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Music: Lil' Miss B. Betani stands in shock at everyone's reactions to her appearance. If one looked close enough, they could see her lips swiveling ever so slightly, followed by a shy blush momentarily flaring her cheeks at Radovan's remark. "I am not an evil woman." She shook her head and looked to the side, still holding her nose high as proudly as she could. Steenee, or well, Nee, as her name was, still hid behind Betani's legs, especially with everyone approaching her in one way or another. She'd extended one of her hands to Kai when she kneeled to her and shake it. When she saw Emmanuel and Solosis, though, she peered a bit more before skittering towards them, followed by Betani's strict eyes following her. "Nee, where-" The Pokemon shook her head and stood before Emmanuel as the elevator doors opened for the group. She held something up in her hands for them...some berries? [Emmanuel received x3 GMO Sitrus Berries: Heals 30% max HP. Alleviates status conditions.] The Pokemon bowed and ran off after Emmanuel took the berries from her. Betani shook her head but welcomed her with open hands, brining her up to her chest and holding her like a mother her child. Or a younger sister. "Happy now, you little thing?" She asks and Nee nods happily. Betani sighs. With her attention diverted to Emmanuel, she addresses his question first. "Why yes." Her eyes seem vary of him as she talks. The group enters the elevator. "My name is Betani Tri, and I am a Cadet here at Space Aether. I'm 16 years old, graduated at 14, top of my class, obviously." She runs a hand through her hair in a boastful way, smirking. "And yes, I attacked you earlier, but only because of that wretched Gina, who messed with the appointments only to get herself on that rescue flight. Because, you know, I was the one who was supposed to go there to get you." The girl is quiet for a moment, letting this sink in. She glanced at Sena like a Mandibuzz her prey. She could feel the animosity in his voice. "I am, of course, of higher authority than you lot, but still nothing to write stories about. I work at Cadet Security as well." She added to Frederick. "You can, though, if you so wish, call me Miss. Tri. I won't complain." As she talked, the elevator had both started going up and already came to a halt. Betani led the group onto the F0 Lobby, a spacious hall at least three times the size and height of the Cadet floor, B9. Grand, glass doors were the main feature that came into view first and also where the group was headed. "We'll be boarding a Space Car, which will take you to your new house. After that, I suppose you'll be done for the day, as will I." Betani continues as you walk. "If you have any further questions, feel free to ask me." [Ask Betani] 1.) About Nee? 2.) About Cadets? 3.) About Security? 4.) About the Cadet Master, Mr. Shun, and his son? ... ... 7.) About the Abravators?

Herrman sighs in relief. "O-oh thankfully I-I've not broken anything on your f-face." She rolls onto all four and gets up, holding the staff on her chest. She smiles and blushes. "I-I have been...so tired...after the g-grim news...i-it's all so scary..." She says, acting innocent. "T-that barrel n-nearly fell on m-me...I woke up but I must've fainted back from shock...my grandpa always s-said I-I was sensitive, y-you know..." Looking to the side, her cheeks grow even redder, but her smile persists. She gives him a short glance from under her bangs.

