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Futuristic The Children of EDEN [IC]

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The in character thread for the roleplay Children of EDEN
+Project EDEN:
Project EDEN, established in 2132, is a militaristic union of the world's greatest forces with the prime focus on combating and defeating the monster menace. They accomplish this with the creation of a new form of weaponry, an armored suit that rivals the monsters in size called mechs. These mechs were controlled through a neurological link between the machine's systems and the natural bio-system of the pilots, a link that had only become possible due to research on the advanced technology. However, the machines were expensive, and construction of each new set of armor required a a large amount of time and effort that was not always available. Thus, the SEED program was born; an institution where individuals with a predetermined potential for piloting the machines were trained, and eventually weeded out to leave only the prime candidates.

+SEED Program
A branch of Project EDEN dedicated to the growth and training of mech candidates to observe which of them will become the most compatible as pilots. The SEED program gathers these candidates from a young age, exposing them to the experience and weeding them out as they grow until only the most capable of the candidates are left. While participating in this program, the candidates are exposed to a variety of stresses that stretch the limits of their body and their mind, to mimic the side effects of undergoing the neural link with the machines.

+ Pilots and Navigators
The pilots and navigators are those who have met the expectations set by SEED, and have been assigned as partners to control the mechs used to combat the monster threat. Since the neural link system is only compatible with individuals between the age of 16-18, most pilots and navigators dedicate their lives to accomplish as much as they can within that two year gap before "expiring" and being unable to control the machines.

- Pilots
Pilots represent the "body" of the machine, and control most if not all of the mech's motor skills. They control the primary physical aspects of the mech, and thus are held responsible for the safety of themselves and their navigators. Due to the neural link, they take the brunt of the damage the mechs sustain in combat, without any of the physical damage done to their actual body. This often leads to something akin to "phantom limb" pain in retired pilots, where the pilot will sometimes feel pain in areas where the mech was often damaged. In most schematics of mechs, the pilot's cockpit can be found in the rear section of the mech's skull, where a brainstem would usually be found in most humanoids. Their placement is essential in maintaining control of the mech, and damage to the area can possibly sever the pilot with his ability to control movement.

- Navigators
Navigators represent the "mind" of each machine, and are responsible of the spatial awareness aspect of each machine. They have little control of the machine's movement, however they do maintain control of each mech's ranged arsenal. Navigators are in charge of understanding the mech's surroundings and determining the best course of action, as well as communicating with the other navigators and orders from central command. The Navigator's seat is found in the center of the skull, and is diagonally above the pilot's.
 
Arc 1: The Blossoming

Our story begins with the third generation of pilots & navigators preparing for the grueling final examinations before they are cleared for field missions known as the "Blossoming of the SEED"

Soon the SEEDs would be going out on their own to work towards the goals of EDEN, the worlds shining beacon in the darkness, the ones who kept the world safe. Each of the members had been raised in the confinement of the floating land known as 'The Garden', though now after each was raised to the proper moment they are being given their first push towards the success they must follow of the generation before them. Monsters, the things that plagued this world in hiding had erupted and shown their faces when humanity had least expected it. These were the targets of EDEN and the things they seek to remove from this world, or at least take them down to a minimal threat. Lives were on the line when one went through this lifestyle and it was beyond comprehension if they would be able to pull it off, that was the future to decide. A loud yet monotone ring sounded off throughout the entirety of the land-mass as a robotic voice came across, "Would the third generation please awaken for your daily duties. Please ready yourselves for the day before heading to the canteen, from here you will recieve your schedules. I repeat: Third generation please prepare yourself for the day, from here report to the canteen for further assignment" Before it once again clicked off to the sound of the resonating beep, until that as well dulled into silence.
 
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The beeping rang out into the Navigators barracks, with this Achille's eyes opened slowly from the top bunk and he glanced at the ceiling of the room. He shook his head slightly which sent locks of black one way and then another in quick succession, he sat up and stretched his arms out as the announcement ended leaving the sound of his shoulders popping audible in it's stead. "Well I guess that means we need to start doesn't it?" He spoke and rubbed his eyes slightly.

Landing with a soft thud against the floor, Achille smirked slightly before shaking his head with a soft sigh crossing his lips and releasing itself to the air, "Besides I don't think that we're going to be excused from whatever this assignment is today, call it my intuition. Ladies if you need me I'll be in the male's washroom so don't be shy" He spoke before walking out of the room nonchalantly.

Achille had a bit of a hard time waking up but one he had walked out of the room he practically was. From here he went down the hallway after taking a moment to glance over at the pilot's barracks. He wondered what they were doing this morning and it was his job to find out, making a stop at the Pilot barracks as he knocked on the door. "Lovely Ladies and gent's please wake up, we have buisness to attend to" He spoke in an almost sing-song tune, before turning and continuing towards the washroom once more.

From here he wandered down the hall a bit before entering the washroom, it was set up in a rather futuristic and yet modern way. It looked clean over-all and lacked an extravagant color pattern, save for the plants that rested in their catty cornered pots. He looked to the multiple different shower units that lined the wall, each having the ability to lock and acting as their own individual stall of sorts but the usage of these being hygiene. He moved into one of the shower pods and after a little bit of the water heating he made his way on in and enjoyed the heat rushing over him, their combat uniforms rested on hangars against the wall. Each with the code-number of each individual who the outfit belonged to printed upon it.

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Monica didn't wait for a bell to wake her up. She enjoyed the hour or two before the day began to go through her routine. She'd showered, lukewarm water and had already set her towel and clothes for the day. The uniform shouldn't have any spots on it. It should be clean.

Once she finished changing, the alarm rang as a robotic voice beckoned them for the day. Soon, the other pilots would wake up and Monica would be joining them in the canteen. That is of course, assuming her partner didn't try to flirt with everyone. Sometimes, she wondered if Achilles ever did want to settle down.

"Hah, as if he'd ever consider something like that. Most relationships here are deadweights. There isn't much fun and it gets boring after a while. Although I suppose there is merit behind it." She thought to herself as she made her bed.

"Lovely Ladies and gent's please wake up, we have buisness to attend to!" Of course those were his first words. Monica was tempted to shout back but decided to pay heed to the other pilots in her bunk.

