Aya Brea

Who: Aya, any?
When: A week after game start.
What: Being tired.

( Thanks, I hate it )

Who: Baby Aya, Dilan, and Braig
When: Not long after Aya is officially moved into the house.
What: Horror is different for everyone really.

( And tales to tell in the dark )

Who: Aya, Ben
When: The weeks after the trial.
What: Attempting to deal.

( It was almost nice at times. )

Who: Aya
When: Before Traverse town 3
What: Adult conversation. Ish.

( Dear Danny )

Who: Aya, Mog, Pierce, Ben
When: Some time after the first date or two with Braig and Dilan.
What: Cooking, relaxing, and some ribbing.

( is still a bit hectic here. )

Who: Aya, the boys, an ex
When: A few months into dating the boys.
What: An ex plays dirty, the boys get to see just how oddly Aya reacts to magic.

( And sometimes girlfriends )

Who: Aya and the boys?
When: Once the boys are old enough to remember Rapture? 1960 or so.
What: So they probably shouldn't leave that down there huh?

( Would you kindly? )

Who: Garan, Aya, Any?
When: Two weeks before official 'graduation'.
What: It's Garan's fault, really.

( We should leave our marks now. )

Who: Aya and Eve
When: Some time after Eve turns eleven.
What: Just a normal day as Klamp's semi-daughters. Honest.

Aya counted to a hundred under her breath then did it again in Japanese and Latin just to be sure she wasn't jumping the gun here but, well, "look, I know you're new here in the gym, coach, but get your hands off my sister. She can do her own sensor pads." She didn't miss a beat on the treadmill, Klamp was a big believer in 'sound mind, sound body' and exceptional children should have even more exceptional bodies and such. What that really meant was they both had heavy exercise routines, and stopping now would just make all her daily exercises take longer. The new creepy guy was getting on her nerves something fierce though, and that was not alright.

And hey, better she say something now than let the coach try to get pads under her sister's shirt and have Eve bite the guy. Biting never ended well. "This is tech equipment Ms. Brea!" The coach sniffed, "I can't allow you two to decide how they're used!"

"That machine's been here longer than you have and it just monitors vitals. We've been applying our own pads for years now. Besides, you didn't offer to do mine did you? You just want to get your hands on my sister." Creeper.

Eve, good kid that she was, had stepped away while she distracted the coach and was applying her own sensor stickers. Good girl. "I'm not sure what you're intimating there Ms. Brea..."

"Intimating nothing. I'm stating that you should leave now and never interrupt our exercise time again because you like little girls."

"Why I ought..." The coach flushed red and darted a glance toward Eve, angry enough to lift a fist in the older girl's direction.

"Ought to what?" Aya asked mildly, keying the treadmill a notch higher on the incline.

"Teach you that it's bad manners to say such nasty things."

"Then don't do them." Idly she wondered what Klamp had been thinking hiring this guy when he was very obviously unsuited to working at a kid's school. Then again, this coach hadn't handled the actual classes, which meant he could have been brought in as a 'test'. Klamp also believed that a bit of adversity could hone thinking skills.

Sometimes she didn't like their guardian in the least.

"Now listen here, I was brought in to make sure you are physically capable young ladies and that means I can't have you undermining me. We're shifting your schedule, sparring after the treadmill, you'll show me what you know."

And by the sounds of him he was hoping to wipe the floor with her to teach her her place. Yeah, this was a test. "Of course sir." She nodded to her sister as she climbed on to the treadmill beside hers, grinning. "Yeah yeah, I should have let you bite him. Bet I can still get him out by dinner time." After all, defeated tests didn't stick around and she'd really like their old gym teacher back from vacation. "And besides, you got to beat the crap out of the last person thrown at us, it's my turn." Fair was fair.

All in all it was shaping up to be a rather normal Wednesday. Should she tell Klamp his tests were getting predictable?

Nah. He'd catch on eventually.

Like police work, warehouse work was full of long, boring car rides followed by stretches of intense adrenaline and terror. For example, the ride up here had taken hours. She didn't care for the sheer isolation, it was a bad place for a bad artifact to end up but at least she could trust her partners?

After a year now at the Warehouse, well, she damn well better be able to trust her partners. Granted it had been a year of ups and downs, it had taken her a while to settle in an accept her new job by now? She loved it, honestly. It was challenging, unique, and the people were amazing. It made trundling up toward a spot even Elcy had considered a missile strike for a bit less unnerving?

And hell Dilan thrived on forests as far as she could tell.

They didn't have any prep work for this, no real clue what could be up here except that people had been disappearing, even a full rescue team. Current theory was a serial killer in the area so the call to the FBI for help had redirected to them naturally. Calls did that when the Warehouse was curious, she couldn't really trace how but better some things came to them, right?

Still, something that could take out trained tactical units? That was bad.

"The Ghost Call Radio is still in deep storage," Aya noted, sitting sideways in her seat so she could talk to both men. "We're pretty sure the Carnivale Masks are still at the bottom of the ocean...so what can a little mountain resort get their hands on that disappears people?" she mused.

And what kind of disappearing was it? She was starting to get a feel for how to suss out artifacts, there was that at least? "Old, probably. Probably older than someone can associate a name with else it'd have flagged in our system sooner?" she hazarded.

So how did a place get their hands on a nameless antique? Or better how had said antique not triggered in other locations?

"...two piece?" Perhaps? Something that needed both to activate?

This was going to be fun.

"Why did Elcy call a missile strike? Does she have a limited number of those per year or something?" she chuckled, tucking her knees up to her chin in the seat as she watched the woods roll by. Yeah, she'd bet Elcy had missile tickets, it seemed like she would.