The best of the worst [Jason]

[Genevieve Duval]

Genevieve sighed dejectedly. She still couldn't control her bees as she liked. The little insects flew above her, teasing her, but not really obeying as she'd hoped they would. What made her lose control like this? It was... as if- Her eyes widened.

"<You are angry!>" She said in French with a pout. "<At me?>" The bees buzzed and flew around her and above. She stomped her foot childishly. "<You have no right! I am doing what is best for my friend.>" She placed a hand on her chest as she said so. "<It was the right thing to do.>" The bees buzzed and she crossed her arms, blushing deeply. "<I do not!>" She said stubbornly, looking away. "<And that is my problem. Not yours.>" The bees flew by and she sighed, stretching out her arms. "<Please. I just need to practice or I will not do well on my tests.>" The bees flew around her and then, finally, settled on her arms, covering her skin. "<Good girls.>" Must've been quite the odd sight for anyone who didn't know her, to see a French girl with big curly hair and dressed in such big clothes, yelling in French at a bunch of bees. But since Genevieve arrived to Hammel the year before, this had become a daily sight. Not that many dared get closer though, not with so many bees about.

She took a deep breath and tried again. "<Now, from the top.>" She waved her arms slowly to one side and the bees flied away, slowly following the movement, and she smiled gently at them. "<Good job. Now here.>" And she moved her arms to the other side and then they moved again. She giggled in delight, "<Now twirl!>" And she moved... a tad too fast too, because when she did, her bees moved suddenly and crashed, or rather, flew around a random person nearby. Uh oh.

"<No no no!>" She called her bees, waving her arms at them until they once again landed on her arms. She approached the person with curious eyes, blushing at her lack of control. "Please, forgive me!" She said in her thick accent, walking closer. It'd been just a couple of seconds but some people found bees really scary. "You are alright, yes?" She hoped he was...

[Jason Prowler]

Springtime had finally arrived, the weather was warm and the courtyard was looking more welcoming than ever. Radiant rays beamed down from the sun as students and teachers alike were basking in the outdoor scenery. Jason Prowler was one them, nestled beneath a sycamore tree leaning his back ever so gently against it. The tree was beginning to bud, soon to be vibrant green leaves enjoying the Summer. The atmosphere was serene and Jason reached into his backpack removing a small black leather bound notebook and pen to write with. He began to jot down his thoughts and other ideas, a small hobby of his, though he’s never had anyone read his work.

A bumble bee buzzed swiftly passed his right ear causing him to pick his head up out from his work. He caught the bee flying towards a rather young girl who had an entire swarm over her head. Jason was captivated by the flight of the bumblebees as they maneuvered in the sky almost in unison. The curly haired girl below the bees was screaming at the insects angrily in French, Jason giggled slightly at the spectacle, how strange. He continued to watch as the French girl suddenly began to fully control the bumble bees as if she was a Queen bee herself. Jason was impressed with her unique ability, it was lovely to watch, until things took a turn for the worst.

His eyes widened as the entire swarm of bees flew right into him like a wave crashing against the shoreline. Jason’s heart raced as he jumped up from his comfortable position in surprise throwing his notebook in the air and covering his face from potential stings. He stood there for a second nervously listening to the buzzing of the insects, after a moment Jason realized that he wasn't being attacked and he slowly placed his arms down. He knew now what if was like to be an epicenter of a hive basking in the beez’s mesmerizing movements, and just as quickly as they crashed into him they flew back to the young French girl now resting on her arm.

Jason looked upon her with his blue eyes as she spoke to him in an adorable French accent. He looked at his arms to see if there were any stings and smiled looking back at her “Fine, I’m fine miss, thank you.” he said as he dusted himself off. “Hows the face looking? Any casualties?” he asked jokingly showing her a left profile of his face and then a right.

[Genevieve Duval]

It seemed the boy was alright and she let out the breath she was holding back. "Good." She said in relief, closing her eyes for a moment. She would never forgive herself if she hurt anyone with her powers. She knew her bees weren't as bad as to start stinging random people, but she never knew how much control she had over them. She'd woken up to a dead bee now and then, with their stinger plucked into her, so she knew it happen and it could hurt. But this boy seemed to be having a nice attitude about it and she smiled back at him shyly. Not everyone was as nice as to talk to her after such things happened.

