Denise:
The young girl shrieked as she saw Brandy falling. Quickly thinking, she opened her little notepad and wrote down a single sentence.
'A trampoline appeared under the falling Brandy.'
Just like it was written, a mid-sized trampoline opened up under the girl and stopped her fall, although she did bounce a little... Nonetheless, her fall had stopped. Denise sighed and scribbled another sentebce ingo her book before closing it.
'Dominic became trapped in a cell!
A small iron cage formed around the drooling Dominic.
"Hush! Be polite to the interviewer you creep!" She muttered, raking a glare over the man in the straitjacket.

Chamel:
"Whatever Denise writes comes true!" I say proudly, but quickly silenced by a loud SSHH from Denise...

"People respect people who respect money, people respect people who respect money." Mccaw slurred, forcing the whiskey down his throat. Ignoring the confusion and cages around him, he quickly finishes the bottle of booze and breaks the end of it against a chair. Armed with a deadly glass shiv, Mccaw is now ready for action...


DRUNKEN STYLE

Brandy rises from the trampoline and sees what has happened; apparently somebody placed this under her just in time before landing on the carpet with shards of chandelier glass. After that, it seems that Dominic is now trapped within the cage is was conjured up. She's pretty much relieved simultaneously as being disappointed in not having the proper time to possess him before dropping her. Besides that, she's left unharmed, just the way she likes it. Brandy takes a deep breath and exhales softly to relieve the tension.

"That's the last time I became the damsel..."

Brandy got herself off the trampoline and makes her way down to her chair, dusting off whatever glass shards left on her shoulders. Her eyes were then caught when she heard the drunken McCaw smash the bottle to pieces, now holding a sharp shiv in his hand. She doesn't know if that's technically necessary.

"Excuse me, but is that really necessary during in the middle of an interview?"

(appearing on the other side of the chandelier with a bucket of popcorn, I began eating while talking)
BirtDog: ha. My guy is bonkers, no way this is done. Little advice for those who don't know: he is not right at all (mentally; duh) and not entirely in control of himself (there's kinda something else inside of him; might also be a duh); antagonizing him like you did with this cage kinda....man I don't want my first fight to be unofficial AND the cause of his death. I really loved making this guy but unless something's done quick, 1 or more of us will be dying today. Trust me, if I could stop him without breaking the role I would...I actually tried a few times but NOOOOO (-___-")

Dominic was laughing wildly as Brandy was about to slam into the glass. When he saw a trampoline appear underneath her he stopped laughing and started to become furious, he tried to leap off the chandelier to continue his assault but he slammed his head into a cage that magically appeared. He looked around and started panting heavily; he was losing more control of himself. When he heard the glass shatter in Saint's hand he started to scream wildly, sending his saliva all around the cage. He noticed his prey walking away unphased; with raging Chaos Dominic sent his sleeves flying through the bars of the cage. The force was so great that he slammed into the bars of the cage, which sent it off the chandelier.
The cage landed in-between Brandy and the trampoline. The entire time Dominic was screaming wildly, spitting all around the cage. The cage on it's side now, Dominic shut his eyes tight, as if he was in pain, then started using his body and sleeves haphazardly. The rings were pounding the walls from the outside while the other sleeves were trying to pull the bars off, all the while Dominic was slamming into his cage over and over.
Pieces of metal started chipping away from the cage; the bars looked like they'd give way soon. A set of twin voices started speaking from underneath his jacket,

"Sid. Sid. Sid. Sid..."

(appearing in the air over Dominic's cage holding a hotdog)
BirtDog: wow...ok so he's too late to "save". Doesn't mean you have to fight him. If you can somehow stop the voices from getting to him he'll cool off....eventually. He has his own way of ignoring the voices, but no one wants to be around for that. Well get to it! ^_^ (took a bite of the hotdog and smiled at it's deliciousness)

Cyber virus watched the interviewer leave the room... "Where do you guys think the interviewer is going?" The ghost decided to follow her. And found a massive room filled with papers that have questions on them. They all must be questions that she is going to ask, there's no point on being in this room so the virus just flew back out into the room filled with gladiators.

