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[Sinylene Arabana]

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Aryanna sat, her hands folded upon her lap. She stared at the soft pink hair of the new recruit. The woman was indeed lovely, an actress she had been told. She sighed softly, another form of art. She paused considering this, and in a way considering the woman’s fate. She seemed nervous, she seemed polite, she seemed a lot of things, that were not normal for members of this group. Yet Aryanna was not quick to judge this, as she herself could be polite, graceful, gentle and kind. Not all is what it seems. Imyrr wanted to use the woman within their ranks, her value was in what she seemed to be and what she would be to others.

With every word that her captain spoke Aryanna wanted to hit him, a passionate emotion for her to feel, quite beyond her normal calm demeanor. At first he was rude and callous to the new recruit, going so far as to slap her, she had been told. Then a thought occurred in her mind, her role with Shadow Skull becoming clear, and his usefulness to her arising out of no where.

Moving to sit next to the new recruit she twisted her face into a reproachful look and encircling the woman with her arm she scowled at Shadow Skull. Don’t mind him…he can be rude and insensitive.. It worked like a charm, the friendship was slowly beginning to form, the trust earned, and that is what Aryanna wished more than anything. These things must be handled delicately, and she was an expert at delicacy. Shadow Skull was smart, he noticed the friendliness in her demeanor and easily fell into the game himself. Yet she knew she didn’t ask much of him, just to act himself….

[Aurelia Dalry]

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Such an odd situation to be placed in. In a way this job would be much like her other. She must act and she must act flawlessly. However, this job came with a much different perk.The rush she once felt while on stage performing no longer occurred. She was completely comfortable in that element. She was looking for something more, something to make her feel alive.

Aurelia sat infront of her new "family" and shivered slightly at the thought. What was she doing? she thought to herself. These people are insane. She felt out of place, but all the same she felt the blood rushing through her veins faster than it had ever before. She was not particularly fond of the leader of her division, but the woman seemed, surprisingly, normal. Shadowskull hurled insults and demands, but Aryanna sat beside her and tried her best to make her feel comfortable.

She sat quietly, her legs crossed with her hands intertwined upon them. She listened to Imyrr speak to the others and the others exclaim back. She had nothing to say nor did she wish to interrupt. She knew what she had to do and focused on her task. She was on the road to finding her passion, however odd and misshapen the road had become.