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[Omaru]

41 Spring, 513 AV

Omaru stood in the middle of his room at the Hostel. Had he been home at Black Rock with his friends, it would have been easy for them to tell that he was not truly alone. As he stood there, his eyes cast down, body tense, he argued. Not with himself, but the spirit fighter inside of him, Hawkeye. His body quivered, he seemed to badger himself.

"Come on Omaru! Just one!" His voice, though it was his own, sounded rougher than normal. But when he spoke again, he sounded like himself again.

"No damnit! I told you, not with my body!"

"But you'll like it I promise. Please just one?" the rougher tone seemed more pleading this time. But even as he spoke his body moved slowly toward the door of his room. Within himself, Omaru resisted the ghosts influence and tried desperately to kick Hawkeye from his body. But Hawkeye was getting better as well.

After a few moments of both inward and outward struggle, Omaru found himself struggling not to open the door. His body turned the knob, only for Omaru to take control again and turn it back. But soon, Hawkeye won over and opened the door.

"There we go." he said victoriously. But Hawkeye had began celebrating too soon. As soon as the door swung open, Omaru gave one last mental push, shoving Hawkeye out of his body. Omaru turned and almost ran out the door, only to collapse on the floor as Hawkeyes ethereal body reentered Omaru.

He fell on his hands and knees and stayed there, neither one of them wanting to give in. And so the mental battle began again in the middle of his small room. Occasionally, a small grunt could be heard, but for the most part the argument remained in the mind. Back and forth they berated each other while the fought for dominance over the body.

Moments later, Omaru was seen leaving the Hostel in a flurry of rage and frustration. He wrapped himself tight in his cloak and stormed off toward the West, heading for the Wizards Thumb.

"That bastard..." he mumbled, "Who does he think he is anyway."

[Rabbit]

Rabbit hopped through the streets of the city, not quite sure what to do with himself today. There was nothing to do, and he was bored with life in general. He didn't feel in the mood for fighting, wasn't quite sure what he was in the mood for. Maybe he should get a job. Actually, that was a terrible idea. Who would hire him? He sighed lightly, trying to decide but coming up with nothing. There really was just... nothing to do. Nothing, nothing nothing. He sighed deeply, sharply turning a corner.

He spotted a stall with delicious smelling treats, and it just increased his depression. He wished he could eat real food... as much as he enjoyed clay, it got bland, really bland after a while. It tasted just like... well, clay. Finding himself in a abandoned passage, he randomly decided to try and do a flip. He leaped straight up and forced his upper body forward, hoping to land on his feet. Sadly, this didn't happen and he landed heavily on his back, his breath knocked out of him. Growling slightly, he heaved himself up and continued on at a faster pace, as if attempting to run away from the embarrassment.

Finally, he came across a sight that surprised him. A young man, hustling through the streets, seemingly having a fight with... himself? Rabbit could hear a few muffled arguments, seemingly one sided, which was strange. He was fighting with himself. This was possibly the stupidest thing the Pycon had ever seen in his life, and he had to stop himself from laughing. He clutched his chest and doubled over, snorting quietly as the strange man walked past. A dry voice in the back of his mind mentioned that they probably both seemed insane at the moment, but Rabbit didn't care. It was so... funny!!

[Omaru]

Exhausted..or exasperated...Omaru leaned against a wall. He was starting to rethink whether or not his alliance with Hawkeye was going to work out. Slowly he sat on the side of the road and watched. Just watching as people went about their daily lives.

It's so strange, he thought, So strange how people just mill about all day. Never stopping. Never wondering what might happen during the day. They just assume that every day will happen like the last. Safe and happy. His thoughts began to take a slightly darker route. Thinking of all the ways tragedy could strike every single one of them.

He sighed. Nothing good would come from thinking like that. He was just upset from his fight with Hawkeye. He closed his eyes and folded his legs. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself. To clear his mind. But it was racing with too many thoughts. He sighed again and just sat there, thinking of nothing and everything all at once.

[Rabbit]

Feeling strangely optimistic, Rabbit decided to go over to say hi to this strange person. He was looking slightly depressed, and seemed to be thinking about morbid thoughts. It was quite hilarious. The Pycon couldn't understand why he was feeling so happy and care free all of a sudden, compared with his grumpy attitude earlier. Maybe trying to flip and landing on his back hadn't been a good idea after all. He shook his head, and using his unnatural confidence hopped up to the white haired man.