"Good morning! Let's try our best for today. If you need any help, I can always offer some tips." She hoped the new pilots would ask her for advice, but it wasn't a guarantee. Everyone here trained to be here and time was limited. In a way, Monica's mind wandered off to what she'd do after.

She never really thought about it. All things considered she never imagined life outside of EDEN. She enjoyed it far too much. Craved it like a drug. Sighing to herself, Monica sat back on the bed.



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ID #373

A soft sigh escaped the young man's lips as he adjusted his collar in time with the automated announcement. He had already grown accustomed to those poor excuses for an alarm. For the others, they probably saw this "Blossoming of the SEED" as a rite of passage. Something to be proud of. For the pale skinned man, however, this was simply his first step into the grave. Like another certain Pilot, he had made the effort to get up early and prepare. He lingered in front of the mirror within the Male Washroom and fussed with the collar. He found the uniforms to be rather bland and perhaps a little too stifling. It didn't suit him at all. The Pilot took a moment to wet his face and try to wipe the sleep from his weary eyes, but it'd take more than that to fix the dark marks left behind by bouts of insomnia.

"Two years." He could barely remember a day outside of the Garden at this point, nor could he recall the names and faces of those who were perhaps part of his life at one point. Though, it wasn't just an exceptionally bad memory that caused this - he conducted himself in a matter befitting a hermit after all. Never letting others close nor approaching them. Focusing solely on the path ahead and never once stopping to admire the scenery. It had gotten to the point where he could barely even recall who his Navigator was, let alone any of the others who would be undergoing the Blossoming with him. Just as it was likely that they had little to no recollection of him. He had gone out of his way to avoid others as much as possible; even making it a sort of hobby to find well-hidden spots where he could be alone.

In the midst of his thoughts, it seemed that another SEED had entered the washroom. He paid him no mind and made final adjustments to the uniform with his reflection before exiting the male washroom. For now, it seemed that the best bet he had for isolation was to meander through the halls on his way to the canteen. It'd still be a while until the event started. He brought a hand to his white locks and tousled them gently as he slowed to a halt and leaned up against a wall. Just for a moment, he had decided to entertain an idea.

Let's say, perhaps, that he had instead decided to make friends with his fellow SEEDs. That he had formed actual relationships along each step of the training. Flash forward a few months. Someone dies. Grief and guilt fall upon the white-haired boy. Relationships shift and break as time passes - the wound will eventually fade into naught but a scar. But the day comes for his own death on the battlefield. Salvation, at least for him. But, that'd also mean another pang of sorrow rippling through the group. Morale being lost once more. And should he instead survive, he'd have to continue living with the burden of the fallen - someone had once told him that survivors carried the gravestones of their comrades at all times. Indeed, it seemed that memories were nothing but trouble.

He shook his head and closed his eyes. The young man shifted positions - he folded his arms and placed a foot against the wall. Attachments were foolish on this path. He had decided a long time ago that he'd minimize pain through isolation. Another name never learned was another gravestone he'd avoid carrying. As for the love that others perhaps hoped to experience, he found the very notion ridiculous. It was nothing more than juvenile attraction in a vacuum that would soon be heightened by the danger of the situations they'd be thrust into. Perhaps, just for a moment, it'd be nice. But even the sweetest poison would still kill someone. The young Pilot closed his eyes and settled into a state of half-sleep against the corridor's walls. He'd likely need all the rest he could get.


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At the morning wake-up call, Corey groaned and tossed around his bed, trying to smack the snooze button on an alarm clock that wasn't there. In his attempts, he tangled himself within his blanket and rolled onto the floor. Mornings were rarely this bad for Corey, but it was all just another part of life. When he was finally free of his diabolical, he stayed on the ground for a few more seconds before reaching underneath his cot to grab his duffel bag of "contraband." The bag contained his hoodies, a large case of caffeinated mints, his custom helmet, his Bible and most importantly, his handheld gaming console. He took out his helmet and a tin of mints and then stood up. He ungracefully stumbled to his feet, bumping into the bunk next to his and accidentally falling on top of a black haired girl. Blushing, he quickly recovered and grabbed his glasses and EDEN issued toiletries from his table. He shoved them along with the mints into his helmet and rushed out of the Navigator barracks as quick as he could.

Corey made his way to the male washroom, and began his morning routine with a cold shower to wake himself up. He kicked open a shower pod next to an occupied one and turned on the water. The teenage boy shuddered as ice cold water ran down his hair and down his back as he though about why he was here. How did I even end up here? I've always dreamed of being that hero in those anime, piloting a super-cool mech. But this? This is crazy. Fighting monsters with kids that haven't even been outside of the Garden? This would be a human rights violation if the world wasn't so desperate...

Corey shut off the water after a minute or so and he pulled on his combat suit. He then began to finish up his morning rituals: brushing his teeth, popping a caffeine mint and putting on his glasses as he dumped the rest of the stuff back into his helmet. He strolled out of the shower pod and out into the corridor where he noticed a white haired teen napping against the wall. Finding nothing better to do, Corey tapped the teen's arm with his helmet. "Hey, sleepyhead, you good? You have a bunk to sleep on, you know?
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Sleeping in the bed currled up into a ball, laid a small white haired girl who looked no older than 10. The girl looked so peaceful as her thumb wandered towards her mouth, lightly sucking on her thumb as she continued to sleep. She was sleeping next to a stuffed animal bear, who was the color of light brown and milk chocolate mix with black charcoal like eyes and nose. A bell rang out from the ceiling startling the poor girl as she jumped out of bed screaming, though very loud for people to take notice of the event. It took a few moments for the girl to notice that it had just been an announcement.

The cute white haired girl yawned then started to clean up her bed, neatly placing the sheets into the corner of the room. She then placed her bear into her pillow for safe keeping while she was gone. "Nyan~ Minty wants cake....but first...clean up time." Lazily the girl headed towards the woman's shower room, this time making sure that she hadn't sleep walked into the boy's shower room. That entire fasicco had caused trouble for everyone, so she made sure to stay awake this time around while walking in the hallway. Minty had got changed into her small tight fit suit, the hot water had woken her up completely.

