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Cass made a small face - a sort of 'oh dear' - when asked what the mists needed to know. "Sun division is offense - they run into battle at the front, Moon division is defense - they do likewise. Death division gathers information, and Life division takes that information and uses it in development of new things. Mist Division is the jack-of-all-trades division. As a Mistie, you need to be able to hold together a group that may need you to stand in for a little bit of everything. A group of moons might need you to be a Sun and a Death for them. A group of Deaths might need you to be a moon and a life for them. It depends. So...keep on your toes."

As it ws, however, Cass didn't mind her name being shortened up by Ofelia, a woman who sounded pretty on top of things. She already had plans for that one - introduce her a** to Bix, it sounded. Yes....

In fact...

"Hey, Ofie. Lemme see if I can lure someone in for you to talk to about the Sun Division. He's a Sun intermediate trainee." with that, out came the phone.... and then a really dumb look over her face.

Why had she even....

"This..might..take a minute..."

What Bix ended up getting from his slightly-blind-not-sister was the following:

As soon as Cass had started speaking Syd's full attention had turned to her, even to the point she was ignoring Izy. So she was a jack of all trades? She had to learn everything? "I see," she said quietly. There was a lot of things she needed to do to fit in this new life. "I need to start learning quickly," she told herself, but there was a strange expression on her face. It was a look of anticipation.

She could do it. She could be a good Mistie. She would work her a** off to be a good Mistie, regardless of how dangerous this was. She would face this challenge head on, the poor sacrificial lamb decided. She would face it--

Izy reminded her sharply. Her hand went up, touching her choker.

Those in the common area would hear a bustling, falling noise coming from the hall. Folloed by a flash of light, and then the sound of hurried walking/foot dragging/cane using.

Bix came hobbling around the corner with his beautiful golden bow clutched in his hands like a walking stick (which is what it was being used as right now).

"Did someone say 'sulk party with a blind girl's posse'?" That's how he'd translated Cass's message and it wasn't too far from the truth. The albino hunter was bandaged too, a Hello Kitty bandaid was stuck to his cheek and his hands and fingers were wrapped to the elbow. There were dark bruises over his toned shoulders and he wore a white tank top and loose athletic pants. "I also thought you were drunk from the message."

He'd at least made an effort to tie his intermediate coat around his waist.

"Oh cool.. Chinese NEWB year!" Bix made a 'HA! GOTCHA!' face and finger pointed at Cass. emotion_awesome

Bix patted Cass's reaching hand for just a second until it had relocated elsewhere. He didn't want her falling over or hurting herself further. They were all pretty beaten up and the bandages were a testament to it. Mina hissed nastily in his head about being used for a cane and so he desummoned the bow and hobbled instead.

"Ofie huh? Cool name!" Bix flashed the new girl a grin. He was trying to be cool and suave cause she was cute. They were all cute. Was being gorgeous part of hiring procedure? Dr. H must be involved somehow. He probably manhandled all of them before he put them in the pods.....

"Yeah I am a Sun hunter. Still a trainee but just got promoted a little while ago. We're the hard hitters." Bix gave a thumbs up and a grin, bandaid wrinkling on his cheek. He wouldn't mention the demotion. "What's your weapon?" He looped his long braid around his neck. While limping it was good not to have hair that may further knock you over.

Wilson silently reached for another pot sticker just as Bix entered, using his bow as a cow. Mouth open, he lifted a finger to point at the pseudo cane, but then stopped himself and shook his head. Never mind. He was forced into even more silence at the pun. By now, the man looked a lot like a fish, his mouth opening and closing as he attempted to formulate a response. He found none.

Shaking his head, he finally forced the piece of food into his mouth with a satisfied grin. As Wilson started his quest of stuffing himself silly with Chinese food it suddenly occurred to him that he had failed to get the new trainee’s name. He followed after Sydney. Mouth full, he said, “Hey! Ah fo’go’ tah give mah name.” Swallow and smile. “I’m Wilson! Death trainee.” He tugged at the tattered ends of his jacket to reveal the dual scythes. “You?” His eyes lit up at the fortune cookie in her hands and leaned over to read her fortune. So much nostalgia~

Ofelia turned her face away with a small blush, her cheeks lightly dusted in a rosy hue. She wasn't looking away because she was flattered or embarrassed, nor was she looking away because she was unused to such comments - she was more or less looking away because she was debating on telling him that her full name was actually Ofelia, and she was glad that he enjoyed her nickname. Most people back home heard her name and went the other way, not that she minded. Left alone was a good thing sometimes since she invented a whole knew language that way, taught herself how to knit, and ended up nearly failing math class.

Errr.... "Oh, mah weapon? She's a set'a knuckledusters, calls 'erself 'Rue'. Ah'm excited ta be in a division that let's me fight."

Rue was silent. Odd. "An' yer name is? An' yer weapon?"

“Sydney.” He nodded his head at her, quietly filing away the new trainee’s name for reference. Wilson wasn’t exactly the best when it came to remembering names, but after a couple more meet-ups he was sure he would be able to remember Sydney’s name afterwards. “Mist division, hm? Sounds like a pretty tough place to be in, if you ask me. You have to learn everything, right?” Shaking his head, he frowned as he attempted to imagine himself in the mist division and trying to learn all four division tasks. It didn’t work. If Wilson had been able to hear Izy he would have gladly answered the weapon, but unfortunately he couldn’t and only continued to stuff more food into his mouth.

He would have reached over to grab a fortune cookie for himself—he always got a kick out of reading the fortunes—until he noticed Tedan grabbing a familiar red envelope. The name didn’t come to him at first, but once it did it flew out of Wilson’s mouth. “Hong bao!” So the envelopes were filled with money? Who had done this and how had they somehow procured money? Interesting, interesting! Curious, he took an envelope and peeked inside.

SN: Syusaki

"Bix sounds jus' fine ta me." Ofelia smiled brightly and kept her pace slow as they moved, not wanting to stress out the injuries of her new conversation partner. She felt pretty lucky to get to meet another Sunnie this soon into her time here, and she felt even happier to be asked to eat. "Feel free ta always call me Ofie if yer wantin'."

It seemed like the fastest and easiest way to Ofelia's heart was through her stomach, or just the fastest way into her good graces anyway. "Food sounds great. Ah've always been impressed by the food we get here, does someone do the cookin'?" They did seem to have parties here a lot, and she hadn't had to skip a meal (there'd even been pizza once), and now she had set her eyes on a set of potstickers. Ofelia couldn't even remember the last time she'd had potstickers. She stuck a fork in one, popped it into her mouth, chewing it before deciding to respond.

Wasn't that why Bix had been called, because he was a Sunnie too? "Mmm, yeah. Ah got a sun on mah jacket, so . . . a nice trainin' spar sounds good too. Jus' Ah hope Ah won' be takin' up yer time or anythin'."