Sacha sighed to herself, as she rested her face in the palm of her hands. So far, she was not off to a good start here, no one liked her, the one person who could tolerate her turned out to think she could do nothing because of her gender, and the other person she was nice to kind of ignored her.

“I guess I must have done something wrong to deserve this…” She muttered to herself, and sighed, tightening her headband. Her food in front of her sat untouched, and she instead try to preoccupy herself by tracing the patterns of the wooden table. “Sacha Roskana, what are you going to do with yourself?” She asked herself and then stopped for a second before slamming her head onto the table, causing the few assassins who were sitting around her to jump.

“You’re even talking to yourself you batty woman!” She cried, and pulled on her hair slightly, her face resembling that of a dejected, confused and abandoned puppy. “Karma must really be a bitch…”

Vlad walked into the dining hall, his head pounding slightly in his ears from the amount of ale he had drunk not event two or so hours ago. Figuring that food is the best way to fend off a hangover, and gathered as much bread and cheese as he could carry and a pitcher of orange juice and found the closest thing to a empty table as possible. As he stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth, his eyes glanced over to the red head girl who was banging her head on the table.

/Something must seriously be wrong with the Assassins here…/ Vlad thought to himself and stuffed some bread in his mouth. /talking to herself to…and even yelling at herself for talking to herself…/ he chuckled to himself at the thought and gave her a curious sideways look. She was a somewhat attractive woman, to young looking for his taste though. She was maybe a 6 or 7, tolerable enough to look at in his mind.

He wondered if he should engage her conversation, but shook his head and took a bite out of his cheese, opening his book up to the page he was on when he was at the Bar.

Anan Yafiah had finally left her dorm after much dismay, needing to get fresh air after messing with so many plants to create poisons or simple tea combinations. However, that didn't stop her from grabbing her paperwork as she still was a novice in the eyes of all the other assassins. She was caught by surprise when she heard loud yelling in the hallway, seeing a rather odd looking female who slammed her head on the table.

I wonder what's wrong...

As soon those words echoed through her mind, she walked over to the table as she took the seat across from the woman.

"Um... are you okay?"

Sacha looked up through her fingers, cocking her head to the side as she looked at the two people who had joined her. “Yeah,” She responded to the girl’s question and then sighed quickly retracting her statement and saying, “I mean no…I guess…kind of…maybe…” She then slammed her head against the table again, this time, hard enough that she was sure that a bruise was going to appear on her forehead. Once she was done, she fixed her hair, and readjusted her headband throwing on the friendliest smile she could muster.

“I’m Sacha, I’m kind of new here,” Her lips twisted together in a little as she eyed all the paperwork that was in the girls arms, and Sacha sighed, suddenly remembering that she was far behind on all of that as well. Her eyes the drifted towards the man who had taken up residency at the end of her table, who looked over her with a slightly judging eye. Everything in her mind made her want to shout something about the way he looked at her, but her desperation for companionship and someone to talk to made her remain silent.

Anan just smiled as she placed the paperwork on the table, placing a small dagger as a paper weight as well before holding her hand out to her.

"Pleased to meet you, Sacha. I'm Anan. And..."

She looks at the man who was staring at Sacha while eating.

"Um... eheh... I don't know who he is."

She then looked at Sacha as Anan pulled out one of her papers, skimming through.

"So... um... why did you bang your head just now?"

Sacha looked up at the man Anan glanced at and shrugged her shoulders, and gave a goofy kind of smile. “I don’t know who he is either…but he seems a little…unsociable to say the least…”

She sat up straighter in her chair and rubbed the bump on her forehead. “I tend to hit things when I’m stressed, mostly my head for some reason, I don’t know, it’s a stupid and probably harmful way of taking out frustration…” She looked down at her papers, and sighed to herself. “I’m having a hard time finding my ‘group’ here, it’s like being back in a small village all over again…”

Letting out a cough she asked, “So, uh what group are you in, I’m Eagles Feather…” and then looked at her paperwork. “And what’s with all the papers? Do we get research papers in the Brotherhood?”

