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Sienna giggled at York, his demeanour may not seem to be appreciated by the other, but to her he just seemed to be putting a tough front to hide his weak interior. She definitely wanted to see what he was actually like to others when he was himself and not emperor.

Sienna entwined her hands together as she looked up to Reynolds 'right now I'm sorry but before you can actually say no, we're close to sector F, the planet has just been taken over by Furion troops. It is key to take their gun manufacturing factory to learn about their weapons and before you all can say anything' Reynolds walked over to the air lock door then turned to the table 'these orders aren't mine, if I had to chose if train you all first but this is important, I'm sorry'

Before Sienna could say anything, Reynolds quickly left, she was stood with a furious look at the now closed door. She hung her hair trying to calm down
'I guess we haven't a say on the topic, I guess we should introduce ourselves if we're going to rely on each other' she said sitting down on her chair, looking between he new faces 'my name's Sienna Belmont and I can manipulate and create all things nature' she said with a now confident tone.

Nelís wasn't aware that they were already beginning this large task and blinked back his surprise that they would probably be in the midst of Furions within the hour. Seems they'll be learning on the job. He couldn't say that he was fully prepared, yet he couldn't claim that he wasn't either. It would have to be dealt with. A shame that Reyonalds left before the magician could ask any further questions.

His liquid gold gaze turned to the speaker: Sienna who had before produced the rose. Her talent was heavily noted and it would more than likely be one of the most helpful when it comes to anything concrete. "That'll be most helpful. It's a really powerful talent. Mine isn't so much on the physical side.. I can manipulate the minds of people for a decent amount of time. There's a lot I can do with that," the corner if lips turned up into a grin. "My name is Nelís and if not that it's Mister Orlitt," he added with a leisure shrug.

It took all of Synthia's willpower to ignore the boy emperor. Besides, there were more pressing matters at hand than scolding an immature child. The female mercenary did know how to control herself, especially in a business situation. That was the first thing she'd learned in her training... Self-control. Without self-control,a fighter was never going to succeed or improve. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she focused on the colonel. It was one thing to be pulled into a war. It was another to be thrown into the fray with no training, absolutely no trust for her 'teammates' and lacking formal information on the nature of their mission.

As a mercenary, fighting was a science. How many was she against? What were the important checkpoints? Were there reinforcements for the enemy? In the event of failure, what were their enemies' methods of punishing trespassers?

But she had been given very little to work with. Fan-freaking-tastic...

Oh joy. Now the green girl had decided it was social hour. She listened to the first two introduce themselves, before giving her own curt and emotionless introduction. "Synthia. My talents are my own business." Being a mercenary wasn't smiled upon in most circles and she kept her light abilities secret until she needed to use them. It gave her the element of surprise.

"Damn someone's having a bad month," York smiled a big sinister grin as he half told off the girlie mutt in the corner, Rams was grasping the situation now... Kinda. In his mind he had to beat the bad guys then he could go home. It was simple, easy, so he understood. Although he had never been told that he would get to go home after this it was just something he figured. York's talents were strong, turn into any beast, bird, or fish for up to five minutes. Then wait a minute. Sometimes less and bam! Change into another animal!

"Names Ramsley of House York, young Emperor of Far C!" The boy was offly proud of his title. He hadn't been for so many years it felt good to have a name of his own. Before when he said Of House York, it meant he was just a kid under his fathers fist. But now, to him, it was like people were under his fist, or they would be in like two years when he was to turn eighteen.

"I'm an Animal Changeling, or Pre-Druid if you prefer," the boy showed the group his fists, "I just throw these together, and..." The boy slammed his fists together and created an explosion of feathers. A large Eagle appeared, roosting on the arm of the chair. It flapped it's wings a bit before exploding back into Rams, "Ta-Da!" He smiled, and for some reason seeking the approval of the only other male in the room, his eyes studied Nelis's reaction. Almost as if York was looking up to this guy as almost a mentor kind of person.

Demonica looked up slightly, hearing the green girl speak up. She lightly tilted her head at the girl. Introductions? Now? -they were being taken away, and she seemed just focused on being nice, and apparently now it was time to tell everyone a tiny bit about yourself. Or what it seemed, your name and ability. She looked around as she watched, one by one, as all of them began to introduce themselves. More, a little better then others. Her eyes following them as they introduced themselves. Sienna, nature. Nelis, Manipulation. Synthia, unknown still. And then there was 'Mr. oh and mighty', Ramsley, the Animal Changeling person.

