The soft beeps of the machines were familiar bitter sweet sound, the sterile smell mixed in with the scents of the dying and sick. All a familiar environment for her; her purple gaze looked up from the book she was softly reading out loud. Her eyes lingered on the red head lying in the bed, her hair had been carefully braided and washed. Even her nails painted purple with cute little bunnies on the thumbs. The hospital room was clean; with small knickknacks here and there. Flowers which use to be a traditional site in hospital rooms were far a few in-between. However that didn’t stop Valdis from lining the room with paper ones randomly. She was sure on more than one occasion Kurio had face palmed when he walked into his sisters room to suddenly find it kiddified with random horribly done finger paintings and hand prints. Stuff that Val and Kasei had done before she had gone into a coma. While it would seem he usually took down most of the stuff he had left up his sisters hand print throughout the years and carefully had them framed throughout the room. It definitely marked the time in which had passed since his sisters hospitalization.

Valdis looked outside the door and at the hustle and bustle that went on about the outside. She knew most of the staff on this floor, after all she had been coming to visit on a semi regular basis for eight years now. Sometimes she annoyed the ever living hell out of the staff other times she amused them with her antics. Usually people on this floor weren't the liveliest of people, it was a nice break from it every now and then. However today she was content to sit hear and read a book.

Valdis was dressed up in nothing special, just a grey knit sweater dress with a thick black belt around her waist. Tight black paints were tucked into knee high boots which where propped up on the edge of the hospital bed as she reclined in one of the chairs. Her dark purple hair was tied back in a messy French braid, tied off with a light grey ribbon. Valdis’s makeup was done lightly, a light purple grey eye shadow along with lightly pastel pink lips. She played with the end of her long purple braid which was hung over her right shoulder as she continued to read aloud to Kasei. Old Romanian fairy tales read in the language of their homeland. Whenever she talked to Kasei it was always in Romanian.

His office as it were, a room he often kept files in, but since he was an asset when used, not left to stagnate, was rarely in... Was on this floor. For eight years, when he inquired quietly to one of the orderlies, it seemed he was consistently missing that Fis a Putain. And this made him both thankful that he was spared the displeasure of her company, but angry that he needed to confront her in his own territory. There was a barely silenced growl in his mind, the dragon snarling. He kept an impassive face. After her display last night...

He entered the room quietly. He was in his black longcoat, the white flame pattern along the hems and body casting an eldritch look to him. Work here as long as he had, and they become inured to your choice in fashion.

He half-listened to the Romanian. It was not a tongue he was an expert with, able to read and write more than speak, but it made enough sense to him that he was able to tell it was a story. He wanted to check on the patient first. He read her chart on the way in, and disregarded most of the machinery for the moment, removing his gloves, and taking her pulse the old fashioned way.

Nothing out of the ordinary given the chart... Peter was accustomed to the smell of death. It was a companion from his time in Crystal Tokyo, once they had involved him more heavily with Youma... Some of them who had the strangest fascinations with human horror. His own psychological insanity, his inability to feel fear, and his narcissism...

The smell brought comfort, not horror, to him. He continued to feel this young girl's vitals, showing a gentleness associated with a doctor. He was able to fill for one when needed, despite his lack of official training. But there were cases of untrained men removing bullets. Peter had read extensively about the medical field once he came across that report. It had shown him it was possible. His lack of a name tag, having pocketed it, would allow his identity to remain a secret.

He waited, letting Valdis speak first. The young woman may rankle his dragon, but Sophia seemed to care for her. This one was doing alright. Her file made him think of the symptoms those who suffered from his own authored attacks would suffer. It had felt uncanny. And only now did he have a chance to investigate.

Fate had funnier ideas, the Inquisitor mused. He did not appreciate this one.

Valdis looked up when a familiar energy presence approached the door; she watched as he made his way through her friend’s room. Reading her chart and checking her over…she raised her eyebrow…had she been aware that he had medical training? She just stared at him in silence as he made his way about the room. She vaguely wondered if this was a clever rouse to approach her, or he was actually assigned to check on Kasei. Her violet gaze drifted back to her friend.

”Her vitals have always remained fine; when she was brought over from Transylvania with me her injuries had been minor…however I always thought coma was her body coping with what happened eight years ago.”

Valdis calmly placed the book she had been reading upon the stand next to Kaseis bed.

