Who Knows? *shrugs* :-\

He wrote a letter and gave it to a dozen ravens to carry between them.

Junk Scrap 3

Darkness crept inside from beneath the very stairway on which they stood, its banister smooth and bright and gilded in gold, its pearl-white stair steps gleaming underfoot by the soft candle light… Something smelt of ice and winter in the air, as was common in these parts and time of season, but something of the darkness too------one could smell the darkness in this room. A bitter and distasteful odder to make your nostril hair curl into spools, and that would put a nasty smile on even the kindliest of face. Most inexplicably. ~_~b

Junk Scrap 2

“I……” He was doing it again, that silence, that silence he loved to give whenever questioned in his ways. Of a nervous kin he was, but never timid. Bold he was when he wanted to be; Zane had been a remarkable foe in the weeks gone by, but now he seemed withdrawn, recoiled, like a cautious-being animal when uncertainty draws near…

“I have to,” came his shrunken, but non-the-less a full-sentence (which was what counted), response.

Junk Scrap 1

The figure wore his usual garb of flying black curtains that draped to his ankles and beyond when not caught by wind. The air was dead and lifeless, so he stumbled. But still, Euao had not returned, and they were alone.

“Why do you wear that thing?” Mikie asked, wanting to help the dark one who was clearly struggling.

“Because I like my cloak, and my cloak likes me.” came his reply iced with a sudden and unexpected sharpness, as was to be expected of him more often than not. He overreacted to a lot of things.

“Sure doesn‘t act like it does.” returned Mikie with a laugh, watching helplessly as Zane tripped on it again and kicked another bucket over.

Zane hissed; at either both cloak and/or Keyboard Master was uncertain.

Who Done It?!!

Euao: "Who done it?"
Zane: "...I did."
Euao: "Wait, I was kidding!"
Zane: "No you weren't, and you know it."
Euao "But I was!"
Zane: "No you weren't."
Euao: "Yes I was!"
Zane: "No you weren't."
Euao: "Yes I--- this isn't going tp get anywhere. No I wasn't, so, muahahahaha!"
Zane: *pause* "...Yes you were. (muahahahaha)" ',:-j
Euao"I'm glad we agree! So, now that we're off the subject, would you mind telling me what on ____earth it was you did, seeing as I 'wasn't' kidding?"
Zane: "...snap..."
Euao: "You snapped?"
Zane: "No...."
Euao: "Naaw, really?"
Zane: "N--- erm... yes actually."
Euao: *gasthp!* "I knew it!"
Zane: "Knew what?"
Euao: "That you'd snapped." *smile smile* ^______^
Zane: "Hey." *evil scowl*
Euao: *sees evil scowl* "...yup..."
Zane: *growls deeply* >:K
Euao: "Ok ok okaaay! Yeesh."

How Te' Keyboar Master Came To Be...

(this is all Mikie talking)

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V1:
It was once many, many, many, months ago, three years in fact, that I first discoverd how to wield a keyboard so. They told me I was crazy to even try, and I should go mope home in shame like a good little keyboard-wielder. But they met their match. I creamed them all in the 222nd Anual Hiccuping-Crock convention just east of Denial in New Hamster. No one tells me what's impossable! The story went something like this...

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V2:
True, it's a story unlike any other ever told before, but that's because it's mine and mine alone, and there is only one of me to go around. It went something like this...

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V3:

"It was once many many a manic months ago that I first learned how to wield a keyboard so..."

"I mastered its rise and fall in almost no time at all!"

"I didn't mean to land myself in dire danger,"

"but then again, I knew I liked that stranger!"

"Mysteriously enough..."

"he really really knew his stuff!"

"But it was tough..."

"He didn't nearly look that buff---"

"--and he wasn't---"

"--but he turned me into fluff!"

"'Enough!' I said,"

"'Your point be made before I'm dead!'"

"And then he said,"

"'Who're you talking to, dude? I'm over here!'"

"What??"

"And then I looked,"

"and there he was;"

"not the one in front of me,"

"but a mile left instead!"

"'Who are you?!' I cried to the man who stood before me."

"'Not I,' said he."

"'but your friend!' he said." ',:-j

"And then he wooshed"

"and he was gone!"

"Correct me if I'm wrong,"

"but I'm really really getting tired of this song!"

*strikes finishing-pose as music stops* =D

Audience: *erupts w/ enthusiastic cheers and wild applause* :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :B :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
Mikie: *bows gentleman-like right & left* ~_~