Olivia Summers
Suddenly frowning at the serious remark, Olivia leaned backwards to effortlessly throw her emptied cup into the trash bin, forming a perfect, airborne arc. Instead, she fell off the couch and prematurely chucked the cup and plastic spoon onto the kitchen counter. She exhaled a frustrated sigh, rubbing her sore head. Not wanting to pull herself up, Olivia remained on the floor, slouching against the couch to brace her back. "Sounds like reponsibility..." Her voice trailed off, as she exchanged glances with everyone present. "This is all very...illogical. You expect me to believe that the four of you were trapped in these rings..." Olivia held up her accessorized hand for emphasis. "...and although you look dashing, you're actually old." She grinned in disbelief at Sabastien. "Do you have any super powers or abilities to prove yourselves, then?" She smirked, crossing her arms in triumph, expecting a silent submission to her argument. "Let's assume, for a moment, that what you claim is true. It's not very humane to be bound by a ring and forced to serve a complete stranger. I should just take this off then, and free the two of us from responsibility." Olivia began to slip the ring off her finger but hesitated. She remembered the forboding note found in the mysterious box. A dire warning regarding the rings falling into the wrong hands. This is all ridiculous. Taking this off will do nothing. It's a ring! What's gotten into everyone?