[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color]
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Allison Revel did not sleep well. Hours of tossing around, closed eyes watching a brutal mix of wet dreams and haunting nightmares. When she woke up, she felt empty, as if the events of last night were far away, and the events of a few weeks ago even farther. It felt as good as it did terrible, which was better than her usual mix of feelings. Eventually, that emptiness faded, and her mind turned from silent bliss to overload. [color=a187be]Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.[/color]

Allison laid there for another half hour before she allowed herself to move. She was freaking out over everything, which was to some extent warranted, but she was far beyond that extent by now. She needed to calm down. Just breath. All of it was in the past. She couldn't change it, only move forward. Freaking out only made her weak. She likely wouldn't have time to be weak anymore. Funny, [i]he[/i] had used those exact same words once.

[color=a187be]"Don't think about [i]him[/i], that only makes things worse, you idiot." [/color]She muttered as she sat up. 

[color=a187be]"Doesn't really change anything though. I need stop being so damn touchy about that fucker. Yea, [i]he[/i]... did what [i]he[/i] did, but that doesn't mean that not thinking about it will change the fact that [i]he[/i] did it."[/color] She replied to herself. Allison picked herself off of the bed, angry, tired, and frustrated.

She stared at the pile of papers that sat before her. She was supposed to complete all of these exams. Well, at least it would get her mind off of everything else. She got to work, filling the silence with the sounds of pencil hitting paper.

Allison wasn't stupid, in fact she was pretty competent with most subjects. Having a good memory was a blessing in that regard, though it was certainly a curse in others. Even with that memory of hers, she hadn't studied most of these subjects for the better part of a year.

The cravings hit Allison several times, often related to last night's crying session. There was just something about the metalhead. No, no, those feelings aren't real, just a result of the stigma. Allison hadn't gotten too much of an impression of Angel aside from her screaming and crying. Sure, she was nice looking, but Allison barely knew her. Just the fucking stigma. It's just the fucking stigma. Allison ignored it as best as she could and kept going.

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Sirens blared. Allison didn't know how long she had been sitting there. She had been working on those exams for hours, engrossing herself for hours. She hadn't moved to do anything except go to the bathroom.

Out from the campus speakers, as well as Allison's ankle cuff came a voice explaining the situation. Something bad was happening. Allison didn't want to fight. Hopefully she didn't have to.

Zhang's accursed voice rang out from the same speakers. Allison would have to fight, and she was scared. The only solace in the situation was that Angel was in Allison's group. One friendly face. One person she might be able to trust. 

Soon, guards came to escort Allison to certain death. In her head, Allison was panicking.

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[color=a187be]'I'm going to die. We're going to die. We could fucking die here.'[/color] Allison repeated herself over and over in her head. She had no hope for the coming suicide mission. She had no idea what they were about to face, but it certainly wasn't going to be good. What was she doing? She was freaking out over something she had yet to even see. Overreacting? Maybe. She needed to calm down. If she kept panicking, she was going to die. She had a habit of doing this, didn't she? Freaking out over every little thing to the point of becoming a useless wreck. Allison blamed [i]him[/i]. As Allison attempted to calm herself, she looked around at the other members of the green team. They had started introducing themselves.

Angel, the metalhead, had the fitting ability of "shouting people to death". Allison assumed that this was why her screams were so inhumanly loud. There was a guy who was able to create clockwork creatures, who's name Allison assumed to be Aaron, as he was one of only two guys in the group. The other guy was Chris, the uninteresting looking one who Allison hadn't payed much attention to during their... warm welcome. There were two girls who refrained from naming themselves, a freckled girl who could make things rot, and an angry-looking blonde child who could counter abilities. The last member of the group was Alexis, a redhead who could summon shadow creatures. This was an odd group.

It was Allison's turn to speak, clearly. Everyone else had fallen silent. Luckily, Allison's panic had reduced significantly. She let herself sit still for a moment, contemplating what the fuck she was going to do. She needed to be strong, she didn't have time to cry right now. She had to be Allison Revel, the strong woman, not Allison Revel, the emotionally weak crybaby. She let herself dwell on words she hadn't thought about in a long time.

