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Timothy Arden [5] Deadly both up close and from a distance
Anna Hellsang [3] A strong but shy girl, who is very talented when it comes to melee combat with weapons.
Quinn Glanz [2] A Trigger Happy, Joke Cracking Guy with a Love for Weapons.
Viktor Lucair [2] [Spoiler Alert!]
Callen McDugal [2] A funloving and quirky girl with a strange origin.
Old Man Hellsang/Hellsang House [0] A man who is no longer seen, and a house that speaks with his voice
Gilliam Blake [0] "Call me Gill....you don't mind if I smoke, do you?"

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Theo blushed harder and his eyes got wide. "Oh... o-oh my god. N-no! No, I wasn't... I wasn't thinking about you in the bathroom, l-like that. I can't-well, uh, I can. But I wouldn't, ever! No no no no, I wasn't..." He shook his head. "I swear I wasn't. I'd never... that's disgusting. Nooo!" His ears burned red; he was caught between crying and laughing. Fortunately, a base and an acid can balance each other and he managed not to do much of either. A kind of strangled cough came out of him and he wiped his face. "I wouldn't. I promise. Okay?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. I feel like such a fucking freak now...

Then she threatened him, and he looked at her again. "If it would help you forget about what I was doing in the bathroom, then fine let's go. Right now, go rub me in the snow and kick my ass. I don't care. Let's go ahead and just do that. Forget about this, all of it. C'mon."

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"I guess hot cocoa can be good. My sister likes it... I used to sneak powder packets of it out of the local Kalish Kar." He smiled, thinking about the first time he tried mixing it. He thought it was cocoa-in-a-bag, not powder he had to mix with milk. The half-diluted powder-paste he eventually came up with after mixing it with water looked disgusting, but his sister lied to protect his feelings.
Then he stopped smiling; the water he mixed it with had her sick for a week. "Eh... just don't aim for the chest or above, if you aren't looking to kill. And don't touch anyone while they're being shocked; the electricity will travel between you, amplify, and knock you both unconscious.
"Can I get a redbull or a vault or something?" He yawned. "Planning a mission makes me fuckin' tired, and we haven't actually gotten any work done yet." He sighed and watched the robot shuffle off. He looked at Callen. "Are we going to stay for dinner with the group? I guess our conversation is done... Unless you want to find something else to talk about... later." He didn't mean for the comment to sound the way it did.

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Anna tilted her head, realising that he thought she actually meant what she'd said. Probably her fault. "Relax, I'm not a bully. You have done nothing wrong... I think." She said, this time trying to sound less threatening. She briefly held a hand out, showing her palm, as if to convince him that she meant no harm. She could tell that he didn't want her around, so she decided that it was time to leave. This kid was obviously brought out of balance.

"I'll be in the stable," she said, as she turned halfway around, "Please don't send another robot the next time."

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Callen watched the robot wheel away from them again, and then sat down by the table closest to them. Few others were around, but Michel looked up and waved at them, before returning to the book he was reading. "Are you good at looking like a tourist?" She asked, and with a gesture invited him to sit beside her.

"When hiding in a big city, it's much easier to hide in plain sight, I feel."

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"I'm good at not looking out of place. Don't ask the price of news papers, bread, fast-food items, or cab fare; that's how South Korea picks up all of its North Korean spies. Also if they're wearing clothes more than five years out of style." Viktor followed her and sat down. "I think you'd look nice with a sunhat and a 'fanny-pack' to hide your taser. You think we should all come up with fake names, and some kind of... cover identity? I know it sounds cliche and Jamesbondish, but Theo could be Anna's... uh... helper, or something? You could act like you're dating Timothy. I will be buying a fedora and posing as Sir Vancov Spudnik, benefactor of the inventor of the Russian Satellite. Give me a good excuse for blowing as much of old man Helsing's cash. I think with a nice suit and a bit of cologne I could make a convincing Commie philanthropist."

