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Gaian Name:MagicalDreams
Name: Mr. Batzorig Rais (He prefers Mr. Rais)
Age: Unknown
Proffession: Administrator
Biography: He's known to be a top class leader. Other than that, his past is unknown.
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{ I think it would be an interesting beginning if everyone didnt know who they were going to be working with, and what case they'd be on the search for. So for everyone's first post, let's go with everyone arriving at the administrator's office for 2:30. XD (if no one else would like to, i'd be willing to play the administer's part for the time being. 3nodding ) }

Sitting at a very cluttered desk, inside the institute where the archaeologists would be staying and doing most of their research, Freida De Finola found herself wrapped up in a peculiar mystery. She had gone through twenty different history books and fifteen other historical resources, even a couple of fiction novels based off of history. Freida was searching for some answers to this puzzeling question that she still had yet to find the answer to.
'Gah! Whar is it?!' She thought to herself in English, with a bit of a hint of her German accent. 'It most be here!' She threw down another book. "Crazy! Imposible!" She stared fixedly at the millionth sentence that told her what she already knew. " 'No one knows to dis day if they were really killed by Richerd teh Third..' Rah! That tiz insane!" She grumbled and looked at the time. "Aye..So late in teh day..." Sighing she ran her hand through her hair and got up out of her seat.
"I better find the administrator. He had asked me to look into that mystery and tell him any results." Taking her quarter filled notebook of notes, she walked out of the great library and headed to the main office. ' 'No one knows what happened...' bah! I don't believe it..' She thought to herself. Freida took the long way around the campus, delaying her glum report on her findings.

Naolin Von Gavin looked at her wrist-watch. "Oh my, better get going. The administrator wanted to see me in his office at 2:30." She said to herself as she jogged by the sports center and soon to her dormitory. She took a quick shower and freshened herself up to look acceptable when she came to her appointment with the administrator.

"Anita Selenya Yisenn Jamil Delores the third." Annie smirked as the clerk checked her out of the hotel, faintly amused at the astonished look on the young man's face. Yes, her name was much too long to be conventional. That was why she prefered simply "Annie". But with the pathetic American system... Ah, I must remind myself, things are done differently here. I will get used to it. Eventually. Annie let out a faint laugh and called for a taxi.
Her flight had gotten in late last night, somehow Annie had done her calculations wrong and had 15 hours to spend in the city before the meeting was schedualed. She had checked into a hotel near the airport and crashed in her room, waking up in time to head to the hotel's shabby kitchen and get a quick meal, then yell at the cook for preparing the meal wrong. She had spent the last few hours in her room, making herself presentable, or, as presentable as she chose to be, wearing her favorite tattered and torn jeans and a lacy top that did not look fit for the academic world in the least. Her attire was... quite revealing. As a last minute thought, she grabbed a sweater and hurried outside.
Annie called for a cab and headed toward the campus, smiling faintly at the driver's attempt at a pick-up line.
"Non siete il mio tipo" Annie replied innocently, smiling her devilish smile as she paid the driver and hopped out of the cab.

Nicky stared out at the passing scenery as her uncle drove the 36.72 miles to the campus. She giggled slightly and repositioned herself in the unconfortable seat.
"Whatcha laughing 'bout, Nicolette?" Her uncle asked, not really curious as to the answer. He could guess as to what the joke was, and his head was not fit for numbers and formula's as his niece's was.
"Can you spead up about 3.5 mph? Then we'll get to the campus in time for the meeting and-"
"Hold up," Uncle John stopped his niece before she could go on. "I'm already driving 5 above the spead limit, any more and we might be pulled over and get a ticket. How's that for losing time?" He chuckled at the forlorn look on his niece's face as she turned back to stare at the passing scenery. "Don't you get motion sickness doing that?"
"No." Nicky said quietly, returning to her usual, shy self. Even around her uncle, she often retreated into her "shell" as she called it. Her pale blue eyes followed the progress of a few birds as they chased eachother along the side of the road, until she fell behind and out of her view.
She sighed faintly, frusterated at her uncle. She was ready long before they had to leave, but John... well, Nicky wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but he wasn't ready until 5 minutes after the latest possible time Nicky had calculated. Now they would be late, she would be late.
Nicky had even worn her best clothes, though old and outdated they might be. Her uncle had coaxed her into wearing a skirt. She had paired the old skirt smartly with a button up blouse and a few ribbons braided in into her hair. Nicky loved ribbons. They would come in handy someday, she just knew it.

