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Gale Eden

"There's no such thing as someone completely innocent."

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a character in “The Mirroreds”, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Full Name: Gale Eden

Nicknames/Aliases: Blondie, Kid, Creepy Crawly, Member of the Lollipop Guild, Thing One

Age: 12

Gender: Male

Mirror Type/Artifact Used: Mirror of Deception. His artifact is a sapphire ring on his left middle finger.

Title: The Spider

Description: At about 4'7", Gale makes for a rather unassuming figure. Wide chocolate brown eyes, neat blond hair, and an overall adorable apperance. Being of European descent, he's quite fair skinned, and often has a sweet little smile upon his lips.

In spite of his fairly young age, Gale speaks with perfect courtesy and politeness- unless he's intending to do some form of damage. He coordinates himself as the perfect gentleman when around the base, although when it comes to aiding newcomers or participating in a battle, he dips into sickly sweet territory.

Clothing-wise, the boy is hardly seen without the stem of a lollipop protruding from his lips and his favorite pastel pink coat. Even without his coat, he usually prefers to dress in softer colors, usually adorning them with a little bow or the like.

Description of Mirrored:
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When not using illusions to hide its true appearance, his Mirrored fully displays the horror of Gale's mental state. Long, spindly legs, thick yellowish fur covering nearly every inch of its body, and long, curved fangs. Its many eyes are especially disturbing, being rather large, appearing as if they'd roll out at any moment. The shape of the thing's body and its "snout" appears to suggest more of a feline being than not, although it still boasts several legs, and a bulging mass in some areas, also suggesting an arachnid of sorts. However, when using its illusion, it appears as nothing more as a young, fluffy kitten-ish thing, bounding around Gale's ankles.


Personality: For all that could be said about him, it's hard to deny that Gale isn't polite. Opening doors for his fellow Adherents, speaking with nothing less than politeness, and, even when forcing someone to torture another, retaining incredible bedside manner. He's very manipulative and careful in his words, although when it comes to certain people, he may actively attempt to provoke them for the sole purpose of seeing them snap.

Gale has a tendency to take great pride in regards to how strong of a control he has over his Mirrored, and tends to frown upon others who refuse to get in stronger touch with theirs. While he prefers the company of other Corrupted, given how similar in mindset they are to him, he tends to interact with the other categories without much obvious bias against them. He does have a disliking towards the Warped, however, as he believes them to be "staining" the "purity" of their work. After all, to him, adding something undeniably human into such an occupation makes little sense at all.


Skills: Gale has a surprising amount of knowledge towards anatomy, and is very skilled in manipulating and persuading others to do as he wants; something made much more easier with his Mirrored at his side. He also has a strong connection with the creature in question, being able to command it without much retaliation in spite of his youth. He is also incredibly skilled in working with his sister, to the point where they share the same title and are often sent out on missions together. The specific ability of his Mirrored is to charm targets, luring them in.

Weaknesses: Like many others with Mirroreds, the Clarity Mirror tends to be a very strong weakness against him. In addition to that, however, he has a strong fascination when it comes to the concepts of death and life, and, as such, is constantly seeking a "beautiful death" for when he has experienced all that he possibly can. Physically, he is also quite weak, meaning that he can easily be overpowered if someone manages to get close to him. Oddly enough, he can also become extremely possessive and obedient towards someone he takes a liking to, leaving him open in many ways.


Brief History: One of the children raised up specifically by the Adherents, Gale was groomed at a very young age into his role, and flourished in it. While his sister resisted the role set out for them in the beginning, he quickly fixed that problem, and went on to become a prodigy in his field. He grew a deep connection to his Mirrored, satisfied as he watched it grow stronger and stronger. To him, life was perfect; he had his sister with him, he was rising to the top, and was beginning to get entrusted in "helping" others with certain categories. Eventually, he and his sister began to get sent out on missions, eventually earning the titles of "the Twin Spiders" through their Mirroreds' abilities and how they acted on and off missions.

So begins...

Gale Eden's Story

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden

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Perhaps letting their Mirroreds loose at a time like this wasn’t exactly the best idea.

Especially around someone who had just found out the “joys” of having an artifact for the first time.

The poor man was pressed up against the walls of the training field, palms flat against the stone behind him, chest rising and falling rapidly, and eyes wide as he stared out at his accidental summon. It was kind of humorous to watch, really, especially considering that it ended up being a Pacifist; the creature looked like nothing more than a particularly large dog-monkey thing. It blinked, looking about the arena, before setting sights on its summoner and lowering its muzzle to peer at the man.

