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Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

Garrett, in the meantime, had been rooting around in cabinets himself, glancing at the other students every once and a while, and ultimately surfaced with an apple in hand. He looked up around the room again to see AJ waving him over holding a box of Oatmeal. "Oatmeal, huh?" He said as he approached. "I feel out of place with just an apple. Though, I do suppose folks eat apples for breakfast, don't they?" Garrett shrugged as if to answer his own question.

Garrett leaned back against the counter. "So....you from around here? England, I mean? You've got the accent but I wasn't sure...ya know, plenty of folks in the states have accents still."

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"Mmph...yeah, probably better..."

Garrett stood and quipped, "If scary french lady is in there, I'm hiding behind you..."

Garrett grinned at his joke (After all, with a sense of humor like his, if he didn't no one would), and gestured for AJ to lead the way. "Though with any luck the...ah....dick waving will settle down sooner rather than later. I'd hate to spend the whole semester like that. You all seem like such...uh...nice people."

In the grand scheme of things, Garrett wasn't...anti-social, per say, but if the freshmen were going to be at each other's throats all year, Anti-social could certainly be arranged. Garrett was a firm believer in picking one's battles wisely, and petty bickering wasn't worth the bother. Though in this immediate instance, Garrett's motivations were fairly straight forward. AJ had opted to sit back and observe the group of students, or so he presumed, and people like that were always worth having around. Never know what manner of useful insight they may provide...

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I too have a full-time job. I understand completely. :P

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Garrett sat down near Ava's perch, gesturing that she could sit back down. A small part of him hated that she'd gone to the trouble of standing up. Oh well. Hazards of being polite. He chuckled quietly at her mention of the TV show, however, and said, "I'm afraid I've never seen it. Though I blame being a boring sod who prefers the company of books to TV." He glanced at the rest of the group for a moment, then said, "But yes, I suppose today has been interesting. Lovely campus we've got here. Nothing against the dorms, but I sense I will be spending time locked away in my own room, more often than not." He gave AJ a knowing sideways glance and said, "No tellin' why."

He cracked a wry grin, and reached up to scratch the back of his neck. He realized that he was out of his element here, and his usual small-talk topics were...mundane to say the least. Hell, it was easy enough when you could follow a script, but he had a feeling everyone present was worried about more than weather and sports. Especially not American Football. But, if small talk ever failed, just get em talking about themselves. "So, what'd they get you in here for?"

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Garrett glanced at Jackson, pointing a finger at him and saying, "Amen to that, my good fellow." Rule number one: don't mess with Mom. Ever. Even if you were a super spy and she wasn't. Garrett had learned that from an early age. He wondered for a moment if there was a school for becoming a badass mother, or if it just came natural to some women...

Garrett glanced around, and noticed AJ sitting off, removed from the cluster near the door. Being that she was quiet enough to have not introduced herself, and also hadn't picked any fights, she was probably worth talking to. Or sitting in silence with, at the very least. He stood up, and walked over. He extended a hand in greeting and said, "Hey. I'm..uh...Garrett."

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Garrett had been sitting in his seat quietly, taking in all the hubbub of arriving students. A nod of greeting here. A smile acknowledging a joke there. A pointed disproving look cast toward's Chris's wand joke. Garrett spoke, introducing himself hopefully for the last time today (at least among this group of people), "Welcome, newcomers. I'm Garrett." This time, his Southern twang was definitely noticeable. As American as they come. "Anyone happen to know what time we eat?"

So many new people in a room wasn't an appealing prospect to Garrett right now. If he were well rested, it'd be no problem. But he was tired, stressed, and wanted little more than to go to sleep right now. Hell, depending on how long till his next assigned activity, he had a mind to forgo food in favor of a nap.

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Garrett made his way into the building shortly after Shiro settled in. He pushed the door open with a shoulder, wheeling a suitcase behind him, and a dufflebag worn on his shoulders. He looked tired, though not quite as tired as Shiro. His hair was messy, and clothes mirrored this. Clearly he hadn't bothered keeping a pristine exterior during his travels, but he still carried it well. Made him seem well at ease. Even if he felt anything but. He glanced over towards the couches, and noticed Shiro sitting there. He offered a nod, and a muttered, "Hey-ya..."

He pushed on towards the stairs, collapsing the extending handle on his suitcase, and picking the thing up to carry it up the stairs. "Lemme set my stuff in my room. Back in a flash..."

Course from the look of him, Garrett wasn't even sure Shiro knew how to speak English. He probably did, given the location of the school, but Garrett hadn't dealt much with folks from other countries. Garrett didn't give it too much thought, however. He was too focused on finding the room with his name on it. When he did find it, he pushed the door open, and pulled his bags inside, and deposited them near his bed. His Dufflebag dropped on top of his bed, and he immediately kicked his shoes off. After nearly a day of wearing them, Garrett figured it was only a matter of time before a biohazard team was sent to his room, but they had to come off sooner or later. He rooted around in his suitcase for a new pair of socks, and pulled them on. He rolled the sleeves of his button-up back to just below his elbows, and ran a hand through his hair to attempt to smooth it down. With that, he turned and left the room, heading back downstairs. He approached the Asian teen seated on the couch and said, "Sorry bout--bout that. Heavy bag. I'm Garrett."

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Who needs new years parties when you have RP amirite?

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Sweet god have mercy on his soul

I'm sure he'll be fine.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Voph, having turned to the Obelisk for the same reason as the rest of the party, didn't hesitate when Fionn called out. He immediately turned to survey the assembling hoarde, drawing his pistol to level at...well, everything. Perhaps this instinct to provide covering fire didn't work so well with such limited ammo. He turned, and ran towards the stairway, gaze sweeping the inky blackness below, before reaching up to click on a flashlight mounted on his pistol. He moved forward, pistol raised and ready, leading the way below, trusting that the rest of the group was behind him.

Coward. Voph growled to himself as the thought entered his head. He didn't have the ammo to cover the rest of the team. It made sense. Father would be so ashamed. Voph cursed under his breath as he exhaled. For the first time since he'd left home, he felt that all familiar fear grip his very soul. The fear of failure. The fear of death. The one thing shared between human and beast. Voph exhaled slowly. He wasn't prepared for this. Back home he'd been....a god. He was a mere child and nigh unstoppable. Here...he was nothing but a fool with a gun. A gun that was dangerously empty for their current predicament. "No sign of any dead down here, but stay cautious. Bet you a warm meal the fuckers will ambush us without a second thought."