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[color=9e0b0f][i]What's she up to?[/i] 

[i]What's her face doing?[/i] [/color]

Jericho had been to a couple Day of the Dead ceremonies in Vacuo with his father, although any Vacuan heritage of his was purely maternal; it was an exercise on Troy Piper's part to teach his devilish twins every aspect of their culture, not merely those they would have reinforced by the education system in Atlas. They seemed intriguing enough - Jer had been to one not long after his own hellish graduation - but Bianca Nuit's face was way too close to resembling one of those featureless ivory death masks right now for comfort.

[color=9e0b0f][i]She looks like she just swallowed the wrong poison.[/i][/color]

...

Wait...

[color=9D36FF][i]Youuuu fell victim to one of the classic blunders, JEEEEEEEEEEER! Never go in against a yandere when death is on the line~~~~![/i][/color]

Although, either of them keeling over dead at this point would be a mercy to him...

[color=9e0b0f]"Look, Bianca, I don't know what you're trying to prove here, or who you're trying to impress, but you look psychotic. The cruise shouldn't have been [i]that[/i] hectic that it makes you disassociate from reality. If you're trying to make me not hate you [i]and[/i] the day you were born, it's a Sisyphean task, but the only way you're gonna do it is just to cut the crap and be--"[/color]

He broke off.

Saying this was practically a death sentence in its own right, but without any of the quick release a fast-acting poison would be. This would be gangrene - which, actually, was a close enough color to pinot noir purple.

[color=9e0b0f]"--be...yourself."[/color]

He finished the sentence in the same embittered, disdainful way an old woods witch might perform a blood curse. 

[color=9e0b0f][i]By the pricking of my thumbs, Bianca Nuit's so goddamn dumb.[/i][/color]

He took a long, calming sip of coffee before he decided to humor her. Maybe the best way to get her to stop being weird was to just try and pretend she wasn't an abhorrent, affluenza-afflicted brat with a head full of pathological conditions and big, gooey eyes that needed to stop staring at his chest and start staring at the pistols holstered to it. Maybe they should have a...normal talk.

A different kind of poison was making its way towards the door; he could see Beryl skipping along giddily, dragging the poor bastard who had recently joined Vignoble's ranks along in tow. There was someone behind them, but she was short, and at this distance he couldn't--

[color=9e0b0f][s]--[i]is that a Naruto run?[/i]--[/s]

[i]I wanted poison.

Not social poison, not "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" Poison, I wanted [i]poison![/i] I can't deal with more of these idiot girls and their [b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH[/b][/i][/color]

Before they got inside, Jericho answered Bianca's question casually, as though he hadn't seen her approaching retard reinforcements:

[color=9e0b0f]"My father was a Gold Stripe when [i]he[/i] went to school. He's one of the heads of the program now. Captain in the Atlesian military. Two sisters. One's a twin; she left school after we graduated Bastion and signed on with a talent agency. She's doing pop music now. My little sister's with her, learning about humans. And I have my team back in Atlas, but the less you know about them the be--"[/color]

[color=0072bc][i]Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii[/i][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]My GOD why is that so creepy[/i][/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Beryl Harken. Vega Venetia."[/color] He almost added [i]poor bastard[/i] onto his salutations, but one quick, meaningful glance in Geni's direction was probably more meaningful than anything he could have said to console his fellow captive.

[color=9e0b0f][i]All you're obligated to tell them is name and rank, guy.[/i][/color]

He considered finishing his coffee and leaving, but these people were his classmates now. He couldn't escape them - or their insistent questions about what it was like to be a super-spy, what was underneath his cold, surly, pouty facade (it wasn't a facade and he wasn't pouty), and why he was still single - forever. Might as well face them head on, get them out of the way for good.

[color=9e0b0f]"Can I buy either of you a tea?"[/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]I can't let that otter get coffee in her.[/i][/color]