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The group of cadets that went out of the fourth door and led by Raleigh himself seem to be simultaneously riding a ridiculous high, and trying to figure out the best way to make things explode. Fun. It was a strange combination and Raleigh was trying to figure out when exactly he'd "lost his chill". Was it after he'd married Chuck? Or after a certain toddler had entered his life. Whatever it was, he was having a hard time remembering as he could hear the initiates conversations over his shoulder. They ranged from comments about how tight his ass was, and musings on if Miss Mori used that commanding tone of hers in bed. Did teenagers just get hornier each generation?
Shaking the though off, he turned down a long hallway and turned to stare at the... Children. They stared right back.
"Alright," he started, the cheer in his voice 100% false, "there are your quarters! There will be two to each room and I advise you to pick someone you will work well with. Just kidding actually, your dorm mates have been chosen alwon'ty." Quite a few of the kids deflated at this and some of them began to look alarmed. He shrugged and started reading names off the list he was given, stopping at each door.
"Orma and Bones, Boot and Lucian, Finch-Fletchley and Turpin..." He went on for a while before, y'know, something went amiss. He should have seen it coming, really. "An-Saif and Quell." A dark haired boy with curious pale, almost clear really, eyes strides forward and Raleigh goes to move on when he realizes that something did not go right. The other boy had taken half a step forward, then stopped. His face turned red and his eyes seemed to be slightly unfocused but he took short gasping breaths, like he couldn't breathe. His hand shook as did most of his body, and Raleigh knew exactly what was going on. He made a move toward the blonde boy but was beaten there by the darker skinned girl. She seemed to have literally hurled herself at him, but she was gentle as she took his face in her hands.
"Miel? Peux-tu m'entendre? Yeah, I need you to take deep breaths, follow what I do okay? I need you to stay with me." She murmured and if Raleigh was surprised at her display of French, something he hasn't heard since he was a child, he didn't show it. The other initiates looked on in muted shock and some awe as she led him through various breathing exercises and Raleigh grit his teeth against the hot shame that ran through his body. Panic attacks should have been a familiar thing for him to deal with, and he did nothing to help. When the girl, Adelie Eze his list helpfully provided, had calmed Quell- Damien Quell- down he quietly made his way to the two.
" Je suppose que vous serez deux superposés ensemble, hein." Adelie looked up at him in surprise, he supposed she didn't expect to meet anyone else who spoke the language, then nodded as she helped Damien up. She muttered a quick merci, then headed to the room he directed her towards.
"I guess An-Saif and Aquilla will be in this room," he paused to watch the dark haired boy and the a paler girl cautiously shake hands before continuing, "and the two Ara-Nurs will be here with the Vetrius' across from them." A brother sister duo, the boy with a mane of golden curls and matching eye color and the girl with a sheet of of long, dark hair and equally dark eye, both with a walnut skin tone. The Vetrius brothers were exact opposites, both with lustrous brown hair, pale skin, and cruel blue eyes. The older twin, Zak, seemed less... Cold hearted and stood behind his younger twin Markus. He wore a dark smirk and swept a demanding gaze from Aquilla to the female Ara-Nur. Worry grew in the back of Raleigh's head but he shook it off and continued naming the pairs, finishing up with Sola Hart and Penny Clair.
"I'll be back in 45 minutes, in that time you will have come up with four commanding officers and a name for your group. Choose wisely, you won't be able to change it later." Nodding once, he hurried off to meet with the other Rangers, and it never crossed his mind that leaving 25 teenagers without supervision was a Bad Bad Idea. It must be old age.