Number one.

The first thing he wanted to get acquainted with the place is Koi Tech. His map told him that the place should be somewhere else in the city, He wanted to take the train so his trip can be quicker and can’t be wasted.  He wondered if the technology here is really advanced.  Dipper noticed how those can travel quickly in an hour.

“That isn’t so bad,” He paid the man his money and started to walk off from the train as it sped off again. Making sure he’s in the right direction, Dipper re-checked his map again and saw the tell-tale building from a distance away. Koi Tech may have something he had in mind for a while now. He probably wanted to know how the tech worked around here. 

Dipper continued to walk on the sidewalk and put his map away into the bag to avoid getting more distracted. He carried on heading to his destination. Pausing somewhere in front of the building, Dipper sworn he might have heard a voice.  To his surprise, he saw a girl who looked older than him talking to some weird object. He started to give her a weird look. 

 Through all her research, nothing explained how she got here and what their intuition was. They wanted to bring people together, but why? They must have had some kind of motive. After looking into Koi’s history Carolina found herself even more irritated to learn this city was built based on an artists paintings. The Pairing Project was inspired by these paintings, as a result they brought people together with the intentions of them becoming ‘fated’. A loosely used word in this place. It was too perfect here, it was unsettling.

 Technology was something Carolina wanted to know more about. Compared to the technology she grew up with, that she trained with this city was underwhelming. There were no high tech weaponry, no space crafts, no teleportation grenades, they had nothing. Upon reading up on Koi’s major company for electronics, Koi Tech. After reading up on their willingness to donate their products to the pairing project, Carolina figured she would check out the company herself the next day.

 Fiery red strands of hair slipped out of the hairband that held it back the next morning. Putting on the only casual clothes she had, Carolina set out to Koi Tech with little expectation to obtain any information. Without having an AI anymore Carolina had a tendency to talk to herself. Of course in a public place such as this, it wasn’t a good habit to have. “Dammit! I don’t get it. This city doesn’t have technology anywhere near the level of Project Freelancer.” She growled under her breath. Frustrated on her way to the building, Carolina’s brows knitted together in deep thought. The muttering regarding her prior affiliation with project freelancer. A horrible, horrible project she was a part of, that never managed to complete their objective. Yet this city, something about it made it seem far more advanced. Like anything could happen here. Her fists clenched. “What the hell am I missing!? How the hell did some poor excuse for a modern city manage to--” Carolina was half expecting a voice to respond, it wasn’t rare or Epsilon to respond with a snarky remark like that. 

Sadly.. Lien’s mind remained to be stuck in the wrong place.. as always.

“Holy shit! Damn.. You could probably kick my ass, if we’re being honest here–” Lien began, not wanting to bring up his demon form at all. “–that’s sorta.. hot..”

  Kicking this pansy’s ass was an understatement from what she could tell. After having undergone years of training alongside project freelancer, Carolina was an incredibly skilled fighter. After the continuation of said statement, Carolina’s bright green eyes narrowed and her nose crinkled in irritation. Don’t do it Carolina, he’s testing you. She didn’t really think that. This guy looked like an even bigger moron than the reds and blues -- Well, maybe not that stupid, but he was cutting it close. This guy seemed completely serious, it only fuelled the irritation she harboured towards just about everything before she even arrived at the gym. After arguing with herself, Carolina decided to remain silent. If she didn’t react, he would eventually get bored. If he got bored, he’d beat it. At least thats what she thought. 

 Carolina tightened the machine’s grasp on the punching back and turned away from the other to resume her quick jabs. Even after several jabs, he still just stood in awe. She wasn’t going to just sit there and allow this man to do as he pleased. Unable to hold back her anger, Carolina punched the bag again causing it to swing around the contraption several times before it came to a halt. The freelancer slowly turned her head around to look at the male once again. Screw ignoring him. “I thought I told you to beat it, so what the hell are you still doing standing there?” She hissed, promising herself if he tried anything, she would break his fingers.

Until a woman greeted her. She glanced towards the other, wondering if she ever saw the other before, before replied when Isla noticed that she’s a newcomer in this city.

Myers-Briggs: ESFP | ISFP | ESTP | ISTP | ESTJ | ISTJ | ESFJ | ISFJ | ENFJ | INFJ | ENFP | INFP | ENTP | INTP | ENTJ | INTJ | 

Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Celtic Zodiac: Birch (The Achiever) | Rowan (The Thinker) | Ash (The Enchanter) | Alder (The Trailblazer) | Willow (The Observer) | Hawthrone (The Illusionist) | Oak (The Stabilizer) | Holly (The Ruler) | Hazel (The Knower) | Vine (The Equalizer) | Ivy (The Survivor) | Reed (The Inquisitor) | Elder (The Seeker) |

Soul Type (one test): Hunter | Caregiver | Creator | Thinker | Helper | Educator | Performer | Leader | Spiritualist |

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin |

Alignment: Lawful Good | Neutral Good | Chaotic Good | Lawful Neutral | True Neutral | Chaotic Neutral | Lawful Evil | Neutral Evil | Chaotic Evil |

Dark Triad: Psychopathy | Machiavellianism | Narcissism |

The Animal in You: Lion | Tiger | Dolphin | Bear | Wild Cat | Fox | Weasel | Badger | Dog | Otter | Wolf | Sea Lion | Wild Dog | Walrus | Gorilla | Deer | Rhinoceros | Hippo | Sable | Horse | Sheep | Mountain Goat | Warthog | Zebra | Baboon | Elephant | Bison | Giraffe | Cottontail | Mole | Bat | Porcupine | Beaver | Prairie Dog | Shrew | Mouse | Eagle | Rooster | Owl | Swan | Peacock | Vulture | Penguin | Crocodile | Snake |

Life Path Number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22 |

Rosenberg Self Esteem Scale: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |

Lien walked in the gym wearing shorts and, oddly enough, a hoodie. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find someone of interest to him. He pondered across a few different people before deciding just who he should zoom in on to terrorize.