"Morning. What was that about?" He asked the man, getting straight to the point. At least he had kept his senses in not introducing himself. It was his usual way of business, let them give the information and you keep it. It was always easier that way. He sat upright, looking intently at the person before him. He really was wondering what in the world that man had been doing, arguing with himself. It was strange, funny looking, and hilarious to watch. The scene had provided a great deal of entertainment, for which Rabbit was very grateful for.

He tried to decide the best answer to the robed man's strange actions, and went through many options. Dual personality? Possessed by a ghost? That seemed unlikely... Or he was probably just really stupid, like most people. Or possibly more. It was the simplest and most sensible solution to the problem. Off hand, Rabbit wondered why in the world he was even talking to this person, since he wasn't a prospective fight, and didn't seem intelligent in the slightest. He really must be bored.... he shook his head slightly, and payed more attention to the man before him.

[Omaru]

Omaru kept looking down when he answered.

"Oh its nothing really." His answer was nonchalante and calm. The same way he approached most ordeals with the living. "My uh...roomate," Yea, roomate, Is just being a pain in my side."

Omaru glanced too the side to get a look at his companion. And when he saw the man...or...whatever it was, he froze. He was not frightened, or startled. Just confused. Surely he must be seeing things. For what he saw was a small, clay rabbit. And of course, rabbits can't talk. Let alone fake rabbits. So he looked back down and chuckled to himself.

"Well, I must truly be going insane. Now I'm talking to a rabbit statue."

[Rabbit]

The happy feeling changing, Rabbit got into a mood for manipulation, since this person seemed like an excellent target. All he needed was a story... he went through a massive set of options in his mind, trying to find something realistic that would help him. Like he knew what he wanted... eh, he could always figure that out along the way. Silently he went through the many options on his fingertips. Pretend to be an animated rabbit statue? Uhh he wants... to get back to his master, or away? Or maybe... The man mentioned that he thought he was going insane. Maybe he could use that to his advantage. He mused for several moments, and finally came up with a story.

"Mmm you can see me? That's nice for a change. And hear me too. I wonder why that is..." He put his paw on his head and mused for a bit, waiting for the other to reply to this strange comment. Inside though, his contemplative demeanor was close to breaking. The amount of effort Rabbit was putting into not laughing was massive, and keeping a smile off his face was nearly impossible. Good thing he was covering it with his paw...

The plan was to pretend he was something of a... 'monster', to say, that people only saw when they were going insane. Maybe he had something to do with the Aperture, but it wasn't quite developed yet. Still, he wondered how the man would react to this, and generally that would alter the way he was going to react. It all really depended on the man himself, what he was like and all. Some would walk away, but the Pycon sorely hoped this person wasn't one of those. It would ruin all the fun...

[Omaru]

Omarus eyes widened. He looked back down and stared at the strange statue again. Ok, now I know it said something! Omaru turned to sit directly across from the strange thing and leaned down, watching it closely.

"W-what did you say?" Idiot! Its a statue! But upon closer inspection, that statues paw wasn't in front of its face before. Is it moving too?! By now Omaru had forgotten all about his fight with Hawkeye and his attention was solely on this strange thing.

Slowly, he reached out. He gently tried to poke...whatever it was.

[Rabbit]

This reaction made Rabbit want to laugh even harder, but he had to resist the urge. Manipulating this guy was going to be fun... Watching the finger move closer to him, the Pycon decided to do something even more fun, just to annoy the man. As the finger 'poked' him, he molded his body so it moved away from the finger, creating a small indent around it. The finger never once touched him, and Rabbit tried to make it look as if this reaction was completely natural, and happened without him trying to.

"Well, seems like you can't touch me at least" Rabbit said, in an offhand manner, making it appear that he wasn't exactly something entirely real. It would just increase his planned illusion, and cause even more entertainment on his part. He watched the man's expression intently, wondering how he would react to this strange occurrence.

"Oh, I was wondering why you could see and hear me. It doesn't usually happen" The Pycon continued, answering the man's rhetorical question anyways. He said it in the same tone, as if still thinking about why this man was able to see him, but still creating a sense of not really paying attention, and being somewhere else at the same time. Rabbit wasn't quite sure how well this would work out, but was excited to see how well this would work out. Just watching his reaction now made it hard not to laugh his head off.