Yrk caught on the subject. He turned his head to each of everyone who answered. At times, with his pupil expanded. At times, not. He realize they're not answering from people to people in a patterned order. He expresses his opinions.

"Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground by Blind Willie Johnson; Miss Jigsaw." He says, in a childish tone.

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#KKA please try not to control the Interviewer, even of it's just a little thing like that. Sorry but again, I get a little possessive over her is all (~ o 3o)~

Besides, there isn't really another room full of questions, she just makes it up XD #


The Interviewer sighed looking up at the floating cage. If they could see underneath her mask, they would've seen a concerned but disappointed look on her face.

"Is that so?" She mused, glancing back at Birtdog who ate nonchalantly throughout the whole incident. "I hoped not to use all my powers this quickly, but what can you do?"

And with that she looked up at Dominic, going wild inside the cage. She sighed, taking a great measure of carefulness before she entered his mind. Within a few moments she managed to cut off the other voices talking in his head, careful not to damage his psyche even more, until all that was left was her.

"Calm," she muttered under her breath which echoed loudly but gently within the confines of his mind.

Mismatch yawned, smiling throughout the whole event. "I guess my answer to your question would be that 'the world is a crazy place; be crazy.'"

"Interesting," The Interviewer laughed, still effectively blocking out the other voices and awaiting Dominic's reaction to her intervention. "Anyways next question; What's your favourite songs or genre?"

"Dark, evil sounding music and sometimes heavy metal." Cyber virus responded to the question. The virus changes form the electric so he can sit down on a chair. The chair seems to be highly resistant to electric shock.

Chamel:
"Dubstep and house all the way, playa!" I shout, highfiving Stitches who apparently loves the same genre.

Denise:
"U-um... I like classical music... I-it seems to calm me..." she said hesitantly, looking at Dominic who had settled down due to the interviewer's strange powers. Shakily, the frail girl raised her hand, blushing brighter than a light house does during a clear night.
"U-um, ma'am, if you would l-like, I-I can take care o-of him..." she muttered, clearly nervous about talking aloud.

"Any genre really. I don't care what type of music, if it's a song I like, I'll listen to it" Titus said casually.

Titus then looked up, watching the frail figure in the cage, nothing in his life but chaos and, sadly, without it he's nothing. He felt very bad for the poor man. Titus slowly got up from his seat and walked towards the cage. He looked in the black eyes of the frail figure, trying to find what good is inside of his shattered mind.

#sorry I left you out to dry shadowkirby, my dumbass wasn't paying attention. *facepalm* whew... gotta check up on this thread more.

Adrian smiled, happy that he shared something in common with one of these people.

"Classical Music is quite soothing during work and downtime.

Brandy now sees a few people walking towards the frail Dominic within the chewed cage. She knows that they feel bad for him, but it's not enough for her to feel pity, sooner or later he's going to go berserk again. Touching the scar his saliva caused on her cheek brings a slight pain with the slightest touch.

(# I can "deus ex machina" this chaos if need be, i kinda realized it looks like im fighting for attention =P. Let me know if you want me to write myself into a....reasonable state, Acute.)

#Hahaha, you can if you wish but continue if you want XD


Over at the back wall, right behind the Interviewer, a golden door slid into view as it rose from the floor. There was a tense moment. The creations wondered how it appeared and what was behind the peculiar door. Gradually the jeweled knob turned and the door creaked open. A petite head popped into view as a girl with long blonde hair and bright amethyst eyes which looked unsure searching throughout the room.

Mismatch leaned to the side, trying catch a glimpse of the new door in the room behind The Interviewer, his eyes growing wide as he realized the familiar face of the little girl.

"Angel," MM asked, earning the girl's attention. "What are you doing here?"

"Donald!" Angel cried running towards the young man. "I was looking everywhere for you! The Haven is under attack; your squad needs you!"

"What?!" He exclaimed immediately standing up. He slid out of his jacket allowing his green wings to spread wide. "Thank you little one," he nodded to the little girl then to the Interviewer. "Sorry but I have to go."