She giggled as he showed her his face and grinned. "No. Looks very good." She said without thinking and then flushed red. That'd sounded- sounded like- "I- I mean- is nice, yes? Uh... no stingers." Yeah, nice save. She let out a breath and scratched her cheek nervously, one of her bees taking advantage of this and flying to her forehead. Vivian always preferred to be on her face. She sent him a sheepish look. "I mean, they do not sting, yes? Not if I say so. I think." She hoped more likely. Even she, like many other students, wasn't fully in control of her powers. And all she'd wanted to do was make her bees dance...

"I am Genevieve." She introduced herself with a smile, looking up at him curiously. He had bright blue eyes. So pretty. And so different from her own dark ones. She turned away, looking down at his notebook and vent down to pick it up. "Is yours, yes?" She asked, stretching her arm out to give him his notebook back. "Is homework?" Of course she asked that, she figured anyone with a notebook was doing homework.

[Jason Prowler]

He gently rubbed his left cheek looking upward, “Oh so my face looks very good?” Jason said in jest and at the same time relieved that his face wasn’t marked up from bee stings. He looked back at her noticing her slight embarrassment of the situation, he wanted to lighten the mood. “Your bee soldiers didn’t sting me at all, but if you really wanted to talk to me so bad you could have just walked over and said hello.” Jason said with a friendly grin. As he said this a lone bee decided to make itself at home on the girl’s forehead. “I think your bees have taken quite a liking to you.” Jason knew well what it was like to be in an awkward situation, he’s broken more things by accident than he could even count and it was obvious that she wasn’t fully able to control her powers.

Genevieve introduce herself with a smile and politely handed Jason his notebook. “Is mine yes.” he said mimicking her speech. Ever so gently he received the notebook from her, being cautious of the swarm of bees which were buzzing on her arm. “Merci.” He noticed her arms were covered in bites from what he thought must have been from the immense amount of insects around her. “I'm Jason, Jason Prowler. “ he introduced himself with slight bow of the head and smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mam'selle.” Jason using the only French he really knew, when else was he going to use it? “ ...and I wasn’t doing homework, just, you know, writing for the fun of it.” he was unspecific in his explanation but he didn’t tell anyone that he was a poet, his little secret really. “What were you trying to accomplish over there?” he nodded his head forward to the section of the courtyard where she was yelling at her bees.

[Genevieve Duval]

Genevieve giggled in response as he teased her about the slip up. Sure, her English was still not that good and she suffered from it, but it surely made some funny moments like this. "Well, my friends like it, yes?" She joked back, raising her arms slightly as she nodded at the bees. After all, it'd been them who decided to fly his way. She flushed as he teased her further. "That is not-" She started, since it hadn't actually been what had happened, but then she realised he was teasing her again and she smiled sheepishly. "Then I start over, yes?" She asked, extending a hand to him, even if the rest of her arm was still covered with bees. "Hello." Her bees were taken with her? Oh, he had no idea. She still giggled as she thought about it. "I think so." She agreed, looking up even though she couldn't quite see the little bee there. "But this is spoiled." She added pointing at it, "Is Vivian, yes? That is her name. She follows even when I do not call. Is strange girl." Very much like the owner but Genevieve would never admit she was a bit off.

He took the notebook back and she grinned at his use of French. It was just a word, but it always made her smile when people tried, considering she was always trying English herself. Jason introduced himself and she nodded, her eyes narrowing as she tried her best to remember. "Jason." She said in a low voice, staring at his face. Blue eyes Jason. "Jason." Teasing Jason. "Okay! I remember." She decided. That would be enough to keep herself from forgetting, right? He explained it wasn't homework, just writing for fun. "Like- uh, journal, yes?" She asked, since she'd seen a lot of people in Hammel keep those. She'd never written anything, but she enjoyed reading and journals seemed like an interesting way to get to meet people. "I read?" She asked, pointing at herself. Had that been too forward? Were journals private? She really didn't know...

He asked about her powers and she blinked in surprise, turning to the spot she'd been on. Oh! That. Genevieve giggled a little, smiling sheepishly. "I make dance." She said, raising her arms again. "Well, try make dance. They do not listen." Then she pouted down at her bees and added, "Bees are being stubborn!" She's said it as if scolding them, huffing playfully at them and then turning back to smile at Jason. Jason! Yes! She remembered the name!

"You have power, yes?" Well, they were at Hammel, of course he did. "What is your power?" She wondered with wide curious eyes. It was probably something much better than hers, right? But... She sent him a curious look. He wasn't running away, despite her scary performance, having multiple bees swirling his way. Maybe he wasn't scared of her? "Can you show?" She hoped he could. Even Osiris had refused when they met. The memory made her stomach tightened. Better not think of him right then.

