Welcome to Gaia! ::

It was probably better for Aymet that he didn't have a nose. Well, he had a spot on his skull that used to be a nose, but everything he sniffed with hardly smelled like anything at all. The room wasn't intriguing to him because it smelled bad - he lived in the basement of the undead dorm, for Jack's sake, if he could handle that then no smell was going to send him running - but because of the decor.

The dracolich stared at the flag, which was not only visible but the only thing in the room that didn't seem to be covered in dust, cobwebs, or darkness. FFU? It looked legitimate. This was his first revolution, though. Kind of a small one too. Was anyone else going to show up, or was this it? Maybe if revolutions got too big they stopped being revolutionary.

Aymet looked around the room again idly, then took a spot standing next to one of the dusty boxes, not far from the stairway door.

The moment Braum slunk into the room, he smelled blood. Old, nasty, and far past its prime, but blood nonetheless. His feathers ruffled softly at the thought, and he momentarily wondered just what he'd gotten himself into. Tracing the line of his eyebrow with his middle finger gracefully, he stepped into the light of the room, passing the other two males brazenly. The dracolith smelled like carrion, the monster not much better. Rolling his eyes he stretched his wings once before letting them go back to rest. Glancing towards the flag, he almost sneered. What a gauche looking rag, even if it DID seem like the only well-kept thing in the place. In the middle of the light, he turned back to give a bored, droll look to the ones who called themselves 'male' although they didn't seem very dominant at first glance.

Perhaps physically they were male, but Braum was so far unimpressed. Most likely, his arrogance and ego would be his downfall, but the thought didn't occur to him that whomever had shanghaied this group into action wanted a HUMBLE entourage. Turning fully to the pair behind him near the door, he folded his wings neatly behind himself, in the same way he folded his arms and mostly out of habit than ulterior motives.

"Braumithras. Charmed." he quipped, his voice deep and droll, without trying to DELIBERATELY be insulting.

Israfel peaked his head in the room. It seemed legit in some ways. Revolutions always started underground. Or that's what his cousin had said. But she had also said that you could eat barnacles and that was a lie. A dirty dirty, salty lie. One that had chipped his tooth as a hatchling no less. So it was with timid steps Israfel entered the room and awkwardly said his hellos.
The first one was addressed to G. Why? Why not? Even if the giant was taking up most of the space and dominated the room, he was also a familair face who Israfel knew wouldn't hurt him. After all, if G was so terrible he'd have not taken the ribbon! "Hey G, so, that green on the sign up sheet was you I take it?" Er, yeah. Tact. Israfel lacked it.

A voice sounds out from the shadows, "This look's promising!"

"...it looks pathetic and...smelly."

"SHUT IT! The only smell here is the smell of Revolution!"

"Sir! Yes, Sir!"

Now! There are many Great Injustices in this world of ours..."

"You must be this tall to ride - sign!"

"Really high counters at stores!"

"Yeah! Those really suck! Especially when you're trying to see whose one the cover of that months PlayFairy!"

"Yeah! We gotta take a stand!"

"Right! Meaning that BATTLE. IS. INEVITABLE!"

"Peaceful Resolution is for Sissies!"

"So we're gonna TRAIN YOU in the WAYS OF WAR!"

"Cause there's not point in having a flimsy meat shield!"

"RIGHT! And so....WAIT. NO."

"Dude, they aren't supposed to hear that sort of thing!"

"Ah...oh yeah."

A couple small coughs and the shuffling of feet can be heard. "Anyways! Let's get you grubs warmed up!"

"We don't do no stretches!"

"In WAR, a grunt who stops to stretch get's themselves maimed! Horribly!"

"...and then used for Spare Parts!"

All things considered, they were likely speaking from experience.

"Exactly! As Revolutionaries, we need to hone our Elite Stealth Skills!"

"Like ninjas!"

"And for that, we have a small training exercise! We call it the Stealth Ops Preparedness in Total Bad-Assery Training Regime!"

"...I just call it Hide n' Seek."

"AND I CALL YOU A JACK DAMNED IDIOT WHO NEEDS TO NOT OPEN HIS JACK DAMNED KNOB GOBBLER!"

"...sorry."

"So to continue! Revolutionary Trainees! Get your assets in gear and HIDE! HIDE! HIDE!"

The barked orders were firm and absolute. Maybe, despite everything indicating otherwise, this so-called "Grande Revolution" would teach them a few things.

Probably not, though.

One nice think about the green beast Israfel had noticed was that he tended to not notice the little things. Such as social faux pass or general 'not everybody likes dead frogs'. G was simple and sweet, and Israfel found it rather refreshing.
What wasn't refreshing was the sound of the speakers. Wait. Who a whut now? "Old on a second, are fighting for Playfairy?" He was a bit confused, mostly because that was a dirty magazine. Second because he was sure revolutions didn't start with those things. But the word badass got his attention. All he had to do was hide? Hm, maybe Mr. Darcy's, (Ohhh Mr. Darcy) class would come in handy.

Bul was on his way to one of the outdoor walkways with the intent of finding a nice place to nap or loiter when he remembered a very crucial class when passing the gymnasium. Remembering he hadn't yet signed up for a class- he also recollected the sheet of paper he had written on before. Before darting through the large doors he glanced around suspiciously then slipped on in. He was shocked to see that there were others occupying the room, and grinned nervously.

s**t, this is totally not it... he thought to himself, but caught sight of the flag posted. Before too long Bul also recognized the green giant from the student elections and felt a huge wave of relief. This definitely didn't look like some joke, especially if that big monster he admired was hanging.

The red head staggered forwards to see other boys and even a few girls he wondered how he hadn't seen before- that is, he assumed the beautiful blue siren was a girl... from a distance in such a dark space it was unquestionable. Quickly though, having been in the room for but a few moments, he followed the orders of the booming voice and looked around desperately for bleachers or rafters in which he could climb and stretch behind. Bul was sorely disappointed he couldnt talk to the others first, and nervously looked to see if he could find them.

The pep talk was quite stirring, especially the part where everyone started running for their deaths to different corners of the room. Stealth was a somewhat alien concept when one was six feet tall and glowed in the dark, but it sounded promising.

The dracolich attempted to wedge himself behind a stack of boxes just outside the ring of dingy light. Maybe he should have left his wings by the door when he came in to save space. His blue eyes roved around in their sockets as he attempted to spot the others he'd seen and heard before they dove out of sight - but his eyesight was no help.