The youth let out a squeal- a squeal of all things!- and cowered further as the being put its muzzle against his body, and gave a delicate sniff.

The Mirrored then proceeded to lick him.

From where they were watching in the stands, laying comfortably on their stomachs, a certain pair of twins smiled innocently. They had been sent out to try and get the man to trigger his summon again, and, while successful, it appeared to have traumatized the poor rookie for the time being in regards to Mirroreds. It wasn’t their fault, really- after all, there was no way they could know that sending out their own creatures and cheerfully informing the man that it was “breakfast time” could end up frightening him so badly.

Really, no idea whatsoever.

“Do you think we should go down and calm him down, yet?” Pushing herself into a sitting position, Olive placed her hands beneath her chin and squinted at the small figure cowering on the field, attempting to push his Mirrored away and failing horribly. “I don’t think they would like it that much if we ended up scaring him too badly.”

Gale only smiled at first- his trademark sign of faux innocence- and copied his twin’s movement, watching for a few moments longer before speaking up. “I think we should let him squirm for a bit longer. He looks about ready to faint! And, besides,” the blond turned his head a little, “we already finished our objective. No harm in messing with him a little before we leave.”

“We’ll end up having to stick around longer if he ends up fainting, though, and I’m hungry. We’ll end up missing breakfast if we don’t leave soon.”

“Oh, hush. We can go buy something from the vending machine if we have to.”

“We did that yesterday! I’m sick of having zebra cake.”

“Then just buy something else. Get a bag of chips or something.”

The pair then fell into a round of quiet squabbling, arguing on whether or not the chips were indeed sold stale, and whether having a diet solely consisting of chocolate bars and tic-tacs could be possible. Eventually, after a round of paper-scissors-rock, Gale relented to wrapping things up, and made his way to the elevator (Olive had called dibs on not having to take care of the problem, and the rule of dibs could never be broken).

Upon stepping out onto the field, the beast stiffened, its massive head swivelling rapidly on its shoulders in order to face Gale. The blonde only gave it a smile in return to its look of suspicion, and, walking around the Mirrored, made his way to the rookie.

“This is what happens when you don’t take training seriously,” he scolded, and, without waiting for a response, snapped his fingers and released “Matty” into the open.

In hindsight, he really should have picked a better name, but Olive had been insistent that he named the thing and he hadn’t had many ideas at the time.

Instead of the abomination that he had earlier sent out after the rookie, there was only a small, fluffy thing at his feet. It purred loudly, trotting in circles around Gale’s ankles, and the boy absentmindedly reached down to scratch it under the chin. In spite of its relatively harmless appearance at the moment, however, the other Mirrored began to growl at it; clearly aware of what it truly was.

Paying the sound no attention, Gale quickly directed Matty to the other male, allowing it to channel its power into him. When it finally hit the man properly, the tension in his shoulders relaxed, and, slumping, gave a dopey grin at no one in particular.

Pathetic.

Shortly after the effects had taken place, the Pacifist’s Mirrored vanished, leaving only imprints in its place. Wiping his hands on his coat, as if cleaning an invisible dust from them, Gale retrieved Matty and headed back to the elevator. Once he had reached the stands again, he slipped a lollipop from his pocket, and, discarding the wrapping, popped the candy into his mouth.

“There. Are you happy now?” He drawled, earning a triumphant smile from his sister.

“Very. Now, let’s go; I think they’re serving some of that cinnamon toast today.”

After filling out the proper forms in regards to their abandoned trainee, they made their way into the winding halls, towards the cafeteria. Their knowledge of the place was obvious in how quickly they navigated the building, taking a shortcut here and there, occasionally stalling to greet some of their coworkers here and there.

Upon reaching the canteen, they both picked up their meals- toast, just as Olive had guessed, and a few strips of bacon- and sat themselves at a table.

With any luck, those who had been sent out on the recent mission would be back soon.

It was too quiet, too little people about.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Blake Moonfall

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“Alright, Verge. Go on and do your thing, and be careful around the twins, alright? You know how they get…” Blake patted his son’s shoulder, then gently pushed him towards the doors.

“I’ll be fine, dad” Verge spun around, smirking as usual, and met Blake’s eyes directly. “You know the twins like me as much as they like anyone. They aren’t so bad when you’re a deception mirror anyway.” He waved his hand flippantly, very clearly not concerned.

