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[right][color=DDA0DD][b]Mission:[/b][/color] Teacher’s Pet[/right][right][color=DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lighthouse Island[/right]
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[i]Plop.[/i]

A small, somewhat tattered book had landed in the frothy water that was being tossed about behind the sleek cabin cruiser. It looked like it had definitely once belonged to a library, back when paper literature was not just an amusing, and somewhat inconvenient, past time. [color=DDA0DD]“Dumb book...”[/color] A voice grumbled as the yellowed pages and cracked leather casing began to sink under the waves, destined to be lost forever below the questionably polluted waters. [color=DDA0DD]“Dumb dead language.”[/color]

She’d been getting bored recently, so Liberty (or mom as she insisted on being called) had gotten her this [i]super duper interesting[/i] intro book to Latin. And by super duper interesting she meant ‘why the hell would anyone want to learn a dead language?!’ As far as she knew, she wasn’t good friends with any long dead roman emperors or whatever. And after learning all of their ancient swear words, she’d found herself rapidly losing interest. No doubt she'd be in trouble for tossing it overboard but that was a problem for future Riley, and future Riley wasn't here right now, was she? 

Oh well. It was gone now. So long boring ass book. 

Immediately forgetting her momentary grievances against ancient languages, Riley peered over the edge of the boat, long white locks spilling over the crown of her head as she watched the water. It was nice to get away from Castleburg...well to a different island at least. Even if it did look like she’d be able to do a full lap of the whole place in less time than it had taken them to get here. Her eyes darted over to the dock as it began to come into view, hopping up from her seat as the boat pulled slowly to a stop. 

Humming some top 10 pop song under her breath, she happily followed after the others as they disembarked from the vehicle, sea breeze wafting cooly over the skin that was exposed on her bare arms. Apparently, for it wasn't really a conscious choice, she'd chosen to wear some ripped denim jeans and a light purple...or was it blue, crop top. Maybe not the most appropriate thing for attending the academy but at least everything was clean. 

[color=DDA0DD]“Yeeeeeah Blaze.”[/color] Riley chipped in as the others began to introduce themselves, nudging the pyrotechnic gently in the side with her own elbow, a small smile on her face. [color=DDA0DD]“Don’t be so mean about the poor little douchebags.”[/color] She hadn’t [i]really[/i] wanted to do this mission - mainly after hearing that some of the others were off to fight flying pirates on one of the mag trains - but she figured it might be kinda funny. That and she was pretty curious about what they'd done to get into so much trouble. She'd decided it must be something super terrible and super awesome.

[color=DDA0DD]“Anyway, I’m Cassandra Clark, of the cl-...”[/color] Pausing mid-sentence, she brought a finger up to her lips, tapping on them softly. [color=DDA0DD]“Wait, no that’s not right... I’m Riley. That’s it. Or Polaris, I don’t mind watcha’ call me really.”[/color] She shrugged her shoulders as if the lie was little more than a freudian slip. Sometimes it was best just to skim over it, nudge everyone quickly onto the next subject at hand. Either that or try and lie to several people who definitely already knew her real name. [color=DDA0DD]"So yeah, when do we get to meet them?"[/color]

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