#admin account

"Just fill in stuff," said Erin over Kharagal's shoulder. "You'll probably want to use your own name, but everything else can be random. I made sure it wouldn't check any of these against pre-existing databases." She thought for a second. "Except the password. You'll want to make that easy to remember. That's sometimes used on older computers that don't use biometrics."

"Bio... what?" Kharagal turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"The parts of the machinery that react to... the parts of your body... aether really... that make you you and not other people." Erin laughed to herself. "I keep forgetting you guys have no idea how all that really works..."

Kharagal shrugged and went back to filling in boxes. When the last box was filled, the crazy Allagan computer code appeared again for a little bit before blipping back to the main interface.

"Welcome System Administrator Kharagal." The panel chirped. "Your settings and information have been confirmed. A biological scan will be required to access all files. Please provide one now." A section of the panel lit up. Kharagal placed her hand on it, and felt a prickling sensation, but nothing else. "Your biological data has been recorded. System Account Creation Program completed." The panel blipped off.

"So that should be everything?" Kharagal started gathering up all the scattered tomestones littered around the pannel.

Erin nodded. "You probably can't get into anything of Amon's, paranoid bastard that he was, but everyone else stuff?" She shook her head. "Oh yeah. System Admins have to be able to get into everything. Let's just hope their file structure is actually labeled nicely. For once."

They battled their way back to Analysis and Proving where the last network they needed was. Kharagal put her hand on the panel. As usual it lit up. "Account ID #1502286 Recognized: Welcome System Administrator Kharagal." The panel chirped as it turned on. The UI was different too, with a lot more data displays then normal.

Kharagal raised her eyebrows. That was new. And worrisome. "Please tell me there's a way to turn that off," she groaned as she explored the root directory. Cid, the Ironworks and the Scions did not need to know she could get to anything in an Allagan computer network.

Erin laughed. "It should be a setting on your ID. Look for stealth mode. We can set that later."

"You'd better be right about that," Kharagal muttered, not unkindly. So far everything had worked like Erin said it would work. And if it continued to? Hello Allagan arcane geometries! Here I come!

Author's Notes: }-:3

“What is it you basketcase?”her voice shrill and unappealing. Holding your sketchbook to your chest you smirk at her.

“Light travels faster than sound, thats why some people seem bright until they speak” her red painted lips parted in shock as you turn around and head into the building.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with psycho!” the girl shrieks making you laugh at her actions.

Walking down the hall to the information desk. Opening the door you see a woman sitting at her desk typing on a computer. She pushes her glasses back up her nose before smiling up at you. Waving slightly you set your bag down on the floor.

“Hello, I’m here for my tour with uhm.. Betty Cooper?” you ask more than say looking at the scribbled name on the coffee stained paper.

“Yes Ms. Cooper will be here in about ten minutes.. You can have a seat right outside the office” her eyes returning to her computer screen. Nails clacking against the keys quickly making your ears twinge from the sound. You hated the sound of keyboard keys clacking. Thankfully your Macbook keys were quieter than that old piece of junk.

   Opening the door you exit the office and take a seat down on the old brown bench. It creaked when you sat down making you fear it would break from it probably being ancient like the rest of this town. Picking your bag back up you sit down on the floor crossing your legs. Putting your headphones in you start playing music. Turning the cover of your sketchbook open you flip through your works.

   As you flipped through the pages you saw one drawing that could be fixed. Pulling the pencil that was tucking behind your ear. It was kept snug there by your maroon beanie. Pressing the graphite into the paper you drag the pencil down moving it back and forth softly. The bell rung making the halls fill with people. A girl with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail waves over at you.

“Hi! I’m so sorry I got here later than I expected.. I’m Betty and I’ll be guiding you around campus today” getting up off the ground your hand is taken in hers as she takes you down the hallway through the crowd. The whispers of people as they looked at you made you feel uneasy.

“You don’t have to pretend to be nice to me yah know..” taking your hand out of hers you stick hold your sketchbook close to you. Her blue eyes softening as she looked at you. Was it pity? If it was you absolutely hated it.

“I’m not pretending.. I know you would need a friend with all the awful people here talking about y-”

“Yeah they’re talking about me because people think I killed my parents… I came here because my God mom lives here and I’m a whisper of this town so far so please don’t look at me like that” tears formed in your eyes cause the thought of your parents panged your heart with grief. You still weren’t over their death.

“Hey Betty who’s this? Wait why is she about to cry? What did you do?” A raven haired girl with perfectly arched brows asks. Her eyes looked at you with concern as you felt more attention was being brought to you.

“I didn’t mean to make her cry V, she’s the new girl I told you about at Pop’s the other day with Juggie and Arch”

    Taking the opportunity of the flood of people surrounding the three of you. Veering off into the crowd you separate yourself from the Betty and the girl she called V. Looking at the time you pull out your schedule and see it’s time to eat. Thank god you were starving. Asking a teacher who was in the hall they instruct you on how to get to the cafeteria.

    Once you got your food you headed outside avoiding eye contact with people. The familiar red head bumps into you making you stumble and almost drop your tray. Her little minions beside her snickered at you. The girls heels click against the pavement as she gets face to face with you. Her perfume sweet and a tad strong almost inducing a migraine.

“I can’t believe you’re allowed to be here murderer.. My brother was murdered and now we have another murderer in Riverdale..” her tone was laced with venom as her eyes bore into your skin.

“I’d tell you to go to hell but I work there and I don’t want to see your ugly mug there believe me” you scoffed turning on your heels and walking down the steps. Laughter filled the air as the redhead let out a frustrated screech of annoyance.

