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[Wysten]

Vachel

As if he could imagine himself anywhere else but next to her. Stopping himself, he thought of that for a breath. He had just met this woman, had the best time in his entire life, and suddenly he felt like he had known her forever. Was it the lovemaking leaving him addled? Where was this doubt coming from? The fear?! Shaking his head, he dispelled such notions. He wasn't going to doubt what he felt. He had never felt this way, for anyone, in his entire life, and dammit if it wasn't the best feeling he had ever had.

He grinned slyly at her when she asked if he was coming, choosing to ignore the phrase as too premature. Standing, he dressed quickly, giving her bottom a soft slap before it disappeared behind her pants disappointingly."Of course beautiful."

Ignoring the slap she put her belt on and held his hand and opened the door and she walked with him in tow towards the firing range. Once she got there she called out to Jenny. "Hey JJ you wouldn't believe what fish I caught." She said going in for a French Kiss with Alex.

[Stattr]

Vachel

As if he could imagine himself anywhere else but next to her. Stopping himself, he thought of that for a breath. He had just met this woman, had the best time in his entire life, and suddenly he felt like he had known her forever. Was it the lovemaking leaving him addled? Where was this doubt coming from? The fear?! Shaking his head, he dispelled such notions. He wasn't going to doubt what he felt. He had never felt this way, for anyone, in his entire life, and dammit if it wasn't the best feeling he had ever had.

He grinned slyly at her when she asked if he was coming, choosing to ignore the phrase as too premature. Standing, he dressed quickly, giving her bottom a soft slap before it disappeared behind her pants disappointingly."Of course beautiful."

Ignoring the slap she put her belt on and held his hand and opened the door and she walked with him in tow towards the firing range. Once she got there she called out to Jenny. "Hey JJ you wouldn't believe what fish I caught." She said going in for a French Kiss with Alex.

Jeanny was covered in sweat as the hours went by and she turned around and just kind of stood there with her head to the side still confused. She held her arms up in confusion. "That's not a fish, that's alex. What are you doing with your mouth?" Jenny seemed more grossed out than anything at this sight and gabriel just flew way. Jenny ended up standing there looking like an idiot because nothing clicked. They both went into the room and closed the door, meaning I wasn't supposed to be in there so I came here and now that I am here and they are here they are now doing stuff with there faces and bodies...are they cursed? Jenny just sighed in annoyment.

[Skaldia]

Vachel

He was beginning to see JJ as she was, far too innocent to be on this ship. Of course, if that was the case she wouldn't be on this ship would she? Dispelling the thought, he reluctantly broke the kiss with Sarah and marched up to where Jenny had been standing."So, what's your poison?" To emphasize what he was talking about, he motioned to one of the practice dummies. At his motion it began to float. Then, he slowly curled his hand into a fist. As he did, the practice dummy snapped and crunched in to a ball that fell with a thud to the ground."I noticed you did something with the bird? I'd love a demonstration of what both you ladies are capable of?"

[Higher Japan]

Octavia Isel

"Mine, it's forever mine, no one must touch it." She muttered cryptically to herself, looking around warily as she kept her hood up and her head down while hiding her chalice. She wasn't surrounded by humans, no, she was surrounded by animals or more specifically crows. They'd go to any means to steal anything that shined, and it was her misfortune that the church decided to grace the chalice with various gemstones and forge it out of gold. She carefully looked around and listened to what the headmaster had to say. She wasn't surprised. She had heard rumors about the Kings, and knew that joining them constituted most things she had already heard.

Of course her clothes were something that made her stood out from the crowd. Amidst thugs and hobos, she was the finely dressed nun, dressed in a way that nearly rivaled that of duchesses. However, she had no care for her clothes, all she needed was her chalice and that was it. Without it she would most likely literally and figuratively die. Seeing that everyone began to disperse and that the headmaster was leaving, she quickly took this chance to trail him, quietly rubbing her chalice as she wondered where in the hell her useless brother was.

[Union Princes]

Maria Ludwig

"I am Maria and these birds are here because they are my birds." Maria responded, never blinking as she stared analytically at the Witch Doctor. She then took the bird food, placed in a bowl, and put it on a counter. The doves swarmed it in a instant but at slowly as there was three strangers in the same vicinity as them. "If you got accident, come on in!" Maria said to Corpus, gesturing him with her hand to get closer, "What's the damage?"

She then turned around to see Justin staring at her equipment, but his focus was on her dummy head. "Plato!" Maria scolded when she spotted her dove flying close to Justin's hair, "Eat your food!"

"The head is target practice," answered Maria as she pullled out a rubber mallet from one of the drawers, "Helps me figure out critical damage." She turn her head to see if Corpus arrived at her table. "Let's see what the damage is."

