Hey, everyone!

This is part 2
(Hopefully, I don't have to make a part three. Not cause I don't want to; I just want to continue writting the original story)

Oh, and sorry if this seems rushed. (I'm trying to cram all the remaining questions into this chap.)

Btws, this is going to be LOOONGG!! (Increadibly so)

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The Rights stare at Berserk disbelievingly. "Ha..." Blake started. "Hahaha!" The redhead laughs, dry and humourless. He glares at Bersek with venom in his gaze. "Don't you dare slander Tsumiakadsu-sama's name!" He yells, anger flaring. Strands of his hair started to flicker. It was a small detail that almost no one notice. Bash gives an annoyed groan. "If you want to bluff, at least try to be more logical." The blonde clicks his toungue. Breaker narrows his eyes--just a tiny bit. "Umm, s-sorry; but, the-there's no w-way you're Tsu-Tsumiakadsu-sama." He points out. Berserk stares at the brothers for a moment, her two younger sisters shaking their heads. Then, the redhead bursts into a juvial, loud laughter.

"Seriously? Hahaha!" Berserk throws her head back, still laughing. Her counterpart fumes, eyes burning with rage. "You're laughter is givin' me a headache!" Brat laments, rubbing her temples. "Could you stop laughing, sis? Please." Brute sighs. The redheaded leader immediately stops laughing and shifts her gaze to stare at the ravenette intensely. The rest also turn to look at Brute, shocked. The second child squirms uncomfortably under their gaze. "What?" Brute raises a brow. "N-nothing..." Breaker mumbles, shaking his head. Berserk grins. "Well, since you said please." She giggles--softly. "Oh!" The redhead snaps her fingers. She faces the brothers once again, pointing at Bash.

"Why is it so illogical? What does Moriko have that I don't?" Berserk asks.
"Sanity/ A heart/ K-kindness." Bash, Blake and Breaker reply, respectively. The female blinks at them for a moment. Then, she places a hand over her chest. "Ouch. Now, that's just hurtful." She pouts, with a mock hurt expression. The blonde brother rolls his eyes. "Well, they're not completely wrong." Brat mumbles, looking away. Blake grumbles. "We were just saying the truth..." The redheaded male shrugs. "..." Both ravenettes say nothing, one due to shyness--the other, I-couldn't-care-less...ness. "Is Moriko really all that?" P.K pipes up, surprising the supers,

Both of the cloaked brothers had been awfully quiet for a while; to the extent, the boys and girls almost forgot their presence all together. "Yeah!" Blake says enthusiastically, before lowering his voice after the odd glaces coming his way. "She's...great." The redhead grins. "I'm guessing you got your element? And, it's fire." Brute states. The male gives her quizzical look. The ravenette simply gestures to the male's hair--more specifically, his low ponytail. As he spins his head to look around, he notices his hair ON FIRE!
"WHAT THE--!?!?" He screams. Breaker eyes widen in alarm, he quickly use his powers to create a gust of wind--which only made the fire worse.

"H-help! Please!" The small boy pleads. He looks at Brute, who is attuned to earth, for help. 'She could put out the fire...!' He thought hopefully. Brute simply raised her brow. "I can't." She replies dryly. "I'm earth elemental, sure. But, I need actual ground to use my powers." She shrugs. Brat sighs, shaking her head. Her spear appears, and she points it at Blake. "Hold still." She instructs. But, as the gust of wind continues to blow, all of Brat's shots miss entirely--making her more than a little irritated.
While all of this is going on, Berserk grins broadly--enjoying the show. P.K, similarly, is clapping his hands while laughing--finding the whole predicament highly ammusing. Bash looked nonchalant, but a small smile tugs at his lips--one that he isn't ashamed of; yet, his eyes seemed pain. And, Brute...has fallen asleep as some point.
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"ENOUGH!!!!"

Val's loud voice boomed. He stood up tall, towering over everyone menacingly. With a one quick movement of his hand, the flames disperse. Everyone instantly went quiet--even Berserk! (Brute woke up as well)
For once, they could see Val's eyes; they wish couldn't. He had dark brown eyes, gleaming with anger and vicious intent. He narrows his eyes, annoyance and irritation evident.