The white haired girl quickly bounced out the shower room with a smile, looking down the hallway and noticing other people standing there. Both a white haired and black haired male standing in the hallway, they seemed to be need of a peptalk and thus the need of Minty to cheer them up. Bouncing over there with a smile and super excited features on her face, she nosily yelled ethusatically in the hallway. "GOOOOD MORNING COREY AND DIO! Are you two excited?! I wonder if there is going to be cake...what do you guys think?"
 
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Turning the knob on the shower Achille had finished his shower and wrapped a dried off as he slipped into the combat suit with his number present on it. "326... Shame they can't just use my name" He sighed and shook his head with a look of almost disappointment being held upon it. Moving towards the door he glanced over to the mirror and just admired himself and the outfit as it was, he couldn't help but love how it looked since it was just a dashing outfit and he couldn't help but admire that ravishing man that was just beneath the tight suit. "Well I can't be too upset when I have that handsome devil looking back at me" He jested to himself.. god it was empty in here this morning, a slight grin came to his lips before turning to a soft smile as he left the washroom.

He hummed softly now to a tune that was all too familiar to him until he noticed that Minty, Corey, and Dio. Minty's little outburst didn't surprise him given the girls personality and he walked towards their group and slowed slightly as he passed by them. "Morning my well dressed companions. Ah and good morrow to you my lovely little dove, I hope to see all of you in the dinning hall when your prepared" He said in an excessively smooth and almost fluid tone. From here he continued at his normal pace with the obvious indication as to where he was going, first off he had to make sure his partner was awake... if she was still asleep then that would come to look bad on both of them in the end now wouldn't it?

With that in mind he made his way to the door to the pilots room which he had been at minutes ago and knocked on it once again. "Good morning once more everyone. I just wanted to ensure you were all awake, as well as come by to collect my Juliet. Monica i'll wait until you are ready so we can head to the canteen together." He spoke in the tone which was the same as before which just further indicated that he was being over the top and teasing, he honestly enjoyed doing this more than he'd tell.. regardless of the fact that it was early in the morning and he wouldn't get the best reaction from the less energetic ones. From here he moved back a few steps to wait until he had someone to entertain him, or at least that he could pick around with.

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Dio ID #373

The young man's eyes opened just a crack to catch a glimpse of the Navigator. Though, it still took him a few moments to actually recognize the bespectacled boy. Even after all this time, the Pilot hadn't quite learned the names of everyone in the group - the best effort he put forth was learning the ID numbers for a few of the others. This might as well have been a first impression, but just the vaguest of recollections had floated to the surface of his mind. For reason that he couldn't quite put into words, he had the slightest dislike for him. Perhaps it was because of that strange predilection he had towards those games of his. Keeping hobbies was certainly fine, especially in an environment like this, but it often looked as if he had been engulfed by the games he played. Of course, the fact that he had interrupted his nap only added fuel to the fire.

The Pilot was about to open his mouth when a cacophonous voice rang out in the empty hallway. A small bundle of energy. He wouldn't go as far as to call her the bane of his existence, but her presence did fill him with a certain existential dread. Coincidentally, she was also the Navigator he had been paired up with - something that had convinced the young man that they were simply paired up at random rather than through a careful analysis. Simply put, they were like oil and water. Not foils who played off their mutual differences, but rather diametrically opposed being who really shouldn't have had as much contact with each other as they currently do. He was also extremely of the girl's age. From the way she carried herself and her underdeveloped body, he found it rather improbable that she was actually 16. At the very least, he had expected a partner who took their role seriously rather than the childish girl who he'd likely die near within the next two years.


They were incompatible with each other, or at least that's what he believed. Though he disliked and tolerated others, he never allowed such preferences to get in the way. Comrades, as they were, but he wasn't obligated to like them and tried his hardest to avoid socializing with people in general. Annoyances like these were simply instabilities that he would endure. Perhaps he was slightly disingenuous, he never made his dislike for certain individuals clear of vocalized such, but he was certain that his general demeanor would be enough to dissuade people from trying to chat him up.

Dio. A name that he had been gifted with by an important person whose face he could no longer remember. There even times much like now where he'd find it difficult to recall his own name. He found his ID number preferable - what little identity he had before being inducted into Project EDEN had long been stripped away by the training and his hardened mindset. Just then, another Navigator passed by - the raven-haired casanova. Or at least, that's how he presented himself. Dio was already off to a wonderful start, with 3 out of 3 of the people encountered thus far being those he disliked. In #326's case, his constant flirtations towards literally any girl he came across had lowered Dio's expectations. Perhaps he'd be able to hold his own out there with his Pilot, but he was simply someone he didn't want to associate with. He was slick like grease - and perhaps just as quick to catch fire as well. Mercifully, he had passed them by with just those words alone.

"Ahem... Not really, no. Perhaps there'll be a celebration of sorts afterwards." He closed his eyes as he spoke, barely moving his head in the small girl's direction. Just being in the presence of these three individuals had left him feeling drained. He spoke with a practiced intonation and a careful measured pace, though its rehearsed quality may perhaps have made it come off as detached or devoid of emotional investment. In other words, he spoke as if he were simply going through the motions of it and only because he felt obligated to do so. His eyes opened once more as he stared off in the direction of the canteen somewhere down the empty corridor.


"If that's all, then I'll be on my way. Adiaŭo." And with those words, he stood up straight and began his slow stroll down the hall - there was still a while left before the Blossoming, but he was aware of a few secluded locations where it'd be unlikely for yet another individual to interrupt his nap. Or, if that was unavoidable, he'd hopefully have better luck with the next person who felt compelled to try to interact with him.
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Monica Cromwell


Monica slipped into her jumpsuit, looking at the number "384". It was her number. A simple designation. A line of code that would eventually be put in some boring archive never to be accessed except maybe by a few researchers or administrators.

"Coming, my poor lovestruck Romeo" Monica teased back, grinning as she stepped out of the room to meet Achilles. As she got out, she gave Achilles a gentle smile. No hugs or anything like that. He was flirty enough as it was. She didn't need his hormonal urges acting up before the big test.

"Today's the big day. Let's try to give it our best." She smiled at the trio in the hallway, noticing Dio walking off. She'd seen him before. He was always up, just like her, but thankfully having separate washrooms allowed her to enjoy some privacy and add the fact that he was quiet also helped. He rarely talked, and a silent pilot was a good pilot in her mind.