[Lunas Legion]

Nike ‘Nika’ Mezerova

She didn't bother to attack. There was no point, the fight was over before it began. She didn't have her spears, she didn't have her bike, her nose hurt like shit from a cheap shot and she was not in the mood for a fight under whatever circumstances these were. And so she watched with a silent glare, hand held to her nose as Rachel and the girl who'd punched began to get frisky with one another before heading off in the direction of the dormitories.

Damnit. It hadn't even been an hour and she'd already been blocked. This... This did not bode well. At all. With a sigh, she turned to gather her things, wheeling her bike and the pair of duffel bags with their straps wrapped over it through the corridors. She left the sound system off too. These people didn't deserve to hear her bike in all its glory.

She glanced at the corridors.

She glanced back at her bike.

She noted the width of the corridors.

She noted the width of her bike with the duffel bags on it.

Fuck it. Why the hell not? Time to terrify the shit out of everyone. She hopped back onto her bike, and with a turn of the key, the engine roared into life, and so did the sound system. She didn't need a helmet, it wasn't like she could go at helmet-worthy speeds in here anyways. Stupid airships.

And so in a grossly inefficient use of petrol, a cloud of smoke and hardbass screaming from her bike, she made her way through the halls, poking people who didn't get out of the way with a nudge of her spear. With that, it didn't take her long to find an empty dorm room which she claimed as her own although her bike filled basically all of the space that wasn't already taken. Such was life.

With a room claimed, her duffel bags dumped and one of her two spears in hand, resting on her shoulder as she headed off to find the medical room and someone who could fix her damn nose.

It didn't take her long to find it; it was not the largest place in the world to explore, and so soon enough she kicked open the door in her usual nonchalant manner, before yelling "Yo doc, I need you to fix my bloody broken nose pronto you cyka, okay? Okay."

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Gabriella Sara Bianchi-Costa

She left Cromwell when the headmaster led them off to the dorms, pulling her suitcase behund; no doubt she'd find him again later. She made sure to remain near the back, silently noting off who went into what room and occasionally with whom. It seemed people were getting into one another early, very early indeed. She'd have to note those couples for future reference, either for exploitation, blackmail or whatever the hell she could use that knowledge for.

Knowledge was power after all.

Eventually, after pretty much everyone had chosen a room, she finally ducked into an empty one and set to unpacking her things, keeping her mind watching those around her. This room was rather small, and the walls likely were removable. Obviously she'd need to set to expanding her room. This was much too small for her.

[Camelone]

With everyone dispersing Alan decided that it was best to separate from the group and find somewhere to train, it wasn't like he had any powers to work on so it was best to keep his skills at the highest they can be plus all his luggage was confined to a single satchel. Shouldering said satchel he made his way through the airship whistling an upbeat marching tune with a smile on his face, even though he was surrounded by those who would be potentially dangerous to him they were on his side at the moment so he had to only make sure he didn't give them any reason to be angry with him. While most would feel discouraged by this situation Alan always felt that he was outgunned and the world was against him so he is going to take this on like he did anything else with a smile and hope, he would just have to put up with these people's antics for a bit.

His wandering brought him to a training room of some sorts with three people in it, and by the looks of it the guy he had some really powerful melee powers that must either be gravity manipulation or some sort of powerful telekinesis, with all these psychics on board he wondered how long he would have to keep vigilance over his mind and thoughts. Entering he removed his hat and placed it on his chest "Greetings to you three, I am Cromwell. I do hope I will find good standing with you all." His smile grew a bit larger, there was nothing but what appeared to be genuine request of friendship behind it, and his presence was adding a tone of calm to the air. Knowing there was a potential psychic in the mix Alan flooded his mind with Christian hymns and reigned in all other thoughts, he had to develop this skill when the police were using psychic metas to gather intelligence on his plans.

[Stattr]

Jenny watched what Alex did and all feelings she had went back inside and away from her. She felt cold and not impressed in the slightest, but she did know that he was more powerful than her. She didn't fancy showing off her shadow skill or her shatterpoint, that was for them to find out later. She was covered in now cold sweat and was wanting to go take a shower as she didn't really like to stay sweaty and dirty in front of people. Gabriel flew over and landed on her shoulder and nuzzled her. She remained silent and was honestly just trying to grasp the concept of what was going on in this room, and to make matters worse, another man walked into the room and Jenny just felt destroyed. She wasn't clean, she wasn't happy. She wanted a shower and away from all these people.

