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Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells

"Let's go outside"

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a character in “Boot Camp for Heroes”, as played by Sonohra

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Full Name: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Orientation: Straight

Role: Camper




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Personality:
Jace is generally a quite girl, but she loves to do anything active like sports or training. She is very friendly and kind, and always tries to put a smile on your face. She will do anything for anyone, especially her friends.On the other hand, Jace is known for her ill-temper when it comes to mean people. When she feels that someone is being rude or mean, she will not hesitate to insert herself into their business.


Strengths:
- Athletics
- Making others smile
- Compliant

Weaknesses:
- Staying out of other's business
- Not eating for more than a few hours makes her extremely sick
- Getting into fights

Fears:
- Water; she can't swim

Power:
Jace can teleport short distances in the blink of an eye. From one place to another, no questions asked. She has a hard time teleporting far distances, and without an exact location, her teleporting can end very badly. She can take people when teleporting, but only up to two people at a time.



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Quirks:
- Bouncing up and down when she's becoming impatient
- Walking around in just a bra

Hobbies:
- Climbing trees
- Parkour
- Listening to music

Their Song: Countdown by Synchronice

So begins...

Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells's Story

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Character Portrait: Patricia Amelia Carmichael Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: James Stone Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras Character Portrait: Ross Reid
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Amira ‘Red’ Devaroh
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Amira was up by 5:35 am. Meditation passed the half an hour or so she had to kill. Even though she had been at camp for several years she did not leave the cabin until 6:00 am on the dot. Better to not piss off Jeremiah on the first day back. Dressed in black shorts, a white tank, and grey running shoes with her hair pulled up she headed out on her morning jog. She had been cutting out this path in the woods for three years now. She knew where every fallen log, every rocky ledge, and every vine infested part of the trail was. She could almost run her path with her eyes closed. She took deep even breaths as she picked up her pace, sweat beading on her forehead. She spotted her old cedar tree with a slight indent in the middle and grinned. This is where her trail got fun. About a year and a half back she had started picking up parkour...and now she incorporated it into her run every morning. She ran up the tree, using her momentum she pushed off the center indent and grabbed a branch, swung around twice Olympic style and landed on another branch. She felt it bow under her weight and sighed.

"Couldn't have gained that much..." She grumbled to herself as she shot forward jumping for another branch, then swinging from another. She loved her morning run and was fairly proud of her athletic abilities. After a half an hour of branch bouncing she landed lightly on the ground and continued on her run.

Amira only stopped her run for one thing, the relatively large creek a little further than halfway through her run. She paused long enough to wash herself down in the stream, braid her hair and catch her breath....and then she was off again. When she got to the end of her route, at the edge of camp, she started her cool down stretches.

Checking her watch she smiled. It was only 7:00 am. A new record for her.

Amira spotted Jeremiah and waved but didn't bother trying to make conversation. He was busy and she wasn't much of a talker in the morning...in her opinion, it would be a perfect world if everyone only hugged and drank coffee before 10:00 am.

Amira finished her stretches and went to her cabin. She changed into a black Godsmack v neck tee, a pair of skinny jeans and her wedge boots and headed to the kitchen. She liked to help out in making the food when she could.

"Hey guys" She called to the staff. She got a warm welcome back of hugs and pats on the back before she started making breakfast with the rest of the staff.

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Jace was up at 5, and waited restlessly to leave the cabin. As soon as the clock struck 6, she was out of bed and outside. She went to the trees to climb them. It was her favorite part of this camp. Waking up early and sitting in the trees, watching people walk by. She called out to her brother as he made his morning routine to the cafeteria. He smiled at her, but said nothing and continued on. He was always so soft spoken.

When Jace saw Amira in the trees, but stayed quiet and watch. She tried not to interrupt her morning routine. She had noticed that she was not a morning person, and so she let her have her peace. When it turned 7, she headed to the cafeteria, running into Jer as he made his way back to the cabin. She gave him a hug and continued on. She saw Amira is the cafeteria. She waved and said, "Hi, Amira!" Jace jumped into help.