She watched the explosion of feathers, before noticing the eagle there on the arm of the chair, caused by Ramsley. But just as it came, it was gone. Then she realized it was her turn to introduce herself. She was very, very hesitant to respond. Why should she tell these people her name, and her power? They weren't a team. They weren't a group. They weren't a gang. They were just a bunch of strangers trapped in a room. It was no different then cellmates rooms next to each other in a prison. They may be nearby, but there just another somebody. "Why do you care about my name and ability?" she questioned. Being the only one not to introduce. And finally speaking up.

Ivy just glared at them 'well, I prefer it if you guys called me Ivy' before she could tell them off a soldier came into the room.
'Follow me please, I am to take you to the barracks for armour' he stood still as a statue as he stood by the door, Ivy approached him and inspected him up and down.
'Right' she replied 'and where is Reynolds?'
'He is readying the troops...' He was hesitant to speak but he said something that changed Sienna's image of some people in the army 'ma'am,we go out and we fight for our sectors. I was taken into the army at a young age, they fed me and clothed me and left me a choice, to fight for the human race or find a job to support myself, I was as hesitant and as scared as you are... But I choice to fight... And there's never a battle too small that scares me... But I do it for those who can't... Even without powers like you all...'

Sienna tilted her head and looked at him for a few seconds then placed a gentle hand ok his shoulder 'don't worry' she smiled 'i won't let anything happen to anyone' she smiled and looked over to the others 'we're not the ones who're scared if you are, but we have to do this, and if we hate each other then the enemy will always be one step ahead...'

The magician's gaze shifted to Synthia whom he was ready to hear from. From what he observed thus far she had no tolerance for misbehavior though he wouldn't call it anger issues.. She was merely a 'get to the point' sort of person which was quite opposite from him. He'd much rather take his time getting there with all the preparations and meditations he needed. Of course he wouldn't frown down upon her attitude- he couldn't recall the last time he frowned upon anyone, so when she refused to share all he could do was smile.

"Well, it'll become known to us eventually," his deep baritone implied, "will it not? I suppose we'll just let time tell if you won't."

His eyes darted to the young boy/man, depending on whether he proves to be or not, as he began to speak. As presumed he was very proud of his title and this made Nelís grin, sit back, and enjoy the show. He wouldn't mind having York under the spotlight and perhaps that was his place since he seemed talented for it. Appears that he was putting on a show now for that matter and the magician tilted his head at the mentioning of the boy being a changeling. This was quickly explained when he performed a little something for them and even though most likely no one else would, Nelís gave York an applaud. "Very impressive talent. Everyone's are quite physical, great for combat, but you should be more prepared to use your talents against enemies and not for show. It's a shame that we didn't have time to prepare for this. All I can tell you is to use it how you must," he again shrugged, his eyes warm toward the boy before reaching another who hadn't spoken yet.

To his displeasure she wasn't content on sharing her talents either. As said before they'd know in time and he hoped that no one would push her to share, that be tiring on both sides. "I do think we'll all be working together for a while. If not now we'll know your name and abilities later,"he sent her a quick beam as to try and get on her good side if she had one, "but I'll call you lass till then."

Despite that she'd rather be called Ivy Nelís leaned more towards the name Sienna. It was her real name and he would enjoy speaking it therefore he would stick to that if she didn't mind. His thoughts had been held when a soldier emerged from the door, giving them one of their first instructions. Quite exciting for the magician.

To hear that he got into the army at a young age spiked a few memories for Nelís, recalling when he was forced into war when he was young because of his known talents, but it was his talents that rid him of that life to become greater as well. Seeing that Sienna was already comforting the man he said nothing and stood up from his seat.

In response to the man called Nelís, she simply raised one eyebrow and answered him. "In time." She nodded slightly. It wasn't so much that she was spiteing them by not telling them, as it was her keeping it as her secret weapon. "If it pleases you to know it, I know how to use a blade." She added as an after thought, not that it really mattered.

The emperor received absolutely no reaction from Synthia, who had elected to block him out and give him a cold shoulder. However his powers didn't fall under her notice and she had to grant that his power was good. It might be beneficial. But she wasn't going to admit that to him.