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"Wait... what, that's it? You threaten to beat the shit out of me and then just go to-OH you w-weren't being serious?" Fucking great. He rolled his eyes at his idiocy. "I'm sorry. I've just wasted more time, haven't I? I'm sorry, really." He rubbed his forearms absentmindedly and looked away from her again. "Can I do something to make this time worthwhile? I mean, I can't give the time back unfortunately. It's not like I have one of Clive's wishes to use on unsummoning you, but I'm sure your time is that important." He hoped that didn't come out sarcastically. "Can I help you in the stables or something? Please?"

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Callen turned he corners of her mouth down, and squinted her eyes. "You're too young to be rich. You don't look smart enough to pass off as a prodigy-kid. The key to not being seen is to find the perfect balance of completely ordinary, but not too ordinary. We should get big boots. Hiking boots. Shorts, or those roll-up pants," she paused, looking at him quizzically, "You know those right with the strap and the zip and then BAM! Shorts. Brown hats. We mustn't look like we've got money. Everything must look like we've been on the road for some time. Nothing can be individual." In the end, her words were nothing more than mutters and memos, mostly directed at herself.

"I need makeup. For Anna. Can't make it go away, but if we just keep her from talking up front to people, they probably won't notice her skin looks weird." She smiled at him, and for a moment glanced up as the robot brought their drinks. Callen was just about to open her mouth again, to tell Viktor just how brilliant he was for giving her all those ideas, when the robot put down a plate of cookies between them.

"Happy date." It said, perhaps sounding like it was enjoying itself.

Callen's eyes widened, and she looked at it first, then Viktor. She flicked a finger between herself and the boy, shaking her head much too fast to hide that she was not embarrassed by this. "No! Not like that, we're not togeth..." she started, only to have the machine interrupt.

"Happy cookie time, then." It told her, before turning around and wheeling back into the kitchen before she could say anything more.

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For a moment, she wondered if this boy had some deep psychological problems. He acted like he was afraid that she would seriously injure him, or something akin to that. It was halfway surrealistic to experience a person like him, but she couldn't say that she found him too odd. She had stopped on her way out, and watched him now.

"Are you afraid of dogs? There's a litter of puppies in the stable, they're very adorable." one of her rare big smiles moved over her face, for a moment softening her look. Right then, she didn't seem hostile in the least. "Don't worry about time. Mine i no so important after all."

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Viktor shook his head. "The benefactor of a rich-man. The Spudnik wasn't invented yesterday; it's been in space since the Space Race. America got to the moon, when? A few decades ago? And I was just joking." He sighed. "And no, I don't know those pants. I always wear cargo, usually camo if I've got a black shirt on and I'm expecting a fieldtrip. Soldiers get those a lot. So what? We'll look like a bunch of poor kids?"
Viktor accepted his drink (They did indeed have Redbull!) and started drinking, refusing the cup that was offered. He didn't go for a cookie. He watched the robot run off and watched Callen from the corner of his eye. "Who knows," he mumbled, the can turning his voice into Bane's, "maybe it will comeback with a condom."

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"Uh... of b-big dogs, I guess. Not puppies." Should have left that first part out. Theo started walking towards her. "I haven't taken care of puppies before, though, so... Uh, I can't nurse. What exactly do you want done with them?" He slid his right hand in his pocket. His left sought her forearm, like a child taking his mother's dress. "You'll have to lead the way. I don't know where the stables are. Sorry."

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Callen had just taken a bit out of one on the cookies, and at Viktor's last remark, she involuntarily inhaled a bunch of crumbs, which led to a combined laughing/coughing fit, and her sitting there with watery eyes and a red face. "Well, Mr. Hellsang did tell everybody to use protection!" She exclaimed when she'd gotten her breath again.

She rubbed her cheeks, still giggling a little. "I didn't mean poor as in beggar, by the way. Just. Anonymous. Y'know."

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She allowed him to grab onto her sleeve, "The robots feed them, make sure that they are healthy, but they can't teach them affection, or that humans don't want to hurt them." She paused her speech as she begun walking, her pace brisk. "Perhaps it will be good for you. It's difficult to fear something you've seen in it's weakest state. Dogs are, by default not that dangerous. From birth, they are capable of unconditional love, like children. But if you spoil them and raise them without care, it's easy to end up with a creature that resents you, and which just might bite, if agitated enough."

