Hack505<br/>Then.<br/>The training for this little girl seemed rather intense, maybe you felt bad for how the instructors treated her, they didn't give her any special treatment since she's less than five feet tall and looks to be fourteen, even though she had just recently turned nineteen. Her training really wasn't public, you knew it has a lot to do with electronics and high voltage wires since she would show up for class with her body length long black hair standing on end and burn marks over her hands. Not changing from her plain emotionless face the whole time. Staying away from most people all anyone had really heard her say was<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">“Excuse me”</span>when she needed to get by, the answers to questions and<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> “Good night”</span>as she went off to bed, never failing to say it each and every night.<br/><br/>Now.<br/>Wearing her normal overly large hoodie which goes down to her knees, a black poke-ball in the gray cotton, her pale bare legs and bare feet padding across the green grass while she walks. Trampling the green blades while she tried to find a spot to view the now apparent valley.<br/><br/>Having not said a single word the whole disc ride she found it harder and harder to keep the wonder out of her little eyes.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">“Whoa”</span>she gasped silently while they road. Taking out a phone and snapping a picture. How the hell did she get a phone out here? Tapping away at the keypad of her simple flip phone.<br/><br/>Then while she was in the middle of text the floor gave way and the small girl made a cute<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">“Oop”</span>sound before plummeting into the water a few bubbles broke the surface before her small frail arms grabbed the ice around the edge very thankful for it. Crawling her way across the ice onto the shore looking around with startled big eyes.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">“W-why isn't Bonfire with us?”</span>Looking very worried the small girl obviously hadn't seen him leave.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>FullMetal<br/>Then.<br/><br/>Full Metal, as he liked to be called never told anyone his real name. If anyone had of realized he took every part of his look from the Character off Full Metal Alchemist, the red cloak, braided blond hair, if anyone had seen the show they might think he had been a live action actor, he looked almost perfectly like the character. Except he was taller, something he was constantly groaning to himself whenever he looked in a mirror<span style="color: DarkGreen">“Too tall”</span>he would grumble every single time he caught his reflection in any sheet or metal or window. His training had been fairly public, showing off his ability to turn his body into steel and lift massive amounts of wight. Turning his arms and legs into weapons. He has tried to make friends with the group but in their very little time together he had made very little progress. He had done fairly poorly in both physical and studious efforts and was seen sort of as a slacker.<br/><br/><br/>Now.<br/>Having not said a word until they got on the metal disc the one armed man attached his metal prosthetic to a ring on his shoulder, flexing a few times to make sure it worked properly he had full control of the steampunk styled appendage. Nudging Nova with his shoulder<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “BloodyMary sure knows how to be a right bitch doesn't see?”</span>Chuckling to himself he watched everything pass by, making note of the tower's location in relation to his own.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“Two miles... three miles”</span>He kept counting until he got to four and a half and was cut off mid sentence going head first into the water below, quickly sinking to the bottom with wide eyes and no air in his lungs. Chains wrapped around him and he was quickly pulled to the surface.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“Thank you! Dear god thank you!” </span>He sputtered and rolled onto his back looking up at the rising run, peaking out over the rocky tops.<br/><br/>He stood up and shock water off of himself. Groaning in the displeasure, he threw off his coat next to the showers and groaned.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“It's going to take hours to get all this salt out of my hair...”</span>He groaned once more taking off his white gloves and throwing them beside the red overcoat. Only wearing a black tank top now.<br/><br/>Looking at the bickering group, the nearly in tears little girl and the few people still trying to get out of the water he sighed. Looks like there were a few things left to work on.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Hey guys!” </span>Shouting very loudly. Hoping everyone would turn to look at him and he smiled.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Remember the lessons Ante taught us? They thrive of anger, just chill and try to relax, they can't even see that beam of light, everyone just think happy thoughts and we'll be fine. We could be out here for a week and not have to worry about anything really.” </span><br/><br/>Smiling and laughing a bit<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Now how about we dry off our wet cloths and get some breakfast ready? Chiara will you help me get the food ready?” </span>He spoke as if he was the leader of the group, talking like they would just accept his word as law, regardless of how much sense he was making it would most likely annoying some of the people in the group.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>