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MENTION OF SPIDERS BELOW! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SCARED OF SPIDERS! Milky grabbed a broom and started to clear out the debris when she rolled her eyes upon hearing the loud chaos that was going on behind her. She tried to ignore it to the best of her ability, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore it. These youngsters have too much energy in their young bodies. Milky has no idea how they can have so much energy and not want to sleep all the time once they finally get a chance to release it. If she tries to engage with that chaos…well, just the thought of it makes her sleepy and run down. But, Milky supposes it's better that they get out their energy in a productive way instead of making more messes- And, she spoke too soon. Milky’s pale red eyes glanced over to see two young kukus racing each other to see who could clean the fastest, and in the process, they knocked down another pillar. Luckily it was a pillar that needed to come down anyways but still…chaos.

Warlord walked dejectedly among the festive stalls, still saddened by what had happened. He still couldn't believe it that their brother, their guide, had left like that, out of the blue. It wasn't like him. Something must have happened- His flow of thoughts was abruptly interrupted because he ran into something, or rather someone in his aimless wandering. “S-sorry,” he stammered, still not completely lucid. “Don't worry, it can happen” replied a bright and cheerful little voice. A young dove was shaking off the dust, while checking out of the corner of her eye that no one took her flowers, all of which had fallen onto the dusty road. “I-I didn't want to” he continued, unsure of what to do he threw himself into picking the flowers. He frowned as he saw them all dusty and battered. “I'm sorry about your flowers,” he said, but she patted him on the shoulder. “It can happen, it's nothing serious” she smiled. "Can I help you?" Warlord couldn't forgive himself, who knows who they were for

{{ Research Points: 8 }} {{ Status: None }} Name: Kim Miyoung Gender: Male ♂ (He/Him) Age: 24 years Species: Human (questionable, but has birth records) Ethnicity: Korean/Japanese Role: Marine Biologist Education: Master’s in Marine Biology Minor in Psychology Sexuality: Unclear, appears to prefer men (according to rumor) Affiliation: Ayashii (怪しい) Unknown Personality: He’s described as unnerving, eccentric, and more than a bit unhinged. Enthralled entirely by his work into sea life, he puts little-no effort in socializing with human beings, and will either “look entirely through them” or offer them only emotionless, blunt orders, such as “Get out of my way.” However, with a giant octopus or undiscovered shark, he becomes very giddy and single-minded, allowing nothing to stand in his way. Fun Facts: He once broke the world record for the deepest dive without assisted breathing equipment by such a wide margin that his score was disqualified, as it was determined to be physically

Voodoo had no easy life. From a young age he had to take care of himself, achieving mixed success. As plentiful as his mishaps were, as plentiful were his encounters with other kukuri. And so he spent time with a loaf of wild kukuri, but couldn’t quite manage to fit in, despite his attempts to take a role in the hierarchy. So off he went on his own yet again. His next encounter was him as a young adolescent, where he found another kukuri in the snowy mountains. Malnourished and weak, he tried his hardest to keep up with the other, yet his body did not want to cooperate with his mind. So he fell unconscious, as the snow gradually began spreading a pure white blanket across his body. In and out of consciousness he flickered, the last thing he remembered being a shadow growing in his vision. Assuming it was Death coming to take him under her wings and carry him away, releasing him from his mortal shackles and ending his needless suffering. His fever dreams were as if he was passing