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Who: avante en garde and newbies
Where: dorms
When: day 115, evening to night

[Fresh blood! Fresh blood!]

[No. It was definitely mediating.

Newbie looks vaguely uncomfortable for a split second. He's still not really sure what to feel about the idea of being a unit. Like, are they expected to be friends? They're definitely not family. When he thinks about it, the whole thing sits strangely in his guts.

So just. Don't think about it, then. Yeah.]

I'm not sweating anything. Take it as it comes, whatever.

[that's the spirit!! tho mike does at least notice the uneasiness, taking a step back]

Right, just go with the flow. You'll get a groove eventually.

So hey, what should I call you. Red?

Red? Mmn... [It doesn't feel satisfying to say. So basic. But he hasn't thought of any ideas himself.]

Red Bull's kind of a lame thing to be named after. Maybe I oughta be something cool, with wings.

Wings, huh? Sooooo. . .a bird? Like, Falcon? Or Dragon?

[he is from the future and only knows either basic shit or ridiculous/car themed shit there is no middle ground]

[BIG THINKS. There's only so much mythological stuff he can think up, too.]

...How about Griffin? That sounds good, right?

[the fuck is a griffin. nts go to library later. after he remembers what a library is.]

If those are the wings you wanna ride on, it sounds pretty sweet to me.

They're half eagle, half lion. A goddamn beast that can't possibly fly, getting wings.

[He looks proud of himself]

I kinda dig it.

[beams!! newbie is happy!!]

Heh, so breaking the mold and doing what folks don't think can be done? Iiii think that'll fit you just fine, Griff.

[A smirk spreads over his face. The spark of life was back in his eyes again.]

Sweet.

Hey, I never asked your name.

Me? I'm Mike Chilton? Or so I'm told.

So, Mike. Not as flashy as everyone else, I'm afraid.

Nah. It's solid. [Griffin gives a short nod of approval]

You're all right, Mike.

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