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"Thanks." Claer said with a smile. Then she laid back against the tree and relaxed. "Would it be possible to hear something from you? With many minds it must be easy to create a wonderful masterpiece!" She said excitedly.

Limbnauth smiled "Sure. Let me search our subconcious for a moment. In the meantime I believe Saragath could explain a few things for you."

Claer tilted her head softly. "Um.. Ok then." She said and waited for a new voice. In her mind she imagined a science teacher type of fur with black rimmed glasses and straight stature.

"Hello," Came the new voice, it was deep but gentle and sounded very old. "I assume you have many questions about the hivemind. You can ask me anything I will answer to the best of my abilities."

"Well actually I don't have that many. I ask the questions as soon as they come to mind but if I don't ask them straight away I lose them. I would like to know if any of you had a separate body originally." Claer said kind of fast, almost too fast.

"No we never had our own seperate body. But our mind is like a forest, that is the design the majority of us like, and in it we each have our own entity and explore it or whatever we wish to do."

"Awesome! That would be so cool to explore that forest along with you guys." Claer said softly, thinking about it and smiling.

Maxwell smiled softly, seeing that Claer and Limbnauth had begun socialising. He bgan to walk back towards the main center start working again....he wouldn't get his paycheck if he didn't have a certain amount of time logged in with the patients.

Claer saw Maxwell start to walk away and her ears flattened, turned backwards, as she watched him. She had hoped that he would join them and they all start talking. She hated to think about her disorder and how it made her alone.

Maxwell's ears perked up and he looked over his shoulder, he walked back "I'm sorry, I just thought since because you and Limbnauth here were getting along so well, I figured I wasn't needed." he said calmly...he had read her thoughts, which was one of his psionic talents, but not one he excercised frequently.

One of Claer's ears straightened a bit but she was still a bit sad. She folded her knees and hugged them in a tight ball. Then both of her ears lowered again and she hide her face umong her knees. She stayed in the ball, remembering her thoughts and started to wish that she was dead. She often did so, feeling all alone and unwanted.

Limbnauth gained a mischievious smile, "You know it is wrong to encroach upon thoughts." His eyes suddenly clouded over. "I am tired now if you do not mind, I will let one of the other minds take control."

Claer looked up and tilted her head at him. For once she was actually confused at who said what and everything.

OOC: Here goes my first try at 'furry RP'

Character:
Name: Abigail "Abby" Mosely
Age: About 18
Appearance: Abigail, or 'Abby' as she likes to call herself, is an ocelot. She is smaller than most of her feline 'cousins', but otherwise, she looks pretty much the same: black stripes and flecks covering her face and body - both a lighter shade of brown, whilst her forepaws and underbelly are snowy white.
She has a pair of big, deep blue eyes that either look around anxiously, searching for something of interest or are completely fixated on something she deeped interesting.
Personality: Abby is a dreamer, without any doubt and tends to find some sort of hidden beauty in almost everything (or everyone).
Despite (or perhaps, because of) the fact that she is so appreciative of her surroundings, she is seldomly able to keep herself focussed on something very long. As such, she has an alarmingly short attentionspan most of the time.
After all, there is always something else, something far more interesting, just waiting to be discovered, isn't there...?
She is incredibly curious about the world around her and will ask any random person the most silly questions about any given subject once her curiosity is piqued.
Combined with her anemia, this relentless quest for 'the hidden' causes her to tire very quickly though - to the point where she simply collapses.
Reason:
Abigail's almost complete inability to remain focussed on something for very long and the fact that she *completely* forgets about her surroundings once she finds something deemed worthy of her attention.
Furthermore, she suffers from slight amnesia.
Background: Abigail has always been the way she is now: unable to focus her attention for more than an hour - although it did became worse and worse as the years went by. Needless to say, this inability to focus herself has caused numerous dangerous situations.
Abigail forgot that she was cooking, that she should lock the doors as she left the house.
At some point, she even started forgetting to eat and sleep - too obsessed with beautiful butterflies with their intricate colors, flowers and their alluring smells, people with interesting looks or funny habits: whatever happened to cross her path - oh, Abigail collapsed on more than one occasion, simply too exhausted to keep going.
Her desperate familymembers, unable to keep a constant eye out for the energetic girl, decided that it would be best - for everyone involved - to send Abigail to a place where she could be watched 24/7. And so they did.