"STOP FOOLING AROUND; OR I'LL--"

He threatens, before his brother places a hand on his shoulder. "Whoa there! Calm down, bro!" The younger one says quickly. The taller male immediately snaps his eyes to glare at the other male. He looked like he was about to kill P.K at any given moment. The shorter male remains not at all fazed by the look. He gazes back at his brother's dark brown eyes unflinchingly. With a sigh, P.K shakes his head--laughing softly. Then, the two started to converse in an odd language; what the others assume are the cloaked brothers mother toungue.
Finally, Val seems to have calmed dowm; his tense figure, visibly relaxing. With a sigh, he plops down back on his chair. He looks down, his features once again hiden by the shadow of his cloak. P.K gently pats his brother and says something softly, meant only for Val to hear.

Then, the shorter of the two spins his body to face the humans. "Sorry about that. He's had a long, hard week. Lots of stress. So, he's been..." The male pause, thinking about the accurate word. "Irritable?" Bash suggests. "Ang-angry...?" Breaker squeks. "Annoyed." Brute states, rather than suggest. "Irritated?" Brat raises a brow. "Angst?" Blake pipes up. "Volatile?" Berserk chirps. P.K shakes his head, none of the suggestions what he thought was sufficiently accurate.
"Well, I was gonna say; 'he's been more of a cranky crab lately'; but, I guess those work as well." The male shrugs, chuckling. No one questions why the cloaked boy chose such a cutesy, silly nickname for someone like Val.

"Anyways, we don't have a lot of time. So, let's finish this quick. For all our sakes." He continues, taking Val's tablet. "Since you humans are so stubborn about you identities--despite the fact, you'll all foget this anyways--how about this? The females can hear one anothers' answer, but can't hear the males'. And, vice verse." P.K suggests. Berserk taps her chin. "Basically, I can hear my sisters' answer and they can hear mine; but I can't hear what the boys say. Similarly, they can hear each others' reply; but not ours?" The redhead sums it all up--into an equally long sentence. The cloaked boy nods.

He snaps his fingers and the boys all flinch. "Okay. Say your crushes. Go!" P.K orders. "Dexter and Blake!" Berserk chirps, gleefully. Her sisters look at her mildly surprised. "Moving on!" The cloaked male waves his hand, not wanting to stray off topic. "...Shirou Aoki." Brat mumbles. Her eldest sister couldn't help the large grin that forms on her lips. "Heh, knew it." The redhead laughs. Brat pouts. "Shut up...!" She huffs, cheeks red. "No one, as of late." Brute says firmly. P.K looks at her intrigued, but says nothing. He snaps his fingers. Suddenly, the girls felt like a bell was constantly ringging in their ears. Was this was the boys heard? The ringging wasn't really painful, more to annoying really. But, it's not like there's anything they can do about it.

"Your turn, boys." P.K points to the brothers. With flushed cheeks, Blake replies nervously. "M-Moriko Tsu-Tsumiakadsu." He answers, nervous but firm. "Uhh, no one...at least, not anymore..." Breaker whispers, in the most quiet voice he could muster. The two older brothers stare at the ravenette, as his voice was too tiny to be audible; but, apparently, P.K heard him just fine. "Brat." Bash says blankly. Blake and Berserk turn to face the blonde, astonished. The second brother simply shrugs. P.K claps his hand twice. The girls can now here. "Okay! Done--literally just one question card..." The cloaked male groans, disappointment lacing his voice. He says something in an odd language and the black screen appears--along with the white card with questions.

"If I was a boy, I'd model all my male clothes designs." Brat answers. "I'd go fight someone." Brute answers. "As a girl, people would underestimate my abilities and strength." She continues. "I'd probably just gossip with some of the girls." Bash shrugs. "I-I'd want to tr-try dressing up l-like a doll." Breaker says meekly. 'Even as a boy, you could still dress as a doll--a girl doll even. I mean, you kinda do look like a girl.' Bash thought to himself. "Uh, I don't really know. Guess I'll just act as usual?" Blake scratches the back of his neck, smilling crookedly. "Hmm, I would go to the boys' locker room--let me finish!" Berserk adds quickly, noticing the horrified looks on everyone--the boys espeacially.

