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A lady in an orange robe paces the hallway, her violet eyes darting from corner to corner at random. She seemed to be in deep thought as she rubbed her arms out of anxiety. What was odd though was that even though the sight was quite humorous, the lady was still able to exude an aura of dignity and elegance. "This is quite tensing" she muttered to herself, which was quite true since it was her first time to join any order created by nobility-- which was also quite odd since she was a noble herself.
Currently, as she was pacing outside, the group was being informed of her arrival. Not much information was given to them except her name, and everything else would be told by the person herself.

A few minutes later, a regal looking man excused himself from the room and left the members before walking up to the violet-eyed lady. "It's time for you to come in, thank you for agreeing to this." He thanked the girl with a kind smile, something in which the girl only replied to with a nod as she tried to compose herself.
The lady knocked on the door three times before coming in, not even waiting for a response.

Drake was running around the room, chasing something. It was his companion, Doxx, who had grown restless waiting. He clumsily clawed in the air and moaned after missing for the third time. The feisty wind spirit tauntingly floated right in front of him, and Drake fell for the spirit’s swagger, launching himself ahead to grasp the wind spirit. Of course, he flew right past the spirit, and crashed into the new girl who had just entered the room with a startled cry filled with a crude assortment of profanities. In fact, what he said was so inappropriate that we the editing department of the writer’s mind had to censor out the dialogue in order to make it feasible to be read by the public.

“Mother of a ****ing ***** eating rat ****ing ***** *** licking cow *** ****-”

Now that we think of it, perhaps it is for the better if we cut off the dialogue before HR fires us.

Dolus had not expected to be crashed into; but as soon as she did, she moved out of the way and let the guy fall down on his own. This lady did not want to fall down--there was a chance that it would end up like one of those clichè movies that sill don't exist in this timeline.
At the person of the opposite sex's cry of profanities started, the girl's eyes widen a bit. This man cursed a lot more than her cousin Alodia. "I believe such words are not appropriate for greeting someone." She said, a small smile forming on her lips as she inched closer to the person, slightly nudging his head with her hand. "Does the vassal of your soul intend to stand up? Or do you wish to stay down for god knows how long?" she asked, her smile widening--the smile was not one of those sweet smiles though, this girl rarely does that. Instead, it looked like a smile of one who would make your death look like an accident if you angered them.

He looked back at her glare indignantly. These two would probably not get along as well as he initially hoped. Well, it wouldn't be the first time he had been let down. Brushing himself off, he wills the air to help him back on his feet, floating up like a domino that was being reset and softly hitting the ground with his feet. Drake put his hand to his chin and looked the girl over. He was also a bit ashamed to let his crude side show up so suddenly. Not very good for first impressions. Coughing a bit, he says quietly,

"Drake Brygida. And that-"

He points to Doxx

"That one you can call Stupid."

The wind that had been so tame to help him up suddenly turns savage and flips Drake over and sending him somersaulting into a wall, hitting it headfirst. This slapstick comedy just won't do, especially since Drake was the stooge of all these jokes. Rubbing his forehead, he gives up and leans against the wall with a head-sized dent. Drake huffs and looks on at the others that were inside the room prior to her arrival.

"Drake, could you please tame that spirit of yours? We might have to pay again for the expenses if this place gets as jacked up as the others." Alodia scolded lightly as she took one last of her martini.
Gracefully, Alodia set down her glass and stood up from her seat, approaching her cousin with a big smile on.
"Hi sister~" she said, her voice sounding a bit tipsy as she greeted. Alodia then proceeded to remove her cousin's robe before hanging it on one of the hooks in the room.

Archer stepped out of the shadows of the corner of the room. "Seriously Drake, Doxx is the source of you power. Show respect." he said, his arms folded in his sleeves in front of him. Behind him, two dark, shadowy figures stepped out of the shadows. Turning to the newcomer, he gave a slight bow of his head. "My name is Archer." he simply said before turning and walking to the side of the room, the figures following him.

"Archer, Drake, and my precious cousin Alodia, I thank you for accapting me, or might it be more appropriate to say hello..?" The young lady greeted with a smile, this time it looked more genuine but still not right in a way. "Thanks, Dia." Dolus thanked her cousin. Alodia has always been a kind person towards her, even to the point of helping her destroy her father's life, and Dolus was quite thankful for that. As a thank you, Dolus pecked her cousin's cheek sweetly, "Thank you." she whispered into her cousin's ear before standing up and patting off her dress.
Today she'd decided to wear her silk outfit that her mother had given her to make her feel more at ease. The long sleeves were perfect for hiding her rubbing her arms out of anxiety. "Hello, nice to be of your acquaintance, I am Dolus Medea and am now part of your group, I have been scouted by the employer after he caught me killing his men and stealing about three sacks of apples, thirty-five gold bars and about five steads for my... personal usage." she introduced, bowing to her new teammates as a sign of respect "I also do not take kindly to being touched without permission, save for a few I allow.".

Drake was paying no attention to her dialogue, for he was already thinking about his own stuff in his own world. The spirit had settled down and was perched on his shoulder.

Snapping out of his reverie and alarming the wind spirit, he says softly,

"Uh, yeah, nice story and nice to meetcha. Hope we get along and all those formalities. Okay that's all."