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Who: Varon and Resa/Esmerelda Vanuatu
What: Resa meets one of the Swordsmen for the very first time.
Where: Doma Stronghold
When: First year of Doma

No matter what the reason was, Resa would not come out of her room. The curtains were closed, the sheets wrapped around her as she stared lifelessly at the area of the bed.

Ever since she left Bridgeport, nothing changed. She was still the quiet, strange girl who would be suppressed with every drug known to man and was abused even beyond the point of recognition. Still, she would keep her mouth shut unless if she wanted to be subjected to even more tests and harm. The blanket hid the fact that she was paler than normal, as well as malnourished from the mistreatment she faced.

Soon, she flopped back and rolled over, still staring rather lifelessly at the walls that surrounded her. She wasn't told that she could go out, so she didn't. She wasn't told to get up and do this task, so she didn't. And so, she languished still as her mind worked against her to drive her further into psychosis.

Though, she didn't realize that her door was open just a crack. And that crack would be enough for anyone to hear a faint, quiet voice.

"Why..."

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"Not 'til you apologize!" She continued to tickle his foot, not giving up in the matter. She decided to move to his ankle to see just how sensitive he was there.

"For what?!" He really wasn't sure how this all got started and being the kid that he was, it was hard for him to understand the consequences of his actions in a proper manner. His blunt behavior really didn't seem to catch on in his brain that his words often had those consequences later on.

"Oh, you mean about your tits? I said they're fine!"

"VARON!" If anyone was surprised about her voice, she definitely had one somewhere locked up. It just never came out.

Until now.

"Why you idiot, I swear I'm going to--" She grabbed a feather and started to work on both of his feet now.

Varon was now wailing from the tickle torture when other agents gathered at the door in surprise. They most likely never heard this kind of commotion since Paradias and Doma had formed. Varon brought a smile to the other agents face and some snickered as they watched the youngest member and newest arrival receive his torture from the most quietest member of the group.

Varon was marked by the jumpsuit as an assassin in training but he sure didn't act the part. "Okay, okay, whatever it is, I'm sorry!" He said in between laughs and catching his breath.

The agents really never expected the quietest member of the group to change this much this soon. Just what did that kid have that no one else did? It was definitely something to be discussed.

"Good. Don't forget it next time!" She then went to help unearth the little troublemaker from all the stuff she threw at him.

Tossing some random things off to the side, he lifted his legs over and rolled back up to his feet. Finding his socks in this pile of debris was going to be a challenge.

With his boots in hand, he had one final thing to say. "I still say they're nice." He ducked behind the two closest agents in a hurry.

Resa was about to give him the benefit of the doubt, but when he made that comment, she growled and pushed through the agents.

"Say that to my face, you Aussie brat!"

He knew he was in trouble again and he laughed. The agents looked around in confusion as Varon dodged and weaved around them. The smaller Australian knew he would be hard to catch and slipped through the gathering suits. "Oy! At least I didn't call ya ol' lady!"

He was having way too much fun poking the hornet's nest. At 5'4 inches at his current age of fifteen, he knew that he would have a hell of a time again is she caught him.

From behind the furthest agent, he finally stepped out and his boots are now on his feet. "Nice boobs."

The agents winced and some actually backed out into the hall again. Prison fresh Varon had no concept of social decorum whatsoever. His smirk depicted his overconfidence. Despite being much shorter than Resa in height, he really didn't seem to care about that. Age didn't matter to him either.

Resa growled more as if Varon was poking the hornet's nest too close to comfort. She pushed through the men to find him before she slipped behind Varon and grabbed him by the collar.

When she did, she delivered a swift kick to his shin and folded her arms over her chest, turning around. "Jerk."

Varon was practically dragged back at that moment and the kick drove home that he said the wrong thing. He hopped around a little bit, rubbing the now sore shin. "It was a compliment, sheesh. At least I didn't say they were saggin' or anything."

"Are you just fond of digging a hole or something?" It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying the farce, but it definitely bordered on the uncomfortable territory that she was working on putting behind her fully.

"I'm good, Resa." He recovered and gave a small little salute. "Thought you could use the wake-up. Didn't think my shins would take the punishment, though. Nice shot!"

Nothing really seemed to faze him at this point. He really thought it was good for her to open up a little which was the purpose. He succeeded and he smiled. "Good t' see you're up an' at 'em."

That? That was enough to blindside her as she stared at him dumbly. Was this what it was like to have friends? She hoped it was, because this was the most alive she's been in a while.

And then? She laughed and actually sported a full smile for once, taking the younger boy into a hug.

"Thank you. You're... you're my best friend."

His large blue eyes blinked and stood rather stiffly at first. He wasn't used to people hugging him for any reason. Two years he spent in that prison without having this kind of contact really forced him into a position to smile at his work.

His arms slowly lifted to hug his new friend. "You're welcome? I was just doin' what I do best, I guess."

"She hasn't smiled like this in a while," said one of the agents who couldn't help but smile himself.

"He's right. I've been...well, nothing but a Mopey Mandy and no one likes that. So, I'm gonna try for us, all right?" Resa said, smiling at him.

He had to look up at both Resa and the agent. His short stature was hard to ignore, but this is a part of him that he learned to live with and knew how to handle well. "Well, as long as I helped, it's all apples."

The agents at first thought that Dartz had made a mistake bringing the newest member into the fold though that all changed when they saw results. "Do you think his master plan is to bring this unruly kid here to bring her out? I'm confused."

"'It's all apples'?" Resa had an inkling that she would soon need an Australian slang dictionary soon, if she'd spend this much time around Varon.

"Who knows? I'm just glad we don't have to be babysitters any more," he said with a shrug.

"Yeah, it means everything's gonna be fine. You'll see. Anyway, I gotta go. My legs feel like jelly from all that trainin'. I guess my room's the one with the name plate that's got my name on it. Can't miss it, really. Not that anyone would come in though. It's kinda empty right now." Now that he thought about it, he needed something to occupy the space. It was time to take up a hobby of some sort.

"Um, wait, before you go--" Resa ducked back into her room and rifled through the mess that it was now before giving Varon the picture she drew as well as a friendship bracelet.

"It's for helping me. I want to be your friend from now on, as well as your ally. I promise from now on, I'll get stronger."

He opened his palm to look at the bracelet. He put it on next to his rosary that he wore around his left wrist. The stone fragment he kept in his pocket for now, he needed to find a way to fashion it into something wearable and he wasn't into necklaces or chokers.

"Thanks!" He happily shows it off to the agents. "See!? If ya see it, leave it alone, got it?" He proudly announced.

The agents nodded their head. Varon turned to face Resa. "I should get you somethin'."

Seeing him place the bracelet next to his rosary meant a lot to her as she smiled more. She hadn't figured out a way to fashion her stone fragment yet, but she would soon find a way.

"Your friendship is enough. I don't need anything more."

"Too right!" With that, Varon was taken out of the room and toward his own dorm. "I'll see ya 'round!" He jumped and waved from over the agent's shoulders.

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