IC:

Eyes as wings!
Abigail held her breath as she moved her head closer to the flower petal, her eyes gleaming with anticipation whilst she regarded the butterfly in front of her.
The young ocelot had always been fascinated by butterflies. Actually, she was fascinated by most things - animals, plants and people alike! - but butterflies were one of favorite objects of study.
She was intrigued by the fact that the little insect were the result of some miraculously transformation.
One of those bizarre things called 'caterpillars' made itself a cocoon, waited for a long, long time and emerged later as an elegant butterfly.
Abigail was saddened by the fact that she had never seen an actual transformation - or even, a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon for the first time, but one of the doctor's had told her about it, and Abigail knew that one day, she would witness such an event.
"No, not eyes... Not actual eyes," Abigail muttered as she brought her head even closer to the colorful insect. It were drawings of eyes. Paintings, on the wings of the little creature in front of her.
Fascinated, Abby stared at it, barely able to resist touching the butterfly.
She was just pondering whether the butterfly's wings would feel as soft as they looked, when she heard a noise.
Noises, actually.

She looked up, frowning, her eyes anxiously looking for the source of the disturbance.
People.
Her gaze rested upon a pair of furries, not that far from her.
A third one was just walking back towards the pair.
He wore a white coat - so that probably meant that he was a doctor.
Speaking of which...
One of those had accompanied her outside, Abigail remembered, her gaze shifting to her more direct surroundings again.
She was barely able to suppress a scream when she found that one of the white-coats was standing near her, smiling gently at her. How could she have missed that before, Abigail wondered, her brow furrowing again.
She was not sure whether this was a new-white-coat or someone she already knew. She did not remember a name anyway.
Abigail gave the white-coat-near-her a confused look, followed by a forced smile and then turned her gaze back to the pair of people in the distance.
The noise meant they were talking.
The young ocelot wondered about what.
And, almost instinctively, she got upon her feet - having completely forgotten about the butterfly and the doctor near her.
She realized that the man walking back towards the pair had reached them by now and was joining in the conversation.
They were probably talking about something interesting, Abigail nodded, as she started in their direction.
She'd better not miss anything!


Hope you like! 

(Great!)

Claer looked over, ears perking a bit, at the other patient heading towards them. "Bubbles!" She suddenly yelled out and pointed towards Abby. "Bubbles full of rainbows floating into the bright blue sky." She yelled again in a dreamy fashion then rolled onto her back like a playful puppy.

(What's crazy is that I would actually do something exactly like this in real life LMTO!)

"I'm sorry, that was Saragath, he gets tired quickly. This is Istrul by the way."

Claer quickly got up and leaned back against the tree. "Hey Istrul." She replied cheerfully, "Thanks for clearing it up for me. It's like you read my mind." Then she turned her body towards him, wondering about his poetic abilities.

"Empathy actually, my main ability." Istrul said with a cheesy smile. "And as to your earlier question, no words I have in my arsenal compares to the beauty of any words that come from your elegant lips."

Abigail's eyes widened with surprise when one the people suddenly pointed in her direction.
"Bubbles full of rainbows floating in the bright blue sky!"
It took a moment before the ocelot-female realized what the woman had screamed.
Rainbows? Bubbles filled with rainbows..?!
Abigail liked rainbows. Rainbows had a lot of colors and appeared out of nowhere. No, not out of nowhere, she corrected herself. They were the result of some sort of mixture of sun and rain.
One day, Abigail would walk up to one of those rainbows and touch it.
She wondered whether every single color would have a different feeling to it.
And then there were bubbles. Abigail liked bubbles too, bubbles were all bubbly and ...

