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The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Abraham Gene

_{@Mr Allen J}

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“Yeah, my father was very religious.” Abe said in response to Jasmine's comment on his name. Eh, sort of. His father liked to say he was. He must have been at one point, with the crosses he had around his house, but Abe was certain he hadn't touched a Bible in years. Jasmine continued talking, and Abe laughed at her comments regarding Henry, Blair, and Kenna, having taken them right from his mouth.

"I wonder if there was a mistake somewhere... did we get put on the wrong ship?" Jasmine asked in jest, she had a playful smile on her face the whole time. "God, I hope so, I don't think I can take a few years of this. It'll make the airlock look enticing!"

“Well, I don't know about you,” Abe began, “but my lot in life is to win. God help me if seeing a few monsters is enough to throw myself into space. No reason to end my biography so soon, eh?”

His eyes ended up falling back on the orange, glowing poster on the wall nearby. The Combatica Challenge. He looked back at Jasmine with a smile.

“You an athlete? You seem kind of sporty.” He asked.

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Andrea Pasternack

_@JunkMail

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"I, uh..." Wednesday finally began. "I've had to hurt a lot of people. I'm not here for the same reason the rest of you are, if that makes sense." She said, trying to put it in layman's terms.

Andrea looked down, closed her eyes and huffed a sharp breath through her nose. Not that she was frustrated, no, she actually looked amused if the slight smile on her face indicated anything. She wasn't oblivious with Wednesday's nervousness. She picked up out of the corner of her eye the girl looking behind her periodically. Had she not felt safe? She could Arianna was trailing them, perhaps that was putting her off? Anyways, Andrea found her words amusing for the simple fact that it was just a repeat of what Arianna had told her, and even that was something Andrea could pick up on her own. Indeed, not for the same reason as the rest of them – one didn't even have to be psychic. An innocent child wouldn't need to be escorted everywhere she went, but what interested Andrea was the stress Wednesday was feeling underneath the surface.

However, it was becoming clearer that she was burying those feelings deeper and deeper the more Andrea pressed. If Wednesday didn't want to share, she wasn't going to. They'd have to build up trust first. To a degree, Andrea already did, but only to the degree that she didn't expect judgment from Wednesday. They both suffered through harsh walks of life; Andrea just didn't know what could set her off, or if violence was her go-to problem-solving tool. She let her ask her question, and Andrea appeared thoughtful in her answer.

“This will be my second year.” Andrea said. “I didn't come here like the others, too. I was a rescue.”

Her nervous tick went from clicking her pretty red fingernails together to picking at them. The thought of her past put some amount of stress on her, but she figured it was necessary to share if they were supposed to start building trust with one another.

“The Promise program saved me after... well...”

Andrea hesitated.

“It was a long four months of drug addiction and street living... I don't take any pride in it.”

There was a brief moment of silence as she let the words sink in. It felt like she was doing that more for herself than she was for Wednesday. Her eyes shot downward as she crinkled her brows, a look of disdain, but it wasn't aimed toward anyone. She still has a hard time accepting that time of her life, as well as herself.

Andrea finally sighed to lift some of the weight off her chest. “I went to study law at Cambridge, you know. I guess it goes to show that it can happen to anyone.”

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Zero to a hundred in 0.5 seconds flat

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Abraham Gene

_{@Mr Allen J}

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Abe's interest was shaky throughout the speech. On one hand, it was slightly amusing. In the other, somewhat childish. Abe, as proud as he was, was hoping for a professional composure reminiscent of his education and the education that was lying in wait for him. What the Promise presented instead was like a public high school freshman orientation, where they used a bit of stupidity and cool, new science innovations to keep the anxious students' attention. The only thing that made it clear they were talking to older teenagers and young adults was the tongue in cheek death threat Henry sent flying to an unseen man's way.

As the crowd cleared and Abe was once more given an opportunity to get himself lost on board a space station without a guide, Abe found himself wondering if he should hunt down that Slavic girl that helped him off of the shuttle. That was, of course, until he seemed to have caught someone else's attention. A dark skinned woman found herself beside Abe - hello there - not at all to his chagrin, and introduced herself... huh, with a German accent. His father dealt with some of their businessmen before. Cute.

"Abraham!" He replied, sounding pleasantly surprised. "You can call me Abe, though."

He took a deep breath as he took another look at his surroundings and continued.

"It depends on which freak show you're talking about. The whole shabang, Rex, or--"

Around this time, the half plant, half girl creature made her rounds towards the two where Abe awkwardly took the paper from her stack and quietly waited for her to leave.