"I'd go, and put ink traps in all the peeping-toms' lockers. Oh, and I'll add a little note that says; 'Dear pervert, congratulations! You have been promoted to, Sir Smurf of the Covet of Pervs.' And I'll draw a stickman saluting them." She explains her plan. "You know--if you were a boy,that is--I can actually imagine you doing exactly that." Brat snickers. "That'll teach 'em." Brute smirks. The boys simply kept quiet.
"For the second question" Blake pipes up. "I guess, the fact that I still watch cartoons? And I mean, I only watch cartoons--sometimes anime." The redhead shrugs. "I...am not a big fan of vegies. I eat them, doesn't mean I like it." Bash mumbles. "My r-room is filled with d-dolls and st-stuffed animals...and I can't sleep without a night-light" Breaker sheepishly admits, the last part not much louder than a whisper.

"I like to play prete--I mean, roleplay!" Brat states. "I like...making flower crowns..." Brute mutters lowly. "Hehe, the most childish thing that I'm still doing is by being myself!" Berserk chirps, giggling. It was true. The redhead had a childish demeanor; not that she's ashamed by it. "Oh, and obviously the game show thing, it depends on what the theme is; ultimately, I'll go with one of my sisters." She smiles. Both of the girl's sisters nod. "The same goes for us." Brat says, a small smile on her lips. "I'm guessing you guys are the same? You'd go with your brothers?" P.K inquires. The eldest and youngest nod firmly--Bash thins his lips, and looks away.

"For the second to last question, Brat just did a few days ago. Brute unintentionally did on the same day. And me...I honestly don't remember." Berserk says, shrugging. Her sisters stare at her, almost angrily. "I just realized something! How come we're all buddy-buddy now?" Blake pipes up suddenly. P.K sighs. "It's my powers. I can influence emotions--usually negative ones. I dampen all of your hostility and anger. So, hurry up and answer these questions!" The boy explains curtly, impatient. "U-usually it's m-me who's c-crying..." Breaker stutters. "A few days ago..." The older brothers answer, in unison. "Next one!" P.K chirps.

"For us, we'd probably change our names." Brute says blankly. "?" Bash raise a brow. His counterpart sighs. "She meant, we'd dampen Brute's ruthlessness, my... bratness and Berserk's wacky tendecies." Brat elaborates. "So, and I'm just guessing here; you'd all dampen Breaker's timidness, Blake's temperament and Bash's arrogance?" P.K asks, tapping his finger on the tablet. The brothers stare at him, shocked; one, because he was admitely correct, and second, because he actually use their names. "H-how'd you--" Before Blake could finish, the cloaked figure raise his hand. "I can read minds." He answers simply. The humans look at him, mildly alarmed. "Now, human females. The last one?" P.K ignores the looks entirely.

"Uh, I just wanted to be villain cause both my sister wanted to...I didn't want to be left out." Brat says, whispering the last part. "I became a villain cause Berserk did." Brute shrugs. Everyone turns to look at Berserk, who just smiles. "Oh, me? I'm just a villain for fun." She answers primly. 'Why does that sound...familiar?' Blake thought. P.K doesn't say anything, he just snaps his fingers. The previous question disappear, and new ones began to appear.

"Okay, sisters. You're up." P.K says, pointing to the Punks. "Well, the first and second question are practically the same. So, I'll just answer them as a whole." Berserk states. "I think overall they're fun to tease. I like teasing Mr. Hothead the most." She chuckles, to which the brothers fume at her--not that she cares. "Overall, I think they're annoying/irritating and weak." Brat and Brute answers, respectively. "But, it does want a specific about Breaker. Well, I think he looks and acts like a little kid." Berserk adds. Said ravenette looks unsure whether the redhead was mocking him or not. "I think he's like a mouse." Brute shrugs. "Huh, I think he's too shy." Brat point out.

"Alright, your turn, grumpy-girl!" P.K singsongs, pointing to Brute. The ravennette glares at him, but the cloaked figure just waits for an answer. "She's crazy and he's irritating." The girl spat dryly. "But...one of them is more endearing." She continues, looking away. Causing Berserk to grin broadly. "Okay, you won't 'chill and hangout' cause that's just a waste of time. And, the apology is unnecessary." P.K states. Brat looks at the male, puzzled. "When you go back, it'll be like you never apologize. So, doing it now, is just a waste of breath." The male says dryly. Everyone noticed how P.K seems to get less and less cheery, and more annoyed even cynical. So, they decide just to go with it; cause they don't want to see or witness an angry P.K.