"Ahem." Mason caughed into his fist to attract everyone's attention. Once all eyes were on him, he carefully examined the group, sliding his finger across a holographic screen that had, in the meantime, popped out of the table's projector. His eyes were eventually locked on Zeta and her eyes met his stare. For a moment, they stared each other down. Strangely, Zeta didn't cower. She just sort of looked at him with curiosity, whilst his eyes revealed no emotion until the very last moment before he broke the stare and turned his head away, at which time they glistened momentarily, the meaning of which was beyond the Cadets' knowledge. Music: Lounging About "Miss Cathode is not your boss. She'd merely failed to arrive at the ceremony, unlike Mr. Frederick, who at the very least showed up, even if he wasn't with the group at the time. For this, she would've been prohibited from graduating, but we've decided to be lenient in her case, so she'll be joining you from the next mission onwards." The Vice Prez spoke calmly, betraying none of the ill intent Quina had felt in the room. He even smiled slightly at the group. "You might wonder why you are meeting me instead of the head of your Department, but I'll have you worry not. You see, Mr. Shun is taking care of a recent Gyarados outbreak in his home-Nexus, #04 and also searching for his son, who went missing earlier today, gone off radar completely. It's still unclear whether he'd gotten caught up in the mess with the appearance of #08 or something else entirely. From my knowledge, he was supposed to be the one to pick you up from the port, but alas, he never filed for the job, so we gave it to Miss Tri." Music: Proper Introductions "Oh, but silly me, let me properly introduce myself. My name is Mason and I am the Vice President of the Space Aether Foundation. I have been appointed to first apologize to you for any inconveniences possibly caused by the Aether-Net fiasco. We are glad you've all made it back home safely and offer you our deepest apologies." He gave a slight bow. "I am also here to congratulate you on graduating. As a reward, you will be given 5,000 Space Poke-Dollars on your joined account to spend where your team's needs lie. Additionally, your A-Comms have already been provided with 5 Aether Balls each when you arrived. Use them to catch more Pokemon in the Nexuses you uncover. Miss Granazia has also received a Move Slot and 50 Effort Points. P-AZ, whom you've met in the Aether-Net, has been restored by Prof. Banana and he'll be operational soon enough. At that time we'll allow him access to your A-Comms, but for now, there's no need. What's important now is that we take care of the young girl you've brought with you. Gina's reports say her name is Zeta and the Murkrow and Gabite are hers." He looks in Zeta direction, with Murki and Meggie standing behind her. She doesn't protest. "O-ok! But I'll be able to see Kai and the others again, right?" She simply asks. "Yes, of course, as soon as we examine you and take care of your Pokemon. They'll be placed into Aether Balls and given to you under Space Aether's juridistiction. You'll be asked several questions and we'll run a couple of uninvasive tests to determine your case. You are an oddity, young lady." He smiles softly. "You'll also be temporarily placed with the group in their appointed settlement after we're done. Now come." Mason extends his hand towards Zeta. She walks over to his side, together with Murki and Meggie. They don't complain, trusting her. "The rest of you can rest for now. There is an escort waiting for you in the lobby." He points towards the door. "Meet her and she'll take you to your new home. Your families have been informed about your safety, but you won't be allowed to meet them at the moment. At the start of your Cadet career it is imperative for you to become independent. That is the reason why. I hope you'll understand. You can phone them from the house when you arrive." He says as he walks out of the room with Zeta through an alternate exit behind the desk. Zeta waves at you and smiles. Murki and Meggie do the same, with Murki bawking instead. "KRAAAA!" "I'll see you soon! Don't worry about me!" She says, before going out of view as the doors close and the group's left alone. It was a brief congratulation and a briefer apology, but you assume it's because of the mess that transpired. The higher-ups must have a lot of work on their hands, especially with Zeta's mystery as well. She seemed fine with going, though, and Mason promised nothing would be done to her except some questions and tests. What remains for you to do is to go meet your escort. You feel like you know who it'll be, though......and you're not quite pleased with the notion. The doors open, revealing a particular girl standing there with her hands crossed. A small Stenee shily peeks from behind her legs. "Well, see who it is." The girl snarks, raising her nose up high. The Stenee waves her arms apologetically. "I'm glad you're not with that lousy woman anymore. Wherever she'd gone, she better stay there. Meanwhile, I've been given the menial task totally below my capabilities agsinst my will, that is, the task of escorting you to the house they've given you as a group. Come now with me, no need to waste time." She grins and basically stomps towards the elevator. [Mason and Zeta have left the scene; Betani has entered the scene]

Herrman napped quietly. However, when Arthur shook her, she instinctively slapped his face with the staff's bottom end, making a red mark of his nose unless he did something to dodge the strike. She laid on the floor still gripping the staff when she noticed what she'd done. "O-oh, Mr. Arthur! A-are you ok?"