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Character Portrait: Patricia Amelia Carmichael Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras Character Portrait: Amira 'Red' Devaroh
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Victor Artoras
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Every night it was the same dream; he was already well into the vault, sticking to the shadows and minding his cover. Just ahead of him was the briefcase with the codes, the only reason he was this far into the job in this god forsaken desert facility. He just had to cross the ten feet ahead of him, grab the case, and jump out and into the night. He'd be paid, whatever plan the crazy cape he got the job from would be able to be put into motion, and the suits would be the ones to sort it out. That's when the world around him exploded into light and sound, and he woke up. Every night, Victor had to relive the last time he'd failed, and every morning he woke up in a cold sweat, swearing quietly and forcing himself to calm down. His phone buzzed it's own staccato rhythm next to his head in an attempt to rouse him before it got too bright outside, the clock flashing at him the time. "Christ, it's 6:45. Fifteen minutes this damn thing has been going off, and I've been off in my own psyche trying for that damn briefcase. I suppose I ought to get out of bed and get actually dressed." Victor thought idly, tapping out a pattern on the face of his phone and sitting up.

He rose from his bed in the center of the room, glancing around at the bunks without really seeing anything, and got dressed. Victor stared at his bed for a bit longer than necessary, debating making the bed before deciding it wasn't really worth it, and grabbed his essentials from his pack: wallet, sunglasses, lighter, and a fresh pack of cigarettes. Turning sharply on his heel and putting the sunglasses over his eyes, Victor stepped into a dark corner of the cabin and emerged just outside the bathroom on the other side of the camp, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs off of it. He stepped inside and took a long look at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair and fussing with the collar of his jacket. Satisfied, Victor stepped out of the bathroom, into the darkened spot he emerged from, and out of a similarly dark area just outside of the cafeteria. He walked over to a picnic table somewhat in the shade and sat down, staring out across the camp blankly, not really registering anyone or anything moving across his field of view.

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Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: James Stone Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Ross Reid Character Portrait: Amira 'Red' Devaroh
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With a nudge to his shoulder Ross rolled his eyes awake with large yawn, kicking off his blankets and placing them under his legs all while rubbing his eyes and cracking his knuckles. A couple of minutes passed, figuring he should get up he let out a sigh while throwing his legs off of the bed and onto the floor. Mornings were not his strong suit, a schedule wasn't either and to be on a schedule where you had to be up by 7 was just awful. Ross did a slight jump to get the blood flowing and proceeded to change, or at least to a point. He changed out of tank top and into a white baseball shirt with grey sleeves he didn't bother to change out of his red plaid pajama bottoms and slipped on an old pair of skate shoes.

Stepping outside gave him a slight chill but it was nothing too extreme. Shrugging it off he made his way to the cafeteria, there wasn't many people around that he could see but not everyone immediately goes for the where they keep the food as soon as they wake up, he may be smaller be he can pile food away. When he got to the cafeteria he tripped inside, catching onto a chair before he slowly let himself slide to the ground. "Good job Ross." he murmured getting back to his feet. Shaking his head he couldn't help but laugh at himself and with a smile on his face he grabbed an orange and sat in a chair closest to the wall with his feet up on another waiting for everything to be ready.

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Amira ‘Red’ Devaroh
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Amira spotted Jace as she entered the cafeteria. Jace gave her an enthusiastic wave and hollered ‘hello’ as she jumped into the jumbled mess that was the kitchen staff.

“Morning Jace, wanna give me a hand with these scrambled eggs?” She called as she started taking pans of food out to the main table were everyone dished themselves.

Once everything was set up she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at a table a little further towards the back so she could do one of her favorite pass times. People watching.

Amira watched Victor come out of the shadows and smiled. What a cool ability…she wondered for a moment if she could mimic it if she got close enough…Then she shook her head and laughed at herself. She did her very best to avoid using her own powers.

Noah walked in just behind Victor looking like super tired. Poor kid. She gave him a friendly smile as he found a seat.

Next there came Ross. When he got to the cafeteria he tripped inside, catching onto a chair before he slowly let himself slide to the ground. Amira giggled as she heard him mutter "Good job Ross." To himself. She watched him laugh at himself and shake it off. Dang his smile was pretty damn sexy. She shook her head. Too much time alone. She thought to herself as she watched him grab an orange, sit down and put his feet up on another waiting for everything to be ready.