#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?"

"Well, anything I guess. I don't really have any preference. Every songs has its own charm. Though I might not like some of them. I'm not an avid listener." was Luke's answer.

Zero completely disregarded the blob's remark on him taking down notes. He didn't want to say anything back because the last thing he needs is a conflict with any of the group, so he just looks at the blob, showing no emotions at all and continued to write down more notes.

Observing the members, he noticed Creature1A started to move slowly. Zero kept an eye on it to see where it's going and suddenly, he noticed that Creature1A was moving a straight line towards Brandy. Zero didn't take action as not to assume anything as of now, then Creature1A started to wrap it's rings and clothing around her, moving up to the chandelier, smashing some glass and dropping Brandy towards the shards of glass. Zero was about to make a move to save her, not because she's a girl, but because she's probably the only one in this room as equal as him. He didn't make any big movements as not to cause an assumption of being a "hero" but instead, calmly but attentively, started to stand up. As he was about to move to Brandy's estimated fall point, a trampoline suddenly appeared and saved Brandy. Unfortunately, physics would state that when stopped by an elastic force, the backforce produced is only half the initial force. Which means, since Brandy fell from the very top of the chandelier, there is still a chance that a part of her body might be hit at the tip of the chandelier, causing an injury or fatal hits on her nerves. Zero was about to leap and change the direction of the force, or in other words, look like a damn "hero" and jump in to save her. Fortunately, this didn't happen as Brandy's gravity pull was stronger than normal, causing her to bounce only a bit and letting her escape unharmed or with minor injuries as Zero saw a minor cut on her hands and thighs.

Zero realized he was now standing up and was looking dumbfounded as ever, he began to stretch naturally, giving the impression his back was tired but kept his eye on Brandy until she reached her seat, ensuring her safety. "Hey, she might be a girl but she's the only one as normal as me so I should at least watch her back" told himself this and that no other reasons are involved in protecting her. He took his seat and observed Creature1A, who is now in a cage which appeared out of nowhere, was thrashing about, trying to break free at the same time, losing its sanity. He opened his pocketbook and took out his pen and began jotting down more notes. While he was doing so, he kept an eye on what the interviewer will do, with this situation getting out of hand. Zero readily puts his ballpen on the back page of where her profile is being noted. He sees her levitating towards the floating cage, carefully approaching Creature1A then looked at it. It was a full minute then Creature1A settled down. He didn't know what she did, or how she did it but she did. Zero took out the following assumptions on what she did and ranked it from highest possibility to lowest. In the end, he ended up with "Mind communication" as she said no word, made no action but only looked at it.

Zero hasn't forgotten about observing the interviewer, he managed to see a glimpse of her mouth when she was levitating at the angle he was sitting in. He began to sketch what he saw while it's still clear, not only that, he saw her made an emotion which was disappointment with a mix of concern. Which means, she is human but in a sense of being an extraordinary human with capabilities beyond human beings. He inhaled and released a deep sigh as this room has a sense of, not only hostility, but ignorance and stupidity on most of the members due to their lack of fear/death and/or emotions. Zero bit his lip and looked at the interviewer, being calm as ever even with the situation at hand. This also gives Zero the assumption that she, too, has no fear of anything and anyone in this room. He continues to observe and jot down more notes until the whole back page has been filled with inputs on the interviewer. He flipped to the backpage and started putting down more and more notes with each member. Slowly seeing their true nature and characteristics.

"Anyways next question; What's your favourite songs or genre?"

And with that, Zero lets out another deep sigh and begins to formulate plans of the case of "chaos" to release again in this room.


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"Anyways next question; What's your favourite songs or genre?"

Shiv in hand, Mccaw was pondering this question. "Rap. Tupac, 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg, Jay Z, some of that hardcore stuff." Mccaw said, bobbing his head in a drunk tune. "...cuz, I'm a P-I-M-" Before our family friendly nomad could continue, someone grabbed him from behind. Thinking quickly, Mccaw sank his shiv into his assailants chest cavity, finding that it was simply Sully from Monsters Inc.