In the darkness of the below-deck area of the ship, a shadow lurked, gripping a long staff, she slit behind barrels and supplies, careful not to disturb her surroundings, as she had been taught. Assassination was difficult. Assassination by poison as well, as she needed to remain fully hidden, as if she'd never existed in the first place. The poison as well. In this case, magic. Sleep magic. And she found a perfect target, whatever they were doing. Herrman stopped, looking at the man-bat doing vertical push-ups. If he could not endure her assault then he wasn't prepared to fight. Slowly, she held her staff up, silently...until the boat rocked and she screamed, a barrel nearly toppling over her. Dropping to her knees, she started sobbing, loud enough for Arthur to notice, rolled to her back, holding a staff to her chest, it started glowing, encasing her in the soothing aura. And she began to snore.

The elevator's door closes, Radovan's questions only answered by a short nod and confirmation that it may be done in the future if they so wished, leading the group downwards... SPACE AETHER HQ - B9 Cadet HQ - **NPCs at the scene: Zeta, Kadabra, Alakazam** With a relieving ping, the elevator stops after quite a short bit of time. On the screen above the floor buttons is the number 'B9' indicating a level below ground, which, in #00's case, meant below the city's level. The Cadet Headquarters were designed much like the rest of the Space Aether HQ, clean white. What set it apart was that, when the group exited the elevator, they found themselves in an open circular space on the West and East sides, leading most likely to the far ends of the HQ building and opening into a majestic view of a pure blue sky. One would imagine the floor was fully open like this, but the truth was the walls were made of glass. Loads of sofas and arm-chairs of comfy and colorful design adorned the floor, but the first and most important thing that came into view was the info-counter right in front of the group. An Aether Employee sat behind it, greeting them with a nod. "Welcome, new recruits! Please follow me, the Vice President is waiting for you." They stand up and gesture towards a door to the side of the counter. "We must take our leave now." Kadabra bows to you. Alakazam floats over to his side and the two make for the elevator. CATHODE SPACE AETHER HQ - floor B9: Cadet Command Center - **NPCs at the scene: Mason** Mason smirked. "Well good we've come to an agreement then." He takes a couple of steps away from Cathode and sits behind the desk. "Now be a dear and greet our guests. They'll be your new friends. Oh, but remember what I said." Crossing his legs leisurely, he looks to the door as it opens and the rest of the Cadets enter the fray... **PiS will return for Chapter #02** [The two groups have joined and everyone can post freely now. Please be kind and greet Cathode~]

"Of course, I also enjoy the good ol' fashioned casserole, my namesake, beef included." Cass couldn't stop himself from grinning at Idei remark about bubbly drinks. He states his words calmly and watches Idei run off except over there, he also catches a glimpse of a certain person...once again in a pickle. "Can't ya keep safe even for a damn moment, eh?" He storms over to the duo, giving Idei a raised eyebrow look before shrugging and pulling the precious lyric from his pouch. "Aye, I've got it, no worries." He shrugs as he bites down on the paper to hold it like that while grabbing his guitar. "Lady said it worked for flutes and whatnots, but eheheh, I like it a bit more rough. Lesse how it works." He adds as he starts playing the melody. It was sort of ancient in a way? With his guitar and how it worked though, it sounded more rough. What once could've been a gentle melody was now just as powerful, if not more, given Cass's playing. "Take it as a reiteration of the song, ha! I know, lesscall it a remix!" He grins, still biting on the notes, fully into the short segment of the song he'd memorized (which was more than enough for the battlefield), he bobs his head, playing the final accord which leaves the cap'n and the spy feeling rock-harder than ever. Move to D16, use Ninis' Grace of Madante and Belros

"A song's gotta got impact, same as a fist."

