✍️ Write based on the line prompt above

          On the first visit of his own eldest brother to the fleet where he reigned over, Varyag certainly didn't expect to be in the situation he was right now. Sitting on the sofa in the reception room and lazily watched Slava went absolutely crazy with cleaning the room as if this was the HQ of the Black Sea Fleet and the younger Atlant was the one visiting the first Atlant, not the other way round.

          Of course, it wasn't like he was unaware of Moskva's 'neat freak' tendency, but apparently he had underestimated the Black Sea Fleet's flagship. Even as he believed that days spent by coercing his subordinates to clean their HQ building the best they could should have been sufficient, nope, Slava was still able to find fault on the level of cleanliness and now got down to deal with the 'filth' Varyag simply couldn't detect with his bare eyes. Was his oldest brother shitting him or what? On the other hand, it was a bless that Pyotr Velikiy, the other flagship from the Northern Fleet, opted for a tour around Vladivostok led by his Fregat subordinates. It would be  totally embarrassing for Petya to witness such situation...

          "Slava..." His hoarse voice raised over the noise of operating vacuum cleaner, "When will you stop? This is insane."

          "Well, sorry you're stuck with your insane oldest brother anyway, Roska. Ugh...I'm so disappointed in you. The state of this room is embarrassing," such accusation brought a frown to the younger flagship's face. "You have already made an embarrassment out of me the same way anyway, dear brother."

          A small smile graced the first android of the project 1164 Atlant's face, a genuine one unlike the 'facade' he often put up. He continued to clean the reception room and mused aloud, "I wonder how Stasik would feel right now? You think he's going to whine and moan when we have a skype session with him?"

          "Haha..." That wasn't quite a laugh actually, as Varyag's frown deepened, "he can cry all he wants and I won't care. Serve him right for being super happy to leave our...home...for Severomorsk in the 80's."

          "Man, you're harsh...poor Stasik." In contrary, even though he displayed his sympathy for his first younger brother, Slava's voice was still laced with amusement. The verbal quarrel between his two younger brothers always entertained him greatly.

"It feels as if I get punched in the face."

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"Of all the paths you could have taken, this is what you chose." 

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"It's like you haven't aged a day from when we last met!"

Bump! Also whoops I should really get around finishing that claim - it's been hectic lately 

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"Hurry! The Heavenly Lord's army is coming, we need to prepare... Hell's Madonna is giving birth right now... Oh, what do we do?"

"Could you stop doing that??"

"Could you stop doing that?"

Wright's head quickly snapped up from his idle doodling. He looked up at Beckett who had paused his origami folding. The young man's paper cape covered most of Wright's view of him, and then Wright realized what he'd been doodling on. The bottom part of Beckett's cape was now marred with red crayon doodles of ghosts, flowers, stars and small, nondescript animals. He looked towards the small piles of paper set to the side.

"Whoops, I guess I didn't realize I ran out of paper..." Wright said, chuckling nervously. Beckett stood up from his chair and whipped around to grab the bottom part of the cape.

"You drew on my cape?! I thought you were only tugging on it!" Beckett exclaimed, not even attempting to hide his distress. Wright flinched slightly, guilt making his stomach uneasy. He paused and sighed, regaining composure. "You need to be more careful."

"Sorry..." Wright mumbled. Beckett dropped his cape and flicked his hand, and suddenly the wax from the crayon was sliding off the cape and onto the floor in a mess of red shavings as Beckett sat down to return to his origami.

"It's alright, Wright, but just... Please be more careful next time." Beckett sighed. And as Beckett finished up another star, Wright began to set his sights on 'redecorating' the walls.

"Put that down, you'll have someone's eye out with it! No, not that, that!"

"Put that down, you'll have someone's eye out with it! No, not that, that!"

Dylan looked down at the two objects he was holding. One was a sort of wooden object, wherein it could create shapes and writing when pushed against a surface. The other object was a sort of silver thing. He found it in Bren’s pantry with other objects similar to it. It was quite shiny, and looked like a tiny sword. Looking at the two objects further, Dylan actually no clue which one to put down, leading hi, to look dumbfounded at an angry looking Bren.

“ ahh, wh-which one should I put down “ Dylan asked again, in a soft voice, slightly scared at being yelled at by Bren.

Bren sighed in frustration, and used his fingers to massage his forehead. Looking back up at Dylan he said “ The knife, obviously. Cause with how your using it, could hurt someone else, “

“ Th-this one? “ Dylan asked with a small and shakey voice. “ YES, of course that onee “ burst out Bren, later realizing his mistake, biting his lips. He looked down and nodded his head. Taking in a deep breath he then said “ ye-yea that one...”

The change in tone, helped calm Dylan nerves. He nodded his head and place down the knife on the nearby coffee table, and went back to sitting cross legged on the couch, moving on the tamper with the pencil. Bren looked back up Its also kind of shar- “

“ I’m not that stupid to know how sharp objects work thank you very much “ retorted Dylan in a sudden change of mood. This surprised Bren, and left him in slight shook. “ I-I don’t mean it that way, I-I meant that maybe... ahhh...” he sighs in defeat “ Ok.., fine... sorry... didn’t mean to make it sound like I was calling you stupid..” hu himg his head and looked away from Dylan.