"Alright." Brat nods. She hugs her sisters, then--against her better judgement--hesitantly hugs the brothers, for no longer than a second. "Eww!" She rubs her arms, disgusted. "I can cut off your arms if you're so disgusted by them." P.K quips. Brat casts him an annoyed look. "Seriously?" She raises a brow. The male lets out a dry, bark-like laugh. Then, he goes deadly serious. "Wanna find out?" His voice all but menacing. The blonde girl gulps before shaking her quickly. Berserk--who was sitting closest to him--could've sworn she heard him mutter, "How disappointing..."

"You're up, Meeky-Mouse." The male points to Breaker. The male flinches and looks at the screen, before nodding. He hugs his brothers tightly, giving them each a kiss on the cheek--to which the brothers couldn't help but laugh. That was fine, but...
He turns to face the girls. With an audible gulp, the boy shuffles to stand in front of the sisters. Quickly hugging them with no fanfare. Breaker hurriedly sits down. "Oi, Blond Boy!" P.K calls out. Bash raises his head, he couldn't help the growl that escapes his lips due to the name. He looks at the screen, finding his dare. When he did, he grins. P.K snaps his fingers and suddenly Bash felt odd. "Just clap your hands and imagine what you want to happen." P.K explains.

Bash did as told. As soon as he did, a water bucket appeared above both Brat's and Blake's head. "Don't you dare..." His counterpart threatens. Bash just claps once again, causing the water to drench the two people. They were throughly soaked. Blake grabs the blonde male by the collar. "Oi! What was that for?!" He glowers, angrily. His brother raises his hands in defense. "Just doing the dare." He shrugs, but the obvious smirk on his face proved that he enjoyed it more than he should. "Hey, Meeky-Boy!" P.K calls out suddenly. Breaker quickly looks at him. "Y-yes?" The boy mumbles. "You won't be able to do the last dare. I checked. That human is in intensive care, and his soul is absent; so, unless you wanna hug a souless human, I suggest we continue." P.K explains.

"Wait. Can we ask you something?" The cloaked boy looks up. "Sure, make it quick." He replies curtly. "Is...Hiroto okay?" P.K raises a brow at the question. "Well, he isn't in in any mortal peril." The short male answers. Everyone sighs in relief. "For now, at least." The cloaked male adds. "Anyways, moving on." P.K claps his hands once more. Just like before, the previous white card disappears; only to be replaced by another one.

"This one, I'm assuming is not directed to all of you. So, everyone will receive one dare." P.K states, scanning through the questions. "Actually, the first and second questions will be denied. Simply because I have no intrest nor intention of looking through you mortals' phones." He adds, sighing. He snaps his fingers, and three ice cubes appears in both Berserk's and Blake's palms. The redheads shrug, before shoving them in their mouths. "Now, one of you, make them angry so the ice will melt faster." The masked male instructs. Brat turns to look at Blake. "You're a stupid, weak idiot. You can't even compare to us!" The blonde remarks.

Blake glares at the girl angrily. He opens his mouth to retort, but suddenly--instead of words--steam comes out of his mouth. "Wow, the ice melted and evaporated into steam!" P.K marvels, the cheery tone returning. "Intresting..." Brute observes the redhead closely. "W-wait! Wh-what a--" Breaker squeks. Then, everyone heard a crunching noise. They all spin to look at Berserk--only to find the redhead happily crunching the cubes. "You're not supposed to--" Bash starts, before being intrupted. "You know what? Let's just proceed." P.K waves his hand dismissively. "But, we haven't finished!" Blake says. With a sigh, the cloaked male shakes his head.

"Any of you willing to smile like chesire for 2 minutes? Or maybe, act like the person on your right for a whole 10 minutes?" P.K inquires. Everyone goes quiet--well, almost everyone. Berserk laughs out loud. "You are excluded." The male says quickly. "What? Why?!" She gasps. "Because I know for a fact--if given the chance--you'd smile for a whole day straight." The male deadpans. Berserk opens her mouth, then closes it. "Touche." She grins ruefully.

