[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=b71d5d]Andy[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=b71d5d]Location:[/color][/b] The Galley
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Andy pet the three-headed dog while Rebecca explained Star Wars. She wanted to see it now. Though she had no idea when she would get a chance to see it. Jason was hard to understand, his accent was thick. And Andy had to combat with the fact that she didn't like the guy since he had pushed her brother. She frowned. Did she want to play the game Rebecca was suggesting with him? She wanted to play with Rebecca and Arthur. 

Rebecca seemed so cool and smart. She was neat and teaching her magic. Andy finally decided that if Rebecca wanted to play a game with Jason it outweighed her dislike of Jason. Thankfully she could guess the rules of the game from the name of it. She had to tell two truths and a lie about herself and the others would have to guess what was true and what wasn't. 

[color=b71d5d]"I'll play,"[/color] she said. Then she considered what she could say about herself that they wouldn't know what was true or not true. [color=b71d5d]"When I was eight I got into a fight with another foster kid and almost killed him with my lighting."[/color] A truth, one that was the whole reason she ran away from her last foster home. There had been no going back after that. Even though no one could prove what had happened Andy had known. She hadn't trusted herself after that around people. 

[color=b71d5d]"I got my dagger from a monster that attacked me in the woods in Pennsylvania."[/color] That was a lie. A homeless guy had given it to her, telling her that she was in a lot of danger but the dagger could keep her safe. That left one more truth. The first one that she thought of was too real. She did not want to share that with the others, especially Jason. [color=b71d5d]"Heights don't scare me."[/color] That sounded like it could be a lie. It was true, but after she had fallen from the tree during capture the flag it was a reasonable fear to have. 


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[h1][color=0080ff]Niah Bautista[/color][/h1]
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[color=0080ff]Location:[/color] New Rome - the Senate House
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There were some more words she wished to throw at Leandra but decided against it. Niah didn't need her help with the paperwork. Sure she hated the bureaucracy of it all, but she was capable of doing it. But Leandra was demeaning her. She had come in here all 'oh I want to talk about our budget' and then got defensive when they had called her out on using what was a war meeting for something that could and should be on the back burner. If they needed to talk about the budget that much that should have been in the morning minutes. 

They had a few days according to the Greeks. That was good. It would give them time to prepare. Thankfully Mads had stepped in and told Leandra to be quite. Now was not the time. Her shoulders relaxed a little, it helped that the Greeks 'hung up'. Then Nancy told them about her vision. It looked like she had a part to play in the new great prophecy. Niah didn't want that. She wanted to just get through her ten years of serving the Legion and then move on. With six more years though...Nancy was right. The future was dim looking. 

They didn't know exactly what they would be facing, but this was a war meeting. Niah's stomach growled. They were going to miss lunch, but decisions needed to be made before they could eat. [color=0080ff]"I'll organize an emergency war game for tomorrow. I think maybe one for when the Greeks get here as well. They will need to know how we fight."[/color] The way the Greeks fought was less than ideal. They were unorganized. If the two groups could fight organized and in unison they had a better chance of standing against the threat.