"Well I see we're all nice and refreshed." Monica approached the duo, smiling at Minty and Corey. Minty. She was a child. Acted like one a lot too. But Monica acted like a big sister half the time. Familial roles were important considering most of them never grew up with any family to begin with. Corey was different. A bit of a nerd. A bit weird with his special helmet but she didn't complain.

"Did everyone sleep okay?" She asked. "Sorry if uh...Achilles gave you guys any trouble. He's really nice if you can ignore all the innuendos." Of course, he was right next to her but she didn't mind. They knew each other better than anything. They'd protect each other. Cover each other. Survival dictated groups were important, and she knew Achilles would make the smart choice when it came to it. As far as his social interactions with the rest of the group, they both had their own ways of breaking the ice.


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Abigail Carlyle ID#314
Abby hadn't slept, not a wink. She was anxious again. Having been laying motionless in bed, she'd felt some of her fellow pilots get up and try to get a jump on the day. Though, she opted to remain silent. In all honesty, she wasn't particularly fond of many of her generation, especially the pilots. She didn't dislike them all, though she did dislike some. It was more of a scenario where she'd every now and again forego interaction unless absolutely necessary. A speak only when spoken to or when courtesy demands it, sort of deal. Abby respected all her peers and always acted in kindness to them. She just wouldn't necessarily call them friends.
She continued to drown in her thoughts, occasionally, glancing at the clock on one of the pillars of the pilot barracks. Soon, it was within a minute of the morning wake up call. Abby quietly watched the second hand, anticipating the ringing.
Even so, the sound startled her. Her nerves were on edge. The girl shot up in her bunk, as if having woken from a nightmare. She'd lain above her covers, not having intended to go down for the night when she had laid down.
Abby sat idly, as if still in deep thought, her jet black hair fallen forward and partially covering her face. Her eyes moved about the room for a moment, everyone was getting up. The day, had arrived.
Then, the shouts of a passing navigator caught her similarly off guard, making her stare wide-eyed in his direction. This feeling faded when she recognized him. It was just Achille being Achille. Abby sighed softly and returned attention to her morning.
Putting the rogue strands of hair covering her face behind her ear, Abby rose to tidy up her already made bunk. She narrowly missed the falling mass of her bunkmate. To whom, she apologized for having exited on their side.
She quickly retrieved what she needed from the locker at the foot of her bunk and hurried to the washroom. She hoped to make at least a little use of the lead she had and pick the shower furthest in the corner, it had the hottest water.
Abby was prone to linger in the shower, more than others, brushing her teeth in there and loving to stand beneath the water and just think. However, today she'd already done enough thinking for her own good and instead finished rather quickly.
Partially changed into her uniform, hair wrapped in her towel and toothbrush in mouth, she returned to her bunk locker. There was an exchange between her shower supplies and her daily bag. From in it, she got out a little music player EDEN had afforded her to use when appropriate.
Abby put one earbud in and began to bring her uniform to spec, thoroughly brush her hair, and anything else she felt she needed to do before heading out of the barracks for the day.
Out in the hall, she waved to the few other 3rds who were there, exchanging good mornings and waited outside the adjacent barracks for her navigator, Rudolph, to emerge.
She swayed dissonantly to the music playing in her ear, quietly singing along. “Cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up….”


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Reina Yokoyama shifted beneath the standard issue blanket they all received as the morning alarm went off followed by their orders for the day. Truth be told by all means she was already late if this was her wake up call. Despite the excitement she held for the day she chose to remain nonchalant. She'd obviously exceed all others during today's exams so there was no need for her to rise early or do anything out of the ordinary. Reina felt fully confident in her skills as a pilot- the Blossoming was simply a stepping stone towards realizing her true potential. What she knew to be true of herself would be recognized and acknowledged by everyone once she passed.

With that thought in mind the young woman stretched and yawned before sliding out of bed. She ran a hand through her mess of platinum blonde hair as she joined the shuffle of pilot SEEDs making their way towards the bathrooms. She overhead one of the other pilots cheerfully offering advice to the rest and couldn't help but to roll her eyes. "As if anyone would need advice from you." Reina scoffed in Monica's general direction, not caring who it was she said it to. She didn't find any of the other 3rd pilots to be particularly skillful or someone to watch out for. In her book they were all the same.

Reina made her way into the bathroom and quickly showered in one of the private pods. Afterwards she left the barracks, headed towards the prep room.
The barracks where separated by class until it came time to suit up in the prep room. There pilots and navigators could mingle before going off to their respective handlers.

It was always a bit chaotic in there as the SEEDs would become more social and active. Already too much chatter for so early in the morning but Reina mostly ignored it, heading directly to her station where her combat suit was waiting. She quickly dressed in the lilac and grey ensemble, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail when she finished. Seeing that her partner and one of the few SEEDs she could stand had not yet arrived, Reina opted to head out into the hallway. There she found the loudest of them all- Minty. Like Reina she was of Japanese nationality but the similarities ended there. She narrowed her eyes in a fierce glare at the obnoxiously loud girl. "The days barely started and you're worried about cake? You should be more concerned with actually passing the exams." Her tone was none too friendly as she approached the girl, arms crossed and a frown on her lips.
 
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[div class=Profile][div class=Title]EDEN PROJECT SUBJECT #342[div class=Name]Corey "C3" Chang[/div][div class=Line1]Role: Navigator[/div][div class=Line2]Location: Hallway/Barracks[/div][div class=Line1]Status: Slightly Awake/Amused[/div][div class=Picture]
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[div class=Text]As Corey's fellow Navigator, Minty, walked up to him and the white haired dude, she shouted, "GOOOOD MORNING COREY AND DIO! Are you two excited?! I wonder if there is going to be cake...what do you guys think?" Corey couldn't help but smile at the petite girl's energy. When she got close enough, Corey tapped her head with his helmet stuffed with clothes and toiletries. "Headshot! Good morning Mint. Nice to see you *yawwn* nice and awake."