”But what do I owe the pleasure, I’m going to make the assumption that you work here…however I don’t believe your assigned to her”

She was curious to his reasons, but she was sure that she’d find them out soon enough. Valdis was unsure of how he felt about his presence. Sophia had more than proved she was ready to handle whatever he through at her, and he already said he’d be backing Sophia. So frankly what she had against him to begin with was no longer an issue. Plus he had earned a few more points last night during the meeting. So her stance on the Moonie Loonie had changed, now she couldn’t figure out if he annoyed her or amused her. For now she would just see how this visit would go.

“Her symptoms are consistent with a Youma attack victim's early recovery stages, at least when the Youma is competent. Her presence here for eight -years- tells me something is wrong. I checked her file because you were in the room.” He did not turn to face Valdis, until he had finished his preliminary examination. “I also try to verify everything I am told by charts and machines for myself. If it is not an invasive test, I find it better to know than to take it on faith.”

He looked at her side long, before turning, leaning on the wall, careful to not be triggering any alarms. “... I find myself at a loss to describe why I am here. I do not think your instincts, your worlds youma, are the same as mine. I could talk for hours about the Dragon's sub-routines, and how he reacts to things, how I react to things because when they purified me, he was still intimately bonded to me... But none of that applies to you. And I do not want to make an error in translation. This is someone close to you.”

He was capable of compassion for others. That part of himself was still there, buried deep inside. And then there was an image cast over him, like a sillhouette... His eyes seemed crimson, his hair bound behind him, and a helm forming, as well as black armour. Claws, fangs, subtle things unless needed. His hand seemed to emit a dark energy, creating a blade of negatively charged matter or raw entropy... And then it passed. An image of what he had once been?

“But I still owe you an explanation. Your presence was seen as an invasion of my territory. But seeing this? You have every right to be here. One of my nests or not, you have not made a direct attack on me since our first meeting, and made passable attempts at quelling my Dragon. And with the Wyrmling speaking as highly of you as she is, even though that...” His eyes gained a glassiness to them. “I thought she was Beryl for a moment. I wanted her to be Beryl. If I had not stopped myself, I would have taken her to my lair.” He chuckled softly. “She's very special. I do not know why.” None the less...

“Do not take this personally, but I have gathered enough evidence that you are not a threat. Perhaps ask the Wyrmling to have the Silver Princess heal her?” He gestured with a hand towards Kasei. “That is who the silver haired one is. At least, in my timeline.”

”That’s because it was a youma attack…my village was the first to be attacked. Youma weren’t even heard of at the time. Only a handful of us survived …so at this point I just don’t think she wants to wake up”

Valdis nodded at his explanation for reading her charts, it was good enough reason if any. When he went on about youma and differences her interest was slightly peaked. Were they that different? If so why what made this timeline different?

”....I wouldn’t know what your youma were like, so I would be un able to give you an accurate comparison without further knowledge. However I wouldn’t be opposed to listening about the gritty details, I find the subject of what makes a person tick fascinating. Perhaps we will get to chat about the differences between our youma and yours, that to seems like an interesting subject….as for my instincts I wouldn’t know if I am different or not compared to others. Its only been a few weeks since I began to use any of the chaotic energy…and its only been a little more than a week since I have gotten the ability to transform. Even though I may have been born with the chaos taint I had not embraced it until now…so my instincts have likely not had enough time to be chipped away and tainted yet…”

Really it was hard to believe so much had happened in less than a months’ time.

”….You could say we were close. Our relationship was one of those love hate types….We would play, and we would argue all the time…My mother was sickly so in her last few months she was in the hospital. Kasei’s mother and step father let me stay with them during the nights, or took me out just to get me out of the hospital. Kasei hated me for it, I remember her telling me just because I wasn’t going to have a mom didn’t mean I got to steal hers….Kasei was the only child over there, her brother was overseas with his their father. So sharing wasn’t her strong suites.”

She frowned.

”She wasn’t my closest of friends at the village, but she’s all that I had left after the attack.”

Valdis blinked when the image around Peter shifted, she had to shake her head slightly as the vision cleared. She shivered, she wasn’t sure what to call that. That wasn’t like her normal visions, which was something to be thankful for, however still odd none the less. But she had to wonder what she had just saw. When he explained further to why he was here it earned a laugh from her. A sincere amused look flitting across her features.

