What are we chosen for?

The seventh member of Class Zero, Seven is a young woman who is silent with a cold impression, but is truly kind and caring. -Tag as hurricane whip-

[hurricane-whip]

I'm so excited, we can be friends in the afterlife now!

omfg no

[songsofprayer-blog]

“Bored, all in all. There’s not much to do, and everyone’s disappeared recently. Even Jack’s busy on a mission.”

An eyebrow raised as she reflects upon her words, Deuce let out a sigh before shifting her weight back to her right, returning Seven the attention she deserved before she was sidetracked any further.

“What about you?”

[hurricane-whip]

"You'd think with the holidays going on, everyone would be around." A subtle shrug of the student's shoulder followed the statement, "Guess I'm wrong."

Elegant amethyst optics wandered to her side for a moment, attention slowly slipping away from the brunette before being seized once more by her question of her well-being.

"I've been fine. Busied myself with studying. You still playing the flute?"

[songsofprayer-blog]

“Just me, I suppose.”

[hurricane-whip]

Appendages sheathed in ebony gradually ascended to intertwine in front of her bosom, a corner of her rose brims tugging upward to present a small smile to the fellow classmate.

"How have you been, Deuce?"

[hurricane-whip]

"--Anyone around?"

[spiritoffrostandfun]

“You mean…like, your siblings?” Jack questioned.

[hurricane-whip]

"We aren't related. She's not our real mother either, we just call her that. We grew up together and she raised us." Her weight shifted as appendages sheathed in ebony intertwined over her bosom.

[spiritoffrostandfun]

Well, the Moon gave me my name.

Who gave you yours?

[hurricane-whip]

"--The moon?"

Confusion swept over the silverette for a moment before she regained focus, "My mother. She named all of the other members of my class."

[suzakuperistylium-blog]

[spiritoffrostandfun]

Jack raised a brow. “Seven? Really?”

[hurricane-whip]

"I didn't exactly have a say in my name."

"What about you, Frost?"

[spiritoffrostandfun]

Call me Jack, Jack Frost.

What about you?

[hurricane-whip]

"Nice to meet you, Jack." His name had struck her memory, reminding her of a fellow Class Zero member.

"Name's Seven."

[b3stof-cosplay]

[spiritoffrostandfun]

hurricane-whip has requested a snow day

Oh, hey there!

[hurricane-whip]

"Hey," Amethyst optics centered upon the stranger, "And you are--?"

[hopenue-archive-blog]

“Busy, huh? You could have at least come by every now and then to say hi!”

[hurricane-whip]

"I had no choice. I'm back now, so drop it."

[hopenue-archive-blog]

“Where have you been?”

[hurricane-whip]

"--Busy. Very. I'm sorry, Hope."

[hurricane-whip]

--

[hurricane-whip]

"--Interesting bunch of people."

[hurricane-whip]

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[hurricane-whip]

"Sure has been a while."