Walking over near where Carolina was, he stretched his arms out.. acting overly dramatic as he did so.

“Ahh.. It’s so hot..” He mumbled before he finally pulled his shirt up and over his head. He threw it on the ground near him, only for him to turn and focus on the girl once more.

  It was even more bothersome when a red haired man approached her while she threw a few punches at the punching bag in front of her. After the first comment of his, she maintained eye contact on her target, only this time hitting the bag hard enough it made a clapping noise upon impact and spun around the pole. As obvious as her message ‘Back the hell off’ was, he took off his hoodie and tossed it to the side in an unnecessary effort to look like he was some sort of top notch training.

  Carolina had yet to so little as look at the other, but could already read him like a see-through box. He was the type of person who came to a gym to socialize, more specifically looking to catch a date with some poor soul. Carolina, who was already in a bad mood as a whole was not going to put up with this. Despite being (somewhat) used to this type of person, she wasn’t thrilled in the slightest. She hit the punching bag once more with that same impact.

  Despite her clear body language, he only pressed further with probably what was the worst pickup line she had heard. Sure, York and Tucker’s lines were god-awful but that was just one step further. How to deal with this one. Another hit to the punching bag and it went flying across the room. The fiery haired woman turned to the other and glared at him. Green eyes narrowed and she took a step forward. “Look. Unlike people like you, acting like you’re the king of the goddamn playground, I’m here with a purpose.” She growled. The woman glanced at the punching bag she sent flying across the room, only to look back at the man and motion at the bag. “If you don’t want that punching bag to be your head next time, you better lay off.”

Asexual Awareness Week Fandom Challenge || Day 3: A character you see as grey-asexual or demisexual.

     But he didn’t have a choice. He ran a hand over his helmet. Waking up in some alley was one thing, finding out that it was likely a whole other planet or time was another. And he had the luck of ducking inside some shady store. They helped him but only in the way the witch helped Hansel and Gretel or the farmer their cows. Running a hand over the will, York picked off the stray pieces of paint and chipped rock. From 1 to 10, I give this place a 9-1-1. If that’s still a thing. He chuckled, a low, barely audible sound. “Hey, D, d’ya know i-” Then he was quiet. “God, this is gonna take some getting used to.” An attempt at a joke. He didn’t laugh but shook his head.

     His room was near the end of the hall, the 2 hung precariously on the door right next to the indent which would have held a 1. York shook his head again and hoped the inside would look even just a bit better than what he imagined. Opening the door, he reached around the wall to search for a switch hidden in the darkness. Flick. The light revealed a short hallway leading to the bathroom, living room, kitchen, and bedroom. He raised a brow in appreciation, trudged down the hallway, struggled to get out of his gear, and fell onto the sofa. “Well, Nightshade has good taste in furniture at least.” He said aloud. He had started to get into the habit of talking aloud, but usually someone else answered him after. York breathed in, not caring for the slightly stale air or the questionable state of the rest of his apartment, and he breathed out. His eyes closed. But sleep didn’t come. Yelling did.

     Screaming.

     “Woah, okay!” Bolting up from the couch, York jogged over to his bedroom. When a quick peek found no one inside, he checked the bathroom, and then the kitchen. No one. The yelling continued. And continued. York stood at the end of his hallway, hand on the knob of his door. Did he care? Should he? Everyone here was most likely affiliated with the not-so legal business that had hooked him up, at least most of them probably were. He shook his head again, knowing the answer. Opening his door, slipping his key into his pocket, he moved over and quickly knocked on the other person’s door.

   Head pounding, Carolina opened the door. Thoughts entangled together, still wavering between reality and the dream. It haunted her, still fresh in her mind. Still in a daze, it took Carolina quite some time to realize who was standing in the dimly lit hallway before her. For someone who’s reflexes were usually top notch, it took quite some time to realize. Brows furrowed, her expression was twisted, honeyed in various emotions. The fiery haired woman stood in front of the man who’s scar even now looked painful.

  That voice. Before having opened the door, he spoke. A soothing, gentle voice. It had been a long time since she heard that voice. Not since then. Her twisted expression stained her face while thoughts raced through her head. Impossible. It was impossible, Carolina knew he was dead. Not even this place could bring the dead back. People had tried, they tried and they failed. People always tried to bring people back and it never worked. The director tried. Her fingers curled into a fist. Her eyes unintentionally averted. No one would be able to tell, but the tips of her fingers were trembling ever-so slightly. It didn’t make sense. You can’t just play with life and death, it didn’t work that way. Nothing did.

 Her green eyes softened. Was this really that surprising? After such a dream, she could easily be hallucinating. Of course of all people, it was him. Some god-awful side effect from whatever the hell was wrong with her. Despite her assumption, Carolina recalled telling the world to do it’s worst. She decided, she was stuck here whether she liked it or not. She exhaled. Whatever the world was going to throw at her, she’d take it like a bullet and carry on. The red haired woman loosened her tense stance and looked straight at the man. In a sturdy and unwavering voice she spoke. "York.”