“Say what you will.” Blake smiled back at the boy, “you know I’m uneasy around them.” Well, “them” actually being “him”, meaning Gale, whose catlike Summon had once tried to eat Blake’s own. Now, the part of him bound to the summon expected such behaviour from the much younger boy ever time. It wasn’t quite fear, exactly. It was just an instinctive distrust.
“Yeah dad, Kay, bye.” Verge disappeared through the doors while Blake, shaking his heading, walked to his office for yet another boring day.

Verge, meanwhile, found the arena empty except for an unconscious man, no twins in sight. Used to such tricks, he called up his own Summon, which leapt out in a battle stance, then turned around and shrugged, of all things, before vanishing. Not here then… What a bother

Calling someone to take care the guy and already composing excuses, the young man began to wander around the base, searching for the children he was supposed to be working with that morning. He hadn’t expected to find them in the cafeteria – he had just ducked in to grab a snack – but there they were, munching away.

“Gale! Olive!” he called out. “Would you, by any chance,” and that chance was very very high, “know why, the trainee WE” he emphasized the word, indicating the three of them, “were supposed to work with was unconscious in the training arena where we,” again with the emphasis, though the gesture was absent this time, “were supposed to meet? And yet you are here. I wonder why?” His eyes, steady on them, said that he wasn’t actually wondering and actually quite openly accused them.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Ivryene Ornvar

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It was clear from their progress in their meals that the twins had been there for a while. Olive had drowned her toast- and bacon, for that matter- in copious amounts of raspberry jelly, and was happily scooping the mess into her mouth through use of a plastic spoon. Her brother, on the other hand, had gone a more reasonable route and was eating in a fairly normal manner, occasionally pausing to wash it down with a drink.

Both stilled upon noticing their coworker, with Olive’s current spoonful of mush plopping humorously back onto the plate.

“Why, yes, we do, Verge,” Gale answered soon enough, smiling as he prodded at a strip of bacon. “You see, we were simply just too excited to wait for you to catch up with us, so we decided to head in early.”

“Our games ended up running out of battery after a bit, though.” Olive chimed in. “We can show you, if you want.”

“So, we decided to try and start early. Get a head start before you arrived, so there would be less work to do.”

“But then he just wouldn’t work with us. He kept on complaining, and saying that it was impossible. He thought that he didn’t belong with us, and it was all a misunderstanding.”

“So we gave him…a bit of encouragement.”

Both paused. Olive took a moment to sip at her orange juice, wiping her lips clean soon after, and Gale bit through his lollipop with an audible crunch.

“It worked, though,” the younger of the two beamed once she had finished. “He had a real big one, too. Really large arms for a Pacifist’s summon- they were sort of ‘round…” Olive stretched out her own arms as wide as they could go, then looped them somewhat. “this big?” She then lowered one of her hands, using the other to take a hold of her spoon again. “Right, Gale?”

“I would say that’s about right,” he admitted, then turned back towards Verge with a smile. “At any rate, the objective was taken care of. You don’t have to worry about anything; we even filled out the paperwork for you, too.”

With that, both went back to nursing their plates, each with a sweet little look upon their faces.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge

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“It worked.” Verge said dully, before dropping into one of the seats. “It worked just this once and now he’ll probably never summon again due to the contrived circumstances you created. Is this correct?” he said, managing to convey the impression of shouting without raising his voice above normal speaking volume. His eyes expressed his disappointment with the twins.

“You know I’m there to talk them into being chill with it even after you two scare the shit out of them by demonstrating what Tommy and Matty actually look like. In fact, I’m there to act as an impromptu combat instructor in the same context. Because I,” he paused, tapping Gale and then Olive on the forehead. “Have this thing called ‘tact’ which you two like to pretend you don’t have even though I’ve seen you demonstrate time and time again that…you know what, who cares? You did the paperwork? Great. What’s for breakfast?” Gale was nearly done and Olivia’s mess was not appetizing to the young man. Without waiting for an answer, Verge then got up to get himself a tray.

“Anyway, the point is…” he continued, sitting back down. “Next time they say wait for me, wait for me. Or wake me up, I’m sure you could hold of my Summon for a few moments if you work together…” his tone was teasing and challenging, pushing the two prodigies in his type of Mirrored towards greater effort. “Remind me to tell your tutors to begin self-denial type training, kay?” he doubted they would actually remind him, but he had faith in his own memory. “You want to master all types of manipulative behaviour, it’ll increase your illusionary range.”

