[b][color=fff79a]Hazel Baker[/color] & [color=662d91]Kusari Bloodworth[/color][/b][hr]

Her mouth felt like it was burning, as if the food was fighting back.

For any other thing Hazel would have perhaps followed Kusari's suggestion and gotten another bowl of food, one that wasn't as angry. But for something as delicious as this... . In all its burning, it actually tasted quite good. Had this been anywhere but here, and had the situation anything less than this, she might have just shut out Kusari and ate in silence. The danger that Kusari spoke of was quite worrying. 

[color=fff79a]"We are all in danger."[/color] She repeated. Wiping away the tears in her eyes, she glanced over to the object Kusari was holding. [color=fff79a]"I do not have one of those, but my number is –"[/color]

[color=f7976a][i]"-SWP-3851 but thats classified. Keep it secret from everyone outside for me alright?"[/i][/color]

[color=fff79a]"My number?"[/color]

Hazel looked down at her food.

Kusari snapped her fingers in Hazel's face. She didn't know why she was suddenly stumped and staring at her food, but the conversation was going nowhere at this rate. [color=662d91]"You don't have a phone? Where are you from anyway?"[/color] Kusari let out a sigh and shook her head. [color=662d91]"Whatever, come with me after classes are over to get one. I need to upgrade from this piece of junk anyway."[/color]

Hazel jerked slightly as Kusari snapped a finger in front of her.

A phone? Was it that important? She was familiar with phones and what they do, but they weren't really that important to her. After all, if they wanted to tell her something, they'd find a way somehow. She had no idea why this tall girl seemed exasparated from the sheer fact that she had no phone.

[color=fff79a]"I understand. I will come with you after classes are over."[/color]

From what she remembered of the schedule, that would either be between  the time of 3:30pm to 4:30pm after the classes were over, or after 6:30pm should Kusari consider combat training one of the classes.

Kusari chewed on a piece of lobster, just looking at Hazel. If she didn't know any better she'd assume the girl really was an android. She should have expected this, but this school really was full of weirdos. [color=662d91]"You're kinda boring to talk to, aren't you?"[/color] She rested her head on her hand, her elbow on the table. [color=662d91]"So, nothing interesting happened to you call week? I experienced being impaled, that was... something."[/color] Kusari wasn't sure if the memory was one that should be filed under terrible or worthwhile.

[color=662d91]"Did you maybe go to ground zero? I want to know how your ability is advancing."[/color]

[color=fff79a]"I see. I apologize if it inconveniences you,"[/color] was all Hazel said in response to Kusari's first comment. [color=fff79a]"I have experienced nothing unusual this week, but I did go to Ground Zero. My ability..."[/color]

[url=http://i.imgur.com/L7kxkpr.jpg]That girl'[/url]s face flashed before her eyes for a second, grinning in a way that made her skin crawl. [color=fff79a][i]"Its all for you!"[/i][/color]

[color=fff79a]"My... ability..."[/color]

Would she tell her? Would Kusari understand? Was she part of them? It was an irrational fear caused by those few whispered words from what was undoubtedly her stigma, but it was one she could not shake off. It was like a maggot that had eaten its way deep into her flesh, one not easily removed save for tearing herself apart.

[color=fff79a]"I have been improving."[/color] She replied, looking down at her food.

Kusari let out a sigh. Once again she'd found herself eating with someone that was refusing to tell her something. Looking at Hazel, she could tell that it was something deeply personal this time. So she decided to not pry into it any further. Simply holding a conversation seemed to be a monumental task for the girl.

[color=662d91]"Improving huh? That's good. There's no telling what we'll be running into in the future, so we need to be ready for anything."[/color] There was a lull in the conversation now. Kusari eat in silence for a while, wondering if she should find someone else and get their number. However, something had been nagging at her.

[color=662d91]"Before I grew this... Leg, I saw something. An ocean I think. I don't usually have dreams I remember, in fact I don't think I was even asleep on that battlefield."[/color] Kusari pulled on her braid, trying to find the words.

[color=662d91]"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but did you see something like an ocean on that day?"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Dreams... Ocean?"[/color] Hazel sat up straight at those words, looking directly at Kusari. [color=fff79a]"You..."[/color]

Her mouth opened, but no words escaped her. What was she going to say? What would she say? That Kusari had the same dreams as her? Ask her if she saw that girl as well? Hazel could not think of anything else to say, for if Kusari was having the same dreams as her, there was nothing to say.

[color=fff79a]"I... am afraid."[/color] She spoke with barely a whisper. [color=fff79a]"The room is breaking."[/color]

It seemed Kusari had managed to hit a nerve without meaning to anyway. The words Hazel used didn't quite make it clear if she had seen what Kusari had seen, but she had a feeling the girl had seen the ocean based upon how she reacted. She wouldn't press the issue more. [color=662d91]"Forget about it, it's probably just DC messing with us."[/color] Kusari said. She doubted the being would just mess with them for no good reason, but at the same time, nothing it had ever done made any sense. Her tray now devoid of food, she took it in hand and stood from the table. [color=662d91]"I'll let you eat in peace. Remember to meet me after class, alright?"[/color] Kusari said, then taking her leave. With not much else to do, she headed back to class.

Hazel stayed for a while longer, staring at her unfinished food. Kusari didn't understand. She didn't understand at all. Does this mean she was alone with her dreams? Hazel stayed a while more before finally moving, going back to class.