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Post by Melanie Ross on Sept 23, 2018 12:43:04 GMT -8
Melanie sat outside the school grounds on a patch of grass with a sammich in one hand and water in the other. This was he day off and she was spending it alone. She wondered what Krane was up to these days. For her, everything had all but calmed down. She had essentially dropped out of the big three-school-event going on. It didn’t really matter anyway. If hints weren’t solved there, she’d solve them on the field. As usual. Melanie took another bite and frowned. They never made her sammiches right.
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Sept 23, 2018 14:08:27 GMT -8
The day was quiet and calm, a welcome change compared to the exams that were taking place. Celia had seen some of it from afar, neither part of Cabal nor Zukunft, taking stock fo the people she would be spending time with and what to expect from those that lived her. But she couldn't deny that her curiosity outside of hte field was more prominent, seeing who was what and what they brought to the table outside of a fight.
Like the young woman further down, engrossed in her thoughts during lunch. By the look on the young woman's face, she'd suffered some sort of disappointment, though ti was hard to say what caused it exactly.
"Is everything alright?"
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Post by Melanie Ross on Sept 23, 2018 17:06:43 GMT -8
Melanie looked up at the voice and slightly raised her smmmich.
“It isn’t ham.”
She lowered it and took another swig if water.
“Want some? They made me two. I think it’s salami.”
She’d pay the second sammich in front of her and gesture to her side. A place to sit?
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Sept 23, 2018 17:21:15 GMT -8
A simple enough reason.
"Thank you." Celia offered the other girl a sympathetic smile, nodding and graciously taking the seat offered as she tucked her skirt beneath her. She gave a perplexed look at the mention of salami, suddenly feeling like the one word explained so much, even when it didn't.
"I'm sorry. Is that some sort of fake meat?" That would make her upset, as well.
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Post by Melanie Ross on Sept 23, 2018 17:26:26 GMT -8
Melanie smiled at the girl. A sweet inviting smile.
“It’s not all bad. Just not what I wanted. Not what I asked for.”
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Sept 23, 2018 17:39:42 GMT -8
It wasn't vile, then, merely unwanted. Celia blinked, uncertain how she felt about the meat in question, but the girl's smile was frinedly and inviting, and she'd still been willing to eat it. It would be rude not to at least try it.
"I see. Thank you, Miss...?" She would accept the offered sandwhich, curious who it was she was speaking to, but not eating before the introduction was made.
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Post by Melanie Ross on Sept 23, 2018 17:47:44 GMT -8
Melanie picked up the sammich and handed it to the girl.
“Melanie Ross. I’m a Pillar.”
If she got a confused look, as most new kids gave her, she would continue.
“I am in the Command Squad along side Krane Asiv. I answer directly to Krane and Mr Asiv.”
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Sept 23, 2018 21:04:38 GMT -8
"I see." She did indeed give Melanie a blank look for a moment, confusion apparent on her face as she took the sandwich. At least it was a relatively simple explanation, and one that rang int eh back of her mind easily enough once Melanie began to explain. This woman was one of hte higher-ranking officers within cabal. A combatant with ties directly to those of high rank at the academy. It was impressive, if not alien.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ross. I'm Cecelia Riddel. I transferred here not long ago. Have you been here long?" She would take a hesitant bite of the sandwich after taking it from Melanie, bracing herself for something that was either going to taste like ambrosia, or rotted hopes and dreams.
It tasted rather like the latter. She grimaced and set down the sandwich, more interested in the conversation as her diaphragm struggled to make things awkward for her. She willed her body to behave.
A tiny bubble escaped before she could cover her mouth with her hand. Horrified, she silently willed it away, nothign changing other than her watching Melanie much more intently than before. Best she could do now was ignoring it and hope the hiccups stopped.
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Zero Ability: Bubble Betrayal - Every time Cecelia hiccups, burps or farts, her body lets out bubbles of various sizes (hiccups)
Qi Uses: 1
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Post by Melanie Ross on Sept 23, 2018 21:37:25 GMT -8
Melanie nodded and giggled at her reaction.
“Yeah. Not my cup of tea either.”
She laughed again and then the bubble came out. Melanie looked at it and then back to Celia.
“Welcome to Cabal. I hope it’s not been too hard on you?”
Yes it was odd. Yes she wanted to pop it. Yes she LOVED bubbles. No, she would not embarrass the girl by doing so. She seemed so impossibly embarrassed about it. Melanie was nice.
“I’ve been here for a few years.”
Understatement of the century.
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Oct 2, 2018 18:33:05 GMT -8
Oh sweet mercy, someone with decency. Celia's cheeks tinged slightly, but the other girl looked away as if the bubble wasn't there in the first place, still making small talk as if nothing had happened. Like she was normal again. It was almost enough to make her cry.
"Thank you." She offered Melanie a warm smile, shoulders easing with teh welcome. "It's been a...unique experience here." The people were unusual, but few set her off as frightful so far. That was still likely to change from what she heard, however.
"A few years?" And she was still here? "Do you like it here, then?"
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Post by Melanie Ross on Oct 8, 2018 7:53:18 GMT -8
Melanie smiled at the shock over the girls face.
“It’s the only home I have.”
She thought about her parents and visiting her father’s grave.
“Oh, and your welcome. Don’t worry about it. The people can be tough, angry even. But that’s really their own fault. I was angry for a long time until I let go.”
She grinned.
“And believe me, it feels so much better.”
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Oct 24, 2018 19:32:15 GMT -8
She tried to imagine that sort of fate, having no family besides those in an academy, coming and going to one end or another. Some stayed, obviously, but still Celia shook her head in wonder and disbelief. It was like barking at a mouse and thinkingit would bark back.
"I'm glad you were able to find peace." She offered Melanie a warm smile and a soft nod. Bitterness could eat at the soul. She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand with the sound.
"I'm sure the salami is glad of it, too."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Nov 9, 2018 20:40:03 GMT -8
Melanie dropped her smile and tossed the sammich back in to the basket.
“Yeah maybe.”
She looked back at the girl.
“So What brings you here to this grand place?”
Sarcasm.
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Dec 6, 2018 23:01:05 GMT -8
Poor sandwich - only not really, since neither of them missed it. Celia straightened slightly at the question, ignoring the sarcastic tone. Clearly, they both found the place exquisite.
"I'm here officially as part of Zekunft. I transferred here the other day from the academy to help strengthen our relationship within the Accords."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Dec 8, 2018 13:49:54 GMT -8
Melanie nodded.
“I see. Well, once again, welcome. If I can be of any further assistance, let me know.”
She smiled.
“Now that business is over, anything you want to do or see here? I can show you around? Or maybe find something that tastes better.”
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