"So, everyone can answer just one of the questions." P.K says, scrolling through the tablet. "I'll answer the first one." Brat voices out. "No, I'll decide who answers what." The cloaked male interjects. "No way are--" Brute and Bash start to protest, but were silence by P.K.
"Who are you to defy me? I am far older, stronger and superior to all of you. I could kill all of you in a mere moment...it wouldn't be difficult." The male states icily. "The only reason I don't, is because Young Master specifically told me not to kill you..." He continues. "But The Princess never said I couldn't hurt you...so, watch your toungues, mortal. Before I cut it out." He says, deadly serious.

Suddenly, a hand gently gripped P.K's shoulder. "You're so loud..." Val quips, his voice...different. The younger scoffs. "Heh, whatever." The male looks away. Val turns to face everyone. "Did my brother tell you all about how he can dampen negative emotions?" The taller one inquires. The humans all nod. "Well, there is no such thing as a perfect spell, or one that has no effect(s) on the user. A 'safe' spell is rather rare. Anyways, in exchange for decreasing the negative emotion of the people around them, the user's own negative emotions will increase." Val explains. "So, instead of us getting angry, annoyed or impatient..." Bash starts. "P.K is the one affected..." Brute concludes. "Sorry..." Breaker mumbles softly, his eyes filled with sympathy for the masked male.

"Don't worry. He just needs to let off some steam--or, in this case, smoke." Val waves off the humans' worry. He looks at his brother, then they start to converse in their mother toungue. P.K sighs, and looks away. After seemingly performed a spell, he adjusts his mask; not enough to see any of his features, but just enough to open his mouth. Suddenly, thick black smoke emerges from the male's mouth--mixed with dark green, pink, purple and blue hues. "What?!" Blake exclaims in utter shock. "You humans have lots of negative emotions..." Val says casually, as he watches the smoke rise and disappear into the empty abyss. The male points to the smoke. "That's what negative emotions look like...if they could be physically seen. Usually, they are invisible--even to us. But, my brother absorbed too much; that it became so dense and thick, it materialize into actual matter." Val continues to explain.

After a while, the smoke stops. P.K closes his mouth with a quick snap of his jaw and readjusts his mask. "You guys... are complicated." Brat points out. The brothers shrug. "Heh, isn't everyone complicated?" P.K chuckles, his voice once again bubbly and cheery. "Well, glad you're back to normal." Val says. He claps his hands once to gain everyone attention. "Alright, let's continue." The male says, his voice no longer a void of emotion--in fact, he almost sounds...happy?
"If you don't mind, humans, can I please decide who answers which? Please?" The younger of the duo pleads. "Sure!" Berserk was the first to reply. "Yay~" P.K claps his hands excitedly. "You, Shy-shi! The second one." The male chirps, pointing towards to a certain ravenette. Breaker flinches, then his eyes nervously trails up the screen to see the question. His eyes widen.

"Umm, I said to someone I really...care about, that they were heartless, and that..." The male trails off. The rest looks at the small boy, surprised. "I'll be honest; I didn't think you were even physically capeable of being mean!" P.K admits, astonishment evident in his tone. Breaker looks away, ashamed. "Well, apparently he can. Anyways, the 5th question...you!" Val says, pointing to Brat. The female looks up. The blonde looks at the screen and scowls. "Hmph!" She huffs angrily. "Well, I'm jealous of quite a few people...but, mostly I'm envious of my sisters." She admits quietly.

Berserk grins while Brute smirks, both in amusement. "I'm sorry, what was that? Could you please repeat it?" The redhead coos, her grin becoming bigger.
"Oh, you heard me perfectly well!" Brat hisses. Brute chuckles. "Actually, I couldn't hear it either. Mind repeating it?" The ravenette asks, turning to her younger sister. "Not you too..." The blonde whines. The two older sisters laugh. Berserk drapes her arm over the youngest's shoulder. "Aww, we're just messing with you, sis!" The redhead cackles. The blonde female pouts. "No kiddin', sherlock." She grumbles.

