[WELL. That could've probably ended a little better, but it didn't, and now Mello is off stomping around somewhere downtown, kicking rocks and whatever leftover candy hearts might still be on the ground, muttering angrily to himself - and he's momentarily forgotten about the whole second level thing, too.]

... Don't know why I even bother.

[Morning, Template. Have a more or less recuperated Mello poking his head in on the second level from an undisclosed location.]

So there's people disappearing again, huh? [He shrugs.] Well hey, shit happens, right? Cry more.

[So after being almost being pummeled to death by Roxas, Mello - out of sheer survival instinct - managed somehow to pop himself as far as possible in his weakened state ... which means he's collapsed out on the street about a mile away from Crux Decussata House, pretty badly bruised and gasping for air and unconsciously filtering any trace of ( Read more... )

[Mello is a bit ... uh, I guess you could say unsettled after that conversation with someone who seemed to know him when Mello was sure they'd never met. Time for more flailing on the second level.]

OK, Template, what's all this "alternate worlds" bullshit I'm hearing about?

Shit. No, Roxas, that's really not good.

[Mello's trying sooooo hard not to panic here, but it's not working out so well, what with Roxas coughing up blood and all. Time for a second-level shoutout - it ends up, oddly enough, filtered to Atoli.]

Anyone around here know anything about how to stop internal bleeding?

[[OOC - Double-team post with ( Read more... )

All right, so this is a serious question, don't be a jackass about it.

[Mello takes a deep breath and toys with the zipper of his jacket, nervous at projecting this question out at the second level.]

Did any of you suddenly like ... discoveryou'regayorsomething once you got to Template? I need to know if there's a city thing like what happened ( Read more... )

[Since there's no way in hell Mello's going back home while there's even a remote chance of running into his covemate the chainsaw-wielding maniac again, he's out wandering the streets of downtown Template, killing time and exploring the city. Mello happens to meander past a bank marquee displaying date and time, and it takes him a second, but ( Read more... )

[Mello is currently racing down Wind Cliff Street as fast as his platform-booted feet will go, having been chased out of Crux Decussata House by his covemate A CHAINSAW-WIELDING MANIAC OMGWTF. He's more than a little freaked out, and unintentionally hitting the second level in addition to shouting at the top of his lungs:]

HELLLLLLP THERE'S A GUY ( Read more... )

[Mello storms into the Laundry Cove of Crux Decussata House carrying his black leather motorcycle jacket, which now bears a large splotch of fresh yellow paint all down the back. He heads to the kitchen, seething, and grabs the nearest towel and begins wiping the paint off his jacket, muttering under his breath.]

Crazy little ...

[He stops, and ( Read more... )

[Mello rattles the key in the lock of the door to the Laundry Cove of Crux Decussata House, on Wind Cliff Street, and then swings the door inward and steps inside.]

... Hello?

[It appears nobody’s home. Mello very casually drops his oversized duffel bag on the floor of the entranceway, and it hits the wood with a resounding THUD. He glances ( Read more... )