Amira sighed as she sipped her slowly cooling coffee and waited for the others to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras Character Portrait: Ross Reid Character Portrait: Amira 'Red' Devaroh
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Victor Artoras
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Victor took one last long drag off his cigarette, burning it down to the filter before stubbing it out on the picnic table and tossing the butt into a trashcan. He saw people enter the cafeteria, but only saw one of his campers. "I guess Trish is still asleep. Jace wakes up at the crack of dawn so she probably already went in there. Hm. Ghost is probably off doing his own thing again. That's none of my business." Victor mused, rising from the table and strolling back towards the darkened spot. He emerged from a similar spot inside the cafeteria and immediately made a beeline towards the food, getting a plateful of everything except the eggs and a cup of coffee. Victor glanced around curiously for Jace before deciding to sit near Jeremiah.

Once he sat down, Victor immediately began wolfing down the various meats and other breakfasty items on his plate with occasional pauses to drink from his coffee. "So, dude, do I really have to take my campers down for combat training? It'd be damn embarrassing for them to see me get picked up and thrown around like a rag doll man. I mean, come on; I've got no straight up hand-to-hand skill. It's all cloak and daggers and setting other people up to fail before they even get in the ring. You know that more than anyone else." Victor said between mouthfuls, jabbing his fork in Jeremiah's direction. "I guess pretty much all of my campers have a good amount of combat skill, and it's just me that has to skulk around and wait till things are unfair for the other person, but come on man. I'm all about mobility, not punching a dude's skeleton out of his body." Victor continued, taking a few gulps of his coffee and gathering up the last of his food with his fork when he finished. He knew he would probably end up taking his campers down to the ring anyway, but he enjoyed complaining and giving Jeremiah a bit of a hard time was one of his few antagonistic pleasures since he switched from a life of crime to whatever it was he could be said to be doing now.

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Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Ross Reid Character Portrait: Amira 'Red' Devaroh
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His concentration was broken by the silhouette of a girl in the shadows. Upon further inspection, Greg noticed that her hair was an unnatural shade of red, and she was casually leaning against a tree, her hands in her jean pockets. Even more, the girl's eyes were intensely staring in his direction. Clearly, she was watching him.

Greg hadn't bothered to learn her name, but he had seen her face around the camp many times before. In fact, this redhead, whoever she was, seemed to be everywhere. Obviously she had the spirit of the camp that Greg lacked. Either that, or she just liked to make her presence known. She was definitely doing that right now what with staring at him while he was just drinking his morning coffee and puffing away at a cigarette.

Eyes glaring back at hers, he blew gray smoke from out of his mouth, and straightened his posture. "Can I help you, miss?" he asked. His gruff voice sounded polite, yet slightly annoyed.
“You okay?” she called out. Greg was somewhat taken aback by this. Of all the things she could have said, she asked him if he was okay.
He put the cigarette back in his mouth, and puffed on it for a few seconds. "Dandy," he replied with slight sarcasm, "Better than I've felt in recent years."

Greg wasn't really in the mood to have a full-blown conversation with this girl, so he decided it was best to get her to move somewhere else. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked, "How 'bout you go tell Victor...or even Jeremiah that I'll meet up with everyone once combat lessons start." He furrowed his eyebrows, "Can you do that, please?"




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Before Gregory Reach (or 'Ghost', as some people called him,) had appeared through the wall in front of Kitty, both Amira and Ross had talked to her about the combat training they would be experiencing later on.

“Practice makes perfect…trust me," Amira said, "I’ve gotten my butt whooped more often than not…just keep practicing...and don’t let the losses get to you.” With wide eyes and blushing red cheeks, Kitty nodded. It was nice of Amira to give encouragement and advice. After all, she seemed the type to have a lot of experience with combat. Still, Kitty had not intended for Amira to hear what she had said about her, and felt lucky that she hadn't said anything disrespectful.

Ross had then made a comment about how he tended to stick to tricks that used low energy instead of high energy. Kitty wasn't sure how that translated to her wind manipulation, but she nodded nontheless. After she had yelled in fear, Ross grabbed unto her forearm, steadying her in case she fell. Fortunately, she didn't, and so the young woman straightened up her posture, and started to laugh.