She had been monotone a she spoke, leading him through the halls. "Did you like the library by the way? There's portraits of the whole family, we all look very constipated on those paintings I think. Can you recommend me a book? Not too long, just" She paused as she led him down the few steps into the stable. This was the entry she favoured the least, but it was the quickest. "A short one." Anna added, when they came to a stop by the puppy pen. The smell of hay and horses had met them long ago, Anna had barely noticed, since she was getting used to it.

And they were awake, and had obviously been waiting for someone to come along again. They looked to have been fed within the last hour or so, and a slight dampness in their fur suggested that they had been for walkies in the snow around the same time. "Come along now, Theo." She said, climbing over the small walls that kept the dogs from escaping.

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Viktor patted her back when he thought she might die, setting down his drink. Without thinking about it, he let his arm rest partway around her back when she was done. "Yeah, I know what you mean. If were were beggars, though, we'd be the most heavily-armed hobos since... ever?" He smiled at the thought, asking someone for change and then pulling a gun on them. I wish I could do that when I was a kid. Make enough money and get Isabel somewhere to stay instead of signing up for all this crap and sending her halfway up the Crimean...
"Callen, we could always take his advice and ruffle some sheets, 'eh? And I'm not making a pass at you; I'm just curious how susceptible you are to death-by-cookie." Probably shouldn't have said that. Sex jokes, unprofessional. Whatever; we're both young adults.

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Theo didn't grab her sleeve; he held her forearm. "Yeah, uh... the 'Little Albert' and Haxton experiments showed that..." He looked at her. A soldier walking quickly because she's interested in her task, making little conversation because she's nice. She doesn't care about pre-21st century psychologists.

Theo hadn't noticed the paintings before, but when one caught his eye, he chuckled. The woman's face was thin, but her dress made her look plump. Like a bottle. "Yeah, they do. And, uh, a book? Um... Try the 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.' Douglas Adam's theories of interstellar travel are ridiculous, but it's a good read."

They had to go outside to get to the stables. The hand he kept in his pocket stayed warm; the fingers around her arm and his nose went painfully numb. He ignored both extremities.
When they got inside, Theo would have scraped a knee and shin if he didn't have pants on getting over the little wall. He squatted (wary of dog poop or piss puddles) with his back against the wall and looked at the litter. They got very excited when Anna came in, whole rear-ends shaking as their tails wagged, falling-forward as their top-heavy bodies rushed over.
Theo let go of Anna to pet/stop a dog that was coming towards him. Caught off-guard, one trying to get in his lap knocked him off his legs, and he went from squatting to sitting. His legs were buried in seconds. "They're like Saifu." He looked at Anna and realized she might not know what that was. "Japanese bull-ant." His numb forefinger was suddenly the teething toy of a puppy. He couldn't feel it; neither could he feel the dog that jumped on his chest and bit the end of his nose. He thought it was being licked, or otherwise being shone affection, and thus didn't react. It barely broke the skin and didn't draw much blood. "Uh, c-can you get off please?"

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"Ain't no cookie gon' be the end of me." Callen said, laughing again. She didn't much mind his arm on her back, in fact she hardly noticed it. She took a sip of her cocoa to wash down the cookie that could have potentially killed her, looking away from him for a moment. "I thought we were going to go over the assignment," she remarked, trying to point them back towards more professional matters.

Yeah, he was a handsome young man, but she wasn't the type to give it up to someone she just met. That was why she chose to treat his joke as just that, a joke. "I keep thinking 'bout, what are we gonna do when we find this guy? Lasso him in? Trick him?" To her there was no doubt that they were going to track him down, after all, how much could a pro-monster sorcerer hide? Especially if he wore a cloak. Everybody noticed people in cloaks.

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She lifted the puppy off of his chest and placed it beside him. She offered a hand to help him up from under this tidal wave of puppy. "Who is Albert?" she asked, not quite sure how this person was relevant to anything. She wondered if he was a smart person, if he liked books, and where he lived.

Anna had, in reality, always known that she wasn't that clever. Most of the time, people had to explain her things twice before she understood, and there was always a lot of subjects in school that she just couldn't get into. Callen was the only one who had figured these things out, and over time she had become an interpreter of sorts, connecting Anna's world to the one around.

