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It seemed Thea was one of the first to arrive, along with Bastille and Beverly, and she sat down, hooking a cookie with her claws carefully, trying her best to to accidently break it. Waste of a cookie. "Uh, I'm Thea! I don't have a last name, like a lot of you do. I'm a Starstruck Guardian, and my favorite thing to do is fight! And win! I think purple's a nice color, too." She took a bite of the cookie, her smile still there.

//I'm Mirror, and I'm currently homeschooled, and when I'm not doing schoolwork, I'm often choose to play video games, read, watch movies, or rp. I absolutely love science, and have three cats, and three dogs.

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A meet and greet?! How exciting! The slender she-wolf trots over silently, silver eyes searching for a place to sit. There is a space beside Jerseyboy, which she tentatively occupies after discovering that Washington is not present. The Italian is nice enough--she's just afraid he'll compliment her again. That was embarrassing. Imperia holds her tongue, patiently waiting her turn for introductions. The girl is intrigued by Bastille's mention of a library. She never heard of it before, so she makes a mental not to ask him about it later. Before she begins to speak, Peri finds herself giggling at Jersey's comment. He must really like cookies. "Um, my name is Imperia Arceneau. And some facts about me? Well, I speak French, I love all things nature, I like to learn new things, and I am a pretty good cook." Nothing too in-depth and all fairly obvious for anyone who has interacted with her more than once. Peri is a very big nerd who also happens to be good in the kitchen. No surprise there.

// howdy!! i'm roman and i've had peri since march or april of last year. i was also very active in bloodclan on ff/wcrpg for many years so if ya wanna talk about the old days...hmu. I'm gonna be starting my freshman year of college this fall with a major in environmental science so please, please feel free to talk with me about plants or rocks or animals. I also like grazing?? don't ask, lol. Some other little fun facts are that I live in the desert so i have A LOT of feelings when it comes to that, I really love horses, and if i'm not rping i'm probably spending my money on video games i'll never finish

WHAT IS LEFT WHEN THE WAR IS OVER —

To speak of oneself, be it mere facts or the more interesting details which might come to captivate the mind of those who cared to listen, had never seemed worthwhile, a waste of breath if anything. But then what of them, what made them tick, those things they had not buried or found lost in the wash of memory wiped away in their return? It was a question which had come to plague their mind for much of their short time here, running about as though it were a dog chasing it's tail with no hope of catching it but determined all the same. They had largely given up on such a trivial manner, each answer they had uncovered never quite fitting in the jagged holes left them, thinking nothing of who they were, simply who they were to become given time.

Choosing to spend much of their time about their garden tending to the various fruits and vegetables the call  tearing them from the reverie they had been caught within, their head swivelling around when they came to recognise the voice. One of the few faces they had come to commit to memory, for she seemed to be about more than any other and proved a kind person, enough so Art found themself draw to her in a way, they grew curious as Margaery continued to speak. There was little of who they were now they might speak of, mere facts gone and left with little more than a husk, but something compelled them to raise, deliberately slow steps bringing them closer.

Atreus recognised few present besides Margaery and Bastille, those two simply because of their positions and the constant run-ins they seemed to have with the former, their attention shifting between each present as they spoke. Carefully they stored away names and faces, knowing all too well it was unlikely they were to remember any but at very least they could try to do so and hopefully avoid an awkward situation.

A displeased hum rose from the depths of their throat as a scowl formed upon their lips, the way Jerseyboy handled himself clearly displeasing the young lion. Choosing to ignore the blatant disrespect and rather disgusting display they turned to the plate of pastries themself, curious about them. Never one to have a sweet tooth and largely confined to basic foods they picked out they looked upon the amassed treats yet chose not to take one, speaking once all had fallen silent.

“My name... is Art,” for a time they hesitated, wondering if they should introduce themself using their full name and ended up deciding against it, the tale behind it was rather grisly and they had no wish to be question on it though it did not concern them in anyway. “I uh speak Old Norse and Germany pretty well, know some Latin,” once more they proved unsure upon the dead language, knowing few, if any, would know it now, continuing on quickly. “Got a garden I tend to cause I can't really eat meat, pretty good with a sword an axe, I know... a good bit about the Vikings and history.”

Since Grimm was ninja'd, a softer voice - too young and innocent, they shouldn't intervene – drew their attention and they looked upon Alexander with a soft gaze, humming softly beneath their breath. Picking a cookie from the pile they stepped closer to him and held out the treat, smiling at him. “I like rocks, too.”

[ hey there i'm grimm, been writing for about ten years now and it has been a big thing for me for a good while now, i enjoy cooking a ton with hopes of opening a restaurant of my own one day, really i ain't that interesting ]

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