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> Roxy followed the huge shrimp out of the room. "Please tell me you can tell us from the other team with this strange heat vision thing you got going." She requested. "I really don't want to be attacked because you cant tell one blob from another." She told him. "I don't suppose either of you have played this before have you?" "Trust me. Your color is completely unique. Like, I'll remember that one. Now, capture the flag is simple. You capture the other teams flag while keeping yours from getting captured, simpler than basketball. So lets stratagize. Since you two are cats and I'll probably get lost if I move too much I'll be the rear guard. The one thing I an see super well right now is movement, so I can intercept anyone that shows up to take our flag. If they manage to get past me and take the flag, I'll throw three punches right after the other to let you two know."

"Lets." Bishop said cheerily, placing the shovel back on his shoulder and redoubling his deathgrip on the dolls. He gave one final look around at the ritual site, committing it to memory in case he ever wanted to come back, and followed after the dwarf. " I think this is going to be a lovely diversion."

The ceremony had been duller than expected, which was incredible because Johann had been expecting it to be _dulllllllll_. A lot of talk about potential, a lot of talk about duty, and an endless lecture on the heroic warriors spirit that drove every true swordsperson to their greatest height. It was a great spiel for pumping up those that aspired to be blademasters. It didn't have the same effect on someone who dreamed of becoming, say, a one man band. He looked around the sunny courtyard they had been assembled in for the entrance ceremony and took note of all the giddy aspirants as they talked, mingled, and showed off their power. He was struck, not for the first time, with the feeling that he didn't belong here. That he was somehow taking something from these people with his lack of ambition. His parents had assured him that, no, this was totally the right place for a boy of his improbable talent and can do attitude should be even if he wasn't going to follow in the family business and be an international man of mystery, but there was always this feeling that they were having a go at him. Also this place didn't have a music program, and he wondered sickly if that might not have been the actual point. Still, no need to let a sour mood ruin this otherwise lovely day. He already knew where his room was and, in the absence of any official instruction, he whipped off the little cape his sister had bought and insisted he wear, found a nice shady spot by the wall, laid the cape down, sat, and relaxed.

"Oh, that's quite all right. I've have no great desire for earthly things. I would be content with enough money to get by and any interesting artifacts or books."

"See, the uncomplicates things. Moneybags, Roxy, lets go." Shemp says, finishing up whatever it was in front of him and making his way slowly toward the door. Everything still had depth, he was sure of that, but the problem was it was a different depth than what he was used to in addition to the new color muddying the waters. He placed his hand on the doorframe and reached out to the far wall, studying the length of his arm, before walking forward and touching the opposite wall. At least that was enough to start getting a feel for this new depth.

I am.

> Zain laughs again and sits forward. **"Because I was treated to a back rub and tiddlywinks last night. Besides I'm not the one who was ready *'pounce'* last night."** "You don't have to lie or act tough, you know? Everybody got it last night because of the both of you." He spit bitterly, then sighed. "Vlad, we're at an impasse here. Those two don't want to be pair together, but that doesn't work because I'm not to keen on either of 'em. So if everyone else is like flower girl and has no opinion, I say just assign us teams."

"Just as well. You two try to mix it up again and it equals _another_ ass kicking for the rest of us."

"Roxy and Eris." Shemp piped up almost immediately. Almost being the important word, as the split second he stopped to consider who he wanted to team up with allowed Oliver to make his voice heard. He groaned "Dukes."

"Yeah, ha ha, I'm the next best thing to blind right now. You are all literally just blobs of colors that I can't describe and you can't imagine. Like Aerith, most of you is...you're some sort of...damn just a...like it's a purplish greenish yellow. That's the best I got."