The dogs were calming down, and had begun further examining Theo. They knew her already, so she was pretty much ignored for the next couple of moments. "I hope you aren't scared."

She looked him over, and then slowly wrapped her arms around herself. "Sorry for asking but," She paused, not sure if she should go ahead, but did so anyway. "Why are you here? You seem far too... peaceful to really fit the picture of a typical student. And why do you stutter? There's breathing exercises to deal with that, I think."

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"Shoot him in the knees, put him in the van, drive to rendezvous. I'd rather shoot him in the neck, but not until we've interrogated him. And I'm not talking good-cop bad-cop interrogation; this asshole got how many hundred people killed two nights ago alone? He's the reason you haven't called your family, Anna is pissing half her face, and I haven't gotten to mail my sister. I'm going to break his fingers, and his toes, and his wrists. I mean, it's not like you need a radius, or ulna... or tibia... or fibia... or feamer..." Viktor finished his drink and put the can down, then reached for a cookie, breaking it in half. "I mean, unless we have some bullshit humanitarian rules against it." He shrugged.

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Theo mumbled the best "Thank you" he could, circumstances given, when the puppy was removed. He took her hand and got up so they only attacked his legs. "Little Albert was a child who's mother was poor. She was paid to let him become an experiment baby, back pre-world war one. Every time he went for his favorite toy, or something like that, a really loud bell would be played behind him, and he'd start crying. So soon he started to hate that toy, and wouldn't play with it anymore. If anyone touched him with it, he'd start crying again. He was 'psychologically conditioned to induce fear while in contact with controlled stimuli.' A month later he died of SIDS or something."

Theo went to pet a puppy and got his finger nipped again. "Ow." He rubbed it and stuck both in his pockets. He looked at her, about to say something, when she posed her question. "Sorry? I..." he shrugged. "I d-don't know. Why I was picked, for any of this. I think the school would rather have as many mentally-prepared humans available as possible in case of a full-on attack, I guess, than leaving the 'unfit' at home. I knew about vampires and stuff for a long time. They found out I did, and a letter came in the mail... You can imagine my parents thought it was a ruse for a credit card or something. They were sure surprised when an unmarked, black sedan pulled into the driveway..." He sighed, thinking of his mom and dad. With a shotgun and rifle hanging over the fireplace and enough hunting equipment to put Rambo to shame, I'm sure they'll be okay. Probably.
Then Theo thought about addressing the other question, and didn't know a good way to do it. "I don't stutter... I'm just... I don't now. Are you saying I'm wimpy, Anna?" There wasn't any anger in his voice; it was an honest question. "I don't think I'm anymore cut-out for this shit than wet cardboard, and that's probably true. I just get... nervous I guess. Around guns, large animals, loud noises, cute girls, people bigger than me..." He looked away from her, across the stall. "I'm not an imposing person."

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"It's nice." Anna told Theo, "That you're not like the one's who think that talking the talk is enough to get you through. Not everybody needs to be big and scary, sometimes the 'little' people can accomplish much more than the others. We're a balanced team, the five of us." she looked upwards for a few seconds, before whispering to herself "At least I hope we are..."

She placed a hand on his shoulder, not because she wanted to make him feel small or belittled in any way, simply because it was her way of reassuring someone. "I don't think you're wimpy. I cannot judge that, since I've never seen you in action, but I'm getting the feeling that when you need to, you'll be brave. Just like anyone else who has something to lose."

She took a moment before bending down to move a puppy who was biting at her boot. Apparently it had found some loose threads to bite at, which was really rather distracting. "Everybody gets nervous. I get the gun thing. I'm not much for them, but that's simply because I'm bad at using them. I always miss, it's very strange. I get the large animals too. They used to freak me out a lot. Do you mind the horses?" She asked, gesturing towards the other animals.

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"I'm guessing that I'm your bullshit humanitarian, then." Callen said, shooting him a slightly insulted glance. "Force should only be used as a last resort when dealing with hostages. I'm sure that it won't help our negotiation chances if we shoot the man apart before contacting the other side. I also believe I once heard that revenge is not the optimal goal. I want to fight this man because I don't want any more to be hurt by his actions. Killing him wont set anything right. It'll just be one more dead."