Orin As much as this must've been demanding on Assassin, he was still just a Servant. Orin had his nose smashed right into his face before being pulled back up again, only to fall down again the moment later. He could feel the warmth spreading over his nose down to his lips and smearing both across the general portion of his face as he fell again and into his beard. Being placed on Debronee's shoulder afterwards only served to continually push it into his stomach. He fell to his knees and palms as Debronee stopped. For now, all he could think of was the sheer frustration he was feeling. "How? How did they know where we were?" He practically yelled as he grabbed what was left of his glasses and threw them away into an alley. He held his nose and yelped then looked at Debronee, his face contorting into quite a pissed-off grimace at the sight of his injury. "Can you use your hand?" He asked though he knew the answer, standing up and looking at his scratched up palms. He picked the backpack up and threw it over his shoulder. He could see what the ship had made from the road. Imagine waking up to this mess in front of your building without any knowledge of the Grail War being held. He was used to destruction, though. "Can you fix yourself or something?" Orin followed his previous question without waiting for a reply. Even if Assassin was still on the ground, he'd remain direct. This enemy was far worse than they'd imagined. They were lucky to be alive. But at what cost? Assassin's arm? What was he gonna do now? Run around until their opponents got annoyed and gave up. From the adrenaline, probably, Orin hadn't noticed earlier, but now as he tried to step forward, a jolt of pain bolted through his right leg and he hissed and stopped in place, dropping down into a crouch. He must've sprained the damn thing. Great. He grabbed it as if squeezing it would help, but it didn't. It just made it worse. Maybe his broken nose wasn't the worst thing that'd happened. Orin limped back up only a few steps so he could throw himself against the wall. He pulled a bottle out of his backpack and took quite a volumptuous sip out of it, still breathing heavily. One heck of a start to this war.

Herrman gives Wren a long look. She clearly had never even given the slightest thought to the situation Wren was describing. She wasn't much concerne over opinions nor did she consider the bard to have been acting cowardly or anything. She smiles at him softly "N-no need to apologize. Y-you did what you thought you should...r-right?" She nods as if understanding fully what he was talking about. "Y-you've not wronged in my eyes....y-yet..." She smiles mischievously for the first time, putting a finger to her lip. "A-and make sure you come again tomorrow s-so I can work on your wound some more..."

"Yeah well it's a good way to pass the time. And dat dancer ain't goin' nowhere. Leave 'em be." Cass shrugged and chuckled in a very manly manner, which included raising his chest up high and letting out a long sigh of relief. He wasn't gonna say he also pretty much grew up on the streets. Not yet at least. "If you were lazy you'd fish 'em? I though stealin'd be the easy way. I myself enjoy sweets. Say what ya will, dem cupcakes hit me hard right 'ere." He pounced with a fist onto his chest where the heart was. "Ya Idei we've not heard yar fave food!"

Herrman pulls her hands back and nods when Wren unclothes himself on his own. She didn't quite get what the fuss prior to that was all about then, but she let it go. What she couldn't let go was the bandaging. She'd never seen a job done worse, honestly. In her household they were taught how to kill. It was a dangerous job though, of course. She'd known how to handle these sort of things since she was but out of her crib. "L-let me see." She said calmly as she placed the jar and the staff back on the bed and then went on to search for the place the bandaging ended. She'd shoo Wren away if he tried to complain, of course. Eventually, she located the loose end and could finally begin to unravel the mess the bard'd made out of it. Soon enough, his chest would be fully exposed. Herrman examined the wound. It was still bleeding. That wasn't a good sign. She'd need to close it up as best as she could with what she had before even worrying about removing the scarring. She took the jar and opened it. An intense medicinal smell, almost like rubber, filled the room. She didn't twitch, but Wren probably would've from the sudden olfactory bombardment. "S-stand still...this might sting." She wasted no time pushing her small hand into the jar and grabbing hold of some of the ointment with her fingers. She ran it smoothly across Wren's wound from top to bottom, her touch soft but swift and precise, unlike her constant stuttering. As promised, it stung. It stung almost as hard as it stung his nose. But after the quick jolt of pain, it soon subsided and dulled the sensations around the area of his skin and flesh. Herrman pulled a clean rug from her pack, using it and what water she had here to rinse away any blood around the wound. She then took her staff, kneeled before Wren and whispered a short prayer, placing a hand on his chest. Light enveloped the wound, taking away any remainder of pain that might've persisted through the ointment's dulling effects. Had Wren known Herrman better he could've assumed the ointment was probably some manner of poison she was repurposing, but alas, he did not know her well enough at all. She smiled at him as the wound's edges began to wrinkle into themselves, melding with the new layers of skin growing over the exposed flesh. Halfway there, though, she stopped and stood up, leaving his wound quite a bit shrunken but still visible. "I-it's a deep cut...I could hardly do as much with my abilities a-and equipment right now...but I'll w-wrap you up and it should be fine. We can take care of any scars later...i-it should be easy to fix." She gave him a bow.