His name was Cromwell apparently. She started to grind her teeth very slightly from all the people in the room. He was way to friendly for her taste, even if it was just a front he put on to avoid Alex and his mind things. She looked at Sarah with a a very cold look, not to be mad at her, but more of a look of 'this is way too many people.' Sarah had someone, alex had sarah and this man named cromwell probably had someone too. She felt more alone in this place than she did in the wilderness with her uncle. She had been alone for so long that she had forgotten how she was before everything in her family was taken from her; it had been so many years. Suddenly her eyes went purple as did Gabriels and she ducked into the closest shadow and Gabriel flew out of the room and down the hallway, Jenny was following what gabriel saw and once they reached the room she popped out and stood in the room. All her things where there already.

She took her sniper off and placed it in its case and locked it shut. She went into the bathroom and took all her clothes off, she wasn't very curvy, she was very thin, almost flat chested. She looked at herself in the mirror and moved her black hair to the side and rubbed her arm with the tattoo on it and got into the shower, she washed up and for about 30 min she stood in the shower, crying silently and letting all the emotions of the day out. She got out of the shower, dried off and got dressed. She wore another pair of black skinny jeans, though on here they didn't really touch her legs so they looked a tiny bit baggy. She put a blue tank top on and grabbed a different red hoodie, zipped it up to her collar bone and went back into the bathroom and finished cleaning up. She braided her hair into a loose side braid and put a ponytail holder on the end of it. Some of her hair hanging on her face as she pushed it to behind her ears. She went back into the room and took her sniper out and sat on the bed cross-legged and took it apart, cleaning it. Gabriel sat on the windowsill and shook himself off from having just sat in the shower, letting the steam seep into his feathers and wings, Jenny had helped clean him as well and he was now sitting on the sill drying off watching Jenny clean her weapon with a blank expression.

[Auphelia]

Maria Ludwig

"I am Maria and these birds are here because they are my birds." Maria responded, never blinking as she stared analytically at the Witch Doctor. She then took the bird food, placed in a bowl, and put it on a counter. The doves swarmed it in a instant but at slowly as there was three strangers in the same vicinity as them. "If you got accident, come on in!" Maria said to Corpus, gesturing him with her hand to get closer, "What's the damage?"

She then turned around to see Justin staring at her equipment, but his focus was on her dummy head. "Plato!" Maria scolded when she spotted her dove flying close to Justin's hair, "Eat your food!"

"The head is target practice," answered Maria as she pullled out a rubber mallet from one of the drawers, "Helps me figure out critical damage." She turn her head to see if Corpus arrived at her table. "Let's see what the damage is."

Well then.

She has thought that she would be able to be alone in the medical bay, able to plan her strategy for her life on this ship, but here she was surrounded by a girl who seemed nice enough, a boy with an obviously broken arm, and another that seemed to be singularly focused on the tools here. The girl was bustling under the harsh fluorescent lights and had doves while the boy with the broken arm seemed to be in little to no pain at all. What an odd place this was. Perfect, in other words.

Ignoring the birds on the table and the suspiciously odd boy, she looked towards the boy with the broken arm and the blonde girl. She spoke her words softly but clearly, with a distinct West African accent.

"Perhaps I can help this man." She reached over and trailed her finger over the exposed skin of his arm. Not long enough to do anything, but the second of contact was enough to get a snapshot of his body. On the surface her looked fairly normal, if one ignored his eyes which gleamed malevolently, but underneath he was an odd amalgamation of bone and sinew, with his organs jumbled around to make room for stray femurs and ulnae and even a stray skull near his heart. Quite curious. It was unlike her own bone armour, made of weaved together ultra dense strands of bone for flexibility and strength, but rather as if he had made duplicates of bones within himself . . . or stolen them from others. She also didn't sense any pain in him, at least none in a physical sense. This was obviously some sort of trick.

"This is obviously a trick." Sometimes simpler was better in terms of revelations. "Please put your bone away, unless you want me to put it back in there for you."

She turned to the healing girl, who had seemed excited to have a patient. "This man is some sort of bone stealing ghoul. He's got dozens of copies of bones inside of him, and this isn't a real injury. He doesn't even appear to be registering pain."

She addressed the man again, smiling slightly. "An amusing trick, to be sure, but nothing we need concern ourselves with. I am Witch Doctor, but who are you?"

[Segral]

Roxy Buswell

So, not everybody here belonged in a hospital for the clinically insane, good to know some people had a sense of humor. Helped establish a few ties, and those could be important when dealing with these crazies. Chuckling slightly, she responded to this Vesid's question.

"Roxanne. Nice to meet ya." she said dryly, not extending her hand for a shake, but still returning the small smile. "Heh, orchestra...nah, these guys are...I guess you could say they're my weapon of choice. If that makes any sense at all. Although now that you mention it, an orchestra made up of mass murderers actually sounds quite appealing."

