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[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

A little girl sat in the foetal position on the floor of a white room of indeterminable space. She had light grey fur and wore a white dress. Her closed eyes were blue and she seemed to be a hybrid of everything and nothing.
She sat inert, barely breathing.
She sat inert, barely breathing.
She sat inVert, barrrbr3A777-
...
Somewhere, something happened.

[Ryan Naismith]

A man sat, His black fur a sharp contrast with the room around him; it was white, completely. Everything. He couldn't even tell if there was any sort of furniture in the room, nor if it had walls. He didn't even know why he called it a room. Didn't seem like it was outside. But doesn't a room need walls? hell, the only reason he could tell that he could see was that if he held his paw in front of his face, he could see each of the coarse, black fibers.
Screw it. He was tired of waiting around, waiting for something to happen.
He might as well get up.
He might as well get up.
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[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

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     The girl came to life, with an adorable little gasp as her young eyes shot open and her body sprang into a less Carnot but no less dignified position. The girl squeezed her eyes shut as the light overstimulated her brain and hurt her eyes. Once she could control things, she sank down to floor level and landed softly in an upright position, her legs crossed and her hands behind her back. She stood expressionless, looking at the black-furred foreign individual. As reality settled into normal levels, he stopped vibrating and flickering in a standing up position.
     She regarded the black-furred fur emotionlessly from her position in the centre of the zone.

[Ryan Naismith]

The glitch didn't hurt, there was more this guttural feeling that something was wrong. It felt like it should hurt... but it didn't. when the glitch had happened, he had been halfway to standing, and, his momentum halted, fell back down. After standing up and briefly dusting himself off (though he was fairly sure there was no dust in this 'room'), he saw a girl. He sighed, glad he wasn't alone. then, he realized, he had not been breathing before. It hadn't felt like he was holding his breath, more like he just... didn't have to. He shook his head, deciding to ignore this alarming fact. He would instead focus on the little girl.
As he approached her, she remained deadpan
"h-hello?" He said "Uh... where am I?"

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

The girl looked up at the dark fur without skipping a beat. She did not answer.
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After that both percievable and not happening, the area was still. All the girl did was blink.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Hello?" He asked again, waving his hand in front of the girls face "Where...am...I?" He sighed. Something was off, something was really off. this frigging room, if he could call it that, was weird, for lack of a better word.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

The girl acknowledged his existence with a plain, flat:
"Hello."
Other than that she simply stared at him and blinked again, as if that was her answer to existential questions.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Are you...dense or something?" the black fur asked "You.... Helooo?"  He stood back, his arms crossed. This deadpan lady was quite odd. again, for lack of a better word. Hell, this whole thing was odd, this white 'room', this lady standing there... How he felt really sick a couple of seconds ago. something was off. this place wasn't natural. Can't be.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

The girl cocked her head in an almost puppet-like attempt at confused curiosity as she regarded him.
"Didn't we just greet each other? What is the purpose of doing it again?" Her voice was light, oddly tinny. Although not displaying any particular emotion her eyes were bright. For what reason, though, was indeterminable. As if bringing up an entirely seperate topic she asked:
"You asked if I am 'dense'. What did you mean?"

[Ryan Naismith]

"You didn't answer my first question." he Pinched the bridge of his nose, looking to the deadpan girl she cocked her head, but there was no emotion to it; as if she was a robot or a computer program. He wondered for a moment where he really was, if this was some sort of simulation. "and dense... It's slang for stupid." He looked the girl over a moment "as for my original question, where am I?"

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

"Slang...for stupid." she said, apparently to herself. "Not by common parameters, no."
Still she gave nothing away concerning the fur's existential questions.

[Ryan Naismith]

"well...what is this room?" He drew in a long, annoyed breath. maybe if he worded the question differently, she would give him some sort of answer.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

No answer.
"Why did you ask if I was stupid?" she blinked yet again in that pointed manner she had.

[Ryan Naismith]

Because you don't seem to be answering my question, honey buns." he said, a sardonic edge to his voice, as he stood, arms crossed.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

"As opposed to getting angry, have you considered that you are asking a question that cannot be answered?" She replied. Nothing moved in the white room save the two furs' breathing.