That would motivate them, if anything.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge

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The twins closely resembled a pair of schoolchildren scolded by a particularly favored teacher. Gale had put up his best “what did I do” look, brown eyes wide, lip jutted out slightly in a pout as he listened to Verge’s lecture. The picture of one who did something out of pure accident, and was now brooding over the unfairness of his treatment.

Olive, on the other hand, reflected more remorse than not. She had turned her eyes back to her pile of mush, seemingly fascinated by repeatedly scooping it up and letting it fall back onto the plate. Nevertheless, as Verge returned, wrapping up his chiding, both siblings looked up to meet their mentor’s eyes with “shame”.

“It won’t happen again, Verge,” Gale said softly, hands folded upon the tabletop.

“We’ll get you first next time. Promise,” Olive added, giving a slight nod of agreement.

Of course, to any who knew the twins well enough, it was obvious that they were lying through their teeth, and it would most likely be a reoccurring event for as far as they could push it. Even more obvious was the fact that they weren’t actually apologizing for what they had done; just that they had gotten in trouble.

It was just a bit of harmless mischief, really. Harmless, childish mischief.

Nevertheless, the two soon perked up with interest at the challenge presented before them. For their age and behavior at times, it was clear that they were eager to climb the ranks as soon as possible. A higher rank brought with it more perks, and more perks allowed for more freedom. Less trouble, and more...well, fun for them.

“We’ll tell them at our next session,” both swore.

And that was an actual promise. Truly.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Ivryene Ornvar Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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They really are skilled at looking innocent Verge thought, smirking at his younger coworkers to let them know that puppy dog eyes weren't going to work on him. He could tell they were lying as well, but let it slide, only calmly saying "See that you do," with a dismissive hand wave.

If they thought for a second they had fooled him he'd be seriously insulted at their lack of faith in his intelligence.
He didn't bother nagging them, though, as he himself was more scolding them because he was going to get in trouble for their misbehavior as well. He did feel bad for the poor pacifist summoner, but honestly: why had Gale and Olive been assigned to him in the first place? The only explanation was that the Adherents wanted to warp this Summon into something other...in which case, if anything, Gale and Olive had only sped up the process.

With that thought in his head, he paused and rested his head on his interlocked fingers. Had they been having fun or had the twins foreseen this? He'd ask but the knowledge of the deliberate warping wasn't supposed to be discussed aloud. But even if they'd unpredictably been following implied orders, they reacted more than predictably to his challenge AND hints at higher rank, and he chuckled, blinking slowly as he straightened.

"Remember," he said lowly. "Sometimes, a manipulator cannot indulge if they want the end result. Self control is one of the most important factors. Self control will let you project an aura to those who see you, simply with body language and mannerisms, and that transfers onto your Summon. The more people that 'see' what you want them to think of you as a person, the further your Summon can project an illusion, understand?"

He waved again with a graceful hand, and rolled his head to relieve stress in his neck. Double purposed, he also used it to scan the room with narrowed golden eyes, picking out both the brewing fight with one of the returning mission-goers and the girl with the Mirror of Hope looking at them from nearby.

He sat straight again, made eye contact with each twin by turn and then swept his eyes side to side.

Look around those actions meant.

He hoped that the Spiders remembered.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Ivryene Ornvar Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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The children of Eden gave no indication as to whether or not their tormenting of the poor trainee had been for a deliberate purpose, instead of just a childish prank for their own amusement. They had, at any rate, dropped the apologetic looks entirely, replacing them with their signature smiles of complete innocence as they finished off their meals.

It didn’t take long for them to pick up on the signal, luckily. Picking at the leftover crumbs on his plate, Gale glanced over at the piles of food remaining from lunch- and, in the process, getting a glance at one of the two Verge had been looking at himself.

Theta. Another of the born-and-raised Adherents.

Mentally, he sneered at the girl, although his disdain was well hidden.

“You don’t think they’ll turn us away if we went up for seconds, do you?” Gale began, voice bright as he eyed the options available at the front. “They didn’t give us much to eat, after all, and I’m still quite hungry.”

“I think they will.” Olive had opted to rest her head on her arms, hair hiding her face like a curtain- and allowing her to watch the other, Ivyrene (speaking of self-control…), in the process. “That old witch up front never gives us enough food. We could just go to the vending machines to get some snacks, though.”

“Oh, so now you want to go get something from the vending machines?” Gale teased.

