The more she got to know the no-majs, the more she thought about Cecily and Manny. They were innocent, they were kind, they were good. Many of these no-majs were the same way -- they just got into an organization without understanding what the implications really were. It made her sad for them - especially since she was so determined to win.
And they would win. She would find out a way to take the NSPS down from the inside - or at least to help prepare her people for what they were coming up with to take them down, to find them.
Swallowing, Mina stood up from her lunch table - gave a bathroom excuse to the rest of her “friends” - and went down the halls to get some fresh air and clear her head. She had to stop thinking so emotionally; unfortunately, it was at her core. Ximena had never been an emotionally distant person - unlike the rest of her despicable family.
That was when she noticed someone else in the hallway. This girl seemed different than the no-majs -- more out of place. More of a reason to try to get to know her. To see who she was and what her role was. ”Excuse me!” Ximena called, pushing the fake glasses up the bridge of her nose. To be Jazz, she covered all traces of...herself. Hair in blonde wig, fake glasses, colored contacts, and horrendous clothes.
Boy, what she wouldn’t give to be a metamorphagus right about now…
”I’m so sorry to bother you, but do you happen to know the way to the cafeteria?” Ximena knew the way, of course --- but any excuse to start a conversation. To meet yet another enemy.
To lie through her teeth to protect her community.