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Atamagaitai... Sore ga akka shi tsudzukete.

[ He doesn't sound so well, a little hoarse and tired and not his usual smug annoying wat. In fact, it sounds like he is working his way into a full-out sulk. Which usually involves a lot of people getting hurt in creative ways but he doesn't feel up to it. So instead, he will ramble about a few things on his mind. ]

How many secrets are hidden in this place? How many do you think that they will let us find? Their past, their records are incomplete - books with torn pages and blackened names, pieces never fully recovered in the centuries that they have been here.

What of us then? How many of us hide behind masks? How many do not tell truths and how many are not what they may seem to be. [ A brief bit of laughter, ended with a a slight intake of air and a quiet '...shit'. ] The Initiative saw something in each of us that they may put to use. I think that we may need to be open of what that something is.

Or at least learn how to act coherently together. It is always easier to pick off a group that does not work together or so I would believe from various media. Think on that as well.

[ooc; Fail!translation is 'my head hurts... it keeps getting worse'.]

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[shrug] I'm afraid no-one's what they seem. Everyone wears some kind of a mask, it's how people deal with other people, even telepaths. But you're right--I think the Initiative did choose us for a reason.

The problem is that few actually accept the idea. Many times I have heard that they are nothing more then students or simple salary people. There has to be something more.

[pauses, thinking] It could be something they used to be, that they're still hanging on to. Humans cling to the routine, the normal, the everyday, and quickly lose their sense of self when that everyday is uprooted and they become something more than a student or an office worker or a teacher.