Vlad look up from his book, slowly closing it and placing it on the table in an exasperated manner. “Please do not talk about me, as if I am not right here," He folded his arms across his chest, not knowing himself why he was going to involve himself in this conversation, “My name is Vladimir, Vlad to most, I am in the group of Wolf’s Bane…” He stumbled slightly over the English words but, he gave no hint that he did.

“And maybe if you were not hitting your head against tables, and causing such a weird and awkward scene” He said to Sacha, “you would be able to attract these friends which you so desire…” He couldn’t help but wonder if everyone in the Brotherhood was this odd. The two men he had meet early were among the same level as her, and he looked at his book with regretful eyes.

“I didn’t think that by coming here I would never be able to read again…” He said to himself in a longing tone.

Anan giggled at Vladamir as she turned Sacha as she continued her introduction.

"Well, I'm part of the White Rose group."

She then looked back at her papers in her hand.

"And these are just some research I've been doing since I haven't been going to any missions. My own fault for being a shut in for a couple of months."

A small wind picked up, making Anan quickly pounce on her own papers, fearing that they would fly away. Thankfully, the wind wasn't too strong to make them fly away.

“Ah, so you are one of them smart assassins,” Sacha smiled as she pointed her finger at the girl in a circlular motion.

She looked at Vlad and scratched the back of her head, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Ah sorry about that, talking about people as if they aren’t around is actually kind of a habit of mine…”

She looked at the group and bit her lip, a little unsure on what to say next…

Vlad’s eyebrow rose as he looked at the red haired girl. He could detect small little snippets of a Russian accent from time to time when she spoke, as it mingled with her Irish one. Looking back down at his book, and the cover he debated whether or not he should stay and try his best to converse with them, or if he should just go.

/Well, if I leave I might run into the two from the bar again…I think I’ll take my chances hear instead../ Vladimir thought to himself. “I assume you are both her as Assassin what are your specilties if I might inquire?”

Anan fingered through her stack of papers before pulling one out, filled with numerous formulas and lists of herbs and plants. There were a few drawings also on them, mostly of plants.

"I've been mostly trying to find a way to create different kinds of poisons, whether they be for short term or terminal uses."

Leaving the paper on the table, she then put on a thoughtful look.

"I guess I am also a bit good at ranged weapons, mostly with a bow and arrow."

Sacha’s eyes lit up as she adjusted her position. “Me to…I mean…about the whole bow and arrow thing. Long range kills and trap making are more my thing, along with hand to hand combat…”

She tapped her chin, thinking thoughtfully about the things Alphonse had said to her earlier, “ But I think I’m going to work harder on that…” She began to mumble off to herself as she stroked her chin and cracked her knuckles.

“And I’m not that smart, so I don’t do and studies and research for the brotherhood…” Sacha added as she tried to make sense out of anything that the papers on Anan’s sheet said.

Anan let out a small giggle as she fingered through her stack of papers, making sure she had everything.

"Well, it was mostly self-taught and some accidental moments while making the poisons. Luckily, the ones that were accidental were just small symptoms like sore throat and chaffing."

She then pulled out one paper, reading it over before placing it back in the stack as she gently placed it on the table and laid her head on top.

"It's just that I really would like to go on a mission. But nearly everyone else are in their own little groups. And my group doesn't seem to associate with each other that much."

Vlad looked at the group and nodded. “I mastered daggers and swords, and that is basically it.” The man said keeping his answer short and simple, and to the point. He began to grow tired of this conversation and eventually stood up, glancing in one direction than the other. “Well then…if you want to go on a mission just ask the people about it, personally I have not had a fine kill in a while, but that is just me.”

The man stood walked out from his chair, leaving his book on his table as he looked at the girls, “I will take my leave now.” He said, and then quickly snatched his book, and walked away.

Watching Vladamir leave and giving her farewell to him, she notice that the sun had gone by faster than she had anticipated, causing her to slightly panic.

"Ah! The experiment!"

She quickly scooped up her papers, snatching some into her palm as she bowed to Sacha.

"I must be off! I forgot that one of my outside experiments is still... well... outside."

She then headed off, hoping to get there before someone touched her experiment.