”Y'know, He knows how to make an entrance,” Ross said.
"Mmmhmm. Definitely. Almost pissed myself."
“Hey, now you can say your morning was entertaining.”
He smirked, and she gave a small chuckle while sipping down the last of her coffee. "Sure thing, Ross."

Once she was finished her breakfast, Kitty brought her trash over to the garbage can, waving to Noah when she passed him. His power was telekinesis - a power that Kitty had wanted ever since she was a kid. Her power granted her the ability to lift things using gusts of wind, but not lift them with the same formality that telekinesis implied. Deciding that it was better to do something than nothing, she entered the kitchen, seeing if there was cleaning to be done. She found Jacelyn helping out, and decided that she would do the same. "Hey Jace," she said brightly,
"What's up?"

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Jace looked up, hearing her name being called. "Hey Jace," A girl's voiced called out brightly, "What's up?" Jace turned to see that it was Kitty. She smiled wide in reply.

"Good morning!" She looked down at her soap covered hands and the back to Kitty. "I'm just helping my friends with the kitchen. Do you... want to help?" Jace held out a sponge for Kitty to take.

She looked into the cafeteria to see new kids had come in. James, Noah, Gregory... Jace went back to her dishes as she watched her older brother talk to Amira... She knew Amira liked her brother, and she hoped that Jeremiah would get the hint. She turned to Kitty. "Tell me honestly. Don't lie to me. What do you think of my brother?"

She wanted to know if Amira was the only one who liked Jer, or just everyone else was really good at hiding it. Jace put down the plate she was cleaning and turned off the facet, then turned to look Kitty dead in the eye.









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Jer saw James walk in and sit by himself, and looking again, he saw Noah alone as well. Jeremiah smiled and patted Victor on the back and said, "Gotta go be camp head right now, so see you at training," before walking off. He walked to James, talking his plate form in front of him with one hand and grabbing his chair, with him on it, with the other hand.

He lifted the chair and set him down next to Noah. Jeremiah placed James' food on the table and then sat across from them. He smiled at them. "James, this is Noah. Noah, this is James. You both know me." He began to say. "I have watched the two of you for a while now, and you are both very quiet, but I feel like the two of you would make good friends."

Jeremiah looked at James specifically, being that Jer was his mentor. He really did feel that these two could be good friends. From what he knew of them anyway. He didn't want anyone suffering through this camp. It was supposed to be a relief from those who would mock them for their powers. These two kids were a little easier than Gregory. These two were just shy and quiet. Gregory is just completely distant and reserved. "What do you think, kids?"

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Victor shook his head, coming back into focus just in time to hear Jeremiah excuse himself. "Huh? Yeah, you got this. Go do... whatever, chummer. You da best." He muttered vaguely, waving with his free hand as he scooped up the last forkful of his meal and popped it in his mouth. "Hm. Fight like me. How am I supposed to show that off? Hide until the last second and drop on somebody? I don't have much of a style, more a good chance at taking a cheap shot every now and then. Eh, I'll figure it out." Victor contemplated, chewing slowly and staring off into space. He downed his cup of coffee, grimacing slightly at how cold it had gotten, and rose with his plate. "I probably ought to at least try and find Jace and let her know we probably won't be sparring with Jer's campers. Don't want someone gettin' hit with a thing they ain't prepared for." Victor continued in his head, ambling in the direction of the kitchen and dropping his empty cup in the trash.

The light from the fixtures above him streamed through his sunglasses, making him grimace again in spite of himself. He approached the kitchen, pushing the door open with his shoulder and making a beeline for a stack of dirty dishes near Kitty and... "Ah! There you are, Jace. Just droppin' this stuff off. Oh, by the way, I don't think we're gonna spar with Jer's campers. Doesn't seem too fair, pitting the mobility type people against the strength ones. 'Sides, I've never had a fair fight in my life, and odds ain't lookin' so good for the rest of 'em to be fair either." Victor called out, barging in to Jace and Kitty's conversation without a hint of remorse in his voice. He dropped his plate off to the side of the stack of dirty ones, and placed his fork down haphazardly with the rest of them. Victor glanced at Kitty and gave her a small shrug by way of apology, though he knew it probably wouldn't count for much if they were in the midst of a serious discussion.