When the last girl refused to tell them anything, Synthia determined to herself that if the girl wasn't going to try to be a team player, she had no problem in making that girl the disposable member. Cruel? Maybe. But when you're going into a fight, you need to know who you trust to watch your back and who you wouldn't even trust to fight at your side. Nelís beat her to scolding the girl, so she left it alone.

The entrance of a soldier made Synthia rise to her feet. She took on a relaxed and yet prepared posture. Upon hearing what he had to say, she folded her arms over her chest. "My things happen to be in the room I was taken to initially. May I go and fetch them from there? I don't need your armor... though a spare weapon wouldn't hurt." Her sword may be her favorite, but she knew how to use other weapons. A true warrior knew how to fight with whatever they had, from a gun, to a sword, to a fist. There was always a risk of losing your weapon, and in that case you had to find another, or fight empty-handed. It was best to be prepared for any situation.

York followed out head held high believing to himself that the white haired witches silence granted him victory in their quarrel. At Nelis's comment the boy grew a smile bigger then his gorilla form, and it had been plastered open by his determination to go home. On his agenda was four major goals, fight some fools, show up the white witch a second time, go home, invite Nelis and flower girl over for some flavored ice. Life was good, he followed the soldier to what he believed would be the battle. He kept a bit quiet but his head was still running over the events as he saw them happening.

White witch is surrounded at alien gun point, her sword drops and arms raise slowly. And all of a sudden York in rhino form take them all out in one charge! 'Wow, I had you figured all wrong York, Emperor of my heart,' she would say. "Sorry white witch," York would respond, "I'm taken by another." Just then he transforms back and Flower girl comes over, 'York your so good looking and not at all strange for eating my flower!'

Ivy runs into his arms and they kiss on the face as Nelis enters, 'hey York, your one of my best friends now! Can we hang out, play video games, and eat some flavored ice?' And without being to exited Rams would nodd as his hair wafted in the wind, "sure bro, as long as flower girl and I aren't face kissing."

The imagination of York was interrupted by him walking into a wall. The group had turned a corner and he had been day dreaming. "Stupid wall," he whispered to himself as he turned and followed the group to wherever it was that they were going. It's not like he was paying much attention.

( i didn't realize it was my turn)

The blonde haired girls gaze fell upon Nelís as his gaze fell onto her. He ring his words "I do think we'll all be working together for a while. If not now we'll know your name and abilities later." She didn't see how her name mattered. Where did names get you? A nice hello -name- how are you today, or just give somebody something to refer to you as. Nothing special. Nothing special at all in her opinion. They didn't need her name for now. Maybe later she'd be willing to give it but for now, it was useless. She wouldn't even guarantee she would tell later on.

She glanced at Nelís hearing that he would be calling her 'Lass', she gave a slight look of disapproval. It sounded like a stupid name. Who refers to somebody as Lass? After a moment she decided to ignore it- though if he really called her Lass, it would he rather annoying.

Her gaze went to Sienna, all of a sudden requesting they refer to as Ivy, then her gaze went to the man. He wanted them to follow, and everyone else just seemed to go with it. She seemed to be stuck following, knowing even if she refused, somebody would probably force her, so she stood up, and walked out behind York. Quietly following. At least that was until she watched York walk straight into a wall, she snickered quietly at his stupidity, and continued to follow the others.

Sienna contained her laughter, she'd looked back at the new crew and spotted York embrace the wall with his face. He was going to be a great member of the team, she felt it. She smiled at the crew and turned back, her scarlet hair slightly covering her right eye as she followed the soldier down the ship.

as they traversed the ship, they walked by multiple rooms including the hull. He first room was the communications room, it was a medium room lined with monitors, people and a large cube like object floating at the far end of the room, it emitted some kind of bluish pulse. It seemed to be out of the way and no one gave much attention to it, Sienna was quite awed by it's mere existence, she felt something inside tempting her to go over and touch it But the soldier was too fast for them to stop at any place so long.

Finally they appeared at the barracks, the soldier used the retina scanner to the left of the door that beeped in confirmation as he lined his retina up with a faint laser. The door slid open with a hiss, as Sienna stepped in she looked around the very large room and potted weapons and armour of all kinds 'Reynolds said whatever you wanted' the soldier said stepping in after everyone else
'Alright' Sienna said with a smile then started running through the isles eyeing up all of it in excitement.