Breaker smiles. The sisters may be villains, but they had a great relationship--as far as the boy is concern. Of course, when they do fight--it happen once, they were arguing about what type of dessert they should buy at Secret Recipe mid-fight--Berserk simply said; "We will discuss this later, my sisters." She announced grandly. Then, they proceeded to quickly defeat the Rights. One thing the brothers notice is this: they don't let their personal feelings get in the way of doing something. Knowing Brat's temperament, they were surprised to witness the blonde completely ignoring her feelings; rather fighting Bash as if she wasn't arguing with her sisters. (That said, the brothers aren't sure what kind of dessert the sisters end up buying.)

"Aww, you humans are cute~" P.K singsongs, grinning--they assume. "Well, 6th question will be rejected; for the same reasons as before. Besides, aren't apologies suppossed to be during the right time? And this, isn't the right time." The male giggles. "Which one of you humans would like to answer the first one?" Val inquires, not wanting to dwaddle. "Me." Brute raises her hand. The two brothers nod for her to continue. "Can you make them deaf?" She asks bluntly, pointing to the Rights. P.K says nothing, but snaps his fingers. "Done~" He chirps. Brute nods in gratitude. "I don't like Lessluvs." She sanswers dryly. "She's too...nice. It sickens me." The ravennate adds, shuddering.

"I had pressumed 'nice' was a positive descryption of human behaviour." Val says, puzzled. "Heh, is she those type of humans? Uh, what was the term? Oh, yeah! 'Faker'! Is that was she is? A faker?" P.K questions, intrested. Surprisingly it was Brat who answers. "No...and yes." She replies lowly. The cloaked brothers stare at each other, then shrug. Choosing not to push the issue, the younger one snaps his fingers. The Rights sense of hearing restored. "Alright, 3rd one." Val proclaims, waiting for a volunteer. "Ooh~ What about male ponytail?" P.K tilts his head. Blake's head shot up. Bash is the only Right with short hair; both the redhead and Breaker keeps long hair--and ties it into low ponytails. But, the ravennete already answered a question; so, P.K must be refering to Blake, right?

"Oi, human! You alright?" The masked boy shouts. "I think he's confused about which human you were referring to." Val explains to his brother. Then, the taller male turns to look at the humans. "To decrease your confusion, my brother is referring to the human with a hat." The taller male adds. Everyone spins to look at Blake. Now, there's no denying it; since, he's the only one with a hat.
'I don't which is worse...male ponytail, or human with a hat.' The redhead laments at the nicknames.

"Um, third one...right?" He says nervously, scrathing the back of his neck. The cloaked brothers simply nod. "Does having a lifeguard doing CPR on you, count as a kiss?" He asks, blushing. Bash places a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. "Hahaha!" P.K starts laughing, then he stops abruptly. "Wait, I wonder, why do humans need to kiss each other to regulate breathing? Don't humans inhale mainly Oxigen, but exhale mostly Carbon Dioxide? So, what's the point of CPR?" The shorter male tilts his head in confusion. "It's because--" Bash starts, but stops himself when Val raises his hand.
He hits his brother on the head with his tablet--but not as hard as before. "Don't ask unnecessary questions." He commands. P.K rubs his head, looking at his cloaked brother. "Well, you're in a good mood!" The masked boy quips. The Punks and Rights aren't sure if P.K is being sarcastic or not.

"Anyways, I assume that means the 3rd question is answered. Now the last question..." Val says, jotting something down. P.K claps his hands excitedly. "...Is for the one girl who hasn't answer any question on this card yet. Which is..." The masked male trails off. "Me!" Berserk chirps enthusiastically. "So, last question..." The redhead hums, staring at the question. "Okay, I'll start with negatives. And, I'll make it short and sweet~" She grins. The redhead points to her blonde sister. Her eyes suddenly steely.

"Negative: you don't like to apologize--even if you were the one who was wrong and you're narcissistic. You want to be the center of attention, and you often judge people by their appearance and status. You are judgemental; this in turn causes you to underestimate people. You're also shallow and narrow-minded." She says, dryly. Brat bites her lips and looks down. Paying no attention to the blonde's reaction, Berserk turns to Brute.

"Negative: you are ruthless. You have no qualms whatsoever when it comes to hurting others. You come off as a cruel, heartless Brute--pun intended. You're hostile to strangers, and you are not a fan of trying new things. You also have a tendency to hold grudges for too long." The redhead points out. Brute grinds her teeth as she looks away. She doesn't deny the statement, just clenches her fist.