"Ye shot the good one, Idei! Grats!" Cass gave the rider a thumbs up, for a moment honestly worried after he'd seen Idei's general expression persist throughout what he'd initially presumed to only be a joking remark about targeting Belros. He really shouldn't have been as worried about this all, but the whole situation had him on edge. They were all probably on edge, as he could see signs of discomfort both on Idei and Belros as well as what it eventually led the latter to do. He didn't want to have to delve through his own past memories and do something stupid. Every time he saw Idei though, he couldn't stop it. And yes he'd lied to the archer last time they talked. He knew damn well why too. Sorta regretting the fact he brought up all those talks about the nomads first time they talked. Back then he still thought he was gonna get out of all this stuff with the royal guards and that it wouldn't matter in the end. All of it did matter now though. There was no leaving this group, apparently. Something pulled him in, probably the fact they were all good people. Kinda. Sort of. Cadence was on the iffy side. Cass sighed and placed his hands behind his back, looking up at the ceiling. A particularly boring ceiling at that. "Yo Idei, Belros." He decided to call to the two once again. "What'cha favourite stuff to eat, eh?"

Orin Orin didn't get a chance to process much of anything before he got pulled out of his seat by Debronee. He grabbed his backpack quickly. On the other hand, Debronee carrying him out of the car was a hot steaming mess what will all the imminent explosions. Sure, he'd reacted quick enough but...well Orin was far from an athletic person. The moment the first cannonball blasted the damn road away, he turned to look and got his foot caught up on the pavement. The grasp Assassin might've hand on him at a fast speed lost to pure momentary friction and Orin soon felt his nose striking the road almost as hard as the actual cannonfire. Lancer "Awww, you poor poor thing, Master..." Klaren put on his sad face as he joined his hands together on his chest. "I think there's no escaping this, probably? You could maybe use your Command Seals on me and disqualify yourself like that, I think? I'm not sure I was listening when all of that info was being put into my head, hmmm... I might disappear if you do that so if you're still not disqualified you might be left without any protection. I guess it'd be safer to just roll with it for now, ok~?" Klaren smiled at her. He really didn't want her to order him to kill himself or anything. Nor to waste her Commands. At least not yet...he liked being commanded~

"Well yeah you better be sorry." Cass tried to sound angry. When it didn't work, he facepalmed, leaving his face as red as his hair before running off to the side by Idei. He swapped the knife for Bel's Vulnerary quickly before grabbing his guitar. "Idei, ya think ya can shoot that bastard out of this life?" Move to D14; Trade Poison Knife for Vulnerary with Belros; Play for Idei and Belros

"Gah-" Cass had no time to think when Belros actually went down in front of him. He let out a gurgled runt from surprise and frustration, he'd excepted after that little convo that the spy would surely make it. Alas he should've seen this coming and talked to him earlier so as to lend his support better. "H-hey you're kinda bleeding here and there...and on the wall..." He addresses Belros, immediately pushing his hand into his pouch until he finally grabs the vulnerary after some rummaging. Without another word he pushes it into Belros's hands and takes the knife. "Guess I'll hold onto that for a moment..." Cass adds with a tinge of worry in his voice and the way he looked at the other.

