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<br>Warlock sat quietly in one of the soft chairs that decorated the Admin's office. She rested her head against the wall and watched as person after person entered and exited the doors opposite her. She still couldn't quite grasp at what had happened before arriving here. It had all happened so fast...the smallest of ripple to cause the biggest of waves. Thinking she could handle it on her own, Warlock only found herself sprawled on her ass, staring up in a smoke-hazed sky.

<i>'Eowyn Basford?'</i> Warlock cringed at the sound of her chosen name. <b>"Warlock,"</b> she corrected, slowly sitting up to see the Administrator staring at her through her glass window. Eowyn Basford was only a name she'd given herself she woke up in a strangers bed, in a strange house. At the time she thought it was best if she did not give her true name to the lovely couple who later on turned her into the government. The lady behind the desk raised her brow, giving her a rather skeptical look before correcting herself, <i>'sorry, Warlock. Please come up here, I need you to fill out this form.'</i> Warlock rose from the chair, her long legs felt stiff from sitting, so it felt good to move about. She approached the desk, and reached out to take a look at the piece of paper the Admin lady showed her. A pen was pushed over to her hand, but Warlock did not pick it up. <i>'I just need you to put your name, date of birth and...'</i> A sigh escaped War's lips as she skimmed over the symbols that covered the paper. None of it made any sense, it was like chicken scribble.

Thinking back to the government people she'd met, they all seemed to reassure her that everything would be fine. She didn't understand anything those guys gave her, the pieces of paper she threw in the bin later on. A waste really. <b>"Sorry Miss but I do not understand what any of that says."</b> Pushing the paper back, the Admin lady looked confused and was about to speak up when Warlock spoke, <b>"I don't know how to read...or write for that matter."</b> She scowled, annoyed at having to explain this to yet another person. Wasn't everything meant to have sought itself out?? The government people were not very helpful. <i>'Oh, well, I...if you give me a moment I'll help you out. I just got to quickly finish this up.'</i> Warlock was backing away from the desk before the lady had even finished speaking, returning to her to once more marvel at the pathetic mess she'd gotten herself into...somehow.


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Eight months.

Eight months, and still Cytus had not quite grasped the intricacies of human culture, much less the supernatural human culture that occurred around the island. Even worse, a flurry of holidays had all but thrown her mind into chaos. Parts of the island celebrated Thanksgiving...a ritual that involved eating a thing called turkey, along with giving thanks to a variety of things.

Although apparently it had something to do with a feast on Earth, in the Americas some 400 years ago or so. Why the celebration still happened, and for what reasons was still something of a mystery to the Aridian.

And then there was Christmas, a gift giving holiday, and one that she understood marginally better. At the very least, Cytus was sharing in the human issue of not having the slightest clue as to what to get people as gifts. Cytus didn't share much in common, but at least she shared in the islands smaller problems.

Another problem lay in one of her jobs: Cytus often worked the administration office as a way to pass the time. Technical coursework on the island was easy, and other pieces proved only marginally more difficult. The administration office however had proven to be something of a challenge, as she was required to interact all sorts of people and creatures, and vocally expressing ideas was still something that was supremely difficult.

Cytus however, did love the challenge, even if it wasn't apparent to anyone. Her supervisor had walked back, nodding out the door, indicating there was someone who required assistance. She also appeared rather frustrated for some strange reasion. The Aenari set her writing implements down, and walked out to the front desk to confront what could only be decribed to a human as a "demon."

Maybe this was why she had asked for Cytus' help. Despite being unable to express emotion at a visible level, her unwavering speech had something of a trustworthiness to it. It wasn't a power, but just a mannerism. Sometimes her voice was off-putting to more outgoing types who found the alien way too uptight...even if she didn't mean it.

Of course, she didn't know that. For all Cytus knew, it was just another supernatural or genetic mutation.

"I overheard that you do not read or write. Do you require assistance with your enrollment papers?"

Cytus had had the same issues. Although she picked up enough of the English language to speak from her on-board tech, it had taken longer to learn to read and write to a competent degree, and even now she still had issues doing anything particularly creative.

Forms at least were a cakewalk.

"If so, I would be happy to help you with them, or any other questions or concerns you might have."

And she was happy to help, even if Cytus didn't exactly sound or appear the part. Secretly, she was hoping that the girl in front of her was something of an introvert...the alien tended to have more luck in striking up conversations with them.
 
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<br>She'd rested her head back against the wall when a voice, clearly directed at her, made her look up again. What she saw surprised her, she had not adjusted to the strangeness of the people in this island. She'd seen only a small number, but all were...<i>different.</i> Not all in a good way either. Warlock tensed, straightening herself up, she looked at the other warily. Her red eyes looked the woman up and down, then behind as she tried to see where the other lady had gone. It seems she must have caused something of an inconvenience to the other. Too bad. Warlock flicked her gaze back to the grey...woman? Was she even human? She certainly did not look it, but then it was getting harder and harder to tell these days.

Warlock relaxed back into her chair; pulling a leg up underneath her and resting her boot on the edge. She looked away, staring back at the door like she had been for however long she'd already spent waiting. <b>"You have big ears."</b> She finally spoke with an exasperated sigh. <b>"Yes, I can't read or write."</b> She couldn't quite grasp at why these were considered such important skills, but no matter. <b>"


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