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Penlope saw that Camory had gotten a bit upset when she said they were getting close. "By the look on your face I don't think your too happy about that. You shouldn't be jealous. You should be kinda happy." she said turning to look at the two duo. She can see them as good friends. Penelope looked down. "You should already know that Olivia didn't have many friends to begin with and after the ... incident it was pretty hard for to make any." she said. Even though Olivia didn't hand with Penelope much, Penelope always observed her from far away and even though she was from a distance Penelope always supported her. When Camory began getting excited about space she smiled a bit. When he picked her up and began shaking her she didn't like it. "Camoryyyyyyyy stoo-oo-oop. I don't....feel goo--ooo-ood." she said trying to get away from his arms.



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Segarus Hagisaka: Hazard Squad

Hate all you want, but you can't break the girl who thinks nothing of you. So go ahead. You can't be compared to me.

As usual, Flos was curt in her explenation, and when Flos was done tellig her why oh why they'd be associating with pirates, the answer felt wholly unfullfilling. Is she looking down on me? Don't tell me everyone is overlooking the fact that we're working with bloody pirates just because they want to go to space, Millie thought cynically, her opinion plain on her face. She might not have thought the risk of speaking bluntly to Flos about this was worth the reward, but she couldn't hold back the look of disenchantenment. I wonder how up to date this school's moral standards are. It's like we're mercenaries in training.
However, since her say would likely be brushed off as invalid, Millie urned to Olivia who'd called out to her before Flos answered. "Am I alright? What makes you think I'm not alright?" Millie asked haughtily, but her sharp voice was somewhat softened. Millie could at least appreciate Olivia's decency to ask. She glanced at the girl her sister was introducing herself to with an irritated sniff. "I'm just constantly weary, that's all," Millie said, a spark of what might have been...humour...in her voice, if a little pessimistic.

Tess smiled triumphantly at the little pipsqueak as she returned her own name. She took a pause for the cause, listening intently to Flos mission asignment, and the short exchange with her sister. A slight chuckle was hidden behind tess's fingers when Millie was brushed off, a sort of trend that was going on in this school. Everyone took Millie for a rude tongued 11 year old prodidgy here, though they had no idea who he truly was.
"How interesting," mumbled Hidey beside tess. She grinned encouragingly and nodded in response.
"It seems so, huh? I can't wait, this is going to be life changing. Oh, but my sister will definetely find something to be a grump about. That's her over there, in case you didn't know. She's about your age. I saw you two talking. Are you freinds?" asked tess, already knowing the answer.

Hate has always given birth to more hate. The gyre will widen, and sense drifts farther and farther, chaos ensuing.

Hate all you want, but you can't break the girl who thinks nothing of you. So go ahead. You can't be compared to me.

Tess blinked, dumbstruck. "2-200?" she trid to affirm, as if her ears weren't hearing right. She'd assumed the girl to be about 11, like Millie. After a moment of wonder, she quickly rationalized that in a school housing mythical creatures it wouldn't be completely irrational for someone to be a century or two older than they looked. And of course, not able to say that, yes, Millie may indeed be 200, or even older, she scratched her cheek avoidantly, not saying no either. "W-well, if you are friends with her, I wouldnt get on her bad side. She has a temper," Tess fabricated, trying to sell Millie as bad goods while Hidey was dressing in her own private dressing room. "Just a warning... Anyways, do you think I could borrow your dressing room when your done?"

Mille shrugged at Olivia's observation. So she hadn't just been talking about her sweaty lack of stamina. That quickly rendered her preordained counter of "At least I can sense a troll coming" useless. Millie tracked Olivia's look back to Hidey and her sister. She wondered what Millie thought when connecting the dots. Did she see weakness?
"Didn't think I'd see anyone near Penelope's size."
Oh, she's fairly simple minded. That's unworrisome. It was good to Millie that Olivia wan't reading into it. "And yet there's two of us. Granted I'm perhaps a little taller. Ironic. Your sister's supposed to be older than me, isn't she?" Millie half-smiled.
"Hey don't worry about stuff like that. Right now we have a mission to focus on." Olivia was telling her the right thing. If she couldn't do anything about her sister, and if she couldn't do anything about the mission teacher's reckless tasks, then she might as well give up getting her knickers in a twist.
"You're practical. I'm glad you have a good trait," Millie said curtly. It was the first time Millie has said something complementary to Olivia. At least with her pretty words had not become a necessity. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, Cammy seemed to grovel for constant reassurance. She'd tried being nice to him, she'd even called him a princely type, while he was female, but he was like a never ending blackhole, crushing her effort into oblivion over one tiny comment she'd made to Olivia on their first meeting. He took the first impressions way too far, in Millie's opinion.
Millie hustled her suit, mask and jetpack into her tipsy, scrawny arms and looked invitingly to Olivia. "Come along to get changed?" she requested.

Hate has always given birth to more hate. The gyre will widen, and sense drifts farther and farther, chaos ensuing.