   The leaves crunched underneath your feet as you walked over to a tree. Taking a seat down you set the tray making sure nothing fell. Turning your headphones on you sync them to your phone. Scrolling through your playlist you click on the playlist you want to listen to. As you ate you jammed along to your favorite songs. Drawing as you ate to keep yourself busy.

    Smoke filled your nose making it crinkle a bit. Closing your sketchbook you look up to see a guy leaning against the tree taking a drag from the cigarette. His hair seeming black rather than brown. A beanie on his head that almost looked like a crown. You froze when he looked down at you making you turn back to your sketchbook.

    A shadowy figure is in your peripheral vision making you look over slowly. The same guy you were staring at is now sitting on the ground next to you. An ‘S’ is on his shirt with a jean Levi jacket over the shirt. His eyes alluring as you looked at him. You take out an earbud and clicked the pause button on your headphones.

“Uhm.. hi” you wave slightly with an awkward smile. Situations like this you’re awful and awkward.

“I’m Jughead Jones.. I heard about you coming to town” he sticks out his hand to shake yours as you look at it.

“I’m weird” you grab his hand then your eyes get wide realizing you didn’t say your name but said you’re weird. WAY TO GO.

“Well Weird, I think we’ll get along just fine.. Want to know why?” his smile making your heart beat a bit faster.

“Why would we get along just fine Jughead?” you ask looking at him with a quirked brow. A small smile tugging at your lips.

“The reason is…” he does a come hither gesture with his finger making you lean forward. His face lowers towards yours. The side of his face is next to yours, so close you could hear shallow breathing.

“Because I’m weird too” Jughead’s voice making a chill run down your spine. The smile you were suppressing was in full effect now.

“So I saw you take on the Fire Queen over there” he points behind him a chuckle leaving his lips.

“She won’t be able to handle me” you laugh rolling your eyes remembering how angry she looked. She was literally Satan but you’ve had your fair share of running into multiple devils.

“No ones has stood up to Cheryl since Veronica came to town, you’re a breathe of fresh air because she thought she was going to continue being Queen around here..”

“Cheryl huh.. I think my God mom warned me about her this morning” laughing at the irony how she warned you but knowing you could handle yourself just fine. Ever since your parents were murdered your God mom thought you would have a nervous breakdown or something.

“Don’t let her get to you,she either talks about her twin being murdered or her twitter handle” A cough makes you look up to see a red haired jock looking down at the two of you. Jocks were stereotypical and like most of them you hated them.

“Arch what’s up dude, I’m just chatting with my new friend weird” Jughead winks over at you making your cheeks tint slightly. Looking away you gaze down at your vans, noticing you need to wash your laces.

“I was trying to help B and V find her, she’s not hard to notice” his remark making you look up at him. A retort was about to leave your lips till the redhead smiles at you. The smile so white it could make a girl swoon. You, not so much.

“It’s refreshing seeing style like this here in Riverdale, kind of reminds me of you Jug.. I’m Archie Andrews by the way” he sticks out his hand as you shake it giving him a small smile. A guitar case in his other hand making you question why a jock had a guitar case.

    Before you could say anything the bell cuts the conversation. Sighing you grab your stuff and shove it into your bag. Slinging it over your shoulder you take your tray and set it on top of the trash bin. A pile of trays were already up there piling up. Jughead looked over at you before saying something to Archie. The distance between you and them made it inaudible for you to hear anything they were saying.

“C’mon I’ll give you a tour of a lifetime” Jughead bends his arm waiting for you to slip your arm inside. Giggling you slip your arm through his and the two of you walk towards the campus.

“How bout after this I take you to the drive in to show you the greatness that’s still left in Riverdale..”

“I would love that Jughead, thank you” you smile up at him making his cheeks tint slightly. Looking away from him you bite your lower lip. A stupid smile fighting its way onto your lips.

“I’ll play you one of my faves, I hope you like classic movies” looking back up at Jug you grin, how could you not like classics… They’re classics for a reason.

“I love classics, whoever doesn’t know what they’re missing out on” the two of you walked together earning looks from people as you passed by.

“Where have you been all my life” his laughter sounding so good to your ears. A fluttering happens in your chest making you question everything. Why were you feeling this way around him..

   As the day went along you two wandered the outskirts of campus as he pointed to cool hangout spots. You learned where the best spots were for shade. He gave you a brief history of the town. The two of you got off topic every so often asking each other questions. Everything felt so great and after everything that’s happened in the last few months it felt too perfect.

Too perfect.

“Look it’s Wednesday Addams and the murderer” an asian jock comes walking up to the two of you. Jughead lets go of your arm stepping in front of you.

“You don’t know anything about her” he defends glaring up at the tall football player. People started staring making your anxiety rise.

“Obviously you don’t know her at all.. She’s a cold blooded killer and escaped to Riverdale to get away isn’t that right?” His towering figure leans down grinning at you.

“Reggie, Zombies eat brains.. So you’re safe” Jughead pushes Reggie away making him stumble back.

“Touch him and you’ll regret it” holding your pencil in your hand gripping it tightly. You were now standing in front of Jughead, chest heaving up and down. A fight or flight instinct flooded your system and you were ready to protect Jug.

“Alright Lizzie Borden I won’t forget this.. Watch your back freak” Reggie spits making it land by your feet. Rolling your eyes flipping him off as he walks away with the group of people. You knew this school was going to be difficult.

“Don’t do that again.. You don’t know them like I do” Jug turns to you so now the two of you are face to face. You rolled your eyes because you can handle defending yourself and him. You’ve done it in the past, why do you have to stop now?

“I didn’t want him to hurt you Jughead.. not because of me either, not again” silence surrounded the two of you as reality sank in. Danger follows you everywhere you go and you didn’t want him to get hurt next.