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The early bird gets the worm. That was a rather good saying, although it wouldn't be enough to explain why Aria was a morning person in most of the cases. The mornings tended to be quiet and, unlike the nights, one had the liberty to move around the place without stumbling into any janitors as the sunlight slowly entered through the windows of the hall, a pleasant yellow tinge carefully glazing over the buildings that could be seen through the glass panel of the hallway. A magnificent view that she didn't think she'd ever see.

Marineford. She had made it in. 

As lackluster as their training course had been, Aria was understanding of the situation: the rise in piracy meant that there weren't enough hands to have in the base for this matter, as important as it was in hindsight. And, despite how wrong as it seemed, the only way that [b]Justice[/b] could be imposed at this point of time meant that the marines were meant to deal with bounty hounters and other assorted scum. 

A slight commotion that came from the kitchen withdrew Aria from her thoughts, as a couple of chairs and trays cluttered noisily to the floor, followed by the tiny clattering of minuscule legs and the menacing snapping of claws. The scream from one of the other recruits earned a sigh from her as she ventured into the kitchen and found the hope of the seas attempting to fit as many marines as they could between the countertop and the shelves at the sight of an animated toaster that threatened to snip at their ankles should they get too close.

Less than three minutes later the issue had been resolved by smashing the legs to bits and removing the lower half of the pincers with a couple of precise strikes. A quick spin on her heel and she exited the room, her cloak fluttering behind her due to the movement before settling down as the tapping of her cane faded into the hallway. Aria'd have a word with her roommate later, automated toasters would only cause trouble down the line. 

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The news of a mission reached Aria's ears later that day, in the middle of her training. The pause had been good, but this made her wonder if they also lacked manpower within the dispatchment department as well. If they were going to give her almost no information on what she was supposed to do, then this was gonna be more difficult than expected.

Orders were orders, nevertheless, and she arrived the destination less than five minutes before noon. Punctuality was important if she wanted to rise through the ranks and have enough priviledges to command a ship or even an entire fleet. She spent the waiting minutes wondering who could Salamanca possibly be before hearing the voice that she had the (dis)grace of sharing a room with. A single nod was given as a salute as Aria adjusted her gloves and allowed the tasteless joke to go unanswered. The answer to the question was apparent in her eyes, and as such she was gonna let Elizabeth figure it out all by herself.