(Aya) (or at least a wrap-up)

Eventually Aya got around to seeing the Professor. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to "fix" her (although he insisted she was not broken, she had a hard time believing it. But that's just how she felt). He was able to assist her new selves in getting arranged, difficult as that was. But as unstable as she was, Aya made the toughest choice of her life... Taking herself off of Active Duty. Permanently. The Prof., however, told her there would always be a spot for her on the team, should she ever feel ready and in control enough to return...

(Leon)

"Mmmmm, Aisha..., you're such a naughty kitty" Leon mumbled into his pillow, a puddle of drool forming under his cheek, when suddenly his eyes shot open and he bolted up in bed. "SHIT! I'M LATE!" he cried, leaping out of bed and into the bathroom for a quick 10-minute shower (and being covered in fur makes it a hell of a lot harder than it sounds). Running back into his room wrapped in a towel desperately trying to dry off, he quickly slipped on some boxers and black kung-fu pants (anyone know what those are called?). "Fuck it! I'm dry enough!" he yelled, throwing his door open and bounding down the halls, leaping of the walls to take the corners on his way the kitchen. After all, it wasn't good to train on an empty stomach. Bobbing and weaving throughout the zombie-like students, he made a quick little turn and bounced off a corner... to crash hands-first into a sleepy red-head (I'm sure you can guess exactly where those hands are too)...

(Steve)

Jax tried to make Steve feel better, but at the mention of "offensive" he couldn't help it, his eyes turned blood red and there was a startlingly aggressive look in them 'Sisisisisisisisisi... Oh, if only he knew just how... offensive my little tentacles could be' he thought darkly. Luckily his head was down, and his bangs were shadowing his eyes, so Jax didn't notice. Trying to relax, Steve reverted back to normal. "H-how long? U-um... A-a-a-about t-two y-y-years. T-two years of b-being invi-v-visible" he muttered, holding his book (which even Steve didn't realize he'd picked up) closer to his chest. 'Now ask about him. Do it. Do it now you wimpy little fuck'. "U-um... w-w-what about... y-you?"...