”I have been come here for eight years, the staff have practically watched me grow up. How was it today it was the invasion of your nest?”

Her features softened once more when he mentioned about there being something special about Sophia. Though she was touched slightly that the girl spoke fondly of her but she did so for everyone.

”She would speak fondly of the person who would murder her family as well…but She maintains an innocence in a world that does its damn hardest to squash it. She doesn’t put up walls around her heart which the rest of us do to shield ourselves from pain, while she openly accepts it….she unconditionally loves without fearing the breaking of her own sanity…she’s a rarity which needs to be protected because she will not do it herself….to not be judged and to be accepted no matter what is something most living beings crave; Little Mouse does these things and expects nothing in return.”

Valdis looked up at him.

”She is a very easy person to come to love without even realizing you’re doing it….Or am I mistaken and it is Beryl who is the special one, for you seem to put her image upon more than Sophia.”

Valdis shrugged when he said that she wasn’t a threat.

”Considering I have only had my powers for more or less than a week I don’t suppose I would be much of a threat…”

When the conversation was directed towards kasei again the frown was back on her face, she had thought about this already of course…and she had come to one conclusion.

”We haven’t found the silver princess in this timeline yet, your wyrmling supposedly has the ability to find her when she peers into their heart…but even then I do not think I would request it….It would be cruel to Kasei at this point. Not only would she be woken up to a world completely different then hers she’d be waking up to a brother she doesn’t know, her parents dead, the world completely frozen over, and a body that seemingly isn’t hers. Her cognitive process would still be that of an eight year olds…and society as a whole would expect her to be at a 18 year old level…It would be torturous for her. I haven’t a doubt she would break from the weight of it all and we would lose her for good….at least like this…she’s living a much more peaceful life then the rest of us. It’s kinder to let her sleep.”

“The instincts were mine before I was tainted.” Peter chuckled sadly. “Ever since I was... Fifteen... I have felt this hunger. I suppressed it. And then when the Chaos Organization finally found me...” He had a bitter regret in his laugh then. “I was at long last home again. It will feel safe. It will feel peaceful, but this taint is not part of men.” He paused a moment at that. “They told me, that the seeds were inside my heart all that time...” He had a thousand yards stare. “And that they simply blossomed them... Said I had nursed them so well.” His eyes slowly shifted to hers. “It is an invasion f my nest, because Valdis, before today, you had not drawn steel against me or my fangs. You crossed me when you threatened them. But I have forgiven you for that blunder. Instead, I keep a very close eye on you when you are in my nest, or near my Wyrmling... No matter how much she cares about you.”

But when the Youma misunderstood him, he smiled, and his canines were in the smile, all teeth, glinting in the light. “'tis not Sophia who had my blood racing, nor 'twas Sophia the one I called Beryl... Not last night.” He returned to his expressionless mask. “Kaguya. I saw her as Beryl. Sophia is my Celeste, my sister, not my bride. And even then, it was a trick of the light, of my pain. A madness seeping into my mind because I am dying.” He sighed softly at that. “Not by the flesh, but my spirit is fading. The weigh of my condition has been growing. I give it another month, and I will have to commit Seppuku to stop myself from becoming the Dragon again. Now that... These Senshi, have a chance. It is the greatest kindness I can give them. I will end him before he can take control of me. Before I become the Dragon... The Ogre... Whatever you wish to call him. They have so many words for what he was. Dragon, Ogre, Oni, Akuma, Bakemono, Youma, Akutenshi... They all mean the same thing in the end. Demon... Devil.” A shrug, impartial. “When the walls shattered last night, I knew. Beryl was the only one who could control me. And then...”

He shook his head. “All humans have the right to free will. Kami-sama, the God who made mankind, not the Goddess who stole me. He decreed it so. That they had the right to choose. For if mankind was forced to be Good, then their Good would be but ash in his mouth, and instead there needed to be a choice, to be Good, or Evil, for Good to have meaning. And the Fallen One, he waged the Rebellion, and then Burdened mankind with the Wages of Sin, simply because he disagreed. Lucifer loved mankind more than most give him credit for.” When he spoke, there was a strange air to him. It was... Like an authority came over him. Years of theological study, a strength, a resolve. As he spoke, it was not as the man, but the Inquisitor. Even without his transformation, that same sternness was there. Like his soul was made of steel.

