[OFFICIAL] The Bonfire, Open to 1st-3rd Waves

((Well, it's not as late as Rennie.))

Oh, death. It brings out the worst, and it brings out the best. If you ever want to see either, go to a funeral. Words to live by.

Ah, and yes, it was apparently true! Staying a far enough distance away worked wonders, really... You heard screaming, saw shadows fight... Oh, so fun. Granted, not what was needed at the funeral of someone who was to be a Legend... The stuff of Legend, anyway. Coughing for a moment, the scientist would walk towards the beach, watching the fire as he sang a few lines to 'Auld Lang Syne.' It was quiet, though sober. Something that wouldn't be expected from someone like this. There was no need to acknowledge anyone, really. He had a few words that were meant really for himself and a few others, though now he simply had to play the part of the rook. Straightforward, precise.

"Ice... You're an Aqua, not some scum we got off of the streets. Pick yourself up." were the first words out of his mouth. What happened? He didn't really give a damn. Looking into the fire for a while, he acted as if he were one of the others, staring in and remembering someone who would be something great, now symbolically being burned.

"... You know, once upon a time ancient kings would be burned on funeral pyres at sea, so any journeying men on boats would be able to see the great king. I suppose this could be taken to queens as well, but the few of you not biased against me would understand this." His smile was there, yes, but all of his hyperactivity, all of his sociopathic ways... All of it was gone, at least for the moment. "To say that Renilda was not a queen would be lying, truly. She was to be a queen. In my eyes, anyway. I am saddened that a Fabri... No, one of your peers has perished during this experiment. Our honored guests should not have to feel the cold sting of death... No one should." His smile faded away during this small speech he had given, replaced by a total look of seriousness, something Ice would have never seen from Gale.

He took a few folded sheets of paper from his pocket, unfolding them. He would then throw the paper in the fire. It was nothing of true importance. Just some notes on her blood-type and what kind of chemicals would be needed for the Fabrication of a girl that didn't need it anymore. Just some hand-written notes that now had three copies, if one didn't count how many were in the secure database. If there were any.

With this, the man looked back to Ice, waiting for her to speak. No one else mattered right now, they'd just question and point fingers... Idiots, all of them, really Except for those he experimented on, those who are next to death... All of them were fools.

"Goodbye, Rennie."

For a long time, Ice stayed in the position she was in, her eyes cast down, face trembling in a constant state of tearful frustration. Her mouth twitched when Paz spoke to her, but she appeared afraid to answer him, perhaps worried that she wouldn't be able to hold onto whatever control she had left.

It was when Gale began to talk that she snapped out of her daze with a jump; another scientist. No matter how weak she got around the other subjects, she simply couldn't risk being seen like this in front of one of her own.

Still shaking, she stood up as straight as she could, releasing her death-grip on Malcolm, and listened to Gale's speech. She indeed found it unusual; even in the business meetings before the project began, he always had some cocky grin on his face. Was the whole world just going to hell tonight?

"You heard him." She looked at Paz, unfriendly but too tired to be malicious. "It's a respectful thing. We're not putting it out until it goes out itself."

She looked back at Gale, meeting his gaze as directly as she could. Her face was red, but she had apparently quelled her emotions for the time being.

She still hadn't moved from Malcolm's side.

Malcolm's hand still sat heavily on the small woman's shoulder, fingers clasped loosely against her skin. The gesture was disturbingly tender--and not just a little possessive. They tightened slightly as others began to approach: first a few seconds wavers, then...

Gale received an icy smile and little more. Ice, however, could likely feel the tension in his hand; he had somehow gathered the self control to keep from squeezing her shoulder off, but there was energy and conflict there, a sort of (not yet literally) electric sense of barely contained aggression.

And he'd stay like that for some time yet.

(( Malcolm's going to stick around in the background unless someone directly addresses him.))

Paz got startled when the weird navy blue haired guy popped out of no where. He began to scold Ice like Paz did a moment ago but she reacted more to him than Paz, which irritated him. Furthermore, she was still close to that dirty man. She seemed too comfortable being with him like that, could there be something going on? Dang it! Don't tell me when I left her alone for so long, she already found a guy to show her affection to!! I wont have it! I won't have someone else take my ladies from me!

Paz then noticed the weird blue dude talking to him, "... You know, once upon a time ancient kings would be burned on funeral pyres at sea, so any journeying men on boats would be able to see the great king. I suppose this could be taken to queens as well, but the few of you not biased against me would understand this. To say that Renilda was not a queen would be lying, truly. She was to be a queen. In my eyes, anyway. I am saddened that a Fabri... No, one of your peers has perished during this experiment. Our honored guests should not have to feel the cold sting of death... No one should."

Paz huffed at this guys speech. "And you think kings who would raid villages, kill innocent people and rule like tyrants are civilized, you must be out of you mind." Paz looked out into the sea, so deep and black, like how most of their hearts are right now, "But I have to agree that Renilda should be respected like a queen, as all girls should be."

Ice then found her voice and yelled at him, ""You heard him. It's a respectful thing. We're not putting it out until it goes out itself." Paz sighed at the women, "Babe do you really want to have that 'incident' happen again? I don't mind if you want me saving ya and all, but it is more for your safety and for everyone else here. It seems like certain people here could snap at any minute." He glared up at the Malcolm dude. He didn't seem like he would be the one to snap but look at what he did to the other guy! Paz wasn't stupid, he wasnt going to pick a fight with this dude. His face would be ruined! Yet, Paz didn't want him to think he could do as he pleased with Paz's ladies, only Paz had that right.

