First days are uniform in the fact that they always retain an overall feel of being overwhelming. That was expected, that was something Abbi felt prepared for as she was led from the pod room. But once she'd crossed that threshold she'd found there was no way to prepare for all that was Deus. By the time Nevada and Stormy had led the girl to the darkened Cove, her head was positively spinning, the nausea from earlier turned into a sinking feeling that was about to bring her to the ground.
Actually, totally ignoring the odd darkness of the room as she descended the steps, the first thing Abbi did when she got to the bottom was to sit down on the last step. Panic was starting to rise, that odd little bubbling of worry she hadn't felt since before graduation. The recruiter had come to her before the end of her senior year of high school and she had accepted on the spot. Since then she had spent her days in secret excitement, glad for a goal that was her's alone, one that her peers would not get the chance to participate in. Months had been spent preparing for this place, for this grand hero's journey and now that she was awake she found it was darkened without electricity, that something had happened and she'd woken at a bad time.
Not only that, there was simply just so much to take in. The two girls who had been there when she'd woken up had been extraordinarily kind, had been patient with her endless list of questions, but there was simply too much. There wasn't a brochure she could read, the recruiter had not given her even so much as a guidebook on this place and she could only go off what the two (really pretty that was totally not fair) girls had told her.

So even though initially the darkness of this place had mildly frightened the girl, being here now in its coolness gave her a moment to soak everything in. When they showed her to her dorm room (please oh please pleaaaseeeee let that be soon!), Abbi promised herself to just write all this down. She would devote a whole notebook to the things she could learn here, just put it all on paper and get it out from inside her head. That way she would have not only a record, but a way to keep the panic of the newness at bay. That was a really awesome plan.
The girl squares her shoulders and takes a few deep breaths, knowing that the more oxygen she gets in her circulation will help clear her head. And she has a task here, so she has to really do her best. In fact, she has to do more than that! She has to impress the two cute girls showing her around! She has to come out with a really awesome weapon! This is it! This is her chance to make her destiny concrete!

Once more energetic the teen hops up off the stair and clatters fully into the room. Not sure exactly what to do besides take one of the many tablets that line the walls, she stands in the center for a moment and thinks. What had the girls said again? Just... Pick the one that called out to her?
Well, uh, how exactly what she supposed to do that? Everything was so quiet!
With a purse of lips Abbi stepped forward to one wall, a hand experimentally reached out toward a tablet that has a sword carved into its front. The barest brush of one pad of her middle finger against the stone causes a cacophony of voices to explode in her head, an entire crowd shouting at her.
Abbi flinches hard and jumps back, shaking her hand in hopes that will dull the noise. When it doesn't she begins to fret again, afraid she has done this wrong and ruined everything. Oh god, all these noises, all these different words and phrases won't stop they just won't--
{ OI. OI LASS. }
--Shut up, if she could just get them to stop maybe she could rethink all this, maybe she could figure it out, but what was that noise? It sounded like a fire, but in a weird way like maybe it was caught in the wind or--
{ 'ELLLOOOOOOOOO }
--And Cheesus, Rice and Crackers, there was one speaking louder than the others in the worst imitation of a British (Or was it supposed to be Scottish?) accent Abbi had ever heard and--
{ Are you 'avin a giggle at me? }
...
"Nooooooo?"

The voices in their multitude had quieted, still an odd little whisper in her mind. But there was something about the one that was speaking now, something that called out to her more than just simply doing the action.
{ Me thinks you are! And 'ere I was about to pledge meself to ya, but if you're just gonna 'ave a laugh at me then I won't let ya pick me. }
Pick Abbi? What did she mean by-- The weapon will choose you, not the other way around. Wasn't that what the two girls had said, or at least meant that?!
With a squeak the girl jumped in place, her hands clenched tight in front of her chest.
"No! No! I like your accent its kind of like Hagrid's and I love Hagrid! He's so nice!"
There is a considerable pause, the other voices rising mildly in tone like a wave that quickly ebbs.
{ What the fook is a 'Agrid? }
...This was going to be fun.
"Its uh... A character from a book that got made into a movie..." Abbi screwed her mouth up again, the hands clenched at her chest starting to lower a little. "So are you... Are you my weapon?"

There were a lot of weapons in this room, each tablet had a different etching and there were all kinds. Some were glowing more than others, some were totally dark. But one to her right was getting a bit brighter than the others.
{ Eh. I guess so, if ya want me. }
The tablet that was glowing brightest now had Abbi standing before it, one hand on her hip. A simple scythe had been drawn into its face in simple strokes, common looking.
"They said that you would choose me. So why did you want me? You were screaming really loud."
There is another moment of consideration, the other voices now hardly there but still they murmured and whispered and judged. Abbi knew they did, even the girls she had met had judged her by her nose and her hair and how confused she had been. But the sound of a flickering flame drowns out those doubts, a steady noise that is beginning to replace the whispers.
{ I know wot you're thinkin'. I can see things 'bout ya. And ya think ya deserve things. Ya think yer special and precious and ya came here to get all the things ya want.} Another pause, a small noise like a laugh brushing behind Abbi's ear. { Ya got spunk. Not a lot, but enough. I got spunk too, more n'you. But I want ya to get the things ya deserve. }

This little speech touches the young girl in a way she was not expecting, a hand reaching up to touch the tablet. But before her fingertip touches it, she pauses. The last time she touched one of them they all started screaming, but she's so close to getting this done and getting this whole experience started and that flame noise has increased, it calls to her.
With a determined squish of her mouth together Abbi reaches both hands up. Her fingertips slid easily around the tablet and she pulls it without difficulty from the wall. Only for a moment longer, just enough time for the teen to take a few steps backwards, does the tablet remain stone. Once Abbi finally stops it begins to glow a soft pink, then a vibrant pink and with wonder she watches it become a host of flickering little lights that move up and up and around.
They flash once, bright enough to make Abbi flinch again. But when she opens her eyes once more she's holding a long wooden handle etched with countless symbols. Awe transforms her features and her mood, her hands shifting forward to look at the heavy weight at the top. The etching on the tablet did not show how wonderful this thing was, how the scythe was so long and nasty looking, how it looked rugged and awesome, like some epic weapon from a video game.
{ Ah, little lass ya know how to compliment a ghoul. I like ya, I like ya a lot. }
"I like you a lot too Miss... What's your name? I'm Abbi, by the way."

The flame noise had one last little rise in volume before it disappeared, the weapon shrinking down until it was merely a bronze ring on the girl's finger, a pink crystal sticking out fashionably from the top.
{ Viveca. And nice to meet'cha Abigail Killian. }
"Hi Viveca. This. Is. Awesome."