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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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"Yep. Guess I better start workin' out more." He flexed his arms. He had some muscle on him for his age. Being fifteen at this point, he didn't have a lot as it stood. He still had a long way to go.

She studied his movements before she tried to do it herself. Only thing was though that her arms weren't as strong as they should be for someone at eighteen. She lost a lot of muscle mass thanks to the asylum.

He stopped his movements and let his arms drop into his lap. "Guess I gotta eat a lotta eggs. Heard in prison that raw eggs help ya grow muscle. I dunno if I wanna feel somethin' snotty runnin' down my throat."

At that, Resa made a grossed out face and scooted away from him slowly. She only had one thing to say to that:

"Ew."

Varon tried to keep a straight face for as long as possible before he sputtered and laughed. "I'm not that keen on that. That's Raph's thing! Just met 'im today an' he's big on that protein stuff, muscle buildin' stuff. The bloke's huge!"

"W-What did I just say a-about laughing at me?! Y-You... you ninny!" Resa tried her best to pout before making another face. She knew that Raphael could pretty much crush her if he wanted. She was pretty lithe, even if she was to gain back the weight she lost.

"Do I look like a titty t' ya? I wasn't laughin' at ya, I told a bad joke an' I was laughin' at that, sheesh." He chuckled. Of course, he knew his jokes were bad. Even worse was how he delivered them.

All she could get out of that was "titty" and the slang just went over her head.

"... are you t-talking about my breasts now?"

"W-what?! They're nice. Why?" That was a loop he didn't expect and talk about embarrassed...his face turned a nice shade of red. "That's not what I meant!"

And all she could do was scream obscenities at him while throwing her pillows and everything else she could grab at him, too.

His hands are up in an instant to guard against all the stuff being thrown at him. The moment a shoe hit him in the face, he was knocked backward off her bed and fell on his back onto the floor. "O-oy!"

Landing with a thud, his feet are straight up in the air.

Two agents came running in at the sound of the commotion with Varon laughing at the sight of the baffled agents. "Oy! Glad you could make it!"

In a typical childlike situation, she continued to pelt him with more stuff. Although, when the agents came, she pointed at the pile of junk with Varon buried in it.

"He started it, the ass!" At least she was talking and being energetic from the mopey person she used to be.

Still laughing, he retorted, "Nah-uh! You said ninny!"

The two agents looked at each other in confusion. The last time they had a child aboard was Amelda and he was already insane. They weren't used to one laying in such a playful and childish manner as Varon was doing at this moment.

More stuff was thrown on Varon at that moment. "No, you started the whole damn thing!"

Slowly, the agents stepped back and Resa decided that enough was enough. She went to take off his shoe from the foot that was sticking up and began to tickle him relentlessly.

With is boot taken off and his foot relentlessly attacked, he couldn't fight it and started laughing so hard that he could barely breathe.

"Stop!" He said as he laughed. It was pretty evident that he was going to lose this battle but it was worth it even if it was silly.

"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."