[Jason Prowler]

“Hello” Jason replied and ever so gently extended his hand in return, focusing extra careful on this task, not to shake her hand but more of an acceptance of her gesture. He smoothly moved her palm down and slipped his fingers under hers, with a slight bow as he were an aristocratic gentleman. A handshake was just a little risky. “Vivan the spoiled baby bee, huh? A pleasure to meet you too Vivan!” Jason exclaimed. He looked at Genevieve with curiosity, “So you can speak to the bees too?”

Genevieve smiled at his attempt at French which was, of course, his intention the entire time. “Sort of like a journal in a way” he shrugged. “It’s more like a creative writing sort of thing.” Jason quickly went to his camo backpack that was leaning against the sycamore tree to place his leather notebook in and turned back around to face Genevieve. “I hope you understand, I’m a little self conscious about people reading it.”

“Maybe you should try being real nice to them.” Jason remembered the spectacle of Genevieve screaming angrily at the bees in French. “Nice, yet stern. Don’t get angry, take a breath, who knows? they might listen to you. ” he said with a smile.


Did he have powers? Obviously he had to, it was Hammel of course! “Powers? Sure I have a power, sometimes it’s a curse really.” He looked down at his right hand clenching it and opening it back up again, his face became serious for a moment. “Most of the time.” he said as he sighed. Jason zoned out for a second, in brooding silence, staring down at his hand, thoughts rushing through his mind. He snapped out of it with a head shake. “I’m sorry about that, how rude of me!” Jason looked around the courtyard, to see if he could demonstrate rubbing his chin in thought. There was nothing around teachers, students, trees? What was he going to do take out a tree? “I got it!” he snapped his fingers. “I can’t show you here, I’m sorry.” But maybe the training grounds?”

[Genevieve Duval]

Ha. Genevieve tilted her head to a side. What a curious greeting. She still beamed when he greeted Vivian. Not everyone acknowledged her little friend, so she was glad he did. She blinked at his question. Could she speak to bees? "Well, yes. You too can, no?" She said in confusion. Couldn't everyone just talk to anything? Oh, wait! He meant- "I do not know if they understand me." She smiled down at her arm, the buzzing bees still there. Sure, she'd talked to them and would make up anything they answered back, but she just wasn't sure, she never was. They seemed to respond though so maybe it was an intuitive thing. Eh, who knew? It just worked.

Oh! Her eyes widened. Creative writing. "I love read!" She said excitedly, eyeing the notebook curiously. She liked fantasy books at least. Was that what it was? Oh, but he refused... She couldn't hide the disappointment from her expression and she pouted at him. "But I will not judge." She insisted in a low voice, still pouting. But he didn't want to, right? Maybe it wasn't polite to insist. 


Try being nice? She looked down at her arms, smiling sheepishly. "I try being nice..." She muttered, though maybe he had a point. He'd seen her little outburst before. Maybe yelling wasn't the solution. Or even explaining. Maybe it was just being nice, like she always was. She'd been neglecting her friends after all... "I will try..." She whispered with a small smile, nodding at him. Take a breath. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. But then all her problems appeared in front of her eyes. Osiris smiling, Rue's face, Osiris' grandmother... And her face turned into a frown. Just like that, all her bees went away, all except Vivian, who remained loyal on her forehead. "I-uh... I do not know how to make the nice." She muttered as she stared longingly as her friends flew away.

Well, now he would show her his power. Genevieve nodded and smiled. "Yes, we go." She said, suddenly excited to see. Training grounds meant something grand, right? She stretched out her hand for him to take, now her arm bee free, but immediately pulled it behind herself. Ah, she was not supposed to do that anymore. Holding hands was for couples, Osiris had explained. She couldn't do that with just anyone. 

"We go?" 

[Jason Prowler]

Speak to bees? Him? “No miss I can’t say that I can, I’m pretty sure that’s not something most people can do.” he said with a chuckle. A language barrier indeed, he’ll have to be more specific in his speech. “I have a feeling they understand you.” He pointed at the swarm around her arm. “Otherwise what are they doing here?”

Genevieve focused on being nicer to her insects, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath and all her bees flew away, except of course Vivian. Jason watched the bumble bees as the quickly flew away taking their buzzing with them. “Well, at least its a little quieter.” he joked. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”

She was extremely excited for the training grounds and for Jason to show her his power. Genevieve stretched out her hand for him to take and quickly pulled it away. Jason noticed this and stuck out his arm for a proper escort, something he was familiar with from being surrounded by military personnel his entire life. “And what kind of gentleman would I be if I did not properly escort a lady?” Jason said with a welcoming smile.

