[color=cyan]"What the hell!?"[/color] A young male shouted from his bunk-bed. An equally pissed off female voice came from another room. [color=crimson]"YEAH! And they're meeting today."[/color] She told him from her room, groaning as she fell back against her bed. [color=cyan]"Are you sure you didn't just mishear it? I mean, why would they make such a weird team? Something has to be up."[/color] He added, shaking his head even though she couldn't see him from his room. The girl stood up and walked over to her door to stare at her friend through the hallway. [color=crimson]"Alec, why would the Harp make such a large team? I mean, seven people? Most teams consist of four members. Why are they special? Just because Shae Arca is a big name..."[/color] [color=cyan]"You're just jealous because the people in her team are such outcasts. I mean... I've even heard they're assigning new people to the team."[/color] [color=crimson]"...New people?"[/color] [color=cyan]"Yep, he just joined from what I've heard."[/color] [color=crimson]"Sure, why not. Let's just break ALL the fucking rules."[/color] The female threw up her hands in exasperation and stormed back to her room, not wanting to look at the pile of paperwork piling up on her desk. --- Meanwhile... Along the corridors of ECHO's airship, four pairs of feet walked in tandem, heading towards the main meeting room. Three pairs of black boots surrounded one single pair of white boots as they marched their way in. [color=gray]"Harp, they should be arriving any minute now.[/color] one of the men dressed in black stated, motioning for the figure in white to step forward and take a seat at the conference table. The figure simply nodded and took the seat, silent. [color=gold]"...Have you heard anything more about the Lost?"[/color] [color=silver]"Only what you've already heard, Harp."[/color] a female voice spoke out, bowing slightly as she spoke. The figure simply nodded once again, sighing. It's voice was hollow and empty, as if any amount of emotion had been drained from it. --- On the other end of the ship... [color=moccasin]"OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. I'M LATE!"[/color] A small voice rang out as Isabelline Carter bolted to a sitting position on her bed, her hair bunched up and tangled. [color=green]"Welcome to the living..."[/color] Her bunkmate returned cooly, not looking up from her book. Her bunkmate was a year older than her and had been at ECHO for a shorter amount of time. Isa blinked for a moment, staring down at her, Salena was her name. She was tall, thin, and very pretty, something you honestly wouldn't expect for a member of ECHO, but she was pretty good. Better than Isa, anyway. Quickly, Isa threw herself from the top bunk, losing her balance as usual and falling to the floor in a heap of bruises and cuts. Salena ignored her and continued reading, something about the history of Barallia. Isa groaned for a few minutes and slowly got up. [i]Wait.. I'm... There was someth-[/i] [color=moccasin]"I'M LATE!"[/color] She shouted again, remembering and rushed over to her closet, her wings knocking things over in the process. For such a large person, relatively speaking, they'd given her such a small room... It was terrible. [color=green]"Yep, heard you the first time."[/color] Another emotionless remark. Isa went on, pulling on her clothes carefully, sliding her wings through the slits. When she was finished, she stood before her bunkmate and grinned. [color=moccasin]"How do I look?"[/color] She asked. Isa had on a pair of jeans, a khaki colored shirt with a jean coat over it and black boots. Her hair was tied up in a bun to hide the knots, which still showed in the messy bun, and her eyes had globs of what she called 'sleepers' in them. Without looking up from her book again, Salena answered, [color=green]"Tardy."[/color] [color=moccasin]"OH SHIT!"[/color] Isa shouted before racing off down the halls towards the meeting room.