❀You can't stop me❀

I never thought I’d say this, but you’re great.

It's only temporary, but yeah. I am great.

Live rabbits are so much more fun to hunt….”

"Are you                COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY SURE, that you are human? I usually don't come across murderers at such a young age. In a place like this, I'm sure one of them is still kicking and screaming their little lungs out, whats-yer-face."

Special. I do not want to talk about it.”

"Oh my fucking god, you feel special? Well damn kid, I know being around a pathetic shit like herself has its perks but special? Thank goodness you're a ghost, cause if you were a human I would just- Split your head open! Don't tell me you like her, anything but that!"

And now look at me. I’m a mess… moreso than usual.”

"A reputation? Yeah, alright, I'll attempt to try and empathize with your current situation..." She tries to pull off the best empathizing face she could, but it looks like she's just in pain. "....How's this? Anyway, I could've told you that. You look like you need a shower, and maybe a doctor."

She ducks into the back room just as shes swung at again.

"I SAID, STAND STILL!" Miss,           miss,                     miss- A successful hit lands, the force of the blow bounces back into her arms, awakening a more blood thirsty side of herself. Teeth clench as she swings her pipe again, this time not necessarily aiming for the other as she brings it down. Blood drips down her chin and she licks her dry lips. The maid is fleeing. Good, she loves it when they don't give up easily.

    “ Fashion sounds pretty nice doesn’t it? “

"I never really thought much of it, but yes... it can be pretty cool."

          —[☸]— Well, there was one thing she could try, as bad of an idea as it might be… She called out to it—If it spoke back, she might be able to reason with it. Hopefully. “Uh… hello? Can you… understand me?” 

Look out                     , it talks. Nothing good ever came out of another user in the .Flow, she's not supposed to work like this anymore. Sessions cannot be shared or meshed together, the projection of two users memories would cause an overload and then, Another fucking blackout. Just what she needs, Rust tightens her grip on the pipe. She has to do something before any damage could be done to this world( Because killing the inhabitants is a completely different matter). Her stride lengthens and she's starting to pick up her pace. She's never experienced a blackout, and she never will. Through into an empty void with no sense of time or space doesn't sound too fun. Her pipe is now being held in both hands and she's breaking out into a sprint. She is in no mood to talk.

He did come over though, but perhaps it would be wise to be a bit more considerate of words. He was a dangerous man, clearly that much was true. Perhaps he could be a friendly person though, if one was careful

"Ah- don't be such a stick in the mud, dude. I'm just trying to have some fun~." In all honesty, she didn't expect him to follow her, maybe teleport away using his weird butterfly magic or disappear in a cloud of smoke or whatever it is this guy does. So yeah, his comment caught her off guard,... at least she'll have some company in the Nexus for awhile. "What are you doing in the .Flow anyway? Or wait, did she send you?"

"Yea. I’m not a human, i’m a Kamui. I’m composed entirely out of life fibers." And then que him looking at the other’s hand blankly. High five? That felt too lowly to him. "Erm… uh- I don’t do that though. I have… an image of superiority to maintain, actually."

No high five? No hive five. Rust shrugs it off, and lets her hand fall back to her side. A shame about the high five, Rust hasn't had a good one in awhile. It would've been a pretty cool one too, oh what a cruel world. But enough of that, what in the world is a Kamui? Perhaps it was some kind of new fashion trend? "It's seems that I'm not familiar with these so called, life fibers... and its' ok, s'not like I really wanted a high five anyway."

"My my, she is not pleasant is she?" he says as his limbs and the ends of his hair are forming, while the torso solidified.

"Tell me about it," Rust manages to wheeze out, "Hey, Ro, you still got some of that tea?"

She hoped that when Rust said she smashed people’s heads that she was talking about people in the program.

"CHECK IT!"