[Genevieve Duval]

The French girl stared at him in confusion. "Then how do you talk now?" It sounded like a sassy response, but she'd actually been asking honestly. She had no idea what he'd meant by talking to bees. Anyone could talk to anything. Unless they were mute of course. Wait, he wasn't mute, was he? Maybe he was and his meta power was talking! Wait, that made no sense. She blinked down at her bees. Did they understand? "I do not know how it works." She admitted, "I know when I am sad, they leave. When I am happy, they follow." And when she was angry, oh boy, she so didn't want to find out.

Her bees flew away and she sighed dejectedly, sending him a small, sad smile when he saw the positive. Well, his words had actually made her feel a little better. Sort of like watching Osiris smile... The reminder made her lose her smile and sigh sadly. No, she shouldn't be thinking of that boy when there was someone with her. Her bad attitude would end up scaring away the few friends she could make.

"Thank you." She still said, forcing a sad smile again. "It makes me feel good, yes? What you said." Odd way of phrasing it, but she hoped he understood what she meant. Even if he's just said it for the sake of making her feel better, it still was encouraging enough for her to keep trying. At least she hoped so.

She'd felt embarrassed about the whole hand thing too, and she stared at him curiously, a slight blush on her cheeks. He was going to hate her now, wasn't he? But he then offered his arm and she blinked in surprise. No other boy had ever done that before. She giggled, blushing slightly, and moved to take his arm in hers. This was much better than holding hands.

"We go." She announced, moving already. She looked down at the ground shyly, still smiling gently. It was nice to be able to walk in such a lovely day, particularly when such a day brought her a new friend. Wait, she needed to talk, right?

"Um..." She started, unsure of what she was supposed to say. "What do you- ah... do?" She wondered and then winced as she noticed it wasn't explaining anything. "Ah, I mean- eh..." Questions Genevieve! Be sociable! "You have been in Hammel long, yes?" There! A good question. Hopefully he would be better at the talking thing than she was. Heck, if she could speak French then this wouldn't be a problem, but English made everything so much more difficult.

[Jason Prowler]

Genevieve giggled and blushed while moving her arm into Jasons, and he was amused by her reaction, no one must have ever offered to escort the young girl before. It was a shame that others weren’t as chivalrous but Jason couldn't help but be so. His brother taught him how to be a gentlemen and Jason would never take his teachings lightley. The French girl was excited and already began moving towards the training grounds tugging Jason along as if he was the one being escorted.

She adorably struggled to get a sentence out and Jason waited patiently as she tried to ask him her question. Has he been at Hammel long? “This is my second year actually.” Jason responded. “You know after other people found out about my abilities, right after…” He paused. “Right after my brother went MIA.” He looked at Genevieve remembering the language barrier. “Uh, Missing in Action, he went to fight overseas and uh….no one knows where he is.” Jason looked down and grabbed his brothers dog tags with his free hand. Its been over a year since Major Briggs gave him his brothers tags with the news and Jason never stopped wearing them. He took a breath and tried to stay positive. “I think he’s out there somewhere you know, and I”m going to find him one day.” He looked back at the girl wanting to change the subject. “And you? You've been at Hammel long?”

[Genevieve Duval]

His second year. So he hadn't been around long, just like her. Genevieve was staring up as him as they walked, letting him speak. Wait, MIA? Her confused expression must've given her away because he explained right away. Missing in action. She still didn't understand well, but then it hit her, once he continued explaining. No one knew where his brother was. "Oh." She said in a whisper, looking down at the grass, unsure of what she was supposed to say now. She couldn't imagine her life without Julien, her own brother. She'd even followed him to the States, just to be close to someone. "I- I am sorry." She added, finally looking up at him. "He is a soldier?" She wondered. She had no idea what it could be like, living in a country with so many wars and actually knowing people who were soldiers. Must be awful to be constantly afraid of having a loved one at war. It seemed so unfair to her, for young people, men and women with actual families who loved them, would be sacrificed at the whim of politicians. She was a pacifist first and above all, but she wasn't about to say anything about it. She didn't know if she'd end up upsetting Jason further and she didn't want to risk it, considering how nice he'd been with her so far. So for once, she kept quiet, looking down at her feet. Her hold on his arm tightened though, until she was almost hugging his arm against her chest, just to offer some reassuring.