She too grabbed another biscuit (some of these tasted like oranges, and they crunched wonderfully when you chewed, it was oddly addictive.) and put the whole thing in her mouth at once, because why not. She brushed off her hands, before placing her elbow against the table, and her hand below her chin, to sit more comfortably.

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Viktor sighed and slid his arm off of her, letting both of his arms sit on the table. "Oi..." He looked at the plate of cokies and thought for a few seconds. "You sure you don't want to hurt him, Callen? Think about how many students are dead. But... I suppose Anna, Theo, and Timothy will probably be of the same opinions." He looked back at her. "So we go in, spray mace, and then what?"

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Theo thought about it. "The violent Russian who knows a lot about guns, the dyslexic warrior with a fetish for medieval weapons, the backup who I can't tell the difference of threatening me or joking, the soldier I know nothing about, and the scared-of-everything brains. Do we even know eachother's last names? I mean, yours is Helsang, we all know that..."
Theo looked at the horses (trying to ignore the still-attractive girl's hand touching him) and thought about them, too. "I don't know. They smell like shi-manure. They attract flies. They'll kill you if they're spooked. They eat a lot." He shrugged. "No, I don't like horses. I mean, they're useful pack animals, and sources of glue, but that's it, and it's one-or-the-other; a race horse is too much muscle for food, and a glue horse has to die to be used." One of the puppies jumped into his calf. He looked down and tried to shoo it away, but the moving of his hand only got them all excited. "Ugh..."

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"I don't know who those people are." Anna said, for a moment speaking in that flat, serious tone again. "I do know the Russian who knows all you need to know about weapons. I know the girl who found her niche and feels fine there, because she's good at what she's doing. I know the backup who always has an idea, and who won't mind listening to your troubles. I know the boy who wants to do his best in memory of the dead." She paused as she gave his shoulder a slight squeeze, thinking that this peptalk was pretty fabulous. At least for her standards. Her default reaction to people being sad or down or negative was usually just to go 'There, there,' and then escape at the first opportunity.

"And then there's the scared-of-everything brains." She added, pointing at him with her free hand. "That's you. In case you couldn't follow my incredible speed."

She turned away for a moment, about to ask if he wanted to go back with her, (it was getting late, and dinner wouldn't be that far away.) when she suddenly realised exactly what he'd said about her. She instantly turned back to face him, this time poking at his chest. "HEY! It's not a fetish! It might be a phallic symbol, but that doesn't mean it has anything to do with suppressed sexual urges!"

She also then realised exactly how embarrassing those words were, and the right side of her face turned almost as red as the left side.

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"Nah, Anna's gonna wanna eat his face off, Lecter-style, y'know? I think she's pretty upset about the whole shot-dead-his fault thing. And then all the students. People react differently, it's understandable. I'm just trying to stick to that point where I can be smart and not get into trouble. Who knows when we're going to need a bargaining chip? I don't know about the two others, though. I don't know them well enough yet."

She giggled, and nodded at his last question, sipping at her cocoa. "Yes, mace. And then we tie his shoelaces together, no one can escape from that. And then we pull his shirt over his head. Blind the fucka' even more. And then we find some really clever way to transport him to rendezvous. Bam. Shit's done. Yeah!"

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"What's a better bargaining chip than a lead-pipe to the shins?" Viktor's question was as serious as it was a joke. He let her talk, taking another cookie, and considered the theatrics-over-stupidity risk with her ideas. "You know the mace Wildlife and Game officials are given in Alaska? It's used to ward off grizzly bears. It will kill a man at twenty feet. Or... well, it'll make him comatose from pain. Imagine a werewolf getting a blast from that." He chuckled, thinking of a time he'd taken a girl's perfume on an "Extended trip" in the mountains around the school. Stupid bitch shouldn't've been spraying perfume when we're fighting monsters that track by smell. She cried about how expensive it was the whole way back...
"We could always try tying him between two horses and race to the rendezvous. However gets there fasted brings in the biggest half of Sorcerer."