Just as she got the words out of her mouth, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, some girl walking up behind another and slamming her fist into the back of the other's head, literally knocking her lights out. With a small shout of surprise, she pulled up the guitar case slung on her shoulder as the small metal zipper began to tear back of its own accord, unveiling a regular ol' Les Paul electric inside. Luckily, a few people suddenly intervened, seperating the two before the other poor girl could be sent to the hospital wing with a watermelon-sized lump out of her head. Roxy still kept the guitar pointed at the small group, hovering right beside her at her eye level, despite it looking rather ridiculous to the outside eye. The pick slowly laid on the top string, pushing down every so slightly, electricity crackling at the tip.

Luckily, the situation quickly defused into...sex, apparently. A lot of sex. And more literally five minutes later. "Seriously? You're going to fuck hardened criminals within the first thirty seconds of meeting them? What's even the point?!" The guitar and pick floated back into the case, which Roxy sealed in a single stroke and slung it back on her shoulder. Many were now going off to god-knows-where, birdcage girl going to medical bay, a few others going over to consummate like bunnies, and the rest just doing whatever.

Turning to her new friend(?) with a slightly bemused expression on her face, she suddenly burst out into quiet laughter at the whole idea of what just happened. "You know, I think I'm going to get on just fine with these guys. Anyways, see you around, try not to get seduced while I'm away." she said, turning away and continuing to pull her luggage towards where she at least thought the apartments were. It was quite the heavy load, but she moved it along easily with the help of a large trolley given to her, down the winding halls.

[The Cyberiad Council]

Corpus

Lance grinned at Maria and hopped up on one of the tables, waiting for her to look at his apparent compound fracture, but it was the witch doctor that made her way to him first.

"Aw come on, no one likes a party pooper. And I can't just 'put it back'." Corpus sighed with mild disappointment. The bone began to bend and coiled up his arm like a snake before coming to rest in his grip. He ran his free hand over the cut and the skin crudely knitted itself together.

"My healing powers are... limited at best. Unless you have a fresh body, that is. And they aren't copies, I picked up my little collection from some people who didn't really need them anymore. I'm Lance Turner, but you can call be Corpus, or whatever. But you..." Corpus said with a tilted head. "...have beautiful bones." He looked Witch doctor up and down before breaking away and tossing the freshly extracted bone to his gym back by the door. "It does hurt to play pick up sticks with my bones, but it's not that bad once you get used to it."

He looked at the others in the room, and couldn't help but chuckle at the girl with the broken nose. "That was one hell of a sucker punch. What did you do to deserve that?"

Lance turned back to Maria. "And who are you? Like the Witch doctor you obviously have some ties to the human body. I thought it might be best to get on the good side of the wonderful individuals who could put me back together if something goes south."

[Lunas Legion]

Nike ‘Nika’ Mezerova

"I did fuck all." Nike shrugged. Really, she had no idea what the hell she'd done to get punched. Maybe the girl who punched her and the painfully beautiful one were in a relationship, and she'd been punched for trying to get too close to her girlfriend? It made sense, given how they'd been afterwards. You didn't get like that so quickly unless you were either like that or in a relationship, and she was putting her money on the latter.

"One moment I'm flirting or trying to with this hottie, the next there's a fist coming out of left field into my nose from a girl I've never even seen before and I go sprawling. Goddamn cyka blyat of a psycho." She shook her heard dismissively. She wasn't the type to hold grudges or regrets or anything really. Not even that. Grudges just got in the way of fun.

"But seriously." She glared at the other occupants of the room. "Either of you going to do anything at all about this?" She jabbed a finger at her nose.

[The Cross and Davids Star]

Nev

A few minutes later, his room was set just the way he liked it, bed on one side, place of hacking in another. Nev then realized something; he had next to no info on his new classmates, and that was a problem, especially if they were go into a combat simulation, mainly, he wanted to know thier counters so he won't be as easy to beat, but to cover weaknesses to make the group have a better chance at success. Slipping his pistol and knife into his coat, Nev unlocked the door to his room and stepped out, hoping to find people to gain information from.

[Auphelia]

Corpus

Lance grinned at Maria and hopped up on one of the tables, waiting for her to look at his apparent compound fracture, but it was the witch doctor that made her way to him first.

"Aw come on, no one likes a party pooper. And I can't just 'put it back'." Corpus sighed with mild disappointment. The bone began to bend and coiled up his arm like a snake before coming to rest in his grip. He ran his free hand over the cut and the skin crudely knitted itself together.

"My healing powers are... limited at best. Unless you have a fresh body, that is. And they aren't copies, I picked up my little collection from some people who didn't really need them anymore. I'm Lance Turner, but you can call be Corpus, or whatever. But you..." Corpus said with a tilted head. "...have beautiful bones." He looked Witch doctor up and down before breaking away and tossing the freshly extracted bone to his gym back by the door. "It does hurt to play pick up sticks with my bones, but it's not that bad once you get used to it."

