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[center][i]6:48pm[/i][/center]

Somewhere deep within the expansive archives of rooms, the second born slept soundly, her form settled comfortably among a soft pile of large pillows. The room around her was dimly lit by a soothing orange light, and was mostly undecorated, besides the plethora of various sized pillows scattered across the carpeted floor. A single low rising table stood against the back wall, crafted from roughly cut dark oak with little embelishment. On the table stood a single, large, amplified digital alarm. The numbers on it's screen were presented with dim green LEDs.

When unaffected by the coloured bulb, the walls were painted grey and were designed to reflect noise. This resulted in sheer silence, accented only by a faint humming - a lullaby, in essence. Sleep was indescribably valuable to the Godslayer known as Rue, and notably, the girl slept unclothed and on her front; a position most comfortable considering the bizzarity of the appendages she was known to hold on her back. Unless one were to look directly upwards, the silver hoops which hung from the ceiling would perhaps go unnoticed. They hung in a circular formation, eight in total, and extended about half a metre downward from their rivets. Their appearence was akin to that of gym equpiment, but to the sullen and lazy Rue, they served only as hoists, keeping her [i]appendages[/i] out of her way.

The walls did not silence the bracelet's obnoxious bleeping, nor settle the constant vibrating. The girl stirred at the unwelcome noise, and her eyes opened slowly, kindling out of her comatose. In slow uncomfortable movements, she shifted her arms to either side of her, pushing herself up painfully into a kneeling position. Her head hung down in drowsiness and loose hair fell over her face as a result, shrouding a preturbed expression. With drawn out motions she silenced the bracelet, taking a moment of recovery before even acknowledging the message she had just recieved.

After a long glance down at the device on her arm, Rue lifted her head, and drew a long breath. [i]Finally.[/i] She somewhat longed for a purpose outside of the labs, but despite her wishes finally arriving, [i]she was disgusted at the 6am arrival time.[/i] She turned her wrist to briefly look over the bracelet, stopping at the underside, and stared at the small fuse box which had been modded onto hers. [i]"For times when you lose yourself," they said.[/i] She didn't particularly like shock therapy after every test, but perhaps it was needed out in the field.

With comfort and care, Rue settled forwards into her plush surroundings. And as quickly as she had woken up, the Godslayer resumed her hibernation. 


[center][i]6:04am[/i][/center]
Waking up the following morning presented the first challenge. If it hadn't been for the banshee alarm she had kindly been gifted with, Rue would most certainly not be here at all, let alone a few minutes late. She wandered through long corridors with hooded eyes, her hair now kept properly and partially tied in two small pigtails on each side of her head. Her clothing, as per standard, was a black bodysuit, accented with a silver zip up her front and buckles which fastened the material together on her back. The back in particular was peculiar to the eye, as four rectangular areas had been cut out to expose seemingly bare skin. The collar extended upwards to cover most of her neck, and the legs tucked into sturdy boots which reached up her shins.

Rue felt no sense of awkwardness as she entered the auditorium marginally late, and instead focused on scanning over the people who were seated already. [i]Siblings; her brothers and sisters in combat.[/i] She knew this, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of unfamiliarity with them. Not only because she didn't know them personally, but because her genepool was ever so slightly different. They shared the same mother, but the God's blood only seemed to push them away. She turned her vision elsewhere. She hoped they wouldn't smell the blood within her.

Aiming for the seats against the wall, Rue sat so that she could lean tiredly on her arm, unable to sit comfortably backwards. She hated conventional human seating.