"You will!" She replied suddenly at his words. "You will find him! I am sure! There is- they do not know, yes? So you can find! You will." Yes, that was right! MIA didn't mean dead. It meant nobody knew where he was. That could mean many things. For all they knew his brother could be safe and sound, having the adventure of his life! So, there was always hope. She smiled brightly at him, with determination, "I help, yes? You will tell me! I can- I will have bees looking!" She wasn't sure if she could do that, but she was sure she was going to try. "I will! You see. We will find." There was no way she was going to abandon a friend in need after all.

He returned the question and she blinked in surprise. Oh. "One year and two months." She said, holding her free hand up to show one finger. "English is still bad, yes?" She added sheepishly. "I cannot- um. get hangs." How was that phrase again? "Hangs of it, yes?" A bit better, she figured. Hopefully he would still understand.

[Jason Prowler]

Genevieve offered her condolences to Jason. “The greatest soldier.” he replied “The marines only used him for special ops mission. His names Adam, Captain Adam Prowler.” Jason zoned out for a moment remembering his brother, it was a difficult topic for him to speak about. It was a constant reminder that he had no family left to rely on. He was on his own.

The girl’s optimism made him cheerful snapping him out of his momentary melancholy. “I sure hope so!.” he declared. “Who knows, maybe Vivian can find him!” he laughed joining in her excitement. “We’ll have to dress her up in camouflage though.” he joked.

Jason smiled. “Sounds like you're getting the hang of things just fine. I’m sure I would sound silly trying to speak french. Maybe you can teach me sometime, oui?” The two continued their walk towards the training grounds leaving the courtyard behind them. “Oh, you’ve been here almost as long as I have. I'm surprised we’ve never met before! Are you liking Hammel so far?”

[Genevieve Duval]

Only special ops? Her eyes widened as she remembered a book she once read. "As secret service?" She asked excitedly, "Like a super hero, yes?" Of course! Jason's brother was a hero. "A spy?" Captain Adam Prowler, with a license to kill. YES! That sounded so awesome and exciting, Genevieve was already making up her own conclusion as to where he could be. "He is someplace then!" She came up the conclusion suddenly. Someone THAT amazing couldn't just disappear, right? He HAD to be, if he was as impressive as Jason said he was.

Genevieve didn't get his joke, but smiled all the same as it seemed she'd managed to get him out of his sad state. "I do not think Vivian will like that." She said with a sheepish smile, feeling the bee walk to her forehead.

The French girl smiled gently, looking down at her feet shyly. He was such a nice person, a good friend even though they just met. "I can teach, yes." She said, smiling up at him, "Anytime." Oh, maybe not anytime but... She sent him a shy look. Well, it wasn't like Osiris had told her she needed to be free every second of her life, right? She didn't- didn't belong to him! She could- um... She sighed sadly. Who was she kidding? If Osiris called she would go running no matter when and where. She'd made a promise after all.

"Oh?" He'd asked her a question and she blinked up as she was drawn out from her thoughts. "Uh- yes. Yes! I like!" She smiled up at him. "Is better than Kocher." She smiled sadly again as the memories. "The people-uh... are not nice, yes? There. Girls um... they did not like me. But here people talk. They- ah, do not scare, yes? From bees. It is nice..." She smiled up at him, "Like you." She turned to the road again and sighed. "Thank you." She of course felt the need to be thankful, since she knew how scary it could be being near her.

[Jason Prowler]

“Sort of”, Jason responded with some laughter. “Kind of like a secret super hero agent!” he said with amusement. Jason looked up to the clear blue sky. “I believe he is someplace...and I like to think he’s doing okay.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to relax. “Wherever he is though, I know he can take care of himself, I mean he’s my big brother after all.” he said with a glimmer of hope in his eye.

Genevieve smiled stating that her friendly bee Vivian wouldn’t like to be dressed up in camouflage. “You’re right, black and yellow is more her style. Just like that one song! “Black and Yellow, Black and Yellow! ” he sang quoting the song while bobbing his head until of course. he realized that the reference would be lost on the poor French girl. He stopped abruptly, “Um it’s a song…I’ll have to play it for you when we get a chance, but trust me, totally relevant.” he laughed.

“That’s great! I would love to learn.” he said with excitement. “And maybe I could help you with some English words you may not understand. it'll be a team effort!” Jason exclaimed. Genevieve face looked rather sheepish followed by an unhappy sigh. “Is everything okay?” She must be having second thoughts, maybe he was too forward. “If you don’t have time it’s really okay, I totally understand.” Jason said reassuringly.