[color=9e0b0f]"Listen, Alli, if you wanna make people listen to ya, ya gotta speak with purpose. You are in control. They will listen, what else would they do? If ya sound scared, they won't take ya seriously. Speak with poise, speak with confidence. You are in control.  You are not weak, Alli. You are only weak if you believe that you are weak. Be strong, because you are."[/color]

Sometimes the worst people say good things. The words were painfully ironic, tinged with bad memories. She forced herself to dwell on the words, not on the person. She knew she would be near useless in combat, so she might as well lead. That gave her more reasons to be strong, to abandon the weak girl who was crying only hours earlier. No, she wouldn't be abandoning that girl, she would just be repairing the foundation, strengthening herself. She had to be strong. She needed to be strong. She wanted to be strong.

She took a deep breath.

[color=a187be]"My name is Allison. Allison Revel."[/color] Her voice shook slightly, ever so slightly, though that was still too much. She clenched her hands around each other. [color=9e0b0f]Speak with poise. Speak with confidence.[/color] [color=a187be]"My ability probably isn't as flashy as the rest of yours. I can summon a blade which can cut through anything, except for living things. Instead of cutting, it just passes through. It can also prevent anyone in contact with it from using their abilities. The blade only lasts for a minute at a time. Takes a whole three to recharge." [/color]Allison looked at everyone else. She felt good. She wanted to keep speaking. [color=a187be]"So, Chris and Aaron will have to hang back? I'll likely stay back with them. We don't really know what we're facing, so we can't be sure if we'll be facing anything with some sort of casting ability. If we are, it still depends. I don't have any formal combat training."[/color] It wasn't really a lie. She had fought a few times, but it definitely wasn't formal training.

[color=a187be]"I don't want to force myself as a leader onto you all, that would be stupid and cocky, but I think I'd work better with leadership and strategy than I would with fighting."[/color] She spoke just as she wanted to, projecting her voice loudly and with confidence. She looked between the two girls who had remained nameless. [color=a187be]"Oh, and do you two mind giving your names? We have to work together, at least to some extent, and knowing everyone's names will definitely help."[/color] She spoke with a tender calmness, though she retained the same serious tone she had held the whole time. The two girls were obviously Zoe and Savannah, the only names that hadn't been given a face yet, Allison just didn't know who was who.

[color=a187be]"Anyway," [/color]Allison kept her attention switching between every member of the group. [color=a187be]"We are about to be thrown into some sort of danger, and we will have to do our best. Yea, this fight is an assessment of our abilities, but it is also us putting our lives in danger. We are going to fight for our fucking lives. And we will win. We don't have a choice. We have to keep cool heads and fight on, no matter what happens. I hope you all the best, sincerely."[/color] Allison felt wonderful. She felt confident. She felt Alive. She was ready for what was about to happen.

[color=a187be]"We don't know what will be waiting for us. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. Hopefully it's nothing ridiculous like a flying spaghetti monster, or something."[/color] Allison finished her speech just as they arrived at their destination.

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[color=a187be]"You've got to be fucking kidding me."[/color]

What was intended to be a joke turned out to be a third correct. The green team was supposed to take on three flying spaghetti monsters and a horde of man-eating meatballs. Ridiculous and horrifying all at once. Allison was happy that she had decided to make her speech before they arrived, as they had now had no time to waste. The meatballs were coming right at them.

[color=a187be]"Alright, I'm definitely staying back with Aaron and Chris."[/color] Allison prepared herself a thousand times over. [color=a187be]'Do not be afraid. This is not a time to be afraid. Be strong. Be ready for anything, even walking meatballs.'[/color]

Chris had suddenly disrobed and gone onto the ground. Why did his transformation have to include getting naked? He had said not to look, but that just made Allison want to look more. Did the idiot have no concept of reverse psychology? Of course Allison looked at him, screaming at herself in her head that it was the stigma doing it. Allison was kind of disappointed at what she saw. She turned back to the evil Italian food.

The battle was beginning. Allison smiled at Angel as the metalhead rushed forward, screaming a sonic wave of death at the murderous meatballs.