As much as he hated to really admit it, Jake was settling in aboard the ship. There was a strange sense of normalcy that followed him around - he was at war, he was trying to avoid getting people killed, he was thinking about strategies, thinking about the future - and that all seemed perfectly normal to him. He had slipped back into the patterns
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It was such a night that saw her wander near silently into the art gallery, the fact that another occupied the gallery did not escape her attention as she wandered closer, not wishing to disturb them as they stopped before that peculiar inky statue. One that had quite interesting properties. Her sharp gaze being able to easily note just what it showed as the human stood before it. The faces and forms of a number of those in the scenes it showed drew recognition from her mind, Rachel, Marco and Cassie. The one before the statue she surmised was likely another of their group.
Even as she watched on, from the scenes, his posture and actions that he and likely his group as well had been through a good deal. Nevertheless as he turned, Celena stepped forward, dipping her head lightly, "Greetings,"
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Dragons weren't any stranger than Andalites, after all.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in."
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"It's fine, I'm sorry if I startled you," She replied with a dip of her head before going on, after all, if he was a part of the group Marco belonged to, he quite likely knew her by name if not form, "I don't believe we've met, I am Celena,"
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Well, this was new. Oh, yeah. Manners.
"I'm Jake."
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"A pleasure to meet you, Jake,"
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