Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160330064202/@comment-24416658-20160330070954

"No."

That was the only word Hafleikr was able to get out, before he was dragged out of his bed in the morning by his partner. Having to accept defeat (and a glare from two of his teammates), he quickly went into the shower, took about a minute, and came out, dressing in record time.

"Look, Haffy," Anastasia, the team leader, said up to the boy, "Today's an important mission. We're pairing up with another team, and we need first impressions to be good, okay?" The boy huffed and looked away, and the girl gave up, sitting on her bed (having woken up and gotten dressed about 2 hours ago). Nacoma, meanwhile, was already standing by the door, and Seiriol was strapping on her weapon/rotorpack. She was the only one of the team that didn't keep it in a locker.

Hafleikr hated waking up later than anyone else. And he hated that god-awful nickname. He hated a lot of things.

"Move out, everyone!" Anastasia called, "Ms. Dianthus waits for us!" Seiriol giggled at her leader's remark, Nacoma playfully rolled her eyes, and Hafleikr, hat tipped, groaned, following. Unsurprisingly, the group ended up split between Anastasia and Seiriol at the front, chatting continuosly, and Hafleikr and Nacoma at the back, saying almost nothing.

"You know she likes you, right?" Nacoma asked Hafleikr, who in turn cocked his head in question.

"Seiriol." she clarified, "She's told me. No offense, but I don't know what she sees in you." Hafleikr scoffed.

"Exactly." he responded. Nacoma decided not to push it further, as the group finally reached the briefing room.

"Hello!" Anastasia called, "Team VNSH, front and present!" While Anastasia moved up, standing in a leader-like pose, the rest of the team wasn't as presentable. Seiriol had a hand on her arm, looking sheepish, Nacoma leaned against a wall, and Hafleikr was turned to the side, almost like an emo guy to the extreme.

A team that nobody would look at twice. One that would, simply, vanish.