The Quest (Open)

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Mimic watched from his spot at the breakfast table as Starfire grabbed some cereal and did something most interesting to it: she poured not milk but orange juice in it. Mimic found himself licking his lips. "Hey, Star might I try that concoction?" he asked. Before she could reply he grabbed his own bowl of cereal and poured orange juice all over it. Taking a bite of it with his spoon he smiled. "Mmm...it is most delicious! I gotta hand it to you Star I would never have thought of doing that to my cereal," he complimented. Turning to the others he said, "you guys seriously gotta try this." He happily dug into his cereal and his cricket toast. Wondering if Starfire would appreciate his cricket toast he held it up to her. "Want some?" he offered, mouth full.

When Robin refused to partake in his homemade buttered cricket toast, Mimic just shrugged. "Your loss dude. You're seriously missing out." At his query of what training they all should do, Mimic stopped eating and found himself staring at his leader. "Uh...um well just you know there are a bunch of forms I am trying to perfect," he answered with a nervous laugh. "But, seriously dude, I'm cool with anything. You're the leader, you pick," he quickly added.

Overhearing everyone else's suggestions he noticed he was not the only one who didn't really have a preference. But, Jinx did suggest a trust exercise.

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Starfire flashed an already existent smile toward Robin when he sat next to her, and proceeded to eat her breakfast. When Mimic commented on it, she swallowed first (as was the polite thing to do) before answering, "You may," and felt quite pleased that she had done something worth sharing. Crickets on toast did not disturbed her in the least. If the carcass of animals and the ambiguously meaty 'hotdogs' did not, sunflower-seed tasting crickets would certainly not. Considering the abundance of insects on this planet consuming them only seemed logical, unless they were carriers of venomous or unsanitary properties. 

That was all her thoughts on breakfast items, and her attention turned instead to morning exercise. Chewing, the curious alien leaned over the table to try and peer at Kaden's injury, the wonder of what happened to him apparent on her expression. What happened? She frowned with her cheeks chubby from food, looking adorable in her sympathy. Then, she swallowed and added her input.

"I have my morning schedule," she informed, looking to their leader whom she used to regularly steal for at an hour of the AM for one one one physical training, until his attention understandably turned more to the newer group. "Until an important group exercise is decided I would like to refrain from compromising it," she decided. Training with the team was very important, and those were almost her favourite training regiments (just behind combination moves) but Starfire was missing the more militant training afforded to her on Tamaran. Lately she felt like she was slacking, or something else that she couldn't quite pin. 

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There were way too many people at the breakfast table for Vincent to keep up with all of them. He did have a fairly large family where he was from, but it was nowhere near this size. Vincent simply focused on his never ending stack of pancakes until he saw one of the others pour orange juice onto their cereal. Now that was a strange concept for him. Cereal in general was a strange concept to him. Milk was not exactly something they could obtain on a daily basis nor something they could keep for long as it would spoil.

Vincent considered trying some of that, but he figured his pancakes would be good enough for today. He could try that at a later date when no one was around just in case it ended up tasting horrible to him. He knew he was already different enough as it was. No need to make that any more obvious.

Fortunately Vincent's train of thought was changed when Robin asked what kind of training they would like to do. Now that Vincent thought about it he had never actually done any group training. He was not technically a hero of this city anyways. This was really the only place for him anyways considering his lack of knowledge. Maybe this was his chance to actually bring down some of those barriers and learn some more about this world.

"How about some of those obstacle course runs?" Vincent asked Robin after swallowing a mouthful of pancake. "I've heard those are always a good warm up to anything."

[Feathers]

FEMALE EIGHTEEN TEEN TITAN PROFILE Creds to Emma! Gosh! The kitchen was seriously getting a little way too crowded and included with the breakfast of choice, of each Titans, she honestly couldn't wait to hit training with Robin. No offense, guys. While her Book of Silver, located in her room, on her bed. Started to levitated and evaporated into thin air. Reappearing to its mistress, Silverwing, levitating in mid-air in the middle the kitchen. “What the?!” It certainly has caught her attention. As it had never behave like that before, than being an ordinary book and a guide. Tempted. She reaches over it, and it opens. Flipping through several pages, and stopping to a blank page. Soon an inscription started to appear, with a familiar voice ringing in her head. 'Hero of the future…' “That voice again…” She clutches her head. 'The one who is call Silverwing. Hear me...' She looks up with her eyes hollow and empty. 'Hear my word...' And a strong gust of wind started to blew out from the book. With it pages flying everywhere, freeing itself from the book’s binding. Circling around her and her friends within the thick swarm. Flying up high, reaching a height of several feet. Her eyes then started to lit up, as she started speaking in an old Latin language  “Tear apart the space, and open the door of time and space! I call the true name of the almighty god of time, the time guardian's father! Chronos!” A magical circle appear belong her feet. “Reveal to us the path of light! Bring forth the future to the past to aid Camelot and its King…” The papers started flying at insanely high velocity, creating a vortex that begins to suck in loose objects from all over the kitchen...including the Titans. OOC: I need someone to post us flying into a portal and the next waking in Camelot (to cut to the chase). We will be waking up where the Lady of the Lake lives.