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Sarina Tala Dei – Hallway

The hallways were quite quiet where Sarina was now. Though she did hear some ruckus far down the hall, she wondered what it was while holding a Jasmine Green Milk Tea. Sarina knew most of her team. Sterling, she was alongside with him on caravan defense mission, a shameful failure of a mission. Shuai, an exuberant man she had small-talk with a few times. This Hana though, a newcomer transfer from Vale. Sarina wondered who she was as she was a transfer from Mistral as she walked down the hallways hearing voices of people. And that is when she noticed bodies of girls on the floor, were Shuai, Sterling, and a girl. That girl must be Hana by why was their bodies on the floor. At brisk pace Sarina got up to them, looked at the bodies with bewilderment as she got up to them. They are not dead so that’s good but making a glance to Hana then looking at Shuai “Hey uh…who are these girls on the hallway floor?” She then took a sip of her tea.

OOC: If y'all forgot how Sarina looked heres the anime character I based her looks on (static.zerochan.net/Yagiri.Namie.full…)

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"Dastardly dames, for sure." came the concurring, matter-of-fact voice of Sterling Johnson. "As we were just explaining to Hana here, they ran afoul of the local masked vigilante peacekeepers."

His eyes, after meeting Sarina's in greeting, wandered up to the ceiling, obviously in something quite like a deep contemplation.

"Whomever they might be."

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"Wait, me?"

In the next minute and a half or so, planning became a bit of a whirlwind, with a good half of the team speaking their mind. I didn't even have ample time to fully vocalize the issues I had with the leadership role being foisted upon me, as everyone spoke their piece in tandem with their introductions.

First was Ferris, who was expressing his disagreement with Ben's planning coupled with a low-effort jab in my direction. Given that it was routed in solid enough reasoning— if I wasn't confident, I could be a potential liability, I bit back my urge to retort for the sake of our team's cohesion. I knew well enough that arguments this early would shatter morale— And I didn't want that kind of blood on my hands.

I only ever want my own blood on my hands, honestly, but these things weren't always up to me.

Fire in the mix.

"With all due respect, you sound as though you try to make up for something."

Oh no...

No matter hgow politely you say it, Blaine, people are going to take umbrage with such a blunt assertion of their projected character!

I appreciate the defense, really, but please think of team unity, too! If we all end up not liking eachother, then—

Oil in the mix.

"Nobody calls Ben 'Cap' except Bastille. Moreover, our captain has decided what role we're all supposed to take,"

No, no, no!

Amy, I get it being your team's thing and all, but there's no need to get on edge over it! At the very least, stay perfectly polite about it like our new big and scary friend, Blaine! Getting on eachother's nerves solves nothing! Our team will self destruct!

I needed to nip this in the bud.

If I was to be vice-captain, whether I liked it or not... I had a responsibility.

"Guys!"

I cut in sternly, gathering most everyone's attention. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, choosing my next words carefully and diplomatically. A far cry from how I usually shoot from the hip and off the cuff, but it was necessary.

For football's sake.

"Let's all keep our heads cool, okay? If we grate on eachother now, we're gonna self destruct on the field, and they're gonna take advantage of that all day. Look, Ferris, here's an idea. Play—"

...Sand in the mix?

"The name I was born with is gone now. I've buried it," said the chameleon, catching my attention and forcing open an eye in doing so. "On the pitch, my name is Sand Vespa."

"—Gyargh"

The next word cut off with a choked noise from somewhere near the center of my throat, as the growingly familiar sight of our Atlesian transplant secret agent was replaced by the slim, lithe, tanned form of the girl who had been taking charge of the opposing team in their huddle, with her long legs, well-maintained core that was taut, firm, and doubtlessly strong through dedicated training, and complete lack of a shirt to conceal her tight sports bra—

No, wait, this was Jericho!

Jericho wearing someone else's skin!

Cut it out, man!

“What am I looking at?” her double, the original, started with a resigned tone, trying to ignore the other eyes looking at them as she confronted our Faker. “Don’t say ‘Sand Vespa’. I know we’re both from Atlas, but this…”

...

In Mistral, do as the Mistralians do.

I'm done.

I'll embrace this madness.

For the team.

"You say that, Sand, but that's exactly what I see." I cut in, folding my arms with a huff and then a small smirk. "Sand Vespa looking at Sand Vespa. Though, in this case..."

Here we are, folks. Peak comedy.

"I guess it'd be Sand Vespa Lynd, eh?"

