. The girl dashed forward, another bloody knife in hand. She had the eyes and presence of a killer without hesitation.

Amelia kinda didnt move, seeming to freeze up.. but its not recommended touching her, she is essentially ready to willingly infect, then absorb whatever was currently attacking her.. its no exactly her choice, more of a choice of the Evormorph itself

The girl turned and swung her knife at the girl's neck without hesitation or emotion. She was a true heartless killer.

As the blade made contact it gained the same look of marble as her skin.. it kinda was just absorbed.. she was still terrified.. "Please leave me alone.." she said quietly "I'm scared." she said, before trying to go hide herself back in that cube

The knife stops suddenly as a bit of dust clouds the area. "Now now, We wouldn't want a repeat of what happened to that yellow rabbit........" Ryota leans closer, grinning. ".........Now would we?"

She smiled as she grabbed the girl by the neck. She didn't seem even affected by her Evermorph. Which means, this psychopath was already dead.

She glared, emotionless eyes, heartless as she had the girl's neck in hand, death in her eyes.

Ryota smiles, shifting up to gear one, kicking the new comer away. "Well, pity, I must say, but killers can't be reasoned with, so I won't even treat you like a curse user, simply just a curse." He seems to have changed, he ego not as big as it once was, his arrogance slightly under control, but still present in mockery.

Dont mind Amelia.. she's just freaking out.. people are touching her left and right now-

she put her hands over her head.. and tries to console herself.. promising herself she didnt infect them, either of them

She smiled as a knife formed in her hand. She crouched and glared, blood-red eyes hungry for the kill. She was staying crouched. She was smart, calculating and examining her opponent instead of just rushing in.