He looked at the others in the room, and couldn't help but chuckle at the girl with the broken nose. "That was one hell of a sucker punch. What did you do to deserve that?"

Lance turned back to Maria. "And who are you? Like the Witch doctor you obviously have some ties to the human body. I thought it might be best to get on the good side of the wonderful individuals who could put me back together if something goes south."

Social interactions were always hard. How should she act to get close to people? Often she had to be overtly friendly and kind, but perhaps establishing herself as the resident medic on the ship would get her more credibility and access to the materials she needed for her experiments. So professional it was. She mustered all of her grace and eloquence and began to speak, her accent still noticeable but her posture and expressions now staying steadfastly neutral, with little deviations to humanise her.

"Well, Lance, party poopers are the ones who make sure the police can't catch up to us." The comment about her beautiful bones was odd, but she realised he must be some sort of low-level biokinetic, most likely specialising in bones and perhaps some sort of cannibalism? Either way, he was obviously not on par with her. Nonetheless, he was charming and could prove a good ally. She turned to the other possible biokinetic and smiled. "If you wish to handle his scars, I can go help this girl with the real injury." She glanced at Lance. "It was nice to meet you, Lance."

She glided over to the girl who had barged in a minute ago and who, upon seeing no response from the others in the room, had plopped herself down in one of the waiting chairs and was carelessly flipping through one of the magazines. She was talking over her music to the Lance fellow, not paying attention to the magazine, and started asking whether either she or Maria would help her out, but quite rudely. Her music was still blaring, and as she got closer it was clear to see outside of the room, in the hallway, was a motorcycle. This girl was most likely the rebellious type, not uncommon amongst criminals. She would be an absolute delight to deal with.

"Hello. My name is Witch Doctor, and I will be caring for you right now. If you will excuse me, I am going to touch your arms right now."

She carefully grabbed the girl's arms, touching the skin around the wrist. It appeared that the girl had a fractured nose and several bruises, as well as some minor scrapes and cuts, though some seemed older than the obviously fresh ones. She began to slowly phase out the ability of the girl to feel pain, for the purposes of fixing, and began to get her body to pump out as many endorphins as possible. She let her power flow in this girl, absorbing itself into every fibre. Superficial damages would be easiest to fix, and all of the bruises and cuts began to slowly smooth out and fade away, gone in seconds. Now to the girl's nose. It was definitely fractured, and based on how bad it was she was lucky it hadn't broken. At the hands of a normal doctor her nose would no doubt have been crooked for the rest of her life, but for Witch Doctor healing was easy enough. She forced the girl's cells to go into overdrive, stitching together and straightening out all the imperfections. She then went through her usual protocol, mapping and placing safeguards against the girl attacking her. Not too much, to prevent detection, but just making several points on her body more vulnerable to pain than before, out of the way areas most people wouldn't attack. She doubted this girl would outright attack her though. Hmmm. Perhaps some cosmetic changes were in order, nothing too bad. The girl's eyes were a bit uneven, but that was easily fixable. An evening of the eyebrows, a smoothing of a few wrinkles, a smattering of new freckles, and she had to admit the girl looked far prettier than she had before. The girl had a sloppy smile on her face and her eyes had half closed from the self induced drugs, obviously not having felt a thing.
She considered stopping the influx of endorphins altogether, but figured the girl would need the chill pill when she saw her enhanced face. She set a small biological timer for roughly an hour and cut her connection to the girl, who immediately perked up a bit.

"There we go. Now, you will feel a bit drowsy for a while, but that should wear off soon. So, tell me Miss No Name, what is your name?"

[Wysten]

"Oh don't worry so much about her, she just needs her space, she isn't use to all these people being this close and stuff like that." Sarah said as she pulled away from Alex. Sarah walked over to the firing line and stopped. Holding out her hands she imagined a PPsh-41 with drum mag. It dropped in her hands and she inspected it and hit a button and a line of paper targets appeared in front of her aiming down the sights she switched the safety to fully automatic and pulled the trigger. The line of targets started to become shredded as she held down the trigger and by the end of it all of them were on the ground shredded and the smell of gunpowder filled the room. "How does that look Sweetie?" She said towards Alex. She then paused for a moment at the word. You just met him yet all he was able to win your heart in the matter of hours. She thought as she looked him. He had a certain appeal to him some would call handsome though she would probably have to make him lose the goggles.

[Lunas Legion]

Nike ‘Nika’ Mezerova

She simply nodded as this 'Witch Doctor' said she'd be caring for her. She didn't care about the specifics, she just wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. She'd taken a few hits and scrapes in her time, she knew the drill, and so she just waited for the Witch Doctor to do her thing.