Herrman doesn't react to Wren's nervousness. She looks at him in innocent confusion and tilts her head to the side. "W-what's the problem? D-does it hurt so much y-you can't...uhm...open it yourself?" She wastes no time walking over to his side. "I-I'll help you..." She says as she kneels down besides the bed and reaches out towards his chest in an attempt to assist in removing his clothing.

As Wren peered through the door, he'd see Herrman standing in the middle of the room next to her bed with her hands joined behind her back. She gave him a slight bow before walking over to him. She places a hand on his shoulder and takes his hand into her own, guiding him over to her bed. She lets him sit down before letting his hand go and picking up her staff from the side. She also walks over to her pack and pulls a jar out of it, filled with some sort of ointment or potion. "N-no worries...I'll help you. Y-you just sit here and show me the wound."

"T-this could've been more fruitful...b-but I'll be happy..."

CATHODE SPACE AETHER HQ - floor B9: Cadet Command Center - **NPCs at the scene: Mason** Music: Wrong The tone of the whole conversation shifted into a downwards spiral with Mason's last request. He took Cathode's A-Comm without a smile or a grin, merely a look of contempt. He gently held it for a moment, running his fingers across its sides before flipping it open. He pulled a contraption similar to an A-Comm docking site, except in a portable form, and placed it onto the table, after which he attached Cathode's A-Comm to it. Its screen flashed blue and numbers and letters started running across it-its coding. Some static appeared as the A-Comm buzzed. Meanwhile, Mason stood with his back to the girl, observing the process intently. It was over with quite quickly, to be honest, and he returned the Comm back to its owner after a mere couple moments, shut down, presumably to let whatever changes were made integrate properly. Were Cathode to turn it on, she'd find it functioned just as well as it always has. Mason gave her another look before speaking up. "You will not speak of this with anyone, nor attempt to remodify your device. If I learn you've done any such, and trust me...I will know, I'll have your father fired and your Cadetship relinquished, and we wouldn't want that, would we? Additionally, you will work extra hours helping out at the mechanic's, considering your well-versed inventive expertise. Is that clear, Cadet Granazia?" There was something in the way he pronounced this 'Cadet' that made it sound as if he were mocking her, having full control over the situation right now. Like it wasn't a set deal yet, which it clearly wasn't. Also, whatever he'd done to her A-Comm remained a mystery. KADABRA'S GROUP SPACE AETHER HQ - F134990 elevator #3 - **NPCs at the scene: Zeta, Kadabra, Alakazam** "The cycle of Alpha, ah yes. You might mistake it for the season of Alpha, yet it is not the same. The cycle of Alpha is the cycle of beginning. It itself began years ago, as a Wish awoke the Tide. We are nearing the end of that cycle, after which it'll be the time for the cycle of Beta, that of tranformation, abundance and growth, to begin. I hope that answers your question, Young Master Radovan." Kadabra nods, having led everyone into the elevator safely. "I am afraid Abra and I aren't as blessed as Alakazam, for we've only lived our current existence. And Young Master Frederick, it is merely common courtesy to conduct proper etiquette with one's esteemed Patrons. Young Master or Young Miss matters not, for everyone is the same in the eyes of the world. If you wish to be referred to as either, please do tell. The Abravator will be glad to oblige." He claps his hands together as he smiles softly. Bringing a hand (no A-Comm) and running it over the interface causes a set of options to appear on the holographic screen for choosing a floor. Kadabra once again waves his palm and more is revealed-the basement levels. He sets their course to B9 and the elevator door closes. Zeta and her Pokemon are taken aback as the elevator starts to move, but she'd gotten accustomed to such surprised for the day. "We'll be arriving shortly. Vice President should be waiting for you down there." You all know who Kadabra speaks of, as the Vice Pres Mason is a way more prominent figure in the Space Aether hierarchy than even President Haether. He's basically the one conducting all relations between the higher-ups, including Haether, and the public. [NOTE: next post will be joining the group with Cathode]

"O-oh, come in!" Herrman shouts from beyond the door before swooping something under the bed. She gets up and waits for whoever was knocking and calling her name to let themselves in. "I-it's unlocked...a-and I'm decent...no need to worry..."