Dylan rubbed the back of his head, flustered from his recent outburst. Decorating his place freckled face with a hints of red tint. “ I-I ahh, it’s ok.. “ he said, “ I kniw y-you guys are trying to look after me and all, consi-sidering it’s my f-first time up here in the human w-world. But I.... I would appreciate it if y-you had more trust in me. I’m not some kid you need to constantly look after... b-but I guess my curiosity does get the better of me sometimes, and I can be klutzy, a-and clumsy, and cause trouble and then cause more trouble and the- “

“ Stop “ Bren said, as he tapped his fingers on the coffee table, letting the gears in his head turn as he thought of what to say. “ I guess..l y-your right to some extent... “ looking back up at Dylan, olive eyes meeting blue he said, “ Your not a kid. And your not stupid. And maybe, I should get checked for my quick temperment, but ahh the point is that... yea... I should trust you with yourself more often... if you could promise me to be more careful... the night I guess that would put me more at ease at least... “

Dylan looked at him with sparks in his eyes . He smiled “ Y-yes, of course! I-I’ll be more carful. “ he brought his hand to his forehead in a salute “ You can count on it... also.. thanks for the concern Bren “

Flustered, Bren turned away, “ I-I’m just concerned cause you’re our guest here.. and my master would totally have my head isn’t I wasn’t looking after you “ he exclaimed out, hunching into flustered ball of a human being. “ Haha, ok ok. You say sooo, “ laughed Dylan “ Awww but cmon, you know you love me AHAHAH. “

“ Shut up ya fish, of I might just fry you for dinner “ said Bren as he went back knto his pile of books looking vigorously for the page he left off at. Smiling Dylan then stood up to look for his new play thing, and to try not to break anything in the process.

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“ We aren’t lost! According to this map we’re right... right.... ahhh... oh dear.. “

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"What do you mean you don't know?"

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"Hey, uh, guys? You need to see this."

"Hey, uh, guys? You need to see this." Hiking could be described as a bizarre past time for a group of teenagers with brightly dyed hair and leather jackets on their shoulders. Disregarding their style of dress, the seven teens belonged in the forest, it was a place of familiarity. The peaceful sounds of nature with their idle chatter about whatever fleeting topic they came by. Carson listens half-heartedly to the conversations around him and the small sounds of the forest. He pauses mid-step, closing his eyes, the six other footsteps around him stopping. He smiles slightly, hearing Jade fidget with her metallic necklace with her ringed fingers. Birds singsonged in the trees, squirrels chirp and chatter, navigating through the half-melted snow to find their buried nuts. In a moment, the forest goes silent, bloody screaming heard in the distance. Carson opens his eyes, holding his breath as he walks off the trail. "Uh, Carson," Jade asks, clutching a fist around her necklace. "Heard somethin'." Carson mumbles as he picks up a long stick, pushing away a bush of nettle. Quickly leaving the trail behind, Jade following behind him. As Carson weaves through the trees, he counts the nettle bushes around him. One, two, three, four, five-eight. Bile stops in his throat at the sight before him. Carson leans onto the tree next to him as he covers his mouth. Jade steps up from behind him "Hey, Carson, why'd you..." She trails off, eyes wide at the sight. A bloody, green clothed child stared at the two. Panting for air as they hold their arm, where a massive gash tore through their worn sweater. The child favored one leg, as the other held an injury that pierced through what had to be muscle. Their feet caked with dirt and blood. They limped backward, eyeing the two punks wearily. "No-no." Stammers Jade, holding up her hands openly. The child falls backward, a choking sob erupting from their throat. Carson began to hear the bloody screaming again, it surrounded them. As if the screamers were closing in on them. Jade calls back to the trail "Hey, uh, guys? You need to see this."

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"Don't freak, It's in their nature. You can't blame them."

Pep had been chased through the alleyways and narrow footpaths, and now she had hit a dead end.  The dogs reared up at her, ripping her dress and knocking her to the ground. Struggling to breathe, she let out one last cry as her glasses cracked and vision blurred.

Juno had had a frustrating day at training, never really mastering the correct moves. Shaking her out of her self-hatred, a familiar scream echoed down one of the most feared alleyways. Instinctively, she pulled out her whip and started running.

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Pep finally came to her senses as Juno lashed away the last few dogs. Her eyes prickled with tears. What had she gotten herself into?

The small harpy snapped into focus hearing the whine of the dogs. She couldn't help but feel incredibly sorry for them, even though moments earlier, she had been scheduled for their lunch.

She intervened abruptly, anxiously wiping away blood and straightening her shattered glasses.

"D-don't freak, It's in their nature. You can't blame them."

 Juno barely looked up, rage dancing in her eyes. However, she slowly put away her whip.

"Those street mutts don't deserve your kindness, they tore you apart for God's sake. You now probably have over a million diseases thanks to them." Juno roughly grabbed Pep's arm and marched to the main road, down to the clinic. 

"And you should know better than to walk into old PJs's maze. You're lucky you only met his dogs."

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"Heeey...stop getting in my way!"