Rose Ceilmarx(Nyx)
After the meeting, Rose had secretly sneaked in a quick chat with Swain. "Swain...... This has to be some sort of mistake... I can't possibly do my best when paired with...... a man..." she had pleaded. Unfortunately, Swain gave the response she absolutely didn't want to hear. "No, Nyx. It isn't a mistake. Your hatred for men is understandable, but a hinderence. Your hatred is a weakness. The harvesters are to have no weaknesses. Do you understand what I'm telling you? You, have to get over this phase of yours. If caught in the wrong situation, you'd be entirely defenseless. That must never happen, Rose. You WILL get over this." ..........
Rose grumbled as she waited on the couch of the waiting room. Weakness? Impossible! How could her hatred of men possibly be a weakness.... She noticed the others began to group up and were already on there way to their designated sectors. Annoying. What was taking Zehn so damn long? Rose looked up to see Reaver lingering around as well. Rose scowled. Another annoyance.
"That's it." She declared out loud. No more waiting around. She strapped her scythe to her back and began a steady pace towards the elevator. She stepped inside and pressed the 5th floor button. Faculty housing. As the jazzy background music played, she impatiently strummed her fingers against her crossed arms. When the doors finally reopened, she basically threw herself out the door. Rose didn't need a partner. Especially not a man. She held her scythe high, prepared to slice apart anything that so much as flinched. Swain's warning drifted through her mind. She wondered what he'd could possibly do to punish a group of psychopaths who adored the meer mention of pain and blood. Rose imagined he had his ways, however. Swain wasn't the head of the Underworld for his flamboyancy.
While Rose was drifting through her thoughts, she'd failed to notice that someone had cut the power and the fluorescent lights were now rendered useless. Great. Only ten minutes on her first job and she let her enemy cut the power. Not like it mattered anyway. She delicately ran her hand along the blade of her scythe and lit in a flurry of fire that lashed out and threatened to burn anyone who got too close. Now... where was Nira's room again?