Suddenly, the girl turned around, her gaze anxiously searching for the aforementioned bubbles-with-rainbows. Because that was why the girl had pointed over there, had she not? To point out the strange bubbles. Abigail's eyes franticly searched her environment, the sky, the grass, even the trees, but she saw no colorful bubbles. Anywhere.
Did she miss them?
Abigail gasped, the very possibility of her missing out on such a wondrous thing making her legs all wobbly.
Perhaps they were gone already...!
The girl turned around again, looking at Claer with big, scared eyes, as if hoping for some sort of indication that the rainbow bubbles were not gone.
When she saw that the girl was no longer pointing in her direction - or even looking at her - Abigail hastily started making her way to them, mumbling something about wanting to catch the rainbow as she scurried towards the trio.

Claer's face turned scarlet and she giggled. She wanted to say something back but she was knocked totally speechless. Soon, however, she heard the footsteps of the other patient trotting towards them. She looked over at Abby.

Maxwell looked at Istrul/Limbnauth and shook his head calmly ...dealing with hive minded patients was always...difficult. Maxwell shrugged and remained nearby, noticing Abby. He had worked with her too...and he payed close attention to her lack of focus, often generating beautiful colors with his psionics to keep her atenntion focused on what he was telling her...sometimes it worked...soimetimes it didn't.

"Rainbows!" Abigail exclaimed once she got over to the woman who had pointed at her earlier - pointedly ignoring everything else. "Where are they? Where..."
The ocelot suddenly stopped, in the middle of her next question and stared at Claer.
Or rather, she stared at Claer's eyes, intrigued by their unusual color.
It reminded Abigail of a pair of flowers she once ran across - they had exactly the same beautiful color. And they smelled delicious. She wondered whether this woman's eyes would smell the same.
Carefully, Abigail inhaled the air, but noticed nothing that reminded her of the violet flowers.
Perhaps she wasn't close enough, the ocelot wondered, carefully regarding Claer.
Perhaps, if she would bow her head just a little bit closer...   

Claer stared right back, leaning in also. "In your eyes.. In your heart.. In your soul.. A rainbow of personalities just waiting to show." She said as just then their heads gently butted. Then she tilted her head and continued to stare.

Abigail deeply inhaled the air as the woman allowed her to lean in closer - her eyes still staring straight into Claers'.
No, not flowers, Abigail decided after tasting the air a couple of times.
But she did not dislike the scent either: the woman's eyes smelled like rainbows. Not exactly like a rainbow of course, because the woman's eyes were clearly not made up of the same colors, but a bit tho.

It was then, that Abigail saw something else. The woman's mouth was moving.
Moving as if she was talking, saying something. Surprised and with effort, Abby tore herself away from the beautiful eyes and focussed upon the movement.

"... In my soul? Rainbows?" Abigail spoke up, after having remained completely silent for a couple of moments. She looked puzzled, her brow furrowing as she looked at the woman in front of her.
How could there be a rainbow within her? There was no sun or rain within her, now was there...
Or wait... The woman had not merely talked about rainbows. She had added something at the last moment. A rainbow of... Rainbows? Bubbles?
For a moment or two, the ocelot simply gazed at the woman that stood so close to her and then shook her head. She did not understand the woman.

But that was fine, Abigail decided after yet another moment - once again inhaling the air.
The woman smelled like a rainbow, in a way, so even though Abigail did not understand what Claer had said about rainbows, she had found a rainbow.
Or at least, something that smelled like one. It didn't look like one though.
Intrigued, Abigail started staring at the woman's eyes again.
"Your eyes smell like rainbows," she said, smiling.

Istrul was enjoying the thrill of the moment. He put his hands behind his head and leaned against the tree. He held out his hand and a tall blade of grass and it flew into his mouth. He chewed on the tip of it for a while.