"Ahem... Not really, no. Perhaps there'll be a celebration of sorts afterwards... If that's all, then I'll be on my way. Adiaŭo." The white haired guy, named Dio apparently didn't share Minty's enthusiasm, as he walked away. Replacing him was Achilles and his partner Monica, who apologized for his innuendos. Corey had no idea what she was talking about, but assumed that it must have been something that happened as he was spacing out in the middle of the hallway. Just gotta wait wait for the caffeine to kick in, just have to wait.... Corey stifled another yawn as he tapped Monica's head and replied. "Ah, no worries, Monica, I'm used to it. There's always that one guy on the team that won't stop pretending to be gay."

Just then another person joined the party: a white haired girl in her lilac and grey combat suit. She looked a lot like Minty, if Minty looked her age. "The days barely started and you're worried about cake? You should be more concerned with actually passing the exams." Corey wasn't sure if he liked this girl. She seemed to hold an air of superiority around her, and those were the kinds of people that always endanger the team and themselves. Then again, Corey was going to give her the benefit of the doubt, since he didn't know her personally. For all he knew, she was just a tsundere or something. He tapped the newcomer on the head. "Let Mint think what she wants. You just worry about yourself for now." Corey turned to Minty and said. "Don't listen to the meanie, I'll give you my cake if there's any....Anyways, I gotta put my stuff away, see you guys at the mess hall."

Corey walked away from the group and back to the Navigator barracks, where he took care not to alert the girl he fell on top of earlier. He really didn't want to deal with her and any accusations of being too "touchy." Corey went to his bunk and placed the contents of his helmet back where they belong. When he was done, he threw the sheets he left on the floor back on his bed and did his best to tidy up his bunk. When he was satisfied with his bunk, he pulled on his helmet, and took out his gaming console, playing with it as he walked to the door.[/div]​
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Jumping up and down in excitement and talking to the others in the hallway was the highlight of the girl's whole day currently. She didn't notice the awkward feeling that she had placed in the area, concerning her pilot's mood and herself. She knew deep down that she was always overdoing her excitement to others, however it was hard to stop such a habit that has become a regular thing for her. Minty was probably expected to do such things, which was one of the new normals for everyone, unless she wasn't feeling good mentally or physically.

"Corey, I have a question! Do you like to read books? Oh, how about eating snacks?! What's your favorite snack?!" Several questions came spiraling out of the girl's mouth. It became apparent that it would be hard to understand her way of speech unless you were used to her rambling off nonsense questions. Feeling the weight of Corey's helmet, the young girl giggled with excitement as she covered her forehead. When the black haired male removed his helmet from her head, she acted like he had hurt her by closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out at him.

Soon enough another person showed up, Achille, who she believed was Monica's pilot partner. Upon hearing his remark, Minty started to laugh once more as twirled around excitedly but still keeping her silly demenaor. "Boooh! I am not a bird. I am as sweet as a lolipop." The white haired female retorted to Achille as she watched him walk back down the hallway. The other females always had problems with him though Minty never understood as to why they couldn't all just get along.

When she turned back to face them however, she had noticed that her own partner Dio had ran off somewhere as well. "Where did he run off to now?" She silently mumbled to herself as she looked down the hallway to see if she could find him. Monica, the older girl acting as the "big sister" of Minty showed up soon after and offered apologizes for something that Achille had done. The white haired girl didn't really understand why she was apologizing though, however she thought it would be rude not to respond to the brown haired girl.

"Oh it's fine, Achille is not really a bother. If anything I don't see the trouble that he causes the others....." Minty's thoughts trailed on as she heard what Reina had spoken up about what she had said earlier with the cake. Seeing as two more females showed up, Reina and Monica, Minty was excited to see other females joining the group. However what Reina had stated about her made the girl a bit sad, was she being a bother to everyone else? "O-Oh sorry then...." She mumbled her apology as she looked down towards the ground avoiding the platinium blonde's gaze.

The white haired girl had heard what Corey had stated with cake, which perked up the girl's mood slightly. A seemingly awkward mood overplaced the group, well what it felt like to Minty as she stood there quietly while continuing to look down at her shoes. It didn't take a rocket scienetist to understand that Minty had been considerately hurt by Reina's words and was desperately trying to hide it. "Well....I guess I should go as well....I'll just see you guys later then. I'll be in the canteen if anyone would need me...." Without another glance up, the small girl hesitantly waved goodbye before heading down the hall herself and towards the canteen.
 
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Two hues of red turned as he noticed that Monica had been apologizing for what he had done previously which he could kind of understand why since he might've gotten to be a bit of a handful in such. He couldn't help but have a smile pierce his face at their responses, along with the one of Minty which was something he hadn't exactly expected to be a response that would come so quickly. He turned back to the shrinking group, "Why would I want to be gay? There are plenty of extravagant ladies around us it would seem pointless to try and change to something alike such" He sighed and shook his head dramatically his midnight locks swaying slightly as he did. This was until the male he had been speaking with walked off with his helmet in hand, that was somewhat of an rude way to manage things. But he did suppose that originally they wouldn't have been conversing at least not until he brought himself in and from there that could be perceived as impolite.

Once the male had left he heard the other female approach and off the bat she had introduced herself on a sour note. Reina seemed to do that more often than not, she would arrive and with a rather rude overflow of her attitude, each time coming across with a pungent taste that resonated in the audience. He noticed as Minty had began to walk off an immediately felt the need to comfort the girl, his instinct was kicking in by itself but he had another lovely specimen that he needed to greet beforehand. "My my.. I see you're as sharp as ever today. Ever so cruel and yet refined, I bid you good morrow my cold-hearted vixen" He spoke in a rather emotional tone all the while acting a little bit surprised by her way of acting. He smirked after speaking though and turned to Monica all the same, "I believe our freshest member has been a bit wounded at the heart so I'm going to try and help her out." He spoke and nodded to the two of them.

"I'm going to go and try to assist our Minty member. My two lovely ladies I will head on my way now" He spoke before doing a little bow and glancing up at Monica so he could lock eyes with her for just a moment then begin back on his was to go after Minty. It seemed that one way or another each member of this team had some sort of an issue with one another and that just led to even more conflicts arising as a result of one person getting upset and another coming to terms with what they did a little bit too late. He had caught up to the smaller girl rather quickly and walked aside her, "Hey don't let her get to you. She just isn't a morning person so she doesn't know how to be cheerful at all as it seems" He said and looked at the girl who's eyes remained downcast as it seemed. He knew Monica would probably be better at getting her to cheer up but for now he supposed that he would have to do.