He smiled at that. “He wanted all of us to join him in Heaven. He wants us all to join him in Hell. I will, in a few weeks... I look forward to it. But... She, is not me. She was born Human, not a Nephillim.” He stared at Valdis then. “She should be revived, once you have guided them to overcome the Zodiac. Once they have freed this world... So that maybe, just... Maybe... He can come back. I am from three thousand years in the future... I think there is a ruler waiting. He will come back to light their darkest hour.” He did not cry, but there was a wish that he could. “I had thought... That I would be him, but this... An impure king can not bring Brittania, and the World, into the light. My devil has won.”

He looked exhausted, empty. Like too little honey spread over far too much bread. “This one should be cured in a better world.” He pulled something from his pocket, before writing down something on it. “This is the address of a Cathedral. Take her there, in the better world. Once I have passed, it will be safe for others... And I imagine there will be an orchard worth viewing.” Once he had planted it.

“A pity you are both taken, and... That I am what I am. I might have grown fond of you.” He shrugged, a sadness in those malachite lenses. “I pray I will not see you in the afterlife. I would not want you to join me in Cocytus.”

His story although lacking details was pretty clear, Valdis expression was solemn as he went on. But the mood slightly shifted when he directed his attention from his own memories to her. A lopsided smirk made its way on her face as she shrugged, she did not mind being watched.

”Technically I didn’t draw anything I just pulled your hair, I believe the first to draw steal was you. But may I ask what is with the strong attachment to your fangs?”

It was good however to hear that his view on Sophia had indeed shifted to that of a more brotherly stance. She need not worry anymore about his intentions towards her; as he continued on about the weight that the chaos was causing her gaze was a sympathizing rather than pitying. This was something she could begin to understand. Her eyes held no judgment as he continued on with the understanding he would have to end it soon. He spoke in segments with things missing her and there, so he certainly wasn’t the easiest person to fallow; the urge to ask more questions was strong, however in this subject it was not her place to pry.

”….I do not know if the Senshi have a chance as things stand right now…doom day is very close….I sense the covenant has the energy to complete it…Our battle with Scorpio delayed things however they have replaced the energy he had used against the short skirt squad. But they are still missing a Zodiac…It won’t be long until they replace him….if the battle was to happen today then the Senshi will lose. They are not ready and they do not have experience on their side. It is my hope that you will stay with them long enough for them to learn from your experience. You are one of them, they will take your advice better than mine just from that fact alone…”

She listened with interest as he went on…it defiantly showed him in a different light…and the battle he seemed to be internally facing…and it vaguely sounded like his ‘dragon’ had stokholm syndrome. That red headed queen…she wondered if he suffered the same degree as Scorpio when it came to her hold over him. Threw him she had learned of the strong obsessive bond which that woman invoked. It was maddening and drove him past his limits eventually. Only when Moon purified him was his soul free.

”Scorpio….he was controlled by Beryl almost the same way, he had a strong obsessive love for her. His feelings for her were overwhelming. They drove him mad in the end, he lost all of himself to it. But deep down…under all the taint there was a seed of what he used to be. Our final battle with him Sailor moon purified the taint away, burning off the taint leaving just what use to be. There wasn’t enough left of him to survive but he went in peace. He lost what the chaos had made him into….Sophia has likely given you the offer to try it yourself…has she not? It would burn away what was you and no doubt there is a risk you will lose yourself completely. However if your committing seppuku anyways why not choose that way to go?”

When he went on Valdis could only smile, he kinda had the whole one must be tainted in order to preserve the rest idea going on. Well sort of not quite, but the thought amused her. He guided the conversation back towards Kasei, about her being awakened again….She turned her half lidded gaze towards the girl, a frown marring her features. The idea of waking her up…even in a better world. Would the strain be too much for her? Half her life had gone by already, puberty was bad enough to go through when it came in stages. She couldn’t imagine dealing with it all at once before she was even mentally ready….Yes the world would be better as a whole but…for Kasei it would be still shattered. But perhaps she would be able to have a chance if things were better. However she let out a bitter laugh when he indicated she would guide them. She was surprised he had come to such a conclusion. But as he described a weird king coming back Valdis shrugged, she wasn’t completely opposed to the idea.

