Zylvanness
R.E.D. turned her full attention to Lucas as he announced Team Elixer's mission. He probably explained it earlier before she arrived. She watched as Lucas' blade projected a image of the island taking the members step by step through the mission. All members had to secure the island before releasing these power crystals from pillars, all at the same time, in order to regenerate a barrier. The crystals seemed to be a great source of power. She wondered if there were any greedy souls on board who could possibly jeopardize the mission . The girl had come across comrades that turned rouge during missions over power. This mostly occurred in gangs she would join to survive on the streets. After Purevlion finished speaking, R.E.D. turned and gave a bow of respect to him then continued to stare out the window.
Bad weather always made her on edge. The female closed her eyes, blocked out everything else, and listened. She lived with an old blind beggar that she met on the streets for a year. He told her to always be silent and listen because there are entities all around. After living with the man, her senses became more acute adding to her long list of skills. The storm was a ways off, but the aircraft would fly into eventually.
The girl slowly opened her red florescent eyes and gripped the handles of Yin and Yang that lay limply at her sides. She didn't have much of an arsenal just the plain weapons she used for every battle. She wasn't going to do anything irrational like pull her weapons out and start firing. The female just wanted to make sure that she would be ready for any surprises. She is a weapon, and she was built to attack and defend. She was prepared to fight until her last dying breath. Asmodius Corps must have chosen her for that one reason above anything else. She was willing to throw herself into a fight rather than hesitate.
She head ached from all the questions, memories, and once again lack of food. Her legs finally gave way under her and she fell to the floor. She hoped no one notice because she could pick herself up. She felt weak if anyone had to help her in such a simple task of standing up. R.E.D. propped herself up by supporting herself against the wall. The air travel wasn't helping much either with the situation. She closed her eyes again and crossed her arms in thought trying not to concentrate on how she feels.
Bad weather always made her on edge. The female closed her eyes, blocked out everything else, and listened. She lived with an old blind beggar that she met on the streets for a year. He told her to always be silent and listen because there are entities all around. After living with the man, her senses became more acute adding to her long list of skills. The storm was a ways off, but the aircraft would fly into eventually.
The girl slowly opened her red florescent eyes and gripped the handles of Yin and Yang that lay limply at her sides. She didn't have much of an arsenal just the plain weapons she used for every battle. She wasn't going to do anything irrational like pull her weapons out and start firing. The female just wanted to make sure that she would be ready for any surprises. She is a weapon, and she was built to attack and defend. She was prepared to fight until her last dying breath. Asmodius Corps must have chosen her for that one reason above anything else. She was willing to throw herself into a fight rather than hesitate.
She head ached from all the questions, memories, and once again lack of food. Her legs finally gave way under her and she fell to the floor. She hoped no one notice because she could pick herself up. She felt weak if anyone had to help her in such a simple task of standing up. R.E.D. propped herself up by supporting herself against the wall. The air travel wasn't helping much either with the situation. She closed her eyes again and crossed her arms in thought trying not to concentrate on how she feels.