Gale turned to the shades-wearing kid, listening to him. Another child who had never cracked open a history book it seemed. Did he not know that the Anglo-Saxons were no better than any other culture of the time? Even then, before funeral pyres they... Buried their dead. Oh, he could go off on this little runt at any time.

But you know what? It was a waste of breath. The clothing he wore, his pretentious feelings toward women (Really, every girl be treated like a queen? Nonsence. She was going to be Mew, and as such was going to be a queen. If it had been a man who had died he would've used king.) ... And the way he talked to a scientist. Someone of superior intellect... Someone who deserved something. Pitiful.

" I must get back to preparing my next test... To anyone who is here... I believe the next two of you who will become something more than you are now are... The scientist put back on his cocky grin before speaking once more. "... Some Norton Sning and some guy names Pazel Bavol. To both of you: Your parents must have hated you, you both have horrible names. Well, goodnight." With this, the scientist would walk away from the fire back to his lab, preparing the genes for their fabrication.

Pissed. After all this, he was still mad as hell. She didn't need to die. If he hadn't been sick, she wouldn't have died.

No god would ever be put through what Rennie had to go through.
Death was for the weak ones of the world.

Norton hadn't been been paying a whole lot of attention until his name was mentioned, which peaked his interest. So he was up next? The reality of the situation began to sink in a little. Whether he liked it or not, he was stuck on the island, and was going to be operated on, and there really is a chance of dying from the operation. But then again, based on the results thus far, the survival rate is 75%, since the other three have survived. He was gonna be able to time travel if he survived the experiment. The remembering of that brightened his mood. If it works, it wouldn't be too long before he could see Nightfire again. "So when are you-" he started to ask, looking at where the blue-haired guy had been standing, but stopped himself, as the guy was walking away already. Guess I'll just find out when the announcement goes over the speakers tomorrow.

Ice narrowed her eyes as Paz spoke.

"I don't need you to save me from anything, thank you. I'm quite fine as I am."

As Gale walked by, her eyes flicked towards the ground, hoping he wouldn't notice. He was right; it was an embarrassment for her to be so weak. Yet she couldn't help but feel... useless. Useless to stop the madness, the death, and more than anything, useless to keep it from happening again.

Her fists clenched in anger, nails digging into her palm.

"I don't need you to save me from anything, thank you. I'm quite fine as I am." Paz just grinning and pushes his sunglasses up when he didnt really need to. Just wanted to look cool. "What every you say babe." He knew that inside she would love for him to save her, like a knight in shinning armor.

Then the weird guy spoke up, "I must get back to preparing my next test... To anyone who is here... I believe the next two of you who will become something more than you are now are. . . Some Norton Sning and some guy names Pazel Bavol. To both of you: Your parents must have hated you, you both have horrible names. Well, goodnight."

Paz became furious when the weird navy haired dude made fun of his name. First it's the stupid history lesson crud and now his name. He, of course, didn't like his name much because it is different from everyone else's but it was still his name!!!

"Hey buddy, don't you dare insult my name like. . wait where he go?" Somehow during his inner temtrum the wierd dude had left. He huffed. Figures almost all the guys here are rude or something. I deserve more respect!!

Paz suddenly remembered all of the rest of the weird dude's talk. Wait a sec. . I'm NEXT for the expirement?!?!?!! HOLY CRAP!!!!

Right at that moment, Paz quickly turned around and 'power' walked toward his room. He had to get ready for this. Aka find a hiding spot. He was not going to be changed into a freak without a fight!!!

Luke stayed quiet during the whole thing, preferring to try to offer his sister some comfort. He listened to everything that was said, and his tense grip on his sister loosened slightly. So she wasn't to blame... okay, she was officially off of his mental 'people I need to hurt' list. That prissy boy could go either way; he wasn't quite on the list, but he wasn't quite off it either.

That weird other guy that showed up... Luke started getting a bad feeling about him. There was something about him that just unnerved him a little. He felt Mira tremble slightly at his presence, so he shifted slightly in front of her. Whoever this guy was, if Mira was scared of him, he'd find out why.

Well, well, well, so the priss was up next. Looked like he'd have to wait a bit longer. Well, better later than sooner. Sucks to be him, he thought to himself. He was barely able to prevent a smirk from sneaking up on him, keeping his neutral expression in place.

Mira began to calm down as things started to get back under control. When some guy she didn't recognize mentioned her, she looked up, brushing off a few stray tears. "Thank you," she mumbled in response, barely audible.

Her trembling resumed when Gale appeared. What was he doing here? She felt Luke shift his position, most likely noticing her anxiety around him. "He's the one," she whispered. "He's the one that did this to me. He gave me some needles and left me this case, and this started happening after that. Please don't attack him, though; I don't want you to get into trouble like he did," she warned, indicating Gregory... or was it Malcolm?

"He mentioned that he got into an 'altercation' with one of them, and he ended up put under supervision for a couple of days. Not to mention he looked kinda beat up. I don't want you ending up like that. Please, hold yourself back."

She let the breath she was unconciously holding go when Gale left and Luke hadn't attacked him. "Thanks," she whispered. She raised her voice as she turned to everyone else, a little nervous; she always had trouble speaking in front of crowds.

"She was a great friend," she started, choosing her words carefully. "In the time I knew her she was always trying to look on the bright side of things, and she was so full of energy. I can still remember what happened when we met. She was crying after hearing the bad news, so I went to see if there was anything I could do for her, and all of a sudden she was hugging me and apologizing for crying. She cheered up right in an instant. I've never really been good at speaking up or understanding others, but I know that she was my best friend here and I'll never forget her. Rennie, I'll miss you," she finished, barely able to keep her voice from breaking.