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[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((oh! That's cool. Kinda wierd.))

"How was it inevitable? The stunt thing?"

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Yeah. Sad.))

He blinked. "Wait--what?"

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((It is.))

Pyro gasped in relief. "Oh. Good. Now we ar all confused. I feel better now."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((D:))

They exchanged glances. "Time to start over?"

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro nodded. "I would say, let's just forget about this, but I don't trust your ability to actually erase my memory."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

He smiled grimly. "You're learning."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro shrugged. "I try."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

He grunted. "You never did give me a clear answer. Them or you?"

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

"You've never given me a clear explanation as to the terms and conditions, the rules that apply, or anything else for that matter." Pyro replied. "I think I at least deserve a discription."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

He rolled his eyes, but relented. "You hand them off to us, and you're free to go forever. You'll never have Erasers after you, or any associate of the School. You're free to live your life. If not, all three of you are stuck back here."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

"Define: stuck back here."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

"Back where you started."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

"So.... they'd get stuck there too? So either way.... they'd get bad stuff? Is it worse one way or the other for them?"

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

"Nope."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

"Then what's the point of asking me? Either way, they are dead meat." She looked at them.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

"But you could save your own skin."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro facepalmed. "Which should I go with?" She asked the others, wondering if there was a good break-in section to this 'school.'

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

They gave her a "duh" look.
"Go, Pyro."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro sighed. She looked at the white coat. "Fine. Take 'em. Have fun with trying to break into their stubborn little minds. You'll probably get more out of em." She turned to the others. "Now, kiddies. Be sure to eat at least once a day, even if it's a dead rat. Food is food. Ummmm brush your teeth once a week, and make lots of new friends. I'm sure you'll do great."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

Savita raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smirk. "Yes, mother. We'll be good. We won't break any legs this time."

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro clapped one of each of their cheeks. "Good kiddies! Now, legs are no-nos, like Savita pointed out. Everything else is basically fair game. Except necks." She grabbed them both and pushed them towards the white-coat. "Okay. They should be ready. Remember to let muttzie get his weekly flea medicine. We don't want him getting distracted when he's supposed to be murdering helpless victims, now do we?"

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

At that moment, Jacob scratched behind his ear furiously, a small smile on his face.
Time to raise hell. Just like the old days.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro smiled. "Have fun. Be you." For a moment, it looked like she was telling them to wreck the place, but it was covered by her sarcastic smile in an instant. "Exit, please."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

The whitecoat nodded once, and a small doorway slid back. "Goodbye, Pyro."
"Bye Mommy!" The two (adult) mutants said happily.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

Pyro blew them dramatic kisses. "I love youuuuuuuuuuu!" She waved cheerfully, then stepped through the door.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Sorry, Dad came up.))

They exchanged glances, hiding smiles. Raising hell once more, Savita thought.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((Is cool.))

Pyro took to the skies immediately. She needed to find another birdkid. She loved how easy that plan sounded.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

Turning to the whitecoat, they raised an eyebrow. He gulped, suddenly realizing how intimidating they seemed.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((gtg soon, but I also have no clue what to say to that:|))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Hm...Do you wanna take over for the whitecoat? I'm making him shizophrenic, so the personality doesn't really matter...))

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((Oh good! And sure! And what was he planning on doing with them?))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Erm...Didn't totally think it through...))

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((lol! Gtg, parents gettin annoyed that I'm on:\ Bai!))

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Mmkay, ttyl!))

[RedPath, ^ is Simba]

((Dear me. I'm so sorry guys! I was in Athens/Alanta all weekend >.<''

And DAAAAAANG. That's scary >.>))

Scarlett nodded, trying to look as solemn as she could. It was hard, since she now knew that they were getting at least a hundred dollars for doing this. "We've got an agitated entity, for sure." She gently ran her finger over the dusty window sill and presented it to Stella. "There's no doubt. Take a look at this."

[Swiftfire, is Timon]

((No problem, RedPath!

What is..?))

Stella pretended to study the dust intently for several seconds. Then she nodded and patted Scarlett on the back. "Great job, Sherlock," she praised. "Keep that up and I might have to promote you." Shooting the girl a quick wink, she turned back to Mrs. Robinson.

[Rebecca]

"she says it will upset him," caleb said, "but he always tells me that i should." "who?" celeste asked gently. "my brother. celeste did a double-take, startled, "your brother? do you talk to him a lot?" "yes. he looks after me when mommy goes shopping." celeste glanced over at kelly, "i'll be right back," she told caleb, walking over to kelly. "kelly, listen. this kid thinks that his brother talks to him. he ays that he looks after him when his mom goes out," she muttered in her ear.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((I think I'll just make up somthing random for him))

The whitecoat coughed and adjusted his jacket. "Fist I expect you two to relinquish your weapons to me."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

Jacob and Savita exchanged glances, but rolled their eyes in agreement.
Jacob tossed him his (only) gun, but Savita had a bit more. She slid three knives out of her tennis shoes, one switchblade from her sleeve, a gun from her waistband, and pepperspray from her pocket.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

"I see you travel lightly." The man muttered sarcastically. "Just leave them here. The attendants should pick them up soon. Right this way. We still haven't decided just what to do with you." He opened a door exposing yet another hallway.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

Savita smiled dryly. "Girl's gotta be prepared."
Jacob took a deep, silent breath, stepping ahead of Savita into the hallway. She followed slowly, arms crossed.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((Sorry for the delayed post. I was posting my rough draft of my first chapter.))

The man walked briskly. As they walked, Savita and Jacob were flanked by two men wearing bulletproof vest and carrying tranquilizers.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((It's okay, I'm multitasking.))

Savita slid a sideways glance at the tranqs. She had the feeling there was more packed into those than regulation demanded. They didn't stand a chance.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((I'm semi multitasking. Semi.))

One of the guys stumbled a little, and barely managed to keep his balance. The man wheeled around. "Focus! You aren't allowed to trip on my time."

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((:D Nice.))

In surprise, Savita skidded to a halt. Jacob glanced back at her, frowning slightly.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((yep. I smell chicken. *wonders aloud* Why do I smell chicken?))

The man gave the guard a look. A robotic voice came from the man who tripped. "Apologies sir. I wasn't my fault that you gave me shoes twice my size though."
The man pursed his lips. "You should invest in disabling your little thought reader. You must remember why we had to remove your vocal cords in the first place." With that, the man turned around. The guard put one hand on his neck, a if feeling for a button or switch.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Ooooooooooooooooh.))

Savita's eyebrows shot up, and she glanced over at Jacob, eyes slightly wide. He shook his head slightly.
God, what they do to us...

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((It smells like slightly lemoned chicken. Darn you, nose.))

They continued for a little longer, then came to an open door, inside which was an entirely white room. "Your highnesses." The white coat gestured to the guards, who abruptly shoved the mutants into the room and closed the door.

[Savita, is Pumbaa <3 (I...don't remember who Pumba is....)]

((Mmmm...))

Savita nearly tripped over herself, stumbling into Jacob. He caught her, steadying her. They both turned, examining their surroundings.

[Vanillaice *there aren't any good new songs, so...]

((Chicken sammiches are delicious))

Their cells resembled (actually, was) the cells they used for crazy people; padded everything, all white, soundproof.