"That's fine MM, go on," with a nod a large hole spiraled into existence on the ceiling above him.

Mismatch flapped his wings once giving him enough lift to shoot through the hole before it closed, leaving no trace that it was there at all. Angel looked back, watching as the golden door disappeared. She glanced at the Interviewer who just simply seemed to smile.

"I guess I'll be taking his pace here?"

"That's right," the Interviewer chuckled, gesturing the seat next to Brandy which Angel gladly took. She looked as if she ran the whole way to the room as was evident on the sweat on her brow and her laboured breathing. She was around seven years-old but the light in her eyes seems to belong to an older figure. "Now then, next question! What are your greatest fears?"

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#Hahaha, you can if you wish but continue if you want XD


Over at the back wall, right behind the Interviewer, a golden door slid into view as it rose from the floor. There was a tense moment. The creations wondered how it appeared and what was behind the peculiar door. Gradually the jeweled knob turned and the door creaked open. A petite head popped into view as a girl with long blonde hair and bright amethyst eyes which looked unsure searching throughout the room.

Mismatch leaned to the side, trying catch a glimpse of the new door in the room behind The Interviewer, his eyes growing wide as he realized the familiar face of the little girl.

"Angel," MM asked, earning the girl's attention. "What are you doing here?"

"Donald!" Angel cried running towards the young man. "I was looking everywhere for you! The Haven is under attack; your squad needs you!"

"What?!" He exclaimed immediately standing up. He slid out of his jacket allowing his green wings to spread wide. "Thank you little one," he nodded to the little girl then to the Interviewer. "Sorry but I have to go."

"That's fine MM, go on," with a nod a large hole spiraled into existence on the ceiling above him.

Mismatch flapped his wings once giving him enough lift to shoot through the hole before it closed, leaving no trace that it was there at all. Angel looked back, watching as the golden door disappeared. She glanced at the Interviewer who just simply seemed to smile.

"I guess I'll be taking his pace here?"

"That's right," the Interviewer chuckled, gesturing the seat next to Brandy which Angel gladly took. She looked as if she ran the whole way to the room as was evident on the sweat on her brow and her laboured breathing. She was around seven years-old but the light in her eyes seems to belong to an older figure. "Now then, next question! What are your greatest fears?"

"Well that's the question in which I leave." Cyber virus changed to ghostly form and then floated down into the ground. He was never seen in the room again.

Luke grew silence, then he answered: "The loss of a loved one."

Then man named Xate next to Luke answered energetically: "Scary things! I'm not the bravest of heroes. Well, I'm not even a hero." Then he continued to play his PSP. Luke glanced at him a bit, taking note of the man's clothes. A simple white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. It was quite...normal.

Adrian:"Fears? I guess that I fear for Katrina's safety, but other than that nothing really."

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"Well that's the question in which I leave." Cyber virus changed to ghostly form and then floated down into the ground. He was never seen in the room again.

"Oh I see. He fears admissions." Says Yrk, chuckling quietly to himself afterwards.

His laughter gets louder and louder. After 8 seconds it gets quieter and slower. The whole moment lasted for 16 seconds. After 5 seconds of silent, he slams his head to the floor. His forehead bleeds, all the way to his chin.

"A lot of stuff." He says. "You're better than my last therapist, Miss Jigsaw."

Chamel:
"Hmmmm... Clowns and people in mascot costumes... Every time I see one, I just wanna punch 'em in the face and run like hell!"

Stitches:
*pets Chamel's head*

Denise:
"U-umm... Most things s-scare me... But I guess heights and being a-alone top m-my list..." Denise stuttered. She nodded and opened her little notebook. In it she wrote:
'Dominic heard the voices once more, but they were kept to himself and calmed his mind.'

Titus turned away from Dominic when he heard the next question. He was silent for what felt like minutes, but in reality was only a few seconds.

"I only have two..the deaths of people I care about, and water."

Titus was silent after that, and he knew the next question would bring back Bane, seeing as he's had three.