Kayame sighed and moved sluggishly. He didn't bother hiding his sword. His flight had landed at 1:00 in the morning so he didn't get any sleep. He hid his daggers under the luminous flowing robes that he had so many pairs of. They all looked the same but he found that the robes were useful. Because of them he was always able to hide at least a few books in one of his many pockets. He wore a red jewel that looked almost like a ruby but was surrounded by a circle of steel. It was his one jewel that went back to the medieval ages and was surrounded by legends. It had taken a lifetime to acquire it and he treasured it above his own life. He loved history and even more he loved legends and fables and anything fictional. That was the real reason he was here. He came to a stop as he came to the administrator building. He stood there paralyzed and couldn't quite bring himself to open the door to the building. He was finally going to a dig that hadn't already been explored. He leaned against the wall and decided to wait for someone else to come.

Annie walked through the campus until she reached the place that must be where she was supposed to meet with the administrator and some others, like herself, that were to work on the site. She still wasn't quite sure why someone like herself was needed. Maybe to cook their meals, She smiled to herself at the thought. Annie didn't know that her puzzle solving skills would be useful in the least.
"That's a nice trinket you've got there." Annie smiled at a man leaning against the wall near the door to the office. He was dressed oddly, her fashionable nose turned up upon the robes, but somehow, she was drawn to him. Perhaps it was that jewel, it looked vaugely familiar from what she remembered of her own father's collection. "Are you here for the archaeologist meeting?"

Finally, they pulled into the parking lot. Uncle John put the old truck in park and cut the engine, then turned to smile a wobbly smile at his niece. He did not do well with sentimental situations, and it took him awhile to clear his throught enough for him to talk evenly. "I'm so proud of you, Nicky."
Nicky smiled back at her uncle. "Thanks." She whispered as she unbuckled herself and gave her uncle a quick hug. "See you later!" She called over her shoulder as she hopped out of the truck.
"You do good now, girl!" John called back as she started the truck loudly. "You've got the name of Sparks to hold up! You're parents would be proud..."
Nicky could no longer hear what her uncle was saying as she walked further away and his voice mingled with the noise of the old truck. She waved one last time, then hurried to find the office, smoothing out her skirt as she walked.

An old truck passed Ace as it left the parking lot and he crossed it. A few people were gathered outside the building he was heading for, but he didn't think much of it. There could be anything going on with people meeting in various places. He had walked past a group of eco-nuts singing about Mother Earth in the park, after all.

He took quite note of how they were dressed, and how old they all appeared. None seemed to be over 25, he mused. Don't tell me I'm the responsible adult. These kids better be able to hold their own. Ace grumbled mentally. His expression remained calm and generally relaxed, as it normally did. Sitting down beneath a nearby tree, he pulled his deck of cards from his pocket and began playing eratilos as he listened to the conversation around him.

Annie was about to rattle off her full name, an aquired habit of spending so much time in airports and security lately, but stopped herself as her smile changed slightly, her guard let down a bit. "Annie. I'm a chef, or, I was. Into puzzles. Dunno why they want me, though." She shrugged slightly, aware of his eyes travelling the length of her. Such odd eyes... Wonderfully different. I wonder if he wears contacts, that can't possibly be natural. Hmmm...

Nicolette walked briskly, not wanting to be late. She blushed slightly as a few stares turned her way, Nicky looked to be but a child. I could have been here last year, if that injury didn't keep me from school so long. She mused, walking just that much faster, hoping to be rid of the stares. It couldn't be that much longer until she reached the administrator's office.