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[compulsive-owl.livejournal.com]

[After being a doll for some time, and finding Kohal sprawled out in a hallway... He's getting used to the rooms in this place. For once he hasn't killed anyone, nor has he been creeping people out. Owl did have the pleasure of hearing about other people dieing around the nexus, so what better to do than keep track of the death toll in the Nexus-- Perhaps this will help keep him a little bit more sane if he keeps to himself.

Currently, he is writing down names of people that either met him, kohal, or Osan... Then he could just put a strike next to anyone who have died.


~Jane~. |
Little Eskimo Boy. |
White haired Cyborg. |


Unfortunately, he doesn't know everyone's names.]

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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She eyes him suspiciously.]

What's that you have there?

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

[Out of nowhere, a man covered in hornets. Black ones. Owl should be able to tell that this is a very different Pain than the one that killed him.]

Making a to-do list~?

[compulsive-owl.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't look away from the list... Even if he isn't writing anymore.]

A list... Of all the people that died!

[That he knew anyway.]

[compulsive-owl.livejournal.com]

[Being the mentally unstable person he is, that buzzing noise is still going to scare him half to death.]

....

[But he tried to regain any form of composure.]

It's a list of people who've died here so far.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

A... what?

[She walks over to see the list, instead of snatching it, she politely holds her hand out.]

Why in the world are you making a list like that?

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[He pulls a pen from his pocket and adds a name to it.]

ALEK

[A friendly smile.]

You missed one~ I'm the Pain of the Cobra Unit, by the way. Who are you~?

[mechanicalbutt.livejournal.com]

[Raiden happens to be walking past Owl, he glances briefly at the paper but isn't at the correct angle to see anything that is written there.]

[compulsive-owl.livejournal.com]

[Pocket pens always come in handy. He offers the same smile back, albeit a little nervous. He can't really say he trusts any Pain.]

I see..

Marionette Owl.

[Lets hope that doesn't result in a punch to the face.]

I've met you before....

[compulsive-owl.livejournal.com]

[Owl hands her the list, it didn't matter if she ripped it he could just write it down again.]

To keep track, why else?

[alicehazel.livejournal.com]

[Though she hasn't made her presence known amongst the fellow FM occupants, Alice has been lively throughout the corridors and rooms of the facility. In fact, as of late, trips to the library and cafe were nearly routine. Thus, in one of those jaunts out of her dormitory headed to the 11th floor cafe for "caffeinated java love"(aka, Psycho Mantis' secret stash of coffee)... sights landed upon the peculiar gentleman seated at left, scribbling something upon a pad while the recognizable Para-Medic interrogated. Alice retorted rather directly into the conversation.]

. . . Are you prone to attracting death, sir?

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

A pleasure to meet you~

[He bows, the action reminiscant of a broken puppet.]

Oh? You've met the other me~? I've not had a chance to meet him
yet. He seems...different.

[compulsive-owl.livejournal.com]

[For one covered in hornet stings he still had a nice bone structure, although he was bigger than most of the people he had the pleasure of touching. For now Owl thinks the better idea would be to keep his hands to himself.]

He killed me... I should put my name down as well..

[compulsive-owl.livejournal.com]

Death is just one of the many effects of living.

[He glances at this other woman, one he had yet to see in the nexus but she was still oh so pretty. Of course being a serial killer doesn't mean attracting death. It just meant that he was giving his partners better parts, nothing wrong with a little helping hand once in awhile. Or, at least that is what he thought.]

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

[Confusion. His smile wavers.]

He did? Why? From what I've heard, he's as soft as a marshmallow.

[Pain thinks that Owl has a nice body. A bit flabby, though. He could do so much to improve it with a little knifework.]

[alicehazel.livejournal.com]

[Subconsciously clings to her doll, eyes lowered off and away.]

Unfortunately so. Where you related to any of the deceased?

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[Mantis sneaks up behind Owl]

That's an interesting list you have there.

[notayaoifanboy.livejournal.com]

Owl.

[Thankfully, Hawk had reverted back to his regular form, since being changed into a TEENAGED GIRL. He looked down at the paper (which was a good distance down, considering he was TWO FEET TALLER than Owl).]

Enemies of yours?

[stillnotsilent.livejournal.com]

[Have a Sorrow watching you. Or, more specifically, the many, many ghosts surrounding Owl, reading the list over his shoulders.]

Hello.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She listened closely to the conversation between Owl and the girl she had never seen before. Although, she was very confused why this girl was asking such strange questions...

She remained quiet though and continued to listen.]

[thatkindofguy]

What is that, a list? Has it been approved by the Colonel?

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

[Frowns as she was about to walk by. NOT STALKING THE RAIKOVS I SWEAR]

...You're not seriously suggesting that people need approval to write, are you?

[thatkindofguy]

All forms of official communication must be approved by the State - that is to say, the proper personnel. As with posters and petitions, lists are serious business communication.

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

So you haven't noticed that virtually no one has been paying attention to- let alone following- any of the "rules" that the Soviets have made here so far?

[thatkindofguy]

...Nngh!

[slight falter]

- What are you talking about? Everyone is following proper conduct rather nicely, for the most part. We allow citizens for now the benefit of free speech, so that individuals like yourself can criticize and help our happy government grow without imprisonment.

You are welcome.

However, if you would like our presence to be made stronger, and our rules stricter, then that can certainly be arranged.

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

[Helena simply rolls her eyes]

Do what you want. We'll continue to do what we want. ...You might want to consider getting some kind of hobby.

[As if to emphasize just how little his 'threat' meant to her, Fortune walks past Raikov, harshly bumping her shoulder into his as she walks by.]