GR: Favorites ch10Chapter 10: Her Favorite Feeling Standing in that far away place again, staring at the stars that surrounded them, there was a calmness that swept over the three companions. Rex wondered why he hadn't noticed this before, how relaxing this strange dimension could be. He concluded that it probably had something to do with the fact that the last time Breach had brought him here he had been trying to keep her from rupturing the space-time continuum with the contraption that had been strapped up to her chest, while also dealing with a seriously ticked off White Knight. Still, as he watched the two who had arrived before him he couldn't help but feel they were seeing something here that he wasn't. He strained his eyes looking for the fabled stillness that Breach had spoken of but saw only stars. As if reading his mind, Mask suddenly turned to his frustrated friend. &
GR: Favorites ch9Chapter 9: Her Favorite Goodbye It took him a while, but Mask finally apologized and Rex, being the nonchalant guy that he was, simply laughed and assured him that he was used to fighting EVOs with as little or less control than an enraged red-head, not to mention twice the severity. When Mask found himself able to stand again his first concern was to find Breach, convinced that something big was about to happen. He was right. The four-armed girl was waiting for them outside the room and informed them, in her own way, of what was about to happen, "The leaves are red. We should go now." she stated plainly and handed Mask a worn-looking gym bag which he took without question. "We won't be coming back, will we?" he asked and sighed as she shook her head, "I didn't think so. Even this place couldn't stay still forever." he turned to Rex, "Well, ya'
GR: Favorites ch8Chapter 8: Her Favorite Encounter "I won't tell ya' the whole story from start to finish or anything, 'cause that would just get boring. You don't really need to know about my house or my folks accept that apparently my grandpa was some kind of business genius and my family's been loaded ever since he died, and even that's not all that important. I don't remember when I started stealing stuff, only that I couldn't believe how mad my folks got when they found out. It wasn't anything but junk anyway, I don't take stuff 'cause I want it but just so other people can't have it. I don't expect you to get that. Anyway, I've been getting these weird "rage moments" since I was little. My mom got me put on a ton of medication but it didn't help so I got sent away to a boarding school, I don't know what that was supposed to do for me but after I started boxing it wasn't as bad. I coul