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Anastasia Senaviev
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Anastasia grimaced as the morning alarm rang in the room, signaling for everyone to get ready for their daily duties. No matter how many times it plays she’ll never get used to it. She had slept wonderfully the night before, even going as far as to get in bed early. Yet despite getting the extra sleep it was still hard to force herself up. “I’ll give myself 5 more minutes...” She grumbled softly, taking her pillow and using it to cover her face. The girl had a strange feeling in her stomach. It was fluttering with feelings of excitement and nervousness. She knew something big was going to happen today, something life changing, yet she couldn't quite bring it to mind. It'll come to me later... She thought to herself, anxiously shifting around under the black covers.

Just as her 5 minutes of sleep were coming to an end Anya was thunderstruck as a heavy mass fell on top of her body. “Blyat!” She shouted through the pillow, her arms frantically pushing at whatever had fallen upon her. She didn't know if she was being attacked or if it was just a little prank, but she wasn't having any of it, not before she took a shower. Fortunately for both of them the weight was lifted after only a few seconds. Quick to take action, Anastasia took the pillow and swung it violently and blindly in the air, hoping to hit whoever disturbed her. Much to her dismay the pillow hit nothing, leaving the girl sitting up with strands of her long black hair covering her face. Corey, managed to slip away before being spotted by the skin of his teeth to live another day. With a sigh of anger and defeat, the girl quietly hissed out a few more curse words in Russian before deciding to start her morning rituals. There was no point in trying to relax after that whole shebackle.

Grabbing her uniform and towel, Anya hastily made her way out of the navigator barracks and down towards the showers. Along the way she passed by Corey and made eye contact with him, completely unaware that it was the fellow nav that had fallen on her only minutes ago. She gave him a simple nod and continued on her way. Hanging her clothes up just outside of a shower pod Anya cranked the water as hot as it could be and stepped inside, wincing at first to the boiling water but eventually getting used to it. As she stood under the mini waterfall something finally clicked in her mind; today was the Blossoming! The Russian nearly slapped herself for forgetting something so important, especially since it was the day of. If only she knew she'd be up an hour earlier ready to tackle whatever tests would be thrown at her. With another frustrated sigh she turned the shower off early and hastily began to dry and tidy herself up. "What a morning... At least I'm shaking off all my bad luck."

Once she was all dressed Anastasia wasted no time heading towards the canteen, praying that she wasn't late. If she was the last one there she'd surely be disqualified, or at the very least docked points. She couldn't allow that to happen, all her hard work gone to waste. On top of that it'd mean leaving Luka by himself. At the thought of her partner her worries only grew. The boy was very kind and she was glad to have him as a partner, but he was also a bit...off, putting it nicely. She worried that he too might've forgotten that it was the Blossoming, or that he ignored the orders and was just reading a book. Best case scenario he was already in the prep room.

Anastasia arrived at the prep room hoping to see her partner inside, but instead was greeted by a group of both pilots and navigators. She once again let out a sigh, but this time it was one of relief, seeing as she arrived early. "Good morning everyone." She spoke to the group in her fluid Russian accent. The girl's dark blue eyes scanned the room for any signs of her partner. "Today is our big day friends, how are we feeling?" It seemed that there was time to spare, so taking time to talk with the others felt like a good way to pass the time.

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When Corey called her partner gay, Monica couldn't help but chuckle. "He's every flamboyant I suppose. But believe me I've only ever seen him trying to impress the ladies. He's not as complex as you think, Corey."

"And you let me know if he ever does, okay?" Monica leaned down, smiling at Minty. "We have each other's backs, remember?" In truth, Monica didn't know why she was partnered with Dio, but it made it all the same that Minty needed attention. Much like a big sister, Monica tried to give it to her, helping her out and even occasionally defending her if need be. After all, they needed to be in top shape if they were going to be fighting monsters soon.

"I'll join you." Monica responded to Achilles. He'd taken a moment to lock eyes with her, and for the briefest second, their masks were unveiled. The cold expanse that separated them from the other little birds in the cage. For a second, the two of them heading to Minty's aid felt like a pack of hyenas surrounding a wounded gazelle.

"Don't let Reina get to you, Achilles is right. She's just not a morning person and there's a lot of stress going on right now."

Monica didn't like Reina. In fact, if she had her way, Reina wouldn't be anywhere near this academy. She was confident, often too confident. It did a disservice to her to alienate herself from everyone. It was pointless. She felt the need to show she was better and yet for what? Nobody respected her, or at least truly respected her. Skill was important, but a willingness to help secured trust. And Monica felt trust was key in securing a team.

As they reached the canteen, she noticed Anastasia was greeting the group. The girl always seemed to be a little forgetful, but she was still SEED material. And if worse comes to worse, it was better to always have cannon fodder. Didn't history note that such tactics were useful in war?


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Dio ID #373

Clack. Clack. Clack. As expected, the loner had been the first to arrive at the canteen. Though, in spite of the mental drain that came from those three, he had actually found it difficult to resume napping as he sat at an empty table on the far end of the room. And so, to pass the time until the other arrived and they'd receive their orders for the day, he had pulled out one of the few possessions he still had - a kendama. The ball was nicked with small indents and craters while the toy's wooden body was devoid of any identifying marks or logos. As for why he cherished it, those memories had already been lost to oblivion.

Clack. Clack. Clack. The ball hopped from the largest cup to the bottom cup - back and forth with no end. A simple trick that lent itself to mindless repetition. The young man was, at best, decent with the wooden toy. He could pull off a few tricks, but the true sum of his skill showed through a mastery of the basics - like this particular trick. The motions came naturally to him, but he couldn't remember its name. Something Japanese, he recalled someone telling him that. Dio smiled, just slightly, as he continued to maintain the rhythm.

Hearing footsteps from just outside, Dio quickly wound the string up in-between the cups and placed the ball on the kendama's spike before sliding it into a pocket. This was one of the few well-kept secrets he had. It could perhaps be called foolish, but the young man cared about the image he had presented in front of the others. Quiet and serious. More of a machine than a human. Something like this could perhaps shatter that notion. A fascination with a simple toy - something perhaps unique to him and humanizing to the others. It'd be more difficult to deal with his death if they had actually come to care for him after all.