”As much as I would like to see how things unfold, if you hadn’t noticed during that vision last night I was the only one who did not make an appearance.”

However she took the card when he gave it to her, a soft smile on her face…To wake up near flowers. It wouldn’t be much but it would be something that would hopefully bring her some peace.

”Thank you…I do appreciate this”

Valdis stood up and carefully folded the card into an origami ring and slid it on Kaseis little finger. Her brother would eventually find it. When he spoke next Valdis could only raise her eyebrow, an amused expression crossing her face.

”Well I have to say that was the first time anyone has essentially said they hoped not to see me in hell….forgive me for prying what makes you believe your destined for that last layer? I thought that your god was the only one to be able to make that judgment in the end”

"The first man I authored the demise of... The test of my loyalty." He stared out the window, moving past everything else she asked him, and answering why he was damned. "I... Sold out a priest who had trusted me."

"I condemned him to the darkness. Because a Youma kissed me, and drew the pain of my loss away."

There was a selfishness there. "I betrayed a man of the cloth, and I betrayed God. I was baptised, and given the choice. I chose the darkness... And suicide is a mortal sin... But I want you to tell Jadeite this, if you meet him in the darkness... Tell him I will meet him, in another world. And I will embrace him as a brother. He loved her as I love her. I want nothing more than for him to find paradise. I will free him from hell if I must." That same passion. "Red hair was borne by another traitorous disciple. I feel this was my destiny. To carry the last of that darkness into Hell, perhaps." He chuckled then. "There is a terrible freedom in knowing a man will die alone and powerless. That... creature, the hound who attacked me, said Virgo would have revenge for him. I intend to pluck that from her. I can do no more than what I have offered them. The rest is up to them."

And he paused a moment. "Had I... Had I a sword that was not Clarent, I could possibly extend my time, but it is... It is not to be. Neither Joseph of Aramathea's blade, nor the Caliburn are mine. Neither the Joyeux, nor Durandal. The sword I bear is cursed, not blessed." Galahad, Arthur, Charles Magnus, and Roland. Peter compared himself to men far beyond what any mortal could even begin to consider fair, and hated himself in spades for each failing.

"My God's judgement comes not at the end, but in the beginning. A Serpent provoked two mortals to eat of the fruit. Lucifer ensured in that moment we all would come for him. Christ harrowed Hell, but one must accept him into their heart... And must be human, to be forgiven, and to find absolution." And when he looked at her, he smiled sadly. "I am not human. If I once was, I do not know. But I know when they purified me, tore the Devil I had become from my flesh, they botched the job. He is in my soul. And that means I do not qualify for forgiveness. My sins as a man damn me, and my status as a monster condemns me."

He looked away, staring at something only he could see. "And yet I see him still, in my Red Thirst, and my Black Rage. A beckoning hope, that I might measure to him. A petty dream, a vain hope, that leads me into despair. Take from a man his hatred, and that is all that is left."

He sighed then. "Seppuku is inaccurate. And I beg pardon for the use. I have no second, nor Lord to offer it to... Jumanji giri is the proper name of the ritual I look forwards to. I will finally be at peace. And will be in the darkness where my failures will come to an end." And then from there... His work could continue...

Chaos.. A wondrous thing that everyone in the entire world looks for. Even when that person doesn't even realize they are. That is whats so amazing about disorder. It comes no matter if you ask it to or not. For fate of chaos, whom should have been called destiny; birthed itself in the past night. When all was still and quiet within the hospital an none could disturb.

That is until a few moments ago...

Outside the room where Valdis and Peter were standing in, shouts and loud crashes broke the silence. If they were to look out into the hallway, they would see a monitor flat on it's face in the middle of the floor. Possibly even a few nurses poking their heads out of patience's room to also see what had caused such a commotion.

" Oh for the love of God, either catch it or get out of the way! "

A male's voice yelled out from down the hall and around the corner.. Right about the same time when a rather large, brown and white floppy eared rabbit came bursting out from behind the same corner. The obviously terrified creature skid into the hall. It's legs moving almost like what you would see off a cartoon show, flying all about as it went into a full on sprint down the hall. Paws scratching frankly against the polished marble floors in its attempt to flee. Hopping and darting every which way until finally making a sharp turn right into Kasei's room.