She began to feel drowsy. Had... Had she always been this tired and she'd just not realised it? She felt herself begin to smile as her eyes began to close. Yeah, she needed a nap, and she needed it right now, screw if the doctor complained or whatever. And then the feeling vanished, and she twitched upright, fully awake once again. Huh. That had been a bit trippy. She shook her head, trying to banish the feeling, but nothing. She felt really good but still slightly drowsy, like she'd just had another car chase like the one in Warsaw. Polish police did not mess around.

"I'm Nike." She answered as she listened to the Witch Doctor. "Or Nika, but I prefer Nike." She stood, stretching her arms out as she did so. "Anyways..." She glanced around, looking for a mirror. Spotting one, she darted over, and looked at her face.

"Oh wow." Her nose was fixed flawlessly, but that wasn't all. Her face looked better. Much better. Her eyes were in slightly different positions, her eyebrows were even now, a few freckles that hadn't been there before, a tiny few wrinkles in her skin gone. A few small, strategic adjustments, but they added up. By God they added up.

"Well, thanks for all this," Nike gestured to her face, circling it with a hand, "And you seem like a fun person, so come find me if you want some or whatever. You'll know my room, it's the one with the music coming out of it." With that, she turned and left the room, hopping back on her bike before she rode to her room, music blaring and engine roaring. She'd need to check where they kept the diesel at some point or buy her own when she got off this thing to resupply it or whatever.

[Forest State]

Candace had stayed at the back of the crowd for the entire time, because while she was incredibly dangerous, that was only when someone brought the demon into control of her body. For now, she was just an average schoolgirl, and a reserved and quiet one at that. She was even wearing the uniform of one, because that was what she had worn at her past school. The one where her last day had been spent murdering a dozen classmates who picked on her, after they’d caused the demon inside of her to snap and take over. For now, though, she was content with not putting herself in a position where that might happen.

But she also knew that her father would be disappointed in her for coming here and not talking to anyone, or even making herself seen by standing in front of the crowd. That was no way for someone who wanted to be successful to act, and she frowned as she followed the others to the dormitories when the action in the hangar concluded. She walked after one of the other girls who looked like she had a wealthy background, stopping and watching her as she went into one of the empty rooms to unpack her things. Candace stood there for maybe three or four minutes, staying a good distance back and making sure that it wasn’t apparent that she was standing outside and watching.

She finally made her move, however, because she couldn’t stand outside forever without doing anything. “My name is Candace and I’m wondering if you want to be my friend?” she asked, somewhat randomly, figuring that the best route of action would just be to say what she wanted. Maybe they could bond over their upbringings, if Candace’s prediction was right. Then again, she hadn’t come from a typical family… Many couldn’t relate to being the daughter of a crime boss, after all.

[Stattr]

Jenny

Jenny had finished cleaning her sniper and had it around her back like she did at the beginning of the ceremony. Gabriel was busy flying up and down the hallways, occasionally stopping to nuzzle jenny who nuzzled him back gratefully. She wasn't about to head back to the firing range so she made her way around the school, thinking, wondering and wishing. She ended up just finding a lonely hallway and sitting on one of the window sills, she was tall but she was thin enough to fully place herself on the sill itself. Gabriel landed on her knee and she played with him with her fingers, as he tried to nip them. Despite him having fun, she remained neutral faced with a cold stare as empty as her heart.

[Caruolinda]

Vesid "Prion" Bazhunaishvili
Slightly confused, but still breathing

Weapon of choice? Sure, that made sense. After all, most of it not all there had some sort of special ability. Maybe hers was related to music? Just as Vesid was about to say something, everything near them had gone to shit: ...a fight? A gunshot? What the hell? He couldn't know, his back had been turned, so Prion missed the very initial moments of the sudden escalation. Vesid simply stood by, watching. Shit, what could he do? If he used the single canister he had on him, he would probably infect everyone. If he used his shotgun, he would end up hitting someone e- Oh...
And then, the situation was contained, thanks to a few people who could actually do something. After that, things took a strange and... sexual... turn. Vesid has no more business there, but couldn't contain a light chuckle as Rox found the situation funny in her own way. "I'll see you around." He said to Roxanne as she departed, Prion making his own way to wherever life would lead him to.

Vesid never knew how hard it would be to locate himself in an airship, but he still did his best to make it look like he knew where he was going to anyone who passed by. As he was wandering like a lost dog, he found a random girl sitting on a window sill. She was cute, standing definitely taller than the majority of girls he had met before, her pale skin, tattoo, and what seemed like a pet crow also catching his eye. Well, thing had gone right before and he had met that Roxanne girl, it wouldn't hurt to meet someone else, even if Vesid felt like she was... different, in a way. Sitting by herself in that lonely hallway, he felt a strange urge to make her company, and that's what he did.