The pilot leaned back in the chair, placed both hands in his pockets, and closed his eyes. He'd pretend to have simply been sleeping as he waited for the day to start. In the midst of silence, he could just barely make out some greetings being exchanged outside the doors. The voice was muffled, but that accent was enough to identify her as that one Navigator. Someone he didn't have problems with, on the basis that he had simply never talked to her.

Everything would soon come to an end soon. The peaceful days of training and the innocence of the Garden would soon be replaced with giants of steel and fights to the bitter end with inhuman and strange enemies.For a moment, even he wondered if something in him could change. But he reassured himself; he hadn't changed in the slightest from the day he had stepped into the Garden. With a deep breath, Dio steeled himself for the opening of the door and the rest of the SEEDs flooding in.
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"Sigh....maybe I overdid it with the cake thing? I hope I didn't cause any disturbance...." Minty's expression was crossed between being sad and happy. She was trying to force herself to smile, which wasn't working no matter how she tried it. All her thoughts kept going to what Reina had told her, she was seriously depressed by her own actions now. The small girl continued to walk down the hallway with her head down, she was too distracted to notice that she was nearing the wall until it was too late.

Without a second warning, Minty hit the wall with her forehead and dropped down to the hall floor. On her forehead was now a big read spot from where her forehead had connected to the metal wall. "O-Ow..." She winced as she quickly rubbed her head and picked herself back up. Soon enough however, her other teammates came to cheer the small girl up.

Seeing her big sister Monica coming over to cheer her up as well as Achille made her a bit more happy. However majority of her emotions were being held down by sadness, she tried to not let it show around them however. "Thank you for trying to cheer me up....but I'm fine honestly! All it takes is a little cake to cheer me up." She put up a facade in front of them, smiling as carefree as she could manage. While walking to the canteen, the white haired girl had noticed Anastasia who appeared to be in great spirits.

"Hello Anastasia." Minty greeted her with a small smile before continuing on her way. Once reaching the canteen, the girl quickly walked into the room and sat down at a bench. She was too emotionally tired already to notice that her partner was also in the room as well, right now she just wanted to go back to sleep. So the girl placed her head on the table in a attempt to get some sleep.
 
Rudolph was up. Had been up for the past hour. As he tended to do. Woken up by his internal alarm clock. For one, he had been here long enough that waking up early was second nature. Secondly, it was a lot easier to get ready without competition. The dorms were already a madhouse as it was... and he couldn't wait until he got his own room.

Well. Not his own. Of all the people he could have been paired with... it ended up being the squirrely goth girl. While it could have been worse... it could have been better too. Didn't matter at this point anymore. There wasn't exactly say in that matter.

Rudolph was already ready. Dressed in the white SEED uniform, and sporting a matching patrol cap and attention but clipboard in hand. Having already taken the tests, he didn't bother getting into his jumpsuit. He walked through the halls, not paying much attention to the other SEEDs as they bantered and scurried about. Not to ignore them, he just had his eyes set on the one intent on holding up the wall.

Abigail. The said squirrely goth girl. His partner. Staring intently at the nav dorms. He stood near her a few moments. Until it was clear she wasn't likely to notice him. So he reached up and pulled the ear bud put of her ear. "You can cut yourself later." He said dryly, "Come on." He said and walked past her without another word. Expecting her to follow.

Walking down the hall, he passed her the clipboard he was holding. "These are what records of the others I was allowed to get ahold of and I made a little chart. We are going to watch the tests. So make notes." He told her. He had got this stuff ready after he himself got ready. Afterall, if he was working with them, he figured it a good idea to learn how they do. "First. The canteen."


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Abigail Carlyle ID#314
The other candidates in and entering the corridors, probably also on their way to the mess hall, grew in number. She'd taken in most of their interactions, at least peripherally, having had only one earbud in. Couldn't say anyone acted out of the ordinary. Or their ordinary, anyway. Her presence had gone mostly unnoticed, as preferred. Well, until Rudolph came along.

“Oh my goodness...” Was all Abigail could manage to say as she skipped to the side and put her back against the wall to face whoever had pulled the music out of her ear.
She looked at Rudolph like a deer in headlights just long enough to feel weird about it and lower her gaze. Abby might have found his comment about the song lyrics funny, hadn't it mostly work to make her feel embarrassed that he had been listening. How long had he been standing behind her? She wondered.

Rudolph moved on passed her with his usual “no nonsense” demeanor and Abigail followed as expected, scrambling a bit to catch up. After a moment of building up the nerve to clear the awkwardness she felt after having been snuck up on, she spoke.

“Good morning, Rud-.” but was cut off by him handing her a clipboard and starting again. She took hold of it, alternating glances between its contents and Rudolph as he spoke.
She'd initially been relieved with her being partnered with him. Figuring, his certainty and leadership would offset her….self. It had started to become apparent to Abby that the comfort she found in his tendency to be in control, came at the price of always being under his thumb.

It was commonly understood that in their partnership, like the others, rested countless lives. As a result, she tried her hardest to gain more than just a tentative acceptance from him. She felt that his coldness toward her was no doubt a byproduct of her mediocrity.

“I understand.” Abby responded, bringing the clipboard closer to her as they walked to the canteen.

She took notice of the room as they entered. Celebratory banners with the EDEN insignia strewn about the high ceilings were about the only things so far that separated today from any other day. That is, besides an absentee tension Abby felt everyone only brought more attention to the harder they ignored. As much as some people would like to pretend it was not a big deal, everything came down to this examination. A consequence of reality was that quite literally anything could happen. These two notions meeting on this day created a pressure that Abby found incredibly hard to believe even the thickest of candidates were oblivious to. God knows she felt it when it had been her turn.

Abigail greeted Minty and Dio as she broke off from Rudolph, who was in step to get himself some food, and found her seat at his usual table.

“Good morning, Dio, Minty. How are the two of you doing today?”

She did so out of courtesy more than genuine intrigue, figuring Dio would divulge very little and Minty would….well, be Minty. Abby put one earbud back in, to add a little flavor to probably well predicted responses.