The Long eared rabbit un-knowingly ran itself into a dead in so to speak. Which in great Lab specialist Titus Brandheart's words meant - The Rabbit ran into a freaken wall and went thud. It's alive, but it might have possible brain damage now. That or really bad headache. - Which is exactly what the said doctor thought as he approached the room and put both his hands against the entrance.

Pink eyes glared down at the small mammal that had escaped him. Completely obvious to who was in the room at the time other than the furry lab experiment that had so rudely escaped with out permission. The poor creature stunned for the moment, giving Titus time to apprehend his test subject.

" Well aren't you a pain in my as~" Titus trailed turning around to see Dr. Peter and a young female visitor in the room with him. His right eye brow twitching as he managed to come up with an excuse for this sudden intrusion.

" Sorry, mr. floppy got out of his kennel and decided to take a run through out the hospital. Dr. Peter and to you as well Ma'am, Forgive the rabbit and it's handler." He smiled, holding the rabbit up in front of him with both of his hands.

Valdis was finding Peter was brutally honest in his faults, and in his past mistakes…or should she say deeds. She respected him for that honesty, not many had such clarity in oneself. That was a trait she could admire. Then he went on to talking about swords…what was with the swords.

”I would love to say I understand what you’re talking about, but mythical swords is not my area of expertise.”

Valdis was about to respond to the rest when suddenly a crash was heard. Fallowed by a bunny peeling out into the room. Val blinked and burst out laughing as soon as it hit a wall out of fright…yes a bit cruel to laugh but when she saw something funny she was laughing at it. That and she heard a familiar voice and energy signature approaching. A grin broke out across her face as she got up and scooped the bunny up; having no qualms about grabbing a random animal by the scruff….it was silly to just to let it run about. When Titus came into the room she gave him a slight smirk; raising an eyebrow at this whole mam incident. She knew she kept her energy signature hidden for the most part as Nazo and Granny had taught her, but it would seem most really didn’t recognize her out of her youma form. Which was an interesting thing to know.

”Why your positively looking frazzled today Pinky….Maybe I should go let this loose in my Dads room? He likes fuzzy animals…And I can’t bring our four dogs…”

She scratched the little bunny behind the ears.

”Pinky you already know Loonie here?”

Peter did not even turn to acknowledge the rabbit, or it's owner. The man made Peter's life interesting. Infernally cheery people made Peter's fangs hurt. Sophia being the sole exception. “Titus. I am of a mind to sick security on you to see about updating your cages.” He did not even look at the floppy haired menace. “I have to wonder, whether the rabbit, or you, is the craftier of the two.” He shrugged. And then when Valdis introduced him using the name she had given the Moon Knight...

Peter's eyes went to a glare out the window. “We know of one another indirectly. We have not spent a great deal of time beyond official projects. Though I may have been drinking with him once or twice... In my old age, I grow so forgetful.” He shrugged, chuckling. Peter was documented as having eidetic memory. He was giving Titus a chance to explain things. Passing the buck so to speak.

That Peter's paranoia pinpointed Titus as possibly being a Youma?

The Dragon was roaring.

He sure as hell was not a Senshi, or a Knight. Peter would have seen him.

Titus's smile vanished when the purple haired girl spoke. His eyes flashed with excitement the second he made eye contact with the young lass. Could it be? Titus was speechless, his expression looked rather blank. It was almost like he was searching his memory before coming back into reality with a shit eating grin. " Ah Of course! Can't you tell?! " he chuckled, becoming very animated as he scratched the back of his head.

Now that would of been more convincing if Peter hadn't ignored him on the way in. However, scolding him about his rabbits was not something he was too terribly comfortable with. Titus's face lit up in horror as he dramatically clutched his chest and placed the back of his hand over his forehead. " Peter, Your words strike my heart like sharp arrows. I don't know if I should be offended or my friend here." He sighed as if offended; gesturing with a pointed index finger to the rabbit in Valdis's hands.

"Oh, now see look what you've done! Mr. Floppy is very sensitive and you upset him! Now its going to take hours of therapy to convince him that you don't hate him, Peter-kun..." Titus paused, taking a second to think of what he just said before continuing. " That is how you say it here, right? " He asked Valdis, looking for re-insurance that he had addressed Peter correctly.