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Theo was slow enough that he thought she seriously didn't meant who he was talking about. Are you that daft, woman? Why would someone so stu... OH! Okay, yeah... clever... fuck. He sighed and thought about her version of everyone. It was far less fatalistic, for one thing.
And then she poked him very hard, and it kind of hurt. "I didn't mean fetish like it gave you a woman-erection, Anna! Why do you think everything between you and I has to do with someone sexual, profane? I meant like... predilection. Unusual preference. Not that you have a hard-on for armor. Who'd even do that? I mean, how would someone fuck someone with platemale and a sword? That just sounds... painful, and awkward." He crossed his arms. "You misunderstood me."
Another dog jumped into his leg and buried its snout in his ankle. "Stop it, dammit." He bent over to pet it and was attacked by the litter. He was knocked down and, again, swarmed by thwacking tails and slicked tongues.

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"Ha. Ha." Anna said, for a moment staring down at the buried Theo with a cruel look in her eye. "Yes, my puppies, destroy him. Show him your merciless force. Smother him and I will bury him in the night."

Of course she didn't intend to do that. She actually didn't know why she said it, it was probably just a bit of her humour. He seemed to be all right, but she still squatted down and begun pulling the dogs away from him, one by one. It took some time since they seemed to think that it was a game of some sort, and did all in their power to return to the boy.

"Look," she started, as she finally could see his face again, "I'm not a chaste hero. I'm a teenage girl. Not everything I talk about is assignment this, assignment that, even I gotta let loose every once in a while. But if it bothers you so much, I'll stop talking about sex. I get that not everybody wants to get it thrown in their face all the time. Sorry."

She was rather sure that she was saying the right thing, and with a tiny smile, that almost wasn't there at all, she continued. "I'll head back to the library in a min. You can escape the puppy inundation now."

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Callen squirmed at the thought of a person pulled in half. That shit was upsetting. It was a little fascinating to hear him mention such things without even flinching when he spoke. He reminded her of the serial killers she seen documentaries about, remorseless, un-empathetic. But it was in a good way... If that was possible.

"Mace sounds nice." She finally said, voice thin with distress over how she, in her mind, had just compared her friend to a serial killer. In some ways, the soldiers were, at least most of them. One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. "I'll be safe from both grizzlies and werewolf, that's pretty good. I like that. No maulin'. Not at all."

She looked away, once more sipping of her cup, and only now realised how nice it tasted.

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Viktor shook his head. "If you spray a werewolf with bear mace, it'll go comatose, and probably die. I'd go back to the taser, Little Ms. Pacifist." There was only one cookie left; Viktor picked it up and broke it in half, holding one piece out for her. "Uh... I think we ate dessert before dinner. Hope no-one minds." A cloth was being draped over the serving table; dinner would likely be served soon. "It's not that bad, though-the bear spray that is. It's like... If someone poured hotsauce in your nose, then plugged your mouth until you suffocated to death. Also, they're pinching your eyes with tiny salad prongs."

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Theo let out a half-serious plea for help, interrupted by tiny giggles. But eventually the puppies were removed and he could sit up again. He wiped his face of puppy and tried patting down his sleeves; they were covered in hairs. "Well, Anna, I don't mind talking about sex with you." He got up and patted his pant-legs off. "I mean, if it helps keep your mind off things." He shrugged. Why not be crass for once? I'll probably be dead tomorrow anyway. "I don't know what about sex should be discussed, though." He gave her a small smile. "Favorite position?"

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Finally Timothy had found some way to stop thinking too much and pass the time. Surprisingly he went to sleep. An alert mind was as useful as a grenade of handgun. That was the only reasoning that actually let him try to sleep. His body needed it of course, the uncomfortable night, the practice with Anna. Everything of the last few days still weighed on his muscles and organs. Of course he didn't need so much energy to recover, the Divine Cheat had dealt with that at least. It was an unwelcome and uncomfortable sleep, the dreams he'd kept away returned. Chaos and madness, the realm that is beyond the constrains of reality but conjured by the mind.