“Yes, now, because I don’t like eating only trail mixes and Doritos every day. We had something else, so I don’t mind getting a snack now-”

“Well, won’t it just be the same thing? I don’t see much difference-”

In spite of the pair’s apparent argument, their voices were surprisingly calm for those their age. It was almost humorous, really, although it served a clear purpose if one was aware of how, exactly, the twins worked. They had lifted their heads, turning to face one another, and as they spoke, their eyes reflected a different conversation from the one that they were currently having.

An exchange between siblings. Mute, hidden beneath years of careful practice, but an exchange nonetheless.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Ivryene Ornvar Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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"...Maybe It would be better if I was to just watch them for a bit?" Theta mumbled. She turned a looked towards the long line of people waiting for food. Her hair began to slide onto her face concealing it. She fell deeper into the slump of wonder. You could see that she was in thought. It was written all over her face.

Theta, picked up fer fork once again and resumed eating her bibimbap. She was careful to look as if she was not stuffing her face all at once and not looking like a slob when eating. Though she tried to keep her face held down and focused on what the day brought ahead, her eyes could not help but wander up and glance around at the empty table around her. In her line of view was the twins, who seemed to be acting differently than before. She kept close watch of them and forgot about her surrounding when suddenly her hand pushed too hard against the side of the bowl and made the bowl of hot rice and namul fall onto her lap.

She quickly got up from her seat and moved back. She did this quietly and tried not to catch anyone's attention. How embarrassing would it be to have your breakfast fall all over you? In a hurry she cleaned up and threw the rest of her food away in the garbage next to the vending machines. She stood there in panic as she tried to clear the stain from her shirt.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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Verge broke into the twins’ secret exchange with the prompt, “Go on and get more food. Remind them who you are. And how angry higher ups will be if you are found to be not up to par on your physicals. Although that ‘old witch’ happens to be a powerful Mirror of Clarity, who was badly injured in the field. Give her a break because she can see right through you.” He teased.

Motion in the corner of his eye turned his head, and he watched dispassionately as Theta’s food fell over her. ‘Well, I’ll be right back.” He announced casually, standing up and heading over towards the girl. As he walked, he shrugged off his zip up hoodie, revealing a much neater and formal white shirt beneath. “You might appreciate this.” He said kindly, offering the girl the black cloth with a twinkle in his eyes. “At least until you get out of those clothes. You’re Theta, aren’t you?”

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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Seeing that Verge had gone to occupy himself with Theta, the twins had quietly gone back to their wordless conversation, rising from their seats and going to retrieve seconds from the front as they did so. They chose to take their time in picking out what they wanted (surprisingly, the server had allowed them to get more without much of a problem, merely grumbling her displeasure and ushering them along the line), but not once did their attention leave their mentor and his new company.

Gale was amused.

Olive was impressed.

In spite of the fact that, in reality, Theta had been there for longer than they, it didn’t seem to show. Acting as clumsy and awkward as if she were a newcomer, visibly fumbling, and-

Their trains of thought were cut short at the sudden appearance of Helena, and, in spite of themselves, both brightened in their own ways. Olive visibly perked up, beaming at the older and waving with no lack of enthusiasm, while Gale only gave his own little wave and slight smile. They quite liked Helena; for a Mirror of Spite wielder, she was quite the fun to have around. That week, in fact, had given them the most entertainment they had had in awhile…

Of course, if questioned, they would firmly deny any form of involvement in that week. The occurrence of the literal rat race that had occurred was no fault of theirs, and there was no proof serving that it was. Placing their now-filled trays upon their table, the twins moved to join the older girl and Verge- after all, if there were markers, then there was a chance of another week like that one happening once again.

Only, upon joining the pair (well, trio if you counted Theta), they immediately fell silent, hands clasped in polite silence as they watched a certain someone walk into the canteen.

Mr. Pelacour. The Pierrot. Percival. The Mockingbird.

One of more higher-up Adherents.

“I’m going on a limb and guessing that you were on a mission during that week, as well as the following announcements on Ms. Helena’s restrictions.” The Hope summoner was quite fresh-faced for his position, appearing nothing like the balding, suited men one would expect to be in his place. Bright orange hair combed with care, but not entirely tamed- several locks had fallen out of place, curling upwards and bobbing with each step-, a wrinkled shirt and pants to go with them, and a deck of cards sticking haphazardly out of his pocket. Nevertheless, Percival held himself with clear authority beneath his relaxed appearance, and it was with a certain sureness that he reached forward, gripping the pencil case before Helena could.

