Numbered and Factions

Chapter 2

I sit back in my chair, looking around as a couple people leave the cafeteria. Liv picks a couple feathers from her wing using her mouth.

"Are you sure you should be doing that?" I ask,

"It was about to fall off anyways, I don't want to leave feathers all over the place," the harpy responds, tucking the feathers in her scarf,

"Right,"

"When's Spark coming back?"

"It should be soon, it usually doesn't take guys too long to get over things if they don't fight over it,"

"Maybe he couldn't find Storm,"

"Doubt it, Storm is pretty predictable, Kit is even worse on that front"

"Ok,"

I look over at the door again, noticing Spark walking in,

"Speak of the devil, there he is,"

Liv turns around in the chair, almost falling out somehow. Spark stands at the chair across from me, leaning over the chair and putting his hands on the table.

"You were right," He admits, his ears showing his shame.

"And when am I not?" I snicker, poking him on the forehead.

"Did ya make up?" Liv sits up, putting her elbows on the table.

"Yeah, he thought I was mad at him so he didn't say anything first," Spark stands up, "Uh, Liv you want to go do something?"

Liv nods excitedly, "Yeah!"

"Uh, Pixy, you want to come with? I figure we could do a skirmish or something," Spark looks awfully embarrassed.

"Only if you promise to go easy on Liv," I assert, pushing the chair back and standing up. Liv follows my actions, except way faster.

"Yeah and if I were to put a scratch on her Anbu would have my head on a stick, of course I'm going to go easy on her." Spark scoffs.

Liv paces impatiently around the table, brushing wings against the chairs. I start stepping towards the door as the other two follow.

The halls are mildly populated, other Numbered stand around in loose groupings, talking, roughhousing, laughing, and giving our little group waves and hellos. It's an average day around these parts. It doesn't take long to reach the Sparring Hall.

The Sparring Hall is our training and control area. The only true rule is not to kill or permanently harm your opponent. It used to be a sports center, still showing through by an old scoreboard and faded paint along a track. It's spacious enough that even the Safehouse Dragon could move around comfortably.

Liv pushes past me to get in first, flapping her wings excitedly.

"I get to show you what Lavender taught me!!" Liv exclaims, rocking on her talons.

"She teaches you how to fly silently?" Spark asks in a joking tone, resting his hand on his hip,

"No! I'll just show you!" Liv takes off with a swing, holding herself stationary in the air,

"She taught you how to hover?" I ask, looking at her

"Yeah! And do this!" Liv starts shakily and unstably flying backwards

"Don't hurt yourself now Liv," Spark looks a bit concerned

"I won't!" She rights herself and gains altitude

I stretch my arm, looking at Spark for a second.

"So we're gonna start or is this just Liv's showcase?" I yawn,