He walked over to the girl, wearing the most charismatic expression he could. Surely it wasn't a role-model-level one, but it had worked in the past. "Hey, why is a cute girl like you sitting by herself here?" Jesus Lord, what was he saying?!

[Union Princes]

Maria Ludwig

Maria was disappointed that Corpus was faking his injury, and so she put down the mallet and picked up the dummy head. She went over and placed it 6ft above the ground on one of those metal filing cabinets. "And who are you? Like the Witch doctor you obviously have some ties to the human body. I thought it might be best to get on the good side of the wonderful individuals who could put me back together if something goes south." asked Lance, not at all angry or sad about his lie found out.

"My name is Maria, at your service." she answered, taking a princess-like bow with her hand over her heart and both eyes closed, "My powers grant healing beyond the realms of normal science. My blood offers immunity to all matters of sicknesses, poisons, and diseases. A human Axolotl, as my wondrous father would put it. Organs and limbs too could be restored at full capacity provided enough time and blood was given."

Maria then reached into her backpack and pulled out a picture frame containing a portrait of her father. She placed it on the counter next to the doves after giving it a big daughterly kiss. "That's my daddy," proclaimed Maria, "too bad he isn't here with us. Have to spend time in the mental institute."

Maria's father does not look insane. He had a face of a brick wall, but at the same time, a smile of a prankster and tender eyes that saw too many tragedies. Even his attire screams "professional doctor" at the highest level. The wrinkles on his hands and face indicated at least 30 years of experience in the field of medicine. Makes you wonder what broke his sanity that forced him to be separated from his daughter for the rest of his life. As for the picture itself, her father's eyes straight straight into the eyes of Corpus, Justin, and Witch Doctor with the tone of Go ahead, screw with my little girl and I'll show you a surgical operation gone horribly wrong.

"Anybody else needs medical attention?" asked Maria, regaining her eagerness to practice medicine.

[Stattr]

Vesid "Prion" Bazhunaishvili
Slightly confused, but still breathing

Weapon of choice? Sure, that made sense. After all, most of it not all there had some sort of special ability. Maybe hers was related to music? Just as Vesid was about to say something, everything near them had gone to shit: ...a fight? A gunshot? What the hell? He couldn't know, his back had been turned, so Prion missed the very initial moments of the sudden escalation. Vesid simply stood by, watching. Shit, what could he do? If he used the single canister he had on him, he would probably infect everyone. If he used his shotgun, he would end up hitting someone e- Oh...
And then, the situation was contained, thanks to a few people who could actually do something. After that, things took a strange and... sexual... turn. Vesid has no more business there, but couldn't contain a light chuckle as Rox found the situation funny in her own way. "I'll see you around." He said to Roxanne as she departed, Prion making his own way to wherever life would lead him to.

Vesid never knew how hard it would be to locate himself in an airship, but he still did his best to make it look like he knew where he was going to anyone who passed by. As he was wandering like a lost dog, he found a random girl sitting on a window sill. She was cute, standing definitely taller than the majority of girls he had met before, her pale skin, tattoo, and what seemed like a pet crow also catching his eye. Well, thing had gone right before and he had met that Roxanne girl, it wouldn't hurt to meet someone else, even if Vesid felt like she was... different, in a way. Sitting by herself in that lonely hallway, he felt a strange urge to make her company, and that's what he did.

He walked over to the girl, wearing the most charismatic expression he could. Surely it wasn't a role-model-level one, but it had worked in the past. "Hey, why is a cute girl like you sitting by herself here?" Jesus Lord, what was he saying?!

Jenny was looking outside when gabriel cawed and she turned her head to see another man approach her. Am I now suddenly a guy magnet what in the actual hell. Despite that thought she remained cold and simply sighed, like this day couldn't get worse. She turned on the sill and placed her feet on the ground, her shoes barely touching the ground as she tapped her left foot slightly. Gabriel moved to her shoulder and eyed the man as well. She responded with a whispered raspy voice. "Because I like being alone. Compared to the four people who just did this weird body to body thing." She had no idea what sex was or that it was called that she is so isolated from the real world. She looked him up and down with a shift of her eyes and made a mental note of him physically. "I'm JJ. Who are you?" I'm asking for names what the hell. I already had to jump away from two people who touched me and now this jesus brain get your thoughts straight... She sighed slightly.

[Lunas Legion]

Gabriella Sara Bianchi-Costa

It had taken her a bit of time to unpack. Everything had it's place, and although she had only brought one suitcase, it was quite a large suitcase to carry everything she'd wanted to bring. Even being on the run, one should make sure to carry whatever they needed. It was about striking a balance between traveling light and fast and in luxury, and she'd refined it down to an art form from experience and necessity.