He woke with a nasty sweat, chest heaving. He gulped for air. That night was one of the worst since the ambush only a few days ago. The time when he truly realized the horrors of their enemies. The emptiness of the village, the darkness suddenly breaking. He shook his head and let it fall back onto the pillow. That banshee's voice; Warning of impending doom; Impending death. It was almost like he could feel the aura of that cold, disturbing chamber right now. Yet of course the words rang true enough, even if they were conjured from his mind. They were possibly going to die on this mission, they were possibly going to try and fail. The world would be left at the mercy of the monsters if there was no contingency plan. Everything would be for nothing. Anna, Jones, Vikor, Callen, Theo. They had spend the last parts of their life with the knowledge of the darker world and training to fight it. Sacrificing most of the chance of living a happy, normal life. He growled low and shook his head again to clear those thoughts. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing.

This wasn't the time to think about that. A aimless argument that would disintegrate into nothing but pointless contemplation. He thought of Anna, that injury that scarred her. She was a Helsang, her father was the bastard who worked to defend humanity. She had no chance of a normal life, even more of it was snatched away by that burn. Yet the fight, for him it was a moment to release. For her she seemed to enjoy it somewhat as well. A normal life wasn't all there was to enjoy. Timothy got up, finding his limbs actually somewhat refreshed. More so after he had a quick shower and dressed in the clean uniform. He stride was strong and confident as he strode down the hallway, hungry and heading to eat. The nightmares still dwelt in his mind but he reminded himself of his companions, his friends, Anna.

He got to the dining hall as the rest of the students began gathering. Dinner was about to be served. In a very different manner, which kinda surprised Timothy when he first noticed. Instead of the small communal set up earlier. Instead they were smaller group tables, and there seemed to be a lack of buffet, instead patrolling waiters. He found it odd that such effort was being put into it. Although he supposed for the host of robots it wasn't a problem. He moved around the tables, searching for familiar faces. He spotted Michel, then Callen and Viktor. He couldn't see Anna, who he was look for particularly, nor could he see Theo. He slowed his pace. The two already claiming the table seemed almost comfortable talking so he didn't rush to interrupt. He had hardly spoken to them since he had returned. Would it be too much to join them. Despite his delay he eventually wound up at the table.

"Can I sit?" He asked first, there was space for the whole group and he expected Anna to join Callen later. So he didn't think he was too presumptuous in asking. "I guess Anna and Theo aren't here yet?"

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Callen looked up, happily chewing the cookie she and Viktor had shared. "Hey man! Where you been at, I thought you were hangin' with my girl? Where is she?" In Callen's vocabulary, 'my girl' most definitely meant Anna, and she shot him a smile as she gestured for him to sit. She didn't feel like he was intruding, or unwelcome in the least. She liked the guy, he made her think of underground pillars that held up mountains in dwarven kingdoms. Not about to goddamn break. Calm, unpretentious.

"I think we're in for a treat, they're really making something outta it," she said, lightly slapping Viktor's shoulder, nodding towards the rest of the room as she did so, wordlessly asking if he'd noticed it too. "Maybe it's a party!"

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She scoffed at his question, equally amused and insulted. "That's a little too far, I'd say!"

Anna took a moment to say goodbye to the dogs, patting their heads and scratching their backs. She promised them treats for the next day, and hoped that she'd be able to make it down to the stables before they were sent out. It took no time at all to get attached to such creatures. They were filled with curiosity, and prepared to offer unwavering affection and loyalty. She wondered who could pass up such a deal.

"I'll ask if they have that hitch-hiker book. There must be a lot to hike to in a galaxy." she explained as she climbed over the fence, before waiting for him a few moments. It turned out that the librarian knew exactly what she was talking about as soon as she asked about a galaxy hiker, and she was brought an immensely thick book*. At first she just stared at it, thinking that perhaps this was a joke Theo had played on her, because this was most definitely not for people with reading difficulties. The librarian was a nice fellow though, and agreed to copy the first couple of chapters for her, which she was given in simple printer paper.

Right then the dinner bell rang, Anna looked up, as a reflex action, and then begun folding the papers so that it could fit in her inner pocket. "We better hurry, I don't want to miss out."

*This is based on my own experience with the book, since I once checked it out at the library, and it was HUGE. Huge. I mean it. Biggest book I've ever seen. If I recall correctly there was a lot of appendixes in the back, so maybe that was why it was so big.