"That does please me actually," the magician retorted with a grin reeking of ambiance. "We'll need it most likely," he sighed inwardly, combing his fingers through his hair before gathering it back; biting the hair tie at his wrist to bring it up to his fingers; and fixing his hair into a low pony tail though his bangs were too short to be contained.

York kissing the wall with his face sent Nelís into a fit of laughs, using the back of his hand to muffle them. The bit must've been very caught up in his thoughts and that made the magician wonder what it was that took his attention away from rom reality. Perhaps Nelís would bug him about it later when the time was more appropriate. As of now he had to silence or, if anything, pacify his laughter. Seems he was the only one who failed to contain it.

He coughed in attempt to cover it up, muttering in between, "I apologize." His hand returned to his side, soon clasping behind his back, "Please be more careful York. I don't mean to laugh, but you provoked me.."

He'd been too distracted to catch Demonica's unsettling gaze and instead observed the room they stepped into, his eyes falling upon the cube shaped object. No doubt it was new technology, but it was nothing he would worry about until their battle was over. Once they entered the room lined with weapons and armor Nelís was awed, hardly waiting for the soldier's words as he went on to pick..

The sound of a human body hitting a wall made Synthia turn her head, seeing the young emperor in the middle of a vertical faceplant she couldn't help but snort a little as she bit her lip to contain a laugh. She quickly regained her composure and put on a poker face. Turning her back to him, she followed the others.

When they arrived in the armory, she looked around for a moment, using a trained eye to study their options. That was when she heard a familiar click and zapping sound. Oh god... who had let rookies touch her sword? She turned to see a pair of soldiers studying her sword, one of which looked stunned and his hair was standing up straight like he'd been hit by lightning. Making a beeline for them, she took the sword from them and scolded. "Weapons are tools, not toys. You're lucky you only triggered that one and not the other." Strapping the sword at her side, she scowled a little. It was a well-made blade, but it had some odd additions strapped near the base of it. One of those little additions had been what the soldiers had been so unlucky to have touched without knowing what it was. Additions like those were used by two kinds of people: crooks and mercenaries. Military grade weapons had their tech surprises built in.

Then, she claimed her armor from the floor, putting it on herself with trained ease. Aside from a red symbol on her breastplate, it was silver and blue armor with golden accents. As for materials, it was made of a mixture of high-quality leather (heat and electricity protection), some metal alloys (physical protection) and metal alloy chainmail. After she had her armor on, she felt a little more at ease with this situation. Dagger? Check. Sword? Check. Her blue eyes wandered to the racks and racks of guns. Maybe a small one...

Wandering over, she studied several of the smaller guns. She knew how to assess them, not as well as she knew blades, but still well enough to know which ones were better. Settling for one of the simpler ones, she slipped it into a strap on her upper right arm.

Satisfied, she moved to stand near the door, watching the others.

York recovered and did his best to ignore the giggles and remarks of the older team mates. But upon entering the armory he looked around in discontent. "Do you make armor in rhino sizes?" He asked one of the soldiers were befuddled by his question, "how about an axe big enough for a gorilla to wield??" Again all he got was silence, he really needed to find someone who could really help him. Where was the man who had lead them here, he saw Synthia had found her items and everyone else was still looking. "What are you thinking about snagging?" He asked the lass girl, seeing how they both were the youngest. Or at least both appeared to be the youngest in his eyes anyway.

OCC: apparently Rhythm wanted out, so Don'tbetrippin asked me to play as Demonica, I'll try my best ^-^")

Demonica followed them to a weaponry room. The guard told them that they could take whatever they wanted, which did spark a little interest in her. It had to be something easy to carry, and something not very noticeable. No one could deny the element of surprise. It was always interesting to watch how people underestimated her sometimes. Even so, she walked around the room wondering which she should grab. Which would be the best for her?

After a few minutes of weighing her options, she just decided on things that were small. They were easy to carry, and depending on her choices... they would be deadly. She finally accepted her choices of a hunters knife, a pistol, and the only large thing that she would carry would be a sword. Just in case. Not saying that she finally agreed with all of this, but there was obviously no way out.

OCC: Also, ignore the picture and the name ^-^")

((OCC: Just be Ayumi and come up with ur own power. I didn't even know the name of the other girl that rhythm was playing. Just be whoever