It was while unpacking that she noticed the ping and the un-moving mental signature. She put it down as probably someone wondering who she was and ignored it when she'd first heard the ping, but she'd kept a mental awareness of the pinging mental signature to watch what it did. And this entire time she'd been unpacking, putting clothes into drawers or wherever she could fit her stuff while retaining a semblance of order and dignity in this cramped space, the mental signature hadn't moved an inch. Not at all. Completely unlike all the others that were rustling around nearby, presumably unpacking. That was... Interesting, yet concerning. And so she decided to poke deeper at it.

What she found wasn't a particularly unusual metal pattern, which was always a good thing. The insane were... Quite distinctive. The sole bit of concern was a very well-rooted piece of fear; it was deeply rooted, longer-term, running through everything in small veins and lines, running through everything else that the owner of the mental pattern did. And then the mental pattern began to move towards her. Well, time to go deeper. Candace Sasaki, a year younger than her. Why was she here? You could tell a lot about people from the why's; she'd just need to dig-

Damnit she was too close now, no time. She'd have to do her best to wing this, not that she wasn't bad at that. She'd left the door to her room ajar by accident on entering, and so as Candace stopped outside she pulled open the door and glanced over her. She was about her height without her heels, Asian with brown-black hair and wearing a Japanese schoolgirl's uniform of all things. God why did everyone have such an odd taste in things to wear? They were either thugs, schoolgirls and she'd sworn she'd seen someone wearing a nun's outfit earlier.

She blinked in surprise as she listened to Candace.

What.

She gave her mind a look over. She... Seemed honestly genuine about this whole thing. Honesty from criminals? Refreshing. And, well, she could probably use a genuine friend, since pawns were, well, disposable, and Candace did not strike her as a pawn.

"Uh, sure I guess?" She shrugged, smiling. There was no reason not to, Candace seemed nice enough, and she'd be lying if she wasn't curious about the fear. She stepped back, opening the door fully. "Come in, you claimed a room yet? Oh, and shut the door behind you, please?" She sat down on the end of her bed.

[The Cross and Davids Star]

Nev

In his pursuit to find information, Nev began walking around, hugging the walls and keeping his head down, just in case a meta decided to plow through. As he rounded a corner, he began to hear a faint noise, no, a song, as well as an engine roaring.

"Is there someone driving in the hallways?!" He thought, following the sounds as they got louder, eventually coming upon Nike, on a bike. Hey that rhymed, I think.

"What in blazes are you doing? Who rides a bike in a fucking hallway?" He asked, surprised at how she got that thing past the hangar.

[The Cyberiad Council]

Corpus

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Maria," Lance replied. His eyes locked with the picture of the father. His look seemed to say, You're going to need a bigger saw, old man.

"Say, Maria, could you... Regrow bones? I tend to misplace a few every now and then." Corpus' look was slightly unnerving, but he was genuinely curious. He wasn't trying to be creepy; at least not yet. He slid off the table and walked over to his gym bag and secured the bone he recently extracted from his arm.

"And if you ever need a hand with surgery, I'd be happy to help. Although I might be tempted to kill the patient, so maybe that isn't the best idea."

[Forest State]

She stood there for another moment or two awkwardly after she got her reply, before she managed to make herself move. Right. Step inside and close the door. She didn’t just seem reserved, but absent minded, like she had spent so much time lost in her own head that she couldn’t focus on what was right in front of her at the moment. But she complied with the order and stood there, still kind of awkward. She couldn’t help but notice that her new friend was attractive, but she frowned at that thought. Someone that was probably well off, someone that would have higher standards, would never go for a person that was a threat to kill them at any moment.

Candace was also aware of the dangers of getting attracted to a straight girl, and so she pushed the thoughts out of her mind, but… Shit, she had been standing there thinking about these things for longer than she wanted. Maybe a pure minute, of just thinking about her and Gabriella in a relationship. Even though they had just met. Interestingly, her thoughts weren’t really lustful ones. Although she was attracted physically. It was more about having someone that understood her and didn’t judge her or treat her as dangerous. Even though she had murdered a dozen people and definitely should be considered very dangerous, because it could happen again at just about any time. This was stupid, she told herself. She didn’t even know what the other girl’s personality was.

Her eyes traveled down to Gabriella’s chest, and her nose started to bleed, with one drop of blood hitting the floor followed by another. “Fuck,” she muttered quietly, holding a hand against her nose to keep any more blood from hitting the ground. Then she remembered the question from earlier and did her best to answer it, even though it was probably awkward now. “No, I don’t have a room yet. I uh… I guess I’m waiting for the crowd to settle down a bit. I don’t like being around tons of people, it’s kind of dangerous for me,” she said, before pausing. “I’m sorry about the blood, it’s just that you raise my blood pressure.”