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[h2][color=630460][b]SAGE[/b][/color][/h2][hr]

[color=silver]"[color=88A0B8]It's going great,[/color]" Kennedy said sarcastically, almost daring Sage to grin. "[color=88A0B8]Today's my anniversary, but of course they forgot, so no flowers.[/color]"

"[color=630460]Happy anniversary, teach! I bet you're excited to have wasted two years of your degree in actual hell.[/color]"

The kid was joking, of course, even if his jokes could seem a bit biting. There was a strangeness in being on a first name basis with a college professor, if Kennedy had worked at his old school then he probably wouldn't have thought twice about him. He might have even resented him to some degree, but here, they were [i]all[/i] in hell. They couldn't forget that they were all destined to the same terrible fate here. They couldn't forget that when Paragon ran out of tests, they were all going down with it.

At least, that's how he assumed that this all would end. He may have only been here for four months, but he didn't picture a happy ending to it all. This place was destined to go up in flames, and those flames were destined to take everyone out with them. He was just waiting for the day that their reckoning came. It was only a matter of time before everything fell apart, [i]wasn't it?[/i]

Ivory had entered the room and though he knew very little about her, he [i]did know[/i] that she was a force to be reckoned with. He considered nodding at her but he thought better of it, his greeting had been for the whole room. If she wanted to answer then she would have. He pushed at the slop on his tray boredly, he wasn't excited about eating it and he was unlikely to enjoy it when he did. 

Maybe he'd zoned out a little but he tuned back in to hear, "[color=00DEDA]...Kiddo? You're probably the only person in this goddamned facility I can take in a fight without getting my nose broken, but your strutting around like you own the place! It's not your highschool bud, you can't sneak your dads gun in to punish all the kids who bullied you![/color]"

"[color=630460]Fuck off.[/color]" there was undisguised venom in his voice. "[color=630460]I might not have my dad's gun but I can make do with any number of items in this room, [i]you pretentious piece-[/i][/color]"

He caught himself before he got too far, realizing that it was probably best not to start arguing with Alexander. If he [i]did[/i] get into a fight with the older man, he would probably get his ass handed to him but it would be worth it if it could staunch his annoying anti-hipster rhetoric, if only for a moment. It was easy to hate Alexander, he didn't have many qualities that rubbed Sage right. It was a wonder of why he hadn't gotten into a fight with him earlier.

Sage was known for getting into trouble, though it was usually just for the attention value. If he didn't think that he'd get attention from an action then it wasn't really worth going through with it. Though he was sure that he'd get some kind of attention for getting beat up by Alexander, he couldn't help but feel like it wasn't quite worth it. Not only would it probably get them [i]both[/i] punished but he wasn't a fan of beatings and he wasn't about to start becoming one. Though, it did sound fun to deviate from the norm.

He'd save this for another day. Alexander had already gotten distracted in shamelessly telling them his life story. He wouldn't be the one to interrupt him in persuit of a fight that would probably end with him losing. He was ballsy and he was bored but his irritation had faded as quickly as it had presented itself. [i]Maybe next time. Maybe next time.[/i]

"[color=8fbc8f]Sage.[/color]"

There weren't many people in this place that he genuinely liked but Fay was one of those people. There was just something about her that made him feel at home. She reminded him of his mother to some degree, he was never really able to be mean to her without feeling like he was kicking a puppy. "[color=630460]Hey, Fay.[/color]"

He was soon caught off guard by the other prophet of this place, a man who's visions had a habit of infiltrating despite his collar. It was something that Sage envied, his visions were very controlled nowadays and he missed the spontaneity of an unplanned viewing. The older man was rambling about them getting out, which might have been easy for anyone else to shrug off. It was not easy for him to shrug off.

He watched as the older man was dragged off, his brown eyes flickering to Victoria as she spoke. "[color=FFBE28]So, are we going to talk about what just happened?[/color]"

"[color=630460]I think it's important to address that,[/color]" Sage agreed quietly, "[color=630460]There's got to be some way we can talk to him. I [i]need to know[/i] what he saw.[/color]"

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