Kocher, that’s the school Kam attended before going to Hammel. It seems there were plenty of students who had problems at that school, Jason counted himself fortunate that he was at the best school from the start. “Well I’m glad you transferred over, there’s a lot of friendly faces here, and you just met another.” he smiled. He looked at Vivan for moment. “I believe bees are misunderstood by a lot of people, we need bees more than they need us. If they were to disappear we wouldn’t last long without them. They help pollinate all our major crops you know.” Jason read way too much growing up, too much time on his hands on military bases. Hopefully his words weren’t falling on deaf ears as a result of the language barrier. He shrugged “As for me, bees don’t bother me in the least bit, plus I’m a big fan of honey.” he smiled.

[Genevieve Duval]

So he WAS a super hero. Genevieve seemed to actually believe Jason, already excited about it. "He was meta, yes?" She already was picturing him in some sort of super hero outfit, all camouflage of course, he was in the army! Duh! And flying or doing something around, saving his country from evil doers! It sounded so cool. And no wonder Jason was so brave, being around her and her bees! He was the brother of a super hero! Maybe he- "You are... hero too, yes?" She said with a smile, leaning closer, "That is why you can show me powers here!" She nodded and winked at him. "I can keep secret." Of course she could. Now she was going to be friends with a hero!

The French girl didn't get it when he started singing, but still smiled widely, giggling a little. Jason was fun, she decided. Full of life and so positive, a lot like Osiris, only it seemed more so. He seemed to be the kind of person who was always smiling and joking, the kind of person Genevieve liked, so different from her. "You play the uh- instrument, yes?" She asked. That was neat! Genevieve couldn't do anything right. She was pretty sure trying to play any instrument would end up in disaster. "I want to hear it." She said, smiling as he laughed. "The song, yes?"

He'd help her with English too! Ah, that was- so nice... Genevieve smiled, nodding at him. He was so nice to her. Why was he so nice? She'd gotten lost in her thoughts and hadn't realised her face had given her away. "No no!" She said, shaking her head in panic. "I have time! I do! I am- eh, just... uh..." She let out a deep sigh. Well, being Osiris' fake girlfriend didn't mean she had to spend every second with him, right? She could hang out with other boys. It wasn't like it was real or anything. She was just... a coy. She sighed sadly. How did she get herself involved in such a difficult thing? "I will teach." She said firmly and nodding, decided not to let that little thing run her life. "I can teach. And you teach back, yes? Is win-win."

Genevieve smiled as she nodded. "I am happy too." She said before letting out a sigh, "But, I miss my family, yes? They are- ah, in Paris. But my brother Julien, he lives here. In Pilot Ridge, yes? He is- uh... family too, so... Well, I have him." She never got to see him though, since he often ignored her, but that was another issue entirely.

When he talked about bees, the French girl stared up at him, stopping moving and nodding slowly. She knew that about bees, well, a bit, but it was amazing to her how he didn't care. She flushed, smiling shyly and looking down. "I know." She agreed, still nodding. "I just- uh..." She smiled awkwardly, looking down at her feet, still flushed, "I feel like bees, yes? Uh- not... understood. Um... Scary? But I can be- I could be..." She could be more. She could be a good friend, she thought, if anyone gave her a chance. She was loyal, and she always tried her best to do anything her friends wanted or needed. So why was it so hard for her to make friends? She'd always blamed the bees, but maybe it was her. Not to mention her language, and just having grown up in a different culture. She still found it odd not to kiss every person she met, for instance, or that she couldn't hold anyone's hand because apparently that was relationship-y. The reminder of Osiris warning made her chest tighten. It wasn't fair. She couldn't fit in here and she couldn't fit in in Kocher. Was there a place for her? She noticed she'd been quiet for too long and turned to smile up at Jason gently, her eyes still sad, giving his arm a slight squeeze. "I too like honey." She whispered with a nod. At least bees got to give that. Maybe if she trained enough she could be able to make her bees create honey for her? And maybe she would be able to give Jason some. "I will make honey." She decided, turning to him with conviction, "For you I make honey, yes? It will be good!" She just needed to do some research. Yes! Make her bees build some sort of hive and just... milk them? How did that work exactly? She could look it up later. Meanwhile, they still needed to go to the training grounds, so Genevieve pulled his arm, meaning to make him hurry, feeling renewed energies from her decision of making honey. Even if it was something small, it'd give her something to do and think of other than the mess she was in.

"Hurry!" She said with a bright smile, "I want see your power." That'd also help cheer her up.