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Zeta Eight seemed to not hear most of the other introductions, maintaining a rigid posture that somehow did not seem to bother in the least, despite the fact that her spine looked painfully straight. In fact, she was listening, rather attentively in fact, mentally sorting through the information they revealed about themselves in the hopes of finding the traitor, albeit with severely disappointing results. So far, none of them had proved more or less likely than any of the others, and what was worse, the term 'traitor' had such a vague connotation, she felt at a loss at where to begin. This made her feel rather frustrated, which was problem in itself -- she did not like the emotions that had begun resurfacing more and more frequently, no matter how muted.

Her attention had started to drift as time went on, focused more and more on squashing her own frustration, so much so that she barely noticed when 'Harry' had begun to speak, her attention flickering only at the word 'destroy.' Flicking her gaze towards him, she stared for a few long moments, her mind completely glazing over Alpha Nine's introduction, (she knew who she was,) as if willing Gamma Three to repeat herself. There had been something there, something she had missed, and she felt that white-hot searing under her flesh again, agitation mounting. But it seemed she didn't need her to repeat herself. At Eta Four's response, Zeta Eight's gaze immediately went to the other girl, her attentiveness almost rivaling this 'Hermione Granger' that the Eta was claiming to be, waiting until her words died off, and others started to speak before planting her hands firmly on the table, leaning forward just slightly.

"What is a voldemort. How did you obtain this information."

At first, her voice was as normal -- clinical to the point of sounding almost sarcastic. Of which it clearly was not. Although it certainly didn't sound like a question. As if not satisfied with how Eta Four's response was not instantaneous, she suddenly leaped from where she had been sitting, her chair going flying behind her, crashing onto it's side.

"Answer, or I will be forced to neutralize you."

It seemed she was quite serious. Whether 'Zeta Eight' had read Harry Potter before this, she certainly did not remember it now.

Oblivious to whatever stares she might have been obtaining, the female Zeta continued to stare down 'Hermione,' her frustration suddenly shifting to bewildered uncertainty. She seemed utterly confused at Zeta Eleven's introduction, and even more so as Eta Four 'consoled' Alpha Seven, her mask finally tilting beside her where Alpha Two was whispering something.

Insane?

"They are mad?"

She, however, chose not to whisper.

Shifting her gaze back to 'Harry,' 'Hermione,' and 'Cho,' Zeta Eight blinked slowly behind her gas mask, her posture relaxing visibly. She didn't sit back down, but she seemed pacified for now.

We're all mad here.

The "Doctor" in question had been leaning in closer to A-10, he quickly sat back, and responded, a bit indignantly, "Oh well, I like that." He huffed for a moment. Really, if these suits had the appropriate flap for it, the man would have been pissing on every tree and attractive leg he walked past.

"Now see here, chum, I was just about to reassure the young miss that she was just as pretty as the former fellow formerly known as Zeta 11. Which she is." Turning back to the girl, he patted her arm encouragingly, "Why I bet Cho Chang wouldn't have a spot on you, really! Bet you'd be like that french lass. You know the one that's part vee-something?"

Reasoning with Muggles could be difficult, but as the child of two of them, Hermione elected herself the best person to reason with them -- though, really, she assumed she was the best to reason anything. With anyone. Ever. About anything. Even stuff she didn't know about. Seriously. Everything.

When Zeta Eight hopped to action and threw her chair aside, Hermione merely stiffened and then sighed. How could she blame the girl? "I was like you once," she said, shaking her head. "I woke up here -- lost, tired, without a single memory to call my own. It was terrifying. I had no idea what I was supposed to be fighting for. There were no loved ones I could think to live for, no job or purpose for which I knew I cared. What kind of life is that? It's no life at all." This was not a lie, or a delusion. Eta IV had been in the throes of an existential crisis before Gamma Three opened her eyes.

But Hermione totally sounded like a know-it-all douche.

"And then I discovered that I was a powerful witch who had a memory-erasing spell cast on me," she said, waving a hand. "But--" And then the professor was speaking again, and Hermione promptly shut her trap.

When the professor began talking again, Hermione flipped over her card and began to scrawl notes feverishly. Right, so she just needed to figure out who was the guilty party. It certainly wasn't her. She had nothing to hide!

Tapping her pen against the desk, Eta Hermione remained silent, quietly suspecting every single person who was not herself, Gamma Three, Alpha Seven, or fine -- Zeta Eleven. She had no intention of being the first to say so, however. She wanted to see who pointed the fingers first!

