<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_u">Pagasa</span></span><br/><br/>The dormitories were a little cramped, and the faint smell of baby excrement was ever present in the narrow hallways.  After a hundred years, that smell was never going to go away.  Being quite popular with the young children, Pagasa sometimes found her own mat with a puddle of piddle, but this morning was not one of those mornings.<br/>Pagasa's routine always started with her eyes snapping open before the sun itself wakes.  The time it takes her to get ready is brief.  In her own small room she changes in to her simple hunting gear which consists of a small top, shorts, a loincloth made from a fox's hide, and her mother's old boots. (Her weapons were never kept in her room.  Just in case the ship hits some extreme turbulence, Pagasa didn't want to accidentally be gut in her sleep.)<br/>In the communal washroom she splashes her face with water to wash away the remnants of sleep.  Lastly she secures her hair in to a bun with some homemade clips and pins.  With her hair tucked up, Pagasa's neck looked long and graceful, but it drew attention to the number of scars she had running down her back and arms.<br/><br/>Pagasa was always early, especially for hunting and gathering missions, but today, perhaps it was her long, thick mane of hair that took a little longer to fix, or perhaps sleep clung stubbornly to her face, but she was running a little late.  She liked having a lot of time to finish what needed to be done to work as efficiently as possible.  Right now she didn't have too much extra time, but before heading to the armory Pagasa still made sure to grab a bit to eat: two bananas and half a coffee bean for energy.<br/>A few people were up and about at this point, mostly workers and merchants.  Pagasa and these people only ever exchanged polite nods, nothing more.<br/><br/>After swiping her spear and dagger at the armory Pagasa rushed to the landing area.  There was something cool on the side of her lip, but she was too distracted to pay it much mind.  She looked a little flustered, which was very much unlike her,<br/><strong>"I'm sorry I'm late."</strong>Pagasa said, painfully aware of her unusual tardiness.  True, she was not actually tardy, but she was usually the first or second at the landing strip, and it disappointed her that she was third.<br/>After doing a quick sweep of the group, Pagasa noted that Delilah was right and that their captain was not among them.  Possibilities of why he could be late ran through Pagasa's head, but she didn't bother to verbalize these thoughts.  She barely ever spoke unless directly spoken to.<br/>Sheepishly Pagasa wiped the cool area by her lip when she realized it was a spot of banana she had eaten earlier.  Hopefully no one noticed.