August 6,1916: the British prepare for an assault on the German trenches. For aristocracy born John Fish, it's just another day in hell. That is until he's knocked unconscious and wakes up in remnant. At least he knows his lucky charm had something...
We wake up and pack our sleeping bags. We make our way to our lockers. On the way, we pass a girl with red hair and a Chinese boy. I don't know what they're talking about, but it sounds like it has something to do with the team rumors going around.
Girl: I know, we'll have some sort of signal, like a distress signal, a secret signal so we can find each other in the forest! Can you imitate a sloth? Boy: Nora? Nora: Yes, Ren?
He hides some sort of pistol in his sleeves... somehow.
Ren: I don't think sloths make a lot of noise.
He's not wrong. Actually he is wrong. Sloths make no sound at all. But the girl, Nora, doesn't catch on to this. Or maybe she does. She looks like she's contemplating this, and it's sending mixed messages.
Nora:... that's why it's perfect!
Not catching on it is.
Nora: No one will suspect we're working together! Ren: Come on, Nora. Nora: But not together-together.
Alex shakes his head and chuckles. He's checking the ammunition for his gun.
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Alex: Wonder what we're gonna see out there? Arthur: Grimm, most likely.
Arthur is loading his gun on a bench.
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Richard: I'm just wondering how their going to form the teams.
He's strapping his gun over his shoulders.
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