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Greg stared at the girl for a moment, who looked as though she were about to punch a hole through the tree she had been leaning on. Electricity crackling in her eyes, she spoke in a furious tone that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

“Okay, first honey, rude. Very rude. Do I look like I’m wearing a cute little maid outfit?”
Honey? Greg raised a brow. He had asked for a favor, and she was yelling at him like he had insulted her. She gestured to herself in a way that made him freeze. Maybe she wasn't wearing a maid outfit, but she was wearing high-wedged boots - completely impractical to have on considering the fact that she was in the rough, rocky terrain known as the woods.
"Woah, woah...calm down..." he said, attempting to make her chill out, but her red hair only channeled a fiery temper as spoke.

“In case you can’t tell, the correct answer is no.” She took a deep breath, “I get that this whole power thing is tough….life as a general rule kinda sucks sometimes, let alone adding the freak moments that happen to us…."
Like the one that was happening now.
"...but you know what, shit happens. You want to pout like a little boy, that’s fine, but there is no need to be rude to someone who’s just trying to help.”

Help? Greg quickly rolled his eyes. It was funny, because she could have helped him if she hadn't gone on into an incoherent rampage. Clearly, she had taken his honesty as something else. She was just another person who couldn't handle his blunt nature, and he was not impacted by her superfluous rant in the slightest. Greg put the cigarette back in his mouth, and took the rest of her scolding with a fake smile. She thought she knew him, but she didn't know the half of him. He'd gone through the reprimands of people much worse than her.

“Oh and….piece of advice? Try and play nice once in a while little boy.”
And with that, Amira Devaroh stormed off with a cloud of dust trailing behind her black-wedged boots. Greg desperately hoped that she'd trip over a damn tree root or something on her way to wherever she was going.
"Thanks. Appreciate it, ginger!" he called out to her. What a great way to start his morning. Gregory Reach had made yet another enemy. He was starting to wonder if he should make a list.

He got up, reached his hand over to the water, and wet his long, blonde hair and forehead. The coolness of the creek washed over his burning anger, and he became somewhat stable again. He looked behind him into the forest as though he were expecting someone. Nobody was there, so he sat back down again. Cigarette still in hand, Greg looked down at is reflection in the water. Something similar to sorrow overcame him, and he slowly shook his head.

"Can't you see, kid," he murmured, "There's no reward in playing nice these days."




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Jace smiled widely at Kitty. "Good morning!" she said, her hands covered in soap, "I'm just helping my friends with the kitchen. Do you... want to help?" Taking the sponge that Jace held out to her, she gave the eighteen-year-old a toothy grin. "Of course."

With a spring in her step, Kitty made her way over to the sink, and started to scrub various plates and utensils. It was fun to watch the commotion in the cafeteria while washing everything. James Stone had entered the cafeteria, and Jeremiah had tried to pair him up with Noah, causing James to storm off in a sudden uproar. When this happened, Kitty looked back down towards the plate she had been vigorously scrubbing, not wanting to catch anyone's glances.

"Tell me honestly." Jace said, breaking the silence, "Don't lie to me. What do you think of my brother?"

Jace was staring at her dead in the eye. She froze for a moment, and then opened her mouth to say something.

"Well, I..."

Suddenly, Victor marched in. "Ah! There you are, Jace." he said, "Just droppin' this stuff off. Oh, by the way, I don't think we're gonna spar with Jer's campers. Doesn't seem too fair, pitting the mobility type people against the strength ones. 'Sides, I've never had a fair fight in my life, and odds ain't lookin' so good for the rest of 'em to be fair either."
He dropped his plate off to the side of the stack of dirty ones, and placed his fork down haphazardly with the rest of them. Then, he glanced towards Kitty, and gave her a small shrug in apology for barging in on her and Jace's conversation. Being the mellow person that she was, she flashed a well-intentioned half-smile towards Victor, showing him that there was no need to ask for forgiveness, as he hadn't interrupted anything of great importance. At least, not yet.

Assuming that the mentor would leave soon, she continued from where she had left off.
"Unfortunately," she began, "I don't think I've seen enough of him to give the most analyzed, correct opinion. Caidence is my mentor, and so I've never really gotten the chance to have a legitimate conversation with him..." She placed the last of the dishes on top of a stack she had formed, and began shooting jets of air at each of the plates and utensils, blowing them dry. "However, from what I've seen, I can tell that he cares about the welfare of those below him...as any good leader should."