He was about to reach over to take back the rabbit from Valdis, when all of a sudden the large creature began to panic once more. Thrashing about in Valdis's grip before kicking itself free. It's tiny fat nub like feet outstretch as it lunged itself forward and right at Peter. "Peter Catch him!" Titus gasped, reaching into his coat pocket to take out a un-used syringe package and small brown liquid vile.

Took him a second but he picked up on who she was pretty quickly. Valdis giggled at how animated the conversation became. Now this was the type of conversations she could enjoy. Valdis was amused by the rabbits name along with the goats new name for Peter.

”If your older then him and have a personal connection other than work then yes, otherwise no. San would be the correct term in this case I believe since you are colleagues. Or you can do what I do and say fuck it and just give everyone pet names”

She blinked when the rabbit suddenly escaped from her arms and launched itself towards Peter….why did animals always try to run away from her.

”I got the door!”

She jumped over to the door and shut it quickly before the rabbit would have a chance to get out.

”Loonie catch Mr. Floopy!...don’t let it get near Kasei she’s allergic to bunnies.”

Peter did not react until the split second the rabbit was in striking range. His entire body moved in a blur, and his hands were on the rabbit, pinning it with a firm, but harmless grip, and picking it up by the center of bodymass with both hands, before holding it out towards Titus. “Tell Janitorial to come in here. I think it defecated in terror.” He was not even trying to hide it. His grin was absolutely draconic. “And keep better track of your specimens for the love of Ahurama.” He invoked one of the twelve heavenly generals, the one known as the flesh eating Ogre...

“And I would be San, or Sama, depending on how much you wish to suck up to me. But I despise honourifics. It is Administrator, or my name, Titus.” He was staring through Titus, and keeping that syringe in sight. If the pink haired man tried anything funny, he would find Peter's boot in his stomach, and shortly thereafter, the Inquisitor's sword at his throat.

“Your floppy eared menace.” He spared a glance at Valdis. She was pinning him here. Peter's only escape route was the window at the moment. His adrenaline began to pick up, pulse increasing slowly. He made sure to keep the rabbit scrupulously away from Kasei.

Titus was relieved and yet some what impressed at Peter's hand-eye coordination. In fact, he was actually too excited about it. He clapped his hands as he jumped in success as if actually celebrating something profound or important. Even more so when he turned his head and noticed Valdis closing the door shut. He stared at Valdis for a moment, a brow raised in amusement. " Excellent! Simply wonderful... Now I don't have to go chasing!" Titus cheered, turning around to see Peter holding out his rabbit to him.

" OH FLOPPYS-POO! " Titus cried, putting the syringe and vile back into his coat pocket and quickly moving over to his rabbit. He took hold of Mr. Floppy and held his overly feed experiment in his arms in a loving embrace. The strange doctor even kissed the rabbit before cuddling the scared, helpless creature. It's eyes now more visible and clearly dilated..What ever Titus had given it, it had the thing shaking.. " He is not a menace..." Titus interjected, his pink eyes locked onto Peters in a surprisingly serious fashion. How dare someone insult his pet! No one, thats who! Titus thought to himself, however, his body language spoke differently. He just simply smiled at Peter and nodded. " But the Kun adds a sense of non-seriousness to your name, Peter. " He, smiled warmly, the seriousness about him fading away as if it had never happened to begin with.

" Hey Girly, You might want to close your eyes..."

That was the last thing Titus said before taking a step forward. His gracefulness, no where to be seen as his knee's buckled and the man went stumbling forward. Like a awkward dancer, he held onto a fat rabbit with arms stretched out in front him. Titus tried to keep his balance from falling by grabbing onto the nearest thing. Which happened to be Peter.... Where also his face met Peter's face, lips met Peter's lips. . He quickly caught his balance, pushing himself off Peter while mumbling under his breath.

" 3...2...1..."

When he was finally balanced, Titus slowly and softly dropped the rabbit to the floor. " Oh wow that was weird..." He grumbled, looking down at the floor where he had set the rabbit down and took a few steps back. Meanwhile, Peter would feel very strange. The world around him nothing like it was before. Things would be a lot larger, grayer, and above all. Peter would notice his own body on the floor... A few feet away from him.

" Peter, you okay there buddy? " Titus asked in a concerned tone, eyes fixed on the rabbit.