Maji Nobuna
"It must be nice to be your own boss," Tetia said, smirking at Holt. "Not answering to anyone?"
"I'm still the leader of this team," Holt said with cool indignation. "But for now, we'll all answer to each other."
"That's right!" Maji said, drumming her hands on the table. "So, what should our team name be?"
They all thought for a moment. "Something to do with the claw, maybe?" Berkeley suggested. "It's a little on the nose, though."
"Independent missions are recorded as 'orders,'" Holt offered. "That would make this the 'Order of the Claw.'"
"Oh, that's good!" Tetia exclaimed. "Like we're a troupe of knights."
Holt smirked. "Then it's settled; we're the Order of the Claw."
"Alright!" Maji exclaimed. "Hands in." The four of them laid their hands on top of each other, over the now depleted bowl of spaghetti. The steam was still rising up, and it warmed their hands, sealing a pact or maybe just sweat.
Maji grinned, then her mind blanked. "Uh, we should say something. What should we say?"
Tetia tapped her chin. "The Library's creed is 'Discover and dream,' right?"
Holt frowned. "No, it's make the world, shape the world, dream beyond the world."
Maji blew a raspberry. "Too long. Let's go with Tetia's thing."
"Fine, then." Holt pressed on top of the pile of hands. "Discover and dream. Well, there are worse things you could say."
"Like what?" Maji asked.
Holt raised an eyebrow. "I'm not about to say them."
Maji cocked her head. "That's a shame."
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