She gave a gentle smile as she continued to work. "He's a vigilante...He is a vigilante, right?"she asked Jace, glancing at her for a brief second. "My mom being a crime-fighter herself, I know how busy and stressful it must be. Putting your life on the line every day to save people you don't even know..." She shook her head in amazement. Kitty was done drying the dishes and utensils, and was putting them back in the cabinets and drawers where they belonged. She froze for a second, looking somewhat dismal, but then subtly shrugged it off and carried on with what she was doing.

"The fact that your brother is taking the time out of his career to train people just like him is extremely generous...honorable, even..." she said, turning around to face the girl behind her, "So I guess because of that, it's safe to say that we need more Jeremiahs in this world."

She smiled at Jace for a few moments, and let the words she had said sink in. Finally, she walked over back to the sink, slapping her hands together and cracking her knuckles. "So, if we're done or when we're done, I think I'm going to go outside and do some tree-climbing. I have to practice for...combat..." Kitty sighed, suddenly feeling the butterflies she had suppressed flitting their way back into her stomach. "Would you like to come with me?" she asked Jace with a smile, "I heard you're not so bad at climbing trees, yourself!"

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Jace was surprised to see Victor come to talk to them... He usually stayed away from her, but she welcomed his greeting with a smile. "Ah! There you are, Jace. Just droppin' this stuff off. Oh, by the way, I don't think we're gonna spar with Jer's campers. Doesn't seem too fair, pitting the mobility type people against the strength ones. 'Sides, I've never had a fair fight in my life, and odds ain't lookin' so good for the rest of 'em to be fair either." She snickered at that. She new that teleporting was a cheap way of winning a fight, but to be honest, it takes a long time to get used to the power.

"Unfortunately," Kitty began, making Jace give her attention back to Kitty, "I don't think I've seen enough of him to give the most analyzed, correct opinion. Caidence is my mentor, and so I've never really gotten the chance to have a legitimate conversation with him..." Jace watched her placed the last of the dishes on top of a stack she had formed while they were there, and began shooting jets of air at each of the plates and utensils, blowing them dry. Jace jumped into help, handing her the dishes to be dried. "However, from what I've seen, I can tell that he cares about the welfare of those below him...as any good leader should."

She gave a gentle smile as she continued to clean. "He's a vigilante...He is a vigilante, right?"she asked Jace, glancing at her for a brief second. Jace nodded as Kitty continued to speak. "My mom being a crime-fighter herself, I know how busy and stressful it must be. Putting your life on the line every day to save people you don't even know..." She shook her head in amazement. Kitty was done drying the dishes and utensils, and was putting them back in the cabinets and drawers where they belonged. Jace watched her pause for a moment, before she continued on her way.

"The fact that your brother is taking the time out of his career to train people just like him is extremely generous...honorable, even..." Kitty said, turning around to face Jace, "So I guess because of that, it's safe to say that we need more Jeremiahs in this world."

She smiled at Jace for a few moments, and let the words she had said sink in. Jace was glad to hear such kind words of her brother. She had never actually thought of his brother in those terms of honorable and generous, but everyone saw him in a different light. Jace smiled as Kitty walked toward her. "So, if we're done or when we're done, I think I'm going to go outside and do some tree-climbing. I have to practice for...combat...Would you like to come with me?" she asked Jace with a smile, "I heard you're not so bad at climbing trees, yourself!"

Jace would have loved to go, but she knew that being late for combat training, even by a minute, would end badly with her brother. She bit her lip and shook her head. "I would really want to," She replied, shifting her wait side to side every few seconds, "but I really can't be late to combat practice. My brother would kill me... We can go later!" She said optimistically. "During lunch. We grab a quick bite to eat, and head out."

Jace started making her way out of the kitchen in a slow wobbly walk. She hoped that Kitty would follow and they would head to combat training together. "It'll be nice to go hang out with you."









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"I don't know old man. But you can keep your condescending attitude and your hands to yourself next time." James said before storming off. Jeremiah heaved a heavy sigh. He fucked up again. He always did with making good first and just genereal impressions on others. He tried to help, but really sucked at it.