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[div class=Profile][div class=Title]EDEN PROJECT SUBJECT #342[div class=Name]Corey "C3" Chang[/div][div class=Line1]Role: Navigator[/div][div class=Line2]Location: Canteen[/div][div class=Line1]Status: Awake/Hungry[/div][div class=Picture]
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Coming out of the barracks, everyone seemed to have left for the canteen. Corey turned on the music player in his helmet and took his time walking, he was going to finish this level, and it would be lot easier without people staring over his shoulder. He really didn't like the attention; especially from people like Minty who would keep on asking him questions about his game. Nothing against Minty though. She was like an adorable little sister, but one must wonder what the heck EDEN did to her mind and body. She was 16 and she looked and acted like a 10 year old. To be perfectly honest, out of all of the people he's met, the only sane ones were Rudy, Abigail, and Michael. The others are very questionable. He would count Monica as sane, but honestly, no one's that cheerful. It's like they say, "The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest." Ugh. I'm depressing myself. But...some of what this project does is just wrong. My scars are proof of that...

He shook his helmeted head as he got to the canteen. He paused his game and slid the console into one of the pockets in the suit before walking in. The device would just draw unwanted attention, not that his helmet didn't already do the job for him. He plopped himself down next to a saddened Minty trying to nap, Corey ruffled her hair and lifted her head up."Hey, Mint. You still sad about what that meanie did to you? Come on, don't let her bother you. You haven't done anything wrong. Besides, didn't I promise you my cake if there's any?

Looking up, Corey addressed the others, "Morning, Chili (Achilles)! Morning, Monica! morning...Ana...(Anastasia)" A blank look covered Corey's face as he greeted Anastasia. Luckily, his helmet covered his expression. He really hoped that she didn't know it was him who fell on her. She was not happy when he did that. The amount of swear words she produced reminded Corey of those toxic Russian players he would encounter occasionally. It was hilarious over voice chat, but in real life, Corey feared for his safety. He then noticed the two sane ones coming in and quickly addressed them so that he wouldn't have to talk to Anastasia. "How are you two doing this fine morning?" Looking for something to keep him occupied, he noticed Abigail was wearing earbuds. "What are you listening to, Abs (Abigail)?"
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The male followed in accordance to the other members and had entered the canteen without another issue. He would contest what the girl said but at the same time he knew that letting her hurt might be the best for her. Seeing her sit down he patted her on the back gently, "If you feel lost or like you're sinking just rely on your friends. We're here to pick you up" He spoke with a degree of courtesy to his tone. With that remark he took a step back and allowed Corey through with his morning greetings, "Morning to you as well my friend." He said and gave a two-finger salute to his companion.

Turning he noticed Anastasia and waved, "I see you have awoken as well. I hope you have the best results during the testing, I would hate for a beauty such as yourself to witness failure" He said and gave a slight bow before walking past them and over to the further end of the tables where it was empty. He sat down and laid his hands atop one another on the table with a small sigh escaping from his lips. Eyes shutting for a meager four seconds before opening again and viewing all of the members in the room, he had seen what EDEN had to offer and honestly... it wasn't the most promising of things. He figured at least one team would have difficulty when it came to surviving out in the field.. but for now he had to hope for the best of them.

He always knew that people had a weakness to them, no matter who you were that was something that built up within the people. That and the fear that you gained in combat, some people didn't use that though. You use your own fear to frighten what you're up against.. as soon as you frighten them you can take them out with ease. "One by one..." He muttered under his breath and looked between each of the other SEEDs, there was hope regardless in this group.

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Of course, the young man instantly opened his eyes upon hearing his name, perhaps giving the impression of a rather incredible sense of awareness that penetrated the depths of slumber. It took slightly less time than usual for him to recognize the girl - #314, a fellow pilot. And, if he was remembering it correctly, she had also been in actual combat situations alongside her Navigator, making this little more than a formality for them. Though he didn't share her taste in music nor aesthetics, she was nonetheless someone who had warranted his respect as a result of her experience.

"Greetings. I'm doing fine, the same as usual." And as she probably expected, Dio had given her a curt answer - a mere formality considering that she already had an earbud back in one ear. His gaze briefly lingered on his navigator, who had taken a position near him and was now using the table as a pillow of sorts. It was perhaps unusual, considering how energetic she usually was, but something that would probably solve itself without his input. Or at the very least, someone else would be more eager to tackle the problem instead of him.

Dio folded his arms as he sat up straight and scanned the room once more - it seemed that there was at least one or two people still missing. Pilots, he believed - though he hadn't checked the dorm since he woke up. It'd likely only be a matter of time before they showed up, but it's be rather troublesome if the Blossoming was delayed to account for their tardiness.

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Rudolph promptly got into the line, and patiently waited despite the atmosphere. He wouldn't put it pass some of them to be too nervous to eat, but he certainly wasn't. Then agaim, he wasn't taking a test. (Though he did eat breakfast then too) Today, however, he didn't get anything big. Since he did not know how quickly the announcement would come. However he did have a suspicion there would be time, given that nutritional health was important to keen minds.

He gathered himself a tray, and got himself a breakfast sandwich. Egg, cheese, and tomato between two pieces of flatbread. Along with a carton of milk. Before moving on, he took his time picking out an orange. Picky about his fruit. And moved on.

Now, Rudolph wasn't exactly a fan of drinking milk with something with tomato. But it was either that, water or orange juice. And orange juice with an orange was redundant. And he didn't feel like water with his meal.

After that pointless digression of information, Rudolph made his way to his table. Sitting at the corner, directly across from Abigail. He gave her a short glance. Taking note she wasn't eating. He didn't like it when she skipped breakfast. Especially when, in his mind, they could be called at any minute.

Now, it never really bothered him before. Well, it did. But he never cared enough to say anything. But now that she was his pilot, his safety was in her hands. "You really need to start eating breakfast. They don't call it the most important meal of the day for nothing." He said flatly as he began peeling his orange.

Finally, he looked over. "Good morning, Dio. Minty. Are you two ready for the test?" He asked casually. Pausing in his peeling of an orange as he noticed he wasn't eating either. Nor Minty.

With a slight frown, Rudolph put the orange on the table and rolled it over to Abigail. A shame... he was looking forward to that. He should have gotten orange juice...


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