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Solia was still on the social death ladder of one with the rank of gopher and division b***h. Her tasks were menial, tedious, and thus far not the most impressive. Oh, she got to file mission reports, organize this or that, maybe if she was lucky look as some files for things yet to be done, but overall she was just spending her time doing what others told her to do. The case today being get everyone on the death floor coffee from the one non runic machine. Memorize each order and fill it just so. She was nearly done with her deliveries when another trainee appeared in the midst of the hallways.

“Good morning!” She smiled, dashing into a room to drop off the last salted caramel macchiato. Rushing back out to say hi to the other death trainee, Solia was beaming as she bounced over, hand out stretched. “Sorry, just had to wrap up a task. Are you one of the other newer deathies? I just got out of the pods! Solia Delacroix.” Bouncing on her feet, the girl was excited. More people? The better.

Alas, Solia was made of distractions. Distractions and tangents. Sine and Cosine need not apply however. Israfel chirping up in her head to try and not bounce on her feet so much the jittering slowed into a light rocking from the new death trainee. “Minerva! Just like Professor McGonagall. You don’t a cat type weapon do you? Like cats perhaps? I have a thing for Persians. They’re the cutes-Oh! Sorry.” She waved her hand in front of her, rambling. “But really? Well I just woke up so… everyone is older than me in terms of everything here, not just age. I mean, there is Gale who is like, younger than be but he’s a whole hunter and taller than me too! Rank wise I am the newbie boobie. Even if I uh-“ she looked at her chest, “-lack in one of those things. But yes okay rambling again wow. Sorry.”

Laughter came out as Solia rubbed her arm. “But like you said, it’s great to meet another trainee! No matter how long you’ve been a trainee! It just means we’ve got to work harder you know! I’m sure that you’re doing your part, they probably just want to make sure you have all the beginner stuff down pat! Like where everything is and all the info you need to know and who likes what in their coffee.” A sly smile escaped Solia. “I put tobacco in the drinks of those who couldn’t be bothered to ask politely. I might get in trouble but… it was hard to resist. They’ll get it when they get to the end of their cup. Sweet spicy justice.”

A zombie? How.. disappointing. A cat weapon would have been cute. Still, zombie wasn’t bad. “Well, you’ve got the standard slow zombies, your fast zombies, boomers, shrieks, virus born, smart zombies, rot impervious- and those are just going from modern mythos!” Solia chuckled to herself, thinking to Resident Evil. So many zombies. Press A? Press A? She would punch A more like it. “And I know right? He’s just- augh, cue all the senpai kohai jokes. Not for the typical shojo stuff but man, to be that good to be a hunter already screams of badassery and- Oh god you think so?”

Hands at her bust, Solia looked hopeful, so very hopeful. “I was told I hit my last growth spurt but god, just a little bit more would be nice. Not enough to throw my back, god no, but just enough to not look like I’m just a pretty boy with some shirt stuffing going on.” Realizing she was rambling she shut up for a moment as somewhere down the hall, someone had begun to make rather loud gagging noises. Well that was a victory. Sweet spicy justice. “You know nothing. The sauce was a lie, a conspiracy planted by a life trainee. Because… I guess anytime anything bad happens in death, it’s life’s fault. Always.” More background gaging. “But um- let’s bounce. We can go outside. Fresh air. So stuffy in here sometimes.” Grabbing Minerva’s hand, Solia was smiling all the same, and once outside she let go, spinning in the grass. “Ah, much better. But to follow up-“ Hands on her hips she glared at Minerva. “If you do your job, then that’s what they want, if you feel like you can do more? Do it! Don’t hold yourself back. I mean, sometimes we need a break, just… let it out. Relax and find our muse again. Maybe that’s how it’s like for you? Just kinda that stuck in a rut? I dunno. I usually went and had bobba tea and treated myself to grilled eggplant for dinner when I was in a funk. A good meal and a sweet treat can make the world 50 shades of better. That or chocolate, but that’s.. harder to get here I guess.”

Tapping the rose ring on her hand, the blue and silver bow formed as Solia held it out with a smile. “This is Israfel- I’m not sure really! I was scared in the cove. It felt cramped and like so many things wanted to fight but- He didn’t. He was more worried about me than how well I could fight. He just- He’s basically the best.”

To Solia, it was all just life’s fault. Sorry Lex, Ami, take one for team death trainee. Hoes before bros. Even if neither of the life trainees were really ‘bros’. Ami was a girl for one thing and Lex was Lex and more just pancake man. It all made a lot more sense in her head. Her ideas of who to pin the dastardly deed aside, To see Minnie perk up had Solia’s grin widening. “See, things happen and something always comes of them. I mean, things might seem like they’re down in the dumps or that it’s all bleak but there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Just don’t go running for it if you get KO’d that… that’s kind of a light you don’t really want to run for. Well, maybe in a few cases but I like to think that life is worth every second. You only live once and all that jazz.”

YOLO. Or twelve times if you were the doctor.

“Blythe? That’s a rather pretty name!” As the sickles were brought out, Solia’s face lit up like that of a kid at Christmas. “If she’s protective that just means she cares! Israfel frets and makes bird noises when he worries. It’s actually really cute!” In her head, the siren gave a small chirp of embarrassment.

“But god your weapon is badasssssss.” She hissed the s, brown eyes taking them details in. “And I like you too! Minerva right? I might call you McGonagall if I forget. And um um-“ Looking around, the training dummies were not far off in the distance. “We can spar! Or go try to figure out some key combos to max out chains. Or we can uh-“ Suddenly there was yelling from in the building.

“Never mind.”

Oh god it glowed and smoked. “Holy s**t how did you do that?” She stared at Minerva like she was a witch. Holding up the bow, she smiled. “Israfel can just glow. See?” The rose gave a small flicker. But aside from that, nothing. “If I fire an arrow, he makes like… a music note. Hrm, it’s kind odd but it’s cool too. If I could fire them off I sometimes wonder if I’d get a song but Isra says probably not.” Solia hoped maybe eventually she could see if the music was actually some kind of code or the like.

“Ahhh double scythes. So cool. Minerva.” Solia nodded. “I’ll get it. Eventually. Once I do, no worries, until then? So bad.” Scooting from the building she laughed as they reached the training grounds.
“Um best of three? I have no idea how to do a fast spar aside from trying to hit things.” Trying, key word. “I almost wish I had taken archery but- ahaha, no. I went with normal. Volleyball for my sport of choice.”