“Just so you know, sharpies are forbidden to our Rabbit, as well as blue, green, and yellow feathers, walnuts, and html code written on paper. Anyway,” without much of a warning, the man flashed a bright grin, “sorry for interrupting, everyone. Carry on, have a nice day, sayonara; what have you.”

Before he turned to leave, however, he added, “Oh, and speaking of meetings, there will be one coming up today. Hope none of you did anything worth complaining about recently~!”

The last part, as expected of Percival, was said in an almost sing-song voice as he finished the turn, beginning to walk away with hands folded behind his back.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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Taken back by the sudden appearance of Mr. Pelacour, Theta stopped, walked back, and looked in confusion at the group. She began to bite her tounge in hopes it might spark a memory. "Oh, ...that week?" She said quietly. Her voice changed pitch just a bit. "I was...umm...out during that week." She looked at Helena and then down to her pencil case in Mr. Pelacour's hand. "Just...umm... so I'm on the same page with everyone here,... what exactly happened that week?" She asked almost innocently. Was it her fault that she was on a mission the week in question? Are those little details that important? Isn't there a way to forgive and forget? Helena couldn't possibly do anything too terrible right? She looked around waiting for an answer with her arms folded tightly around the burn spot she acquired, making sure Mr. Pelacour did not notice.

She looked at the twins and at Verge, hoping she didn't look like a complete fool out in front of them. She could feel a strange stare from the twins as if they disapproved of her awkward and timid behavior. "Anyoung hee gaseyo" She said quietly as she slightly bowed her head at Mr. Pelacour signaling a goodbye.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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A flicker of disappointment crossed the young woman's features as the marker pen was snatched away from her grasp by an individual too high-ranked to conceivably argue with.

Helena accepted the sharpie-related sanctions quite grudgingly. Frankly she didn't think it was really necessary. What were the chances of...that week happening again?

Still, as it came from the top she did feel the need to make, at least, a cursory attempt to try and uphold the measures that had been set down at the end of the week. Once all the seagulls had been shooed out.

"No-one's allowed to talk about the specific events of That Week." she explained after a few moments, smiling.
"In case anyone tries to recreate it, or in case it reminds me exactly how I managed to do the thing with the boat..."

Helena paused for a moment.
"Uh I've probably said too much."

With access to the marker pen barred to her, The Rabbit pulled a tattered looking notebook from her pockets and began flipping through the dog-eared pages, apparently looking for some kind of alternative to the item.
"I haven't done anything. Not recently. Not recently that anyone knows about. Nope."

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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“Flattery doesn’t suit you, Verge,” Percival drawled, making a complete 180 in order to face his employees. “If you’re that desperate to get a proper title, however perhaps you should take up a few extra trainees here and there? A little more work could get you far.” Without waiting to assess the other’s reaction, he stepped forth, smiling charmingly at both Helena and Theta alike.

“As our Rabbit helpfully explained, the events of That Week are very much classified. While I would love for you to be aware of what the consequences would be if such things were allowed to happen again, I’m sure that you know better than to do such a thing.” This, of course, was said with an ear-to-ear grin- a warning in its own right. Bringing his gaze back onto the subject of trouble, he smiled even wider, eyes flashing brightly.

“I’m sure you haven’t, miss Norrevinter. In fact, I can say for sure that all of you have done decently well in terms of following the rules; at least, if you haven’t, there are no official reports filed against you.”

“Mr. Pelacour?” Having been silent for a majority of the higher up’s speech, Olive suddenly spoke up, brown eyes wide and filled with what appeared to be innocence. “Um, sorry, but when can me and Gale go out on field missions again? I mean, we like it here n’ all, but it’s a little boring sometimes.”


It was clear from the light smirk upon Percival’s face that he was not falling for this new act, as well. “Well, after your last stunt, we’ve had to take some time to clean things up, but you two should be just about ready to be pulled off of probation. I’m sure you learned your lesson by now, right?” To this, Olive gave a hearty nod, beaming brightly at the older figure and giving her skirt a swirl.

Gale had been content to let his sister speak for him, by the looks of it. While the other Eden vyed for Percival’s attentions, he had been using the opportunity to give his own smirk- eerily mature in its own right- at Theta. With any luck, she would assist Helena in spite of the circumstances; the base was long overdue for some excitement, after all.