The brothers couldn't help but to feel sorry as they hear Berserk's hurtful, but also truthful words. "Now, you." Berserk proclaims, pointing to her counterpart. The male flinches. "A-alright!" He gulps nervously. The redheaded female quirks any eyebrow, then smirks. Then her expression turns serious.

"Negative: you are too short-tempered. You like to charge head-on into battles with no plan whatsoever. Btws, you should control your temper. Since your emotions can influence your flames, try to control them. If not, you might end up doing more damage than help." She advises. Blake takes a deep breath. Berserk doesn't spare him a second glance, her gaze shifting to the blonde Right.

"Negative: you are egotistic. But you also no motivation. That's lame. You overthink, and often assume you're intial plan will work. In other words, you're overconfident. You also don't really care about the netizens--aka, the people you're supposed to protect." She says coldly. Bash swallows thickly. He never realized how...awful he was. The redhead then looks at her last target. The male flinches, and whimpers at the frightening eyes.

"Negative: you are too timid, and too dependent on others. You don't take initiative. You rather sit on the side-lines. Of course, being a pacifist is not really a bad thing. But, you aren't even willing to hurt others at all, even a mere scrath! You let us bully you, as if you have no worth. I don't think it should even be called 'humility', I think it's more accurate to call it 'self-doubt'." She scolds. Breaker hides his face, as tears threaten to fall.

"Wooow~ If that's your 'short and sweet' version, I don't wanna hear your 'long and bitter' version." P.K remarks. Berserk shrugs. If they couldn't handle the truth, then so be it. "Well, now the positives." Val adds. "Oh, okay!" Berserk chirps, her eyes shinning. She turns to face the male ravennette. Slowly, Breaker looks up. The redhead's eyes soften, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Positive: you are unmeasureably kind. You always try to avoid violance. Although it doesn't often work, you do show a lot of effort. You try minimalize casualities, whether it's to your team, the civilians, or even us. Despite what we've done, you don't hate or hold a grudge against us. You are loyal, kind and sweet. Keep being yourself." Berserk chuckles. Breaker's eyes widen, before he gave a shy smile. "A-arigato." He mutters softly. The redhead nods. She turns to look at the blonde male.

"Positive: you are incredibly smart. Your plans are actually great, but remember, you're not fighting idiots. We can counter-attack. So, let go of your ego. Think of a back-up plan. To you, your plans might seem perfect; but, there's no certainty that your plan would go exactly as you want it to. So get off your high horse, and see the world for what it is. You're a smart kid, just gotta be more...humble." She smirks. Her statement purely to encourage Bash. The blonde pouts, looking away. "Whatever." He mumbles. But, the girl could see the hint of a smile tugging on the male's face. With the same gentle smile, Berserk turns to her counterpart.

"Positive: you are determined. You don't let anyone get in your way. You have a passion for justice, and you aren't afraid to voice your ideals. But, you also try to avoid getting others hurt. You care more about your brothers than yourself. You are protective of them--which is understandable--and love them. You are strong, physically. Now, all you gotta be is, strong mentally and emotionally." Berserk smiles. Blake takes a deep breath, and exhales. He looks at his conterpart with a confident grin. "Got it!" He exclaims. The redhead nods, then looks at her ravenette sister.

"Positive: you are strong, inwards and outwards. You don't let anyone mess with you, or us. You aren't afraid to challange others, or to defend youself or us. You are confident, beautiful and strong. But, underneath your also kind and thoughtful." She pauses, laughing at the disbelieving looks thrown her way. "You are the perfect example of, 'Actions speak louder than words'. You don't like talking, that's a given but you show that you care about others--simply by doing the small things. In fact, I don't think even you notice." Berserk giggles, shaking her head in amusement. Brute looks down, a red tint on her cheeks; but a small smile on her lips. Finally, the redhead turn to her blonde sister.