"I don't think that friendship's going to work out," Jeremiah looked up at Noah. "He doesn't seem too keen on the idea." Maybe he should start drinking coffee.... or some energy drink of some sort. He was going to need it later today. He was on a bad foot with James and Noah.

"And I'm not quiet, just tired. I'm still adjusting to the time difference," Noah continued. Oh yeah.... Jeremiah completely forgot that these kids came from different parts of America... and sometimes the world. "I'm sorry to have bothered you this early in the morning. Sometimes I forget that it's not my play to say who should and should not be friends." Jeremiah said before leaving the table without another word. Jer's only hope now was that James would not hold a grudge. Noah seemed a little softer and probably would not hold too big of a grudge, but James seemed incredibly upset.

Tip number one for dealing with James, do not force him into awkward situations.

He headed outside to prepare for training. He headed to the grassy plain, and saw Victor glancing at his phone. But he stopped, seeing bright red in the trees. It was Amira for sure. He jogged over, seeing her as she leaned against a tree. She seemed exhausted and worn out. Nothing like she was this morning.

He walked to her, tapped her shoulder and spoke softly. "Everything alright, Amira? Ar you okay to go to training or you need tot take a break?" Jeremiah was always sensitive around girls. He never new if they were on that time of the month or if it was something else. He learned through his sister that it was better to be safe than sorry.

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Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras Character Portrait: Brennan Doyle
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“Excuse me,” a male camper said to Brennan, passing him on his way into the cafeteria. At the very moment the camper passed him, Brennan could feel that he wasn’t a morning person. It seemed that the camper had a not-so-ideal morning, for spreading through every inch of Brennan was now a sense of certain gloom. It wasn’t that the other camper seemed to be extremely sad about something, but rather there was an indifference he had for the world around him that caused him to see little joy in it. ”What a great way to start off the morning,” Brennan thought to himself as that same indifference now possessed him. This indifference was tenfold because, even without feeling the camper’s emotions, Brennan was a fairly stoic and indifferent guy. Plus, the man’s slightly sarcastic personality was adding to Brennan’s own slightly sarcastic personality, which was, of course, just making Brennan’s morning sooooo much better.

Fortunately, this experience didn’t last. As soon as the man past by him, the feelings he had just conveyed through Brennan had quickly dissipated. It was only when Brennan chose to follow the camper that he began feeling those same feelings once again.

“Victor,” the camper said to another man, “Can you explain the protocol for the combat training we are going to be receiving today?”

“Perfect,” Brennan thought. This would be his chance to figure out what exactly was going to transpire during combat training.

Victor, whom Brennan assumed to be a mentor, looked back at the other man and said, “Eh? Oh! Right, training. I haven’t fully figured out what exactly it is we’ll be doing today, but I know we won’t be going up against Jeremiah’s campers if I can avoid it.”

“I guess that’s a good thing,” Brennan said in his head.

After Victor was done explaining the combat training to the camper (whose name Brennan learned to be Ghost), the mentor glanced up towards a clock, bid farewell, and suddenly disappeared into a wall. “Woah,” Brennan thought to himself. He was so impressed that he almost said his little mental exclamation out loud.

With the mentor gone and Brennan fairly informed about the details of the upcoming sparring session, he realized that the room Victor just left out of was the kitchen. Brennan stepped through the door, hoping there would be some left over food. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see any food. Instead, he saw a pair of campers just finishing the dishes, who Brennan suddenly realized were also just having a conversation. “Whoops,” Brennan thought silently, getting out of the way of the girl walking out of the kitchen. Since the food was gone and there seemed to be nothing left to do dishes-wise, Brennan thought he might as well wait to follow one of the campers who possibly knew their way around and would be making their way to the sparring field in a few minutes. Therefore, he waited outside the kitchen for the campers to start making their way out. Fortunately, for Brennan, the two campers in the kitchen both seemed to be in fairly good moods, and that put Brennan in a fairly good mood as well. Hopefully, it would counteract the feelings Brennan was receiving from Ghost. Otherwise, Brennan’s new combat tactic would be to kill people with his excess amount of sarcasm.