The UnHonorable War

Leena was a nice name, and Mallorie smiled at the use of her full name rather than the nickname she had offered. "At this point, the clothes are more a necessity than out of comfort. Not too much longer and I'll have to get something new." She waved a hand dismissively, not too worried about her clothes falling apart just yet.

Her gaze followed Leena's gesture to the group, and her brows furrowed a little in uncertainty. "Um... Sure." She offered a half smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes as she relented. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she thought it would be. Or maybe she just wanted to keep this new acquaintance she'd acquired. Spending a bit of time in a larger group of people certainly wouldn't kill her, and Mal wasn't sure why her heart was beating faster now at the thought of having to do just that.

'The Convention Thingy'? This confused the teen. Shouldn't he know exactly what was going on? Also why was the guy so dirty. Surely a convention staff would dress in more appropriate attire. 'All aboard the hype train'? Was this guy insane? Aaron couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. He was half tempted to not embark on the bus and even started walking away. But then he remembered about the rumors of Haven.

"A new home." Aaron whispered to himself. He was finally going to be at home. No more hiding, no more of this damn cloak. He wondered what people would think about his permanent invisibility. It's not like he had a choice. He rose a gloved hand to look at it. He removed the glove and showed his literal nothingness. He felt the spot with his other hand just to reassure him that he still had a hand. The gentle touch of fabric on his hands soothed his fear.

He took a deep breath, replaced the glove and nodded. He was one of the last people to board so he got on and attempted to find a seat near Jeanne his only friend from among the strangers. He sat next to a man who looked about 32 with 'spiky' black hair. Though Aaron considered it more messy. Upon further inspection it was the man who had ended all aggression in the area. He glared from behind the mask. "You're certainly a strange person." Aaron said looking back towards the front of the bus.

"i could say the same to you my companion of unknown age." Xain laughs, casually ruffling his own hair.
"you may or may not have been there for my introduction, i didn't remember seeing you but even that doesn't mean much" giggling at his own words once more he turns and extends his hand.
"My name is Xain de Revli, i am a monk of greek origin, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

afterwords turning to look out the window and gazing at the scenery "if you have any questions of me, i will answer them without hesitation, you have my absolute faith miss." (Reminder: Xain doesn't quite understand gender.)

Rob would look to the bus with a smile and then a frown as it got closer seeing how it was clearly not functioning under it's own power and examining the tires for movement before it pulled in, "Maybe this is what I thought it was... Well see you guys at the con" Making a a couple of clicking noises Robert's Gerbil would scurry into his shirt pocket as Rob made his way to his own car putting the pump away and closing up the gas can before getting into his car. He sighed pulling in behind the bus intending to follow it to what would hopefully be Haven, "Well let's see if this is a trap or a godsend, eh Eclair?" petting the Gerbil in his pocket while waiting to follow.

Rob taps on his wheel in waiting speaking to himself and his Gerbil, "We are following a guy in a vehicle that is quieter than anything that size should be able to move at, especially that run down. If this is a trap I think I was doomed even if I didn't come here, I don't think honor guard and definitely not in a suit anyway and I don't think they'd be so... dirty... this is happening, this is real... I'm never going to see my shop again. Kyle better not fuck it up. If this is some fucked up prank..."

Rambling and intermittent cursing intensifies.

Mal carefully slid her slender fingers along Leena's hand, taking it in her own and looking up at the other woman with a shy smile. Her attention was drawn towards the bus when a man poked his head out. She arched a brow, wondering why she hadn't heard the bus roll up, but didn't worry about it too much.

"I suppose we'll be meeting everyone on the bus, rather than in the rain. At least we won't get as wet." She grinned a bit, pulling the other woman forward and moving onto the bus. She heard the back comment, and scrunched her nose, looking towards Leena again. "Where should we sit..?"

Mal glanced back at the other, then searched the seats. She chose one of the seats in the middle, settling in next to the window. "This way we won't be rushed off, and we won't be stuck in the back." She offered a smile, holding her bag in her lap so Leena would have room to sit as well.

staring at the back of the still bus Rob continues to ramble and grow more nervous, "What if they are headed to an alpha concentration camp, do they have those? could I run away if things go south? They probably won't, everything is going to be fine. I wonder if they'll have a good kitchen. I should learn to read lips, it probably isn't that hard anymore. I wonder if I'll learn to do anything else. Stop thinking about getting ambushed, Eclair, it doesn't help. We'll get there and everything will be fine."

Having joined the larger group, Jeanne had wordlessly waited for her convention bus, clutching the gym bag strap tightly. She did not introduce herself, but it was clear from her appearance that there was nothing notable about her person. She was just a skinny teenager dressed in all-black normcore like she was a 40-year-old Japanese designer. But she was a franco-anglo-whatever kid from New York instead, and her googly dark eyes acted accordingly. She would look at her feet, nod at appropriate conversational points, and make herself small.

From time to time, Jeanne airily glanced towards the gas station store clerk, but if anybody was looking at this motion, it would be unclear what exactly she was looking at, as by following her gaze they would only see the facade of the building. It was merely placebo, but she felt like she could "see" better if her face was pointed in that direction. The man was inconspicuous, but she still felt suspicious.

Regardless, Jeanne smiled cheekily at Mike as she got on the bus, still not speaking, as she felt like there was no need for introductions. There was no need to identify herself to him, or him to her, although acknowledging their acquaintanceship felt like a necessary part of her encounter.

She found herself a nice spot adjacent to Aaron, and turned to him to speak.

"So," she spoke softly, for she did not want anybody else to hear. "We've seen who's getting on this bus, and it's obvious they're all Alphas. Who's got what powers, do you think?" She did not know explicitly what the Alphas' abilities were, so she called them what they granted: power. Alphas had power over the normal physical form.