"--or her? It? Whatever. I haven't come up with a name for them yet. But so far it looks like we've been placed in a space zoo."

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Let's cripple her twice over!

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Abraham Gene

_{@Mega Birb}

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A tingling feeling crawled up and down Abe's spine upon her touch. Even through his jacket and his clothes beneath, the static made his hair stand on end. Abe closed his eyes and he smiled a little and sucked in his upper lip - not quite out of amusement, but rather forcing himself to not act out of irritation. The girl? The girl was threatening him? She had the nerve? Abe found during his travels that there were the assholes, the do-gooders, the scoundrels, and people who weren't told to shut up often enough in their lives. He had a sinking feeling that she fell in that category, after all, she was still a kid. Being impetuous was a trademark. He toyed with the idea of trading blows, perhaps threatening back, but the fact remained: she was a kid. No one that could truly harm him. 'Let her have her fun for now.' He thought. 'She'll learn eventually.'

But there was one piece of advice he had to give her, just for future reference, before she gets any thoughts in her head.

"Just a tip or two, Bones..." Abe said quietly into her ear as he left. "Hands stay off the merchandise. And try not to get too chummy with strangers."

He walked away while pointing a finger gun at her. A typical casual greeting or goodbye, but just as likely had a hidden second meaning to it given the cryptic note he left on. He dug his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes around. Weird ass girl. He wondered how many more of her were on this station thinking that they were God's gift just because they had a superpower. There was more to it than that.

There was also style.

Not really. In all seriousness though, Abe did have his own theory on it. Superpowers, shall we say, compounds an individuals value. Measure their qualities and what they can provide, the sort of power they might yield, and that's their true worth. One of those versus the same person with powers can only be better! Take Hulk Hogan over there - Abe was looking at the line-backer looking man by the shuttle entrance, talking to a brunette - if he had no skills, no charisma or character, no money, and nothing to offer - what's his value? Zero multiplied by a thousand is still zero. If he can lift heavy objects, then congratulations! You've met one of the minimum requirements of being someone's minion. At least those were his thoughts on the whole superpowers thing. Others may see things differently. They'd be wrong, of course, but they'd still disagree. Nature will take its course and Abe will be standing victorious in the end. There's no other way it should be.

The appearance of a hulking lizard man on a podium caught his confused gaze - the people here just keep getting stranger - and he noticed the crowd starting to gravitate towards the front of the stage and began seating themselves. He buried his hands in his pockets and made his way toward one of the seats in the back. The chair had someone's name on it, someone who wasn't him. He sat there anyway. They were out of luck if they expected him to push his way through so many people to find "his" seat. Besides, whoever was supposed to sit here had way of knowing this was theirs. He held the back of his head with his hands and leaned back in his chair to get comfortable as he patiently awaited whatever bullshit they had in store for them.

Something caught his eye again, but this time, it was a girl who must've been half plant.

They just keep getting weirder.

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Andrea Pasternack

_@JunkMail

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Let's just say I'm watching her love? Andrea shook her head. She could glean why Arianna was there with Wednesday, that was one of her responsibilities. It came with burden of having strong powers. But that wasn't the answer that Andrea wanted to hear. It didn't answer what she wanted to know. She wanted to know what troubled her, not if she was actually trouble in the first place.

"I understand, Ari, but that doesn't answer my question..." Andrea insisted - but her soft voice must've gotten lost in the crowd, for Arianna was immediately alerted by Henry's presence and ushered them and others towards the seating area where they were to find their appointed chairs. Wednesday's meaty hands rested on Andrea's much smaller shoulders and said to meet with her after the speech. She felt her heart flutter a tad, glad that she managed to reach somebody enough that they would open up to her. She could tell by her surface thoughts at this moment - she wanted to tell her something, she wanted to unload. To take off that heavy backpack of burdens. Whether she chooses to do it later remained to be seen. She isn't ruling out last-second reluctance out just yet, but this was a good sign. She looked up at the stage where Henry stood, glad to see his old mug out in the open again. Usually, Dr. Winzer ended up playing one prank or another on Henry during orientation, where Henry would get publicly annoyed; Andrea didn't have a problem with it. Intentional or not, it performed a function. Anything that would break the ice with the new students and ease any tension couldn't do anything but help. After all, they'll be spending a long time with each other in space. The sooner this place feels like home, the better.

The lights started flickering, and Andrea had just found her seat as the crowd began quieting down. She looked to her side and found a red-headed friend of hers from last year, and whispered to her a quick greeting and a hug. When the side of her face touched the skin of her red-headed friend, it tingled a bit from the heat she was putting off, prompting a smile from Andrea. This girl was just a year older than her, and she didn't need telepathy to read her. The temperature of her skin went up the more adrenaline she had. She felt like the heat of a sun-baked sidewalk, but that was nothing compared to the six hundred degrees she could reach.