"Positive: you are beautiful. You don't really open up to others. But to the few people who know you, you are very generous. Oh, you are also very stylish! If someone asks for help, you might not help them; but if it was fashion-related, you'd do it in a heartbeat--not without complaining though. Oh, and you are bit of a tsundere." Once again, Berserk pauses to chuckle. Brat huffs, blushing. "Anyways, you are also a big dreamer, and believer. You are determined to accomplish your goals. But you also know when to step back, and relax. Honestly, you are one of the most gorgeous girls I have met--in appearance. So, let's work to make you beautiful, outwards and inwards." The redhead continues. Brat flushes even more.

"Aww~ how cute!" P.K coos. Val ticks something on his tablet, with a satisfied nod. "Finished." He announces. Suddenly, they heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Huh, just finishing? You boys sure have taken a long time to finish such a minimal task." The voice chides the brothers. The voice was as melodious as Berserk's and Brat's, but soft and gentle like Breaker's.

When everyone turns to look at the source, the humans gasp in awe. The person was a petite girl with long silky black locks, with a big red bow on her head. She wore a frilly red and white dress, adorned with small ribbons(even the bow in her hair was frilly). She had snow white skin, and sparkling ruby red eyes. She resembles a living porcelein doll. She looks young, but at the same time mature.

"Oh, look! It's Lady Doll-face!" P.K proclaims theatrically. The girl narrows her innocent-looking eyes, ever so slightly. "What are you doing here, Lady Doe?" Val inquires. "To see your progress. Now, send these poor humans back to their realm." The gi--Lady Doe, commands. P.K leans his head towards the humans, pretending to whisper. "Be careful, she's a snake!" He chuckles. Brat shoots him an angry glare. "Hey! It's rude to call someone that!" She barks. Lady Doe's large eyes widen. A blush stains her cheeks. "Umm, thank you for that." She nod her head.

"Aren't you here to send them back, Sir Suzie?" Val inquires, a hint of teasing in his voice. The humans look at the three confused. Apparently, Suzie/Doe was similiar to The Princess/Young Master. As both of them are referred to in male and female terms. The doll-like person nods frantically, and chants a spell. A giant black portal opens up. "You may return to your time and dimension now," They announce. "Uuh, wait!" Blake blurts out. The girl/boy turns to look at the humans. "Who are you? And, what gender are you?" Bash asks bluntly.

Surprisingly, she/he doesn't answer. "That is irrelevant." Val points out. "All we can say is, Suzie Doe is the Princess' apprentice. And she is a he." P.K explains, before his brother elbows him. The humans look at the 'boy', surprised. "I am using Transformation magic to alter my appearance." Suzie points to himself. "But, just like Young Master, I do not mind whether you refer to me as a male or female. But in others presence, please refer to me as female; so my identity will remain intact." He shrugs.

Out of curiousity, Berserk questions, "So, what do you really look like?" Suzie closes his eyes. "I am very tall, with black hair and very pale skin." He answers. Though it doesn't give much of an idea of what he really looks like. "Wait, so...Suzie isn't your name?" Breaker asks curiously. "No, it's his nickname. Suzie here, was blessed to be named by the Young Master herself!" P.K explains, but doesn't say the girl's real name. The humans hold their heads. This was all so confusing. "And that's why we don't talk about our realm. It is far more complicated than yours." Val sighs.

"Well, at least you'll forget about it." P.K smiles--they think. "Goodbye." The three of them says in unison as the human disappears into the portal....(because P.K pushes them)
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"Huh, why do you choose to look like a girl?" P.K questions. The boy sighs. "Why do you hide your identity?" Suzie counters. "To protect the ones we love, of course." Val answers. "Exactly." Suzie nods. "So, you love the Princess?" P.K teases. Suzie glowers, face flushed vermilion. Taking a deep breath, he collects himself. "Young Master has another task for you. Report to the castle as soon as possible." He proclaims. The brothers look at each other.
"Understood." Val nods.

"Do you have any idea about what it is?" P.K tilts his head. Suzie shrugs, opening a portal. Just before he goes through he says, "Something about catching a demon."

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DONEEE!

Wow, this took a long time to write. And its way too long, I think.
Sorry about that.

Next chapter will continue where I left off.
Continuing from 'Plans in Action'

Oh, btws, sorry if I offended anyone with the character Suzie Doe. That was not my intention.

And don't worry about remembering these characters. Since technically the 'humans' all forget about them.
Anyways, bye!