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Physical Education

I'm not someone who likes to do things on the fly. Jumping headfirst into an unfamiliar situation, going off of an outdated or an incomplete understanding things... It's asking for trouble. This is something I've known to be eminently, unrepentantly, and mercilessly true for years.

I'm not the kind of guy that just goes with his gut and assumes he knows things, not at all. I like having a clear picture, and like finding it as firsthand as I can, so...

While the team began to plan and trade banter with our opponents, I was forced to direct my quipping towards the task at hand rather than anyone else.

"What on Earth is this ruleset?!"

A circular field, passing with punches or kicks, needing to bounce once every 15 meters or it's travelling—

Disregarding the former two, that one was just basketball!

Add in tackles, bumps, and the distinctions made between them regarding to how the victim must dispossess the ball, and this was getting ridiculously complex to just be picking up at the drop of a hat!

The more I flipped through, back, and even upside down the pamphlet for a laugh, the more the alien interpretations of the already hotly-debated term of "football" began to pile up. I, honestly, would have really just loved it if we could have stuck to one of the more popular two, which I had at least a modicum of familiarity with.

I've never been a particularly athletics-oriented guy, despite my intimate understanding of physical training; the sum total of sports I had any real interest in were, out of necessity, those directly applicable to a huntsman hopeful.

Judo.
Kickboxing.
Wrestling.
A smidge of weightlifting, powerlifting, and track— You know. So I knew what I was doing when I trained.

...Man, Dad didn't even get a proper chance to get me into shooting, huh?

"...Dressing as distractingly as possible is certainly an option."

But, the bottom line I'm getting at is that I'm already not a sporty person, so picking up this intricate mass of new rules that needed their own pamphlet was a big ask...

Then again, judging by the fact that Coach Roy had seen fit to distribute literature regarding how the hell to play this, I supposed our adversaries were stuck with the same predicament.

"How many people do we have who are confident in their kicking accuracy here? My first instinct's to go for the goal posts considering those are worth six points while the behinds are... one, right?"

I glanced over to the other huddle, blinking a couple times at the wild sports bra that had appeared, before refocusing and turning back in once the image had properly burned in.

"Th-Thing is... Ahem. They'll definitely stack their defense up down the midfield to limit our opportunities to score big. We need to know who can kick from far out or weird angles. I've got enough power to get the job done, like anyone else, but I haven't exactly dredged up my soccer skills at all since my second year of High School..."

Not even as part of a club or team, either.

I would probably be more shocked if my shots didn't go wide.

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put on a shirt

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Sterling Johnson - Hallways

"So they were..."

The sounds of unabashed war had ceased as quickly as they'd erupted, and once the flying forms of fighting females became fleeing figments of former foes and folly, leaving fallen friends to fend for themselves, the hall was empty of moving bodies once more— Save, of course, for the shellshocked and utterly nonplussed Hana.

As Taidan opened the door with a gentle smile and an innocent observation, regarding one of the school's many peculiarities, a second voice joined him.

It's owner was leaned against the wall across from the door, resting against an opened fourth. As if he had always been within it (even though he obviously had not), Sterling Johnson entered the shot. He was tall and strong, his grinning face more of a smirk than Taidan's earnest smiles, and he kicked his burly frame off from his rebellious lean against the wall to step forward and survey the damage. Folding his arms, one sinew and one steel, he gave the unconscious young women an understanding look before he coolly appraised Hana.

"Guess all the racket was them keeping the peace for us?"

He posed the question conversationally, teacupping his strong jaw in a musing way.

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Sterling Johnson - Hallways

"Hold it, you barbarous broads~!"

At the exact same time, the door on the exact opposite end of the hallway from the first flung itself ajar hard enough to nearly embed the knob into the wall it had collided against, with equally thunderous report. This cantankerous crash was swiftly punctuated by the unique sight of a large, shining hero, deftly cartwheeling his powerful frame into the unenviable position of "between the escaping exchager and malicious mob of moonstruck maidens".

Low roars and grunts filled the air, harmonizing with the high-pitched Bruce Lee sounds of his helmeted comrade, as he flexed, posed, and slid into a boxer's boastful bounce on his boots, glorious and gleaming guise glamorous and gallant, guarding a girl from this gaggle of gristly gals.

"Hottie Ranger Silver!" He barked, smirk easily visible beneath his majorly merch-esque visor, which caught the metallic gleam of the silver ball bearings suspended in the air around him. "Let her go now, before I'm forced to take action, by force!"

The script was very improvised.

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Who here likes mutiny

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either way i'd say you should first focus on catching up

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i thought you left us in 2016, not 2007

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Luke died