"A little excited, aren't you Reyna?" Andrea whispered.

"Ahaha, yeah, a little. Sorry!" She replied.

Andrea rested a comforting hand on her shoulder to tell her she's alright as the music started booming. Music? Terrible music at that. There was nothing like this last year. This must've been another Dr. Winzer thing.

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In short, it was a simple meeting, very brief - not much speaking in the speech, the orientation left most of the work to Zoey... so it wasn't that different from last year. The running joke around here was Henry's speeches, in that they weren't really speeches. Or if a class requires to give a speech, someone would say, "wow, an easy A," despite the actual stress that hearing that news would put them under. Andrea felt like she could get away with it. She had to give speeches in school. Had to give a speech at graduation as valedictorian. Had to give speeches in law school. Her discipline might have been torn down a little since those days, but it's something that sticks with you.

Speaking of speeches and talking, the new girl that Arianna was assigned wanted her to come find her so that they could speak after this event. Wednesday. Fortunately, finding people was something Andrea could do very easily if she set her mind to it. She looked around, finding corporeal figments, assigning them the task of finding a person, using her memory of Wednesday as a metaphorical scent - they scattered and searched the crowd until one of them found the person she was looking for. These apparitions suddenly fell into place and formed a line, almost like a chain, leading Andrea directly to her through a path that would leave her uninhibited. Most people might not be able to find a specific person in a crowd of people, so perhaps Wednesday had not seen her coming. But Andrea cut her way through the crowd without having to squeeze by a single person, almost as though the crowd moved around her. It was one of the subtle advantages of such multifaceted telepathy, knowing almost intuitively where multiple people end up going and through where. She found herself next to Wednesday, feeling the familiar sense of stress radiating off of her, in mere moments after the speech and looked to her with a friendly expression.

"Would you like to walk?" Andrea offered. She didn't think that Wednesday would prefer just sitting in one spot talking about whatever it was that she had on her mind. Walking at least gave them a bit of privacy. The invitation was short-lived, as she already started a slow pace through the room like she was leading the way.

"Anyways..." She began thoughtfully, as though looking for the right words to begin. "Forgive Arianna. She's energetic and lovely, if a bit... hasty in presuming what I wanted to know. It's not a fault either, though. Her initiative is one reason why she has the job she's burdened with."

She soon found herself clicking the fingernails of her left index and thumb together behind her back. It was better than picking at them.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to tell me." Andrea continued, trying to reassure Wednesday. "I just wanted to know what was bothering you."

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

I can think of one way, but Blaire is only 16, so that's not gonna work either. I think you're SOL.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Posted with Abe. Still waiting on Nickola-la-la-la-la-la-las-las-lassy, Timmy's in the well?

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Abraham Gene

_{@SepticGentleman | @Mega Birb}

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Ah, so this was very much different from what Abe had expected. A big part of him assumed that they were supposed to kick each others' asses, rather than a competition to see who could kick the most asses in the shortest period of time. This sounded like virtual reality the way that Archie described it. The hype of the train slowed down a bit. Beating down a hundred mooks in safety wasn't the same as beating down ten people who knew what they were doing when your life was on the line. That made the rush all the more satisfying. He couldn't imagine having too much fun with Archie's “Arena Combatica” – he could throw in as much Latin as he wanted to make it interesting, but a fish is what a fish is... still, it couldn't hurt to try it out. Worst comes to worst, he wins an easy challenge, and he's suddenly popular. It definitely couldn't hurt.

“You know what, Mr. Davis?” Abe asked rhetorically. “I'll humor you – sure, why not? From one businessman to another, you did alright selling your product.”

“...And you, uh...” Abe started as he turned around to look at Blair. He was squinting his eyes and tapping his forehead. It was clear he wasn't paying much attention to her introduction, only that there was a sickly-looking and beat up little girl who was head and shoulders below him, and who – for the life of anyone, who could know why – was for some reason down for this sort of challenge. The girl with the gas mask and prosthetic arm.

“...Care van Bear. Whatever, I'll call you Bones – Bones. Keep fighting the good fight from the safety of a hospital bed. I'll make sure to give you a shout-out when I win.”

He shot her a casual (read: non-flirtatious [she's 16, come on]) wink paired with a finger gun, and turned around to bid his farewell to Archie and finally return the handshake he was first offered. “I'll see you whenever, eh?”