"Dammit, what is up with this machine?" Isana's ears picked up another boy's voice, punctuated by the rattling of metal. She approached the scene, pursing her lips slightly as she did so. Another Zassou idiot? No, it wasn't it was- "Hello, teleporter."<br/><br/>The teleporter stepped back, pointing at Isana, "Stop! I see your hand reaching for the nitrogen canister!"<br/><br/>"What? I'm not even reaching for it. You are going to pay for the damage you have done on the machine." Her hands were poised over the cap of the canister, preparing to twist it and release the compressed nitrogen within. It vanished from existance, reappearing in the Teleporter's hand. "Give it back!"<br/><br/>"No, it will prevent you from beating crap out of me!" He turned, teleporting every ten meters or so. Giving her a taunting smile.<br/><br/>"Motherf-" Isana broke into a sprint, and began to take control of the nitrogen molecules in the air.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>#1 watched #3 chase after the boy. My my, she has a foul mouth. He tucked a strand of hair out of his crimson eyes. It was his turn. He climbed the steps, up the stage and to the piano. He paid no heed to the audience, taking his time to prepare. His fingers tensed for a fleeting second and then the began to whip up a furious tune, one which seemed to dance on the edge of insanity. From the touhou project, UN owen was her.<br/><br/>When he finished, he did not bow to the audience, walking off the stage and paying the staff no attention.