Orin Orin sighed. 'They want to attract attention. We don't know how strong they are, but that ship's size is scary.' He rode closer to the ship. Only time would tell when they'd get visual contact again, but Orin drove down the streets he thought would get them the best possible shot at getting a view. So long as they actually didn't know the two of them were dangerous, they were safe, and with Assassin's skills, that was an easy task. Behind a turn, he finally caught a glimpse of it through the tall buildings. Lancer Klaren reappeared with a giggle and a flash. "Well, I don't sense anyone near us right now! But there are some Servants that can hide their presence, so we might still be stalked even if I can't feel it! Scary, right~ I hope they don't stab us IN THE BACK OR SOMETHING!" His voice pretty much rose in volume and he leaned closer to the window first and then the door, almost as if asking for someone to notice them....................... "We really should get somewhere safer but we can do that later if you tired, Master! I kinda wanna see your bedroom! Oh, and I wanna ask you if you have any clothes for me, Master! I dun wanna have to stay in these clothes...." Klaren pouted.

CATHODE SPACE AETHER HQ - floor B9: Cadet Command Center - **NPCs at the scene: Mason** Mason let out a deep chuckle that just said how much he enjoyed having Cathode gripped like this. "Thankfully, as I stand above the Academical Board, my word carries more weight. I've decided to let you graduate under several conditions, for I will make clear we've dropped possible candidatesin the past for less than what you've done." His smile disappeared with this last part of the sentence, once again replaced with his iconic death stare. "Hand me your A-Comm." His voice was commanding as he extended his hand over to Cathode, waiting for her to give him her Communicator. GINA'S GROUP SPACE AETHER HQ - F134990 - **NPCs at the scene: Gina, Zeta, Kadabra, Alakazam** [Gina has exited the scene] **NPCs at the scene: Zeta, Kadabra, Alakazam** Alakazam nodded to Kai and the sensation she was having ceased. It then turned away and floated to Kadabra, who gestured with his hand for the children to follow him. "While Young Master Gina inspects...and quite possibly meddles...with Young Master Betani's personal files, we'll go to B9, the floor where you will be working as Cadets, Young Master Karla." "I can't hear you, Young Master Kalva." Kadabra smiled. "You must just be imagining things. Alakazam has no particularly strange powers either, save for the memories she retained from her former life." He led them to the main elevator, which was like a triangular pole in the middle of the floor they were currently in. On each side of the pole, there were 3 separate elevators. They entered the one on the right. "Please do come in." He stood next to the door with a slight bow as they opened and some personnel rushed out, probably to assist in the recovery of rescued people from #08. The elevator was spacious enough, reminiscent of the design of the Nexus Drill's interior. If one wished to sit, they could do it on a platform to the side. It could easily contain the 11 of them, as well as Kadabra, Meggie, Murki and Alakazam.

Mommo "I like you...you don't talk much." Mommo closed her eyes and yawned. Morgan was quite a nice person. She could get used to her, especially if she would later agree to scratch her behind the ear. Sure her pillow was a bear, but she was rather catty. She focused on the Diviner who thankfully approached them. "Good...I was afraid you were busy with them..." She pointed back at the others. "...I want to alter my Giant...he's not what he should be yet..."

Move to N20, use Heal on Rokan (OoC: was gonna be an actual post but then my laptop overheated. Sad times.)