(( E-13 was Neutral )), he didn't know anything about any of these guys except that Team Phoenix was definitely not a greek letter, and Harry Potter was a wizard (but maybe that explained all the teleporting and talking horses).

E-13 glowered at Z-4, then took out his own cell phone to double-check. Yep. Same message. ...And a new message, saying that he'd better get a hold of some pendants.

Ha ha. What did they want him to do, build a pile of them to roll on.

"I told you," he growled. "I didn't even want the stupid things. I got stabbed with ninja stars and my arm near burned off and a boot to my sensitives. And I was lucky. That room had pillars of fire and piranhas and s**t. I don't know if Death over there needs a red herring to make this more detectivey or whatever, but after that text they sent out they didn't need a courtroom drama to make sure the entire island was riding my a**."

((Everyone))

Glancing around the room Theta thirteen frowned very deeply again, the reaper told the truth, any of them could lie, and a lot of them would be gunning to probably kill each other. Eventually he let out a long sigh.

Inquiring everyone at the table he spoke, "Have any of you actually killed any one yet? I've fought two people, but I didn't kill them, what about the rest of you?"

"Oh that's just awful!" Z4 unfortunately, was dead serious in his wave of sympathy, reaching across the table to pat one of E13's hands. "I er... had a little... moment..." He touched the temple of his mask, looking a bit embarrassed, "Involving a little girl..." which was followed by a quick glance to A10, "But I wasn't the one to kill her and it was all a huge mis.. under... M... Mister FIVER! You ARE alive!" Somehow through all of the journeying and mingling he hadn't quite noticed his friend-of-five-minutes-back-from-the-grave to fully register what he was seeing until that moment.

[Neutral for now]

A7 patted A2's shoulder, uttering a quiet 'Sorry 'bout that sweetheart', before shrugging at her question-exclamation. "Nah, he was. He's lost his mind on the way, just like these two-"

A7 was cut short when the figure decided to talk. He listened carefully - but the words went in one ear, and out another. Certain key words seemed to catch and stick in his mind, and he mulled them over thoroughly. There's a traitor in here, that much he knew. What, exactly, did it mean to be a 'traitor' in a room full of people who potentially want to kill you? Would it be the opposite of that? Was it someone who didn't WANT to kill people?

... His head hurt thinking about it.

Regardless, there was one guy who had two pendants. How, exactly, does someone get two of those things? More importantly, why was he still alive?

In true brutish style, A7 just wanted to accuse the people he didn't like. The traitor would die, so why not get people who suck out of the way now, with no regrets? He almost considered A4 for a moment, but it was difficult to decide whether he still liked the Doctor for his ridiculous conversations, or hated him for the attention A10 gave him. As it stood, the pros and cons of the Doctor remained neutral.

Z11 fired the killing shot on A10. Surely he wanted that weirdo to die, didn't he? Glaring at the man who claimed to be a woman, he faltered for a moment, hesitating before laying the smack down. Things just didn't seem as black and white as he'd previously thought.

Several people began to converge on E13. That was exactly why A7 was glad he didn't have a pendant, and he snorted in laughter. Where was that sandstone when he needed it, to paint that big red target on E13's back? Hell, even A7 considered naming him the traitor - call it team instinct. Crowd mentality. If everyone thinks you're the bad guy, you become the bad guy. That's just how life rolls.

For now, if only because it meant A7 didn't have to think too hard, he considered himself neutral. And surprisingly quiet about everything.

[E-5 is Neutral.]

There was no reason to doubt E-13's story, he already knew E-4 had the pendant to begin with and well with everything else on the island it just merely floating to the end with the other one wasn't much a surprise to him.

"Hey if I had my bandages I would fix you up Puddles," he replied with a snort seeing no reason to question him further as for the pendants no reason to demand them, well not yet. It seemed rather useless without weapons or a way to escape to steal or kill E-13 for them, not that he was sure if he could.

Turning his attention to Theta-13 he felt no need to hide what had happened in the battle of the doom like ponies, "I didn't kill anyone however I did aid in killing at least two to three members of the Beta squad when the pony attacked is, however," he paused remember the face of B-7 showing back up on the field, "they didn't seem to stay dead like E-3 when they killed her. Beta 7 reappeared why is a rather baffling notion to me."