Role-Call of the Subjects

Alicia smiled at Kota, enjoying the sense of humor he had while not laughing because the joke was horrible. She looked at him for a bit, pushing her tiger stripe out of her eyes when she answered. "My Mother came from Puerto Rico and my Father French. My Father coming from a long line of cops and my Mother coming from a long line of Assassins." Thinking about her past lives if she were to enter the animus in the next 30 minutes she might the Ancestor of Kota right then. Interesting enough, if they retained the memories that they viewed from inside the Animus she might be able to compare and contrast the two different yet related men right then and there. Holding up her Cross she smiled and spoke about her most prized possession. "It was my Mother's Cross, she got it from her mother and from her mothers mother.. and it came from the Ancestor I'm reliving in the Animus, Roze Deserre. She bought it somewhere in Venice, and has used it as a sign of maturity for all of her 'daughters'. The Templar couldn't take it from me.. I'd die first."

"My ancestor didn't save anything For my family." said Kota watching the templar. "Looks like we can have anything in private." He watched the Templar walk away. "Dont trust the fact he talked to 13, he is so broken we don't know what he will or will not do." Kota took out his deck of cards then put it back remembering his wirst was broken. "My ancestor, Richter seemed to be like me from what the stories past down from my family seem to be. Then again that was 17th century I could be wrong." Kota sighed. "10 minutes felt." said Kota. "Then who know we might meet each other, and maybe they were also friends."

There was only five minutes remaining. Their recess would be over shortly. L simply gazed out at them. According to his last memory, he had been traveling to Russia, the Russian Bureau. His Ancestors name was l'aigle, the Archduke of Marseille, and nephew of King Louis XIV. It was interesting. L had only felt connected to his Ancestor personally, it was the only other person currently non-existent and that he could see life through, even in the darkest of times, the blackness of his mindset, the strings of the Templar controlling him daily. l'aigle would perhaps give the young man confidence of his own. Subject 13 hadn't forgotten that the Templar were recording his visions, his memories... This realization was what would perhaps keep L a hopeless man, even if l'aigle were to prove something to him. At the moment, he didn't dare think of revolution, it was a suicidal thought, and something he gave up on months ago.

Alicia looked upwards at the blue sky as a large tone chimed, signaling the end of Recess. A smile on her face she stretched a bit ready for her session in the Animus. At this point it was all that consumed her mind as she lined up with the other assassins, waiting to be called inside. "Roze Deserre... here I come, Spain." Pushing her tiger stripe out of her eyes one more time she gripped her cross as she waited for 13 to come and bring them inside. Looking back for Kota she wondered if they'd let her visit his cell and play Cards some time, of if she was just thinking of this as too much like Boarding School.

"Russia here I come." said Kota standing up. He walked over to the line and stood next to Alica. They stood quiet for a while. "Hope I see you in the past." Kota sighed. They all waited for 13 to come and that them to the machine. He looked around at the others. Some seemed nervous some just didn't care anymore.

It was certainly about time to take the Students back down into the Laboratory where all the Animus's were held, and lined up in rows next to one another, separated by only a few feet. It would be uncomfortable for many, and could disturb the synchronization proccess, so, the modern-day Templar would normally separate the Animus-usage in sessions of 20 Assassins, randomly coordinated every six hours. Sometimes however, the modern-day Templar got lengthy with their Subject's sessions... This overdue ending normally cost Subject 13 to experience some serious bleeding effects.

L had stood up from his chair, and coldly, without expression, he walked calmly in front of the rest of the Subjects who were now all prepared to return back inside, into their prison. L turned to face them all. They were in somewhat of an orderly fashion. "Session B-4 in the Laboratory will begin shortly. All of you need to line up in an orderly fashion, separated by 6 different rows." L had ordered them all. He waited for them to align themselves.

Afterward, they all followed him back into the Laboratory. For roughly 1/5th of the Subjects; their Session B-4 would begin. However, since Subject 13 was a special case he would normally be forced into attending all the Sessions for extended periods of time.

When they all marched downstairs into the Lab, a few Professors began escorting them. No longer was L the recognized figurehead amongst Subjects, the adult Professors had been. Their memories were recorded by these 'professionals'. A 5th of the Subjects entered the Lab, the others were brought to the cafeteria.

Session B-4 began once all the Assassins were escorted into the Animus 3.5. Now, they would delve into their memories, for the Templar's answers. Constantly watching... Constantly listening.

(OOC: Alright, this thread is complete. I am locking it up.)