#I do NOT like rap, Mccaw is just that kinda guy. Lol, Monsters University? You are ruining my childhood disney/pixar/don bleuth/santa!

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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?"

(appearing next to the interviewer with a slushie in his hand)
BirtDog: booooo! That ending sucked! Not a problem though, i think you simply delayed the voices in his head.....now what about the actual voices? The ones we can all hear from the jacket? And how long do you think you can stay inside his mind Masky? He's been living with it all his life and this is his best effort of locking away that Chaos, a Chaos that is essentially his life force....you know of Chaos, right? Highly infectious element of life that was involved in the creation of all life. Why, without Chaos this world would never expand, or even exist, these beings from such different points of life couldn't exist without it. How long do you think you can halt life itself? I'd be interested to know?

(I sip my delicious blue slushie and lean on the interviewer)

Dominic started to settle, having a few moments without the voices in his head felt like an eternity's wish come true. He started to weep with happiness and regret. He looked at the interviewer and said through his tears, "thank you....thank you so much. I haven't ever been....me. Is this what you all feel like? Everyday? This is so wonderful."
Dominic could hear the Whispers in his jacket talking in full volume. "SHUT UP! I...I don't have to listen to you....do I?" Dominic has never made a decision on his own....the idea of doing whatever he wanted was....amazing.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came across Dominic's face. He was able to finally feel what he was, a being on the verge of death. He hadn't eaten in 10 years, most of his life was spent being crushed in the jacket he was still wearing, he could feel how frail he was and could feel some broken bones. Dominic's tears turned to blood. "MAKE IT STOP!!!! I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS!!!! I....I'VE NEVER BEEN WITHOUT IT!!! I NEED IT!! PLEASE GIVE IT BACK!!!! the edge of Dominic's sleeves attempted to lift themselves, but to no avail. He started grunting and heaving trying his best to lift the sleeves.

[Twin voices] "Hehehehe! Don't worry. You won't die....but you certainly can't call this living can you? You know we can help.", these voices came loudly from inside his straight jacket. "We'll return to you sooner or later....but why not try to rush it?"

The 2 middle sleeves started to gently move across Dominic's face, much like his mother used to do. He screamed at the pain the sleeves caused to his face.

"HELP ME!!!!"


BirtDog: (took a break from drinking his slushie and looked at the interviewer) Well......I've gotta say this is news to me as well. I'm not entirely sure...what's supposed to happen.....what the **** is going on? (as he broke out in laughter)
Oh, almost forgot. I enjoy rap. Mr. Never-Stops-Crying-Blood over there likes absolute silence.

Opeing the door, a man who looked very normal in contrast to the others, his face brandishing designer glasses.
"Yo. How's it going?" He approached the sofa and sat down next to Lucario, who didn't seem to mind. "The name's...Xate. Nice to meet you guys." He introduced himself to the others. Then he became silent and observed others.

(Xate is me, btw)

Ensiron simply sat in awe of all the commotion erupting within this once peaceful room. He relaxed in his seat as the next question was asked.

"Oh...I do enjoy the new dubstep I believe it's called. It sounds like robots making love and that keeps me happy." He smiled as the chaos that surrounded him continued to unfold. Patiently he waited for the moment when his intervention would be required; relying on the interviewer and her cohorts to keep the peace.

Seeing that McCaw isn't responding, she turns away and responds to the next question. Apparently this one's easy, but now wishes that the Interviewer would ask a bit more serious questions other than casual questions you would hear from everyday conversations.

"My favorite kind of music genre I listen to are New Wave, which is a blend of Rock and Pop, stuff you would hear from the 1980s. My favorite band would be Tears For Fears, I'm a fan of their music."

"Oh. So we're doing music? Well, instrumental is my thing. Like Dubstep, Classical, Techno,...My taste is kinda mixed and it depends on mood." 'Xate' answered. He turned to look at Lucario for a while before minding his own business. "Hm...My creation is taller than me. Why did that bug me? Maybe I should fix it? Nah. Oh, I'm monologuing." He chuckled a bit, slightly amused by himself. He glanced at the brawler and took notice of his attire. He let out a sigh and took out a PSP to play games, killing time until the next question came.