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@pyroman

A telepath? She nodded at Emmas words, noting the role she’d play in her training. It made sense that a telepath would be involved, seeing the nature of her abilities, but it did make her feel a bit uncomfortable. Someone would be probing in her brain, looking over her thoughts and memories. The thought made her feel a bit more open than she’d like, and she only realized after she had that thought that Emma could probably hear it. Aha, great. At least her concerns were heard, in a manner of speaking. And according to Remy, someone had already probed her brain. She was a bit of an open book now.

She took a seat as Bookers gesture, hugging her fox to her chest. “Yeah, I can lucid dream almost all the time without difficulty” she said. “I can tell when I’m asleep as well, and … sort of control what’s going on. More like suggest a general direction to go and hope it works”. What was with her and her long winded answers? She usually wasn’t this talkative, especially about her powers. Maybe it was because she wasn’t scared of reactions to them. Or maybe it was because of being reassured that everything would be fine, and that it was safe to share with these adults. She cleared the thought from her head and instead responded to Bookers mention of a team.

“... Team? I’m joining a team?” she asked. What team? When was this decided? Who was on this team? Was this a sports team, or some sort of other team? What was she supposed to do on this team? Did she have a say? Would they know about her abilities before she learned to control them fully? She rapid fire ran through all those questions in her head in concern of this unmentioned team, realized she hadn’t asked any of them out loud, and gave Emma a bit of a sheepish look in hopes for a response to all the nonsense that zipped through her head.
@Crossfire Crossfire, plotting everyones dooms since 2017. Hopefully Maxi can pull off whatever's in store with some decent guns and a busted bot X)

@Azereiah 5'3 ish medic with a scalpel (and a small gun) vs a fully armed, probably 6-7 foot tall robot. I can see this ending not the best for the medic XD
@Crossfire Why do I have no self control with big spoiler buttons D:

right now all Maxi can do is kind of... hide, since he isn't a strong fighter and his medical bot was busted before they even arrived. So he might have to hide in the background and avoid danger, or stick with someone else.
@pyroman

The door swung open on it’s own, and Bonny found herself staring at it in surprise for a few seconds before poking her head inside. She was met with two people; one she assumed to be Booker, and another lady that was introduced to her as Emma. She gave a small nod of acknowledgement, entering the room and shifting her gaze between the two. Which one of them opened the door? She shook the thought from her head, opting to ask the questions she had instead of bring up more.

“Uh, he covered the basics on the flight here, yeah. And I got my class schedule and everything. Mostly just came to say hi and ask where breakfast is. And… to ask about additional mutation training”. Her voice dropped a little bit at the end of her sentence, but she managed not to avert her gaze from the two. It felt a little bit embarrassing having to ask for specifics up front, but it was one she’d have to deal with. “I was told you know my mutation already, and I’d say I’m pretty good with it a lot of the time, but that’s only after carrying around” she lifted her stuffed fox up “these all the time, and playing make belief enough for it to focus in my dreams. I… I can’t handle nightmares when I have them. And that’s something I need to learn to handle. Not get rid of them, I don’t think that’s possible, but I need to be able to confront them instead of panic. Maybe even control other dreams a bit better after a while as well”.

She paused, realizing she was rambling a bit. “Hah, sorry. I just came to ask for more details and maybe times for training, didn’t mean to go off on that ramble.” She let a smile cross her face. “I’m glad to be working with you both, though. You guys seem nice.”
@pyroman

For once in what seemed like forever, Bonny got the full nights rest that she needed. She had handed over the ridiculous amount of cookies to the nearest staff member to distribute at some point, ate something or another last night, and crashed in her bed surrounded by copious stuffed toys the second she got to it. It was all a bit of an exhausted blur, really; she awoke to a blaring alarm and the stuffies she had snuggled with sprawled around her bed, and she vaguely recalled some sort of a dream about setting up camp in a new place. A normal, simple dream that she expected to have. With a yawn, she rolled out of bed, hit her alarm clock on the head and checked the screen. 8:45, right on time. With that in mind, she spent some time tidying up all the toys that scattered themselves the night before, picked her fox to come with her for the day, got changed, and left her room. She still looked like a mess, but at least she looked like a dressed mess.

She slipped out of her room, looking both ways before closing it. Her schedule wasn’t too harsh; pop into Mr. Bookers office to say hello and have a more formal introduction, grab something to eat, and then pop into her first class and try to catch up. The man, from what she had seen of him yesterday, seemed rather nice. It wasn’t really worrying her to go find him. With her plush toy in her arms she wandered the halls, poking around and finding directions until she reached what she could assume to be Bookers office. Hopefully he was in there.

After a few seconds of waiting, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Sir, are you there? It’s me, Bonny. Poppin’ in to say hi and stuff.” She hoped that was a decent enough first impression.
@pyroman alright, she can stop by to see em. Would he just be in his office, or elsewhere? ;u;
Ahh, alright. Bonny I assume would have her schedule, but would any of the staff want to meet with her before she goes to class? If not, I can throw her into a class and go from there. >w>;;
You shippers XD

Any suggestions for where Bonny should go? I imagine classes will start up soon, but I'm not sure where others will be going (in case of Bonny going to a class no one else would be in, so there'd be limited introductions) or if she needs to meet with anyone before classes x.x;;
What an idiot. He had shot the medical bot, the source of all his supplies, so that it was flinging sparks and clunked to the floor. A scowl crossed his face, and he silently picked the busted bot up from the ground. A couple harsh dents, but hopefully the contents were still intact enough to use manually. He muttered a few curses and held the box under his arm, glaring at the attacker from behind his glasses before a shout gathered everyone's attention. Stryker, the commander, had come down to give a little announcement about the fiasco. Tension, being stuck together, something like that. He wasn’t really paying attention. He was glaring at the person who shot his bot in a hissy fit, thinking of how he’d love the guy to get shot or injured so he could strut over and tell him that he couldn’t save him because his bot was busted. He was silent through the lecture, and just as quiet when he loaded onto the ship. The mangled bot was held close to his chest, and he was tampering with it to see what hatches were totally busted and which ones he could open manually.

He hardly noticed in his focus when the ship took flight, and remained silent for the intercom conversations. Blah blah, identify yourself, some identity lie, not buying it, going in to fight. He was more absorbed in opening hatches and de-attaching the parts of the bot that still worked. By the time they reached the ground, he figured out how many hatches he could open and the ones he couldn’t. Plus, he’d have to carry the bloody thing now that it was busted. He really wanted to clock the guy over the head for shooting his robot, but he was both too small and would probably get shot first. Ah well, karma will get him.

The ship landing jolted him to attention, and he clung his bot to his chest in a nervous fashion and stared at the now opening hatch. He made sure to exit last and remain behind the people who were actually skilled at ripping stuff apart. Without his bot and with only a few easy to handle weapons, he doubted he could do much against robots. People maybe, if he was lucky. He poked his head out from behind whoever went in front of him, watching as Grayson utterly destroyed the bot that entered with a well placed shot. The rest of the placed was utterly destroyed by the blast that let them in, save for the people scrambling off from the blast. Sucks to be them. He didn’t plan to charge in first, and hopefully stay behind others who loved blowing stuff up more instead. That sounded like the safest route for him, the closest thing to an amateur in the group.
@Rultaos Benny should still be able to hack, though. Into people, using all his weapons. :)

Also, I'm not too sure on the speaker thing. I'm pretty sure that announcement was what made everyone go downstairs, so I'd assume it was finished by the time it was shot. I imagine he shot it during a repeat, perhaps? While it was reiterating the instructions. :V
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