Mags

"Don't get me wrong," He lowered his voice. "I'm most certainly doing something illegal, but I'm not sure if I should share that part yet." "And don't worry about my boss, he and I both have the same . . . vision."

Sharp'i grinned. It was heartless. "I've been around, yes." He'd changed the spelling of his name to make getting into the school easier, but that had been him, last games. "I came here because there's a lot of kid's who just so happen to be the right age. What do you think might happen?"

"No." His face turns grim. "I had a friend who I killed that way. Or at least, I like to think he was my friend."

"It's . . . a game . . . sort of. Lots of people are chosen at random, then dumped in an arena together to fight each other to the death. The last one standing is the winner." He paused and touched his pocket, which held the little doll with silver eyes. He would never forget. "It's a brutal way for the richest of the rich to have an excuse to murder people for fun."

"That . . . is an interesting point." He eyed her. "Have you ever heard of the Hunger Games?"

"And my boss would be extremely upset if I shared anything, this is delicate information."

What did beds have to do with anything? "I . . . have no secrets worth telling." That was less of a lie.

This question, Sharp'i knew to be more wary of. "I'm from very far away, I am here to experience and learn at the flight school." The answer was more robotic then normal, and you can tell he's lying.

". . .okay." Sharp'i didn't know what the word 'temptress' meant, but it sounded weird.

"Plotting the inevitable crash of society as we know it."

Sharp'i noticed the girl from before in the hallway. "Morning greetings."

Penn moved towards a cafe, thinking it would be a good place to wake for sleeper to wake up.

Sharp'i woke early that day as well, force of habit. He dressed and began pacing the halls, thinking about his next move.

"Shhhhhhhh he doesn't need to know that."

"Just an . . . accidental house fire . . . no one died. Absolutely no one." Penn made his way out of the alleyway and began moving down the street, not going anywhere in particular.

"Right," Penn said. The buildings in the alley were blackened and ruined from the fire. Siren's were still heard in the surrounding area. "Where should we go?" he asked as he picked up sleeper's unconscious body.

"Okay then, we'll get started." "It's a simple configuration of Esse, I will use the energy inside sleeper's soul, as well as some of my own, to tie itself back to his body. I would be happy to tell you more about it, though I'm not good at teaching." Penn added a few last minute adjustments to his chalk circle, then moved over to sit next to sleeper. He put one hand out towards sleeper's soul. A thin golden-ish line shot out from sleeper's soul, and connected with Penn's hand. Humming quietly to himself, Penn then brought his hand down, and connected the golden line with sleeper's body. There was a small flash. Penn then stood up. "That should do it for now." His eyes faded back to blue.

"Y- yeah." Sharpie said. "I don't have a ship . . ."

"Sure," Sharp'i said, there was nothing else to do.

"Yes." "Do you want to be my . . . first friend ever?"

"Yes, it is Sharp'i!"

"Yes. It is. What is your name?"

" . . . Hello . . . fellow student."

Sharp'i ran into the group hug in the hallway, the large gathering of other fellow people obviously drawing his attention. He didn't join, he wasn't good with that sort of thing. Instead he hung back to just . . . watch.