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Fire Manipulator
Dialogue | #90046e
Thoughts | #0089dd
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Jeanne momentarily stopped tossing around her lighter as the doors once again opened up, allowing two professional enough looking people to enter the stage. The two Schreibers as it would seem, though shortly after there entrance came a third who introduced themself as one named "Caoilfhionn Höfler," a speaker of many tongues, or so she claimed. For some reason, Jeanne couldn't help but be put off by this third entrance. Though she was supposed to be a translator for the members present, she certainly didn't give off the attitude of one who would be helping.
For the most part, Jeanne understood the gist of the situation, despite all the jargon tossed in here and there. Some stuff about being descendants of whatever people survived this bombing that occurred some long time ago. And these descendants were teaming up to fight against this other group of people. And these other people, Schmitzes as they were called, have these odd machines which were supposedly invisible, and the collection of people her were meant to train to fight them.
"The hell kinda fairy tale is this supposed to be?" She muttered under her breath as the doctor named Ivo started introducing the people around, one by one.
"The Laurents have been known for being skilled at manipulating fire, a rather volatile element, but were notorious for having a somewhat... lack of control, which, being said in a blunter manner, ultimately led to their demise."
At Ivo's explanation of Jeanne and her background, she felt her eye twitch at the mention of a lack of control and talk of demise. To say the least, it struck a nerve in her that she would have rather left unsaid. She flicked the lighter open, shooting a tiny ball of flame past the doctor, glaring at him with cold and unforgiving eyes, but said nothing. Whether he meant to be on her case or not, she had to let him know that it was something better left unsaid and unannounced.
At the mention of questions, the first to speak was the boy who's ability was invisibility; he asked a question to which Jeanne shared a similar sentiment, simply wanting to leave. But alas, it seemed that such a thing was not the case. Though, if such a thing were to so easily dissuade Jeanne from doing as she pleases, then she very well wouldn't be the kind of person she was. Although, her musing was interrupted quite thusly at the cause of one person dropping to the ground in a fit of some sort. After being taken aback for a moment, Jeanne remembered that this person's ability was that of precognition. Well... That's quite the... unfortunate side effect of that. Jeanne though to herself, scoffing.
However, a thought came to mind of her own that she decided to voice. Sliding off of the counter she sat on, and instead resigning to just leaning against it, Jeanne took a second to figure out the right words in English before speaking. "You have all this... talk about enemies and allies. But who are we to trust you?" She said, without hesitation. "How do we know that you're the real good guys in this? Surely you can't expect us to come here, listen to your story and think everything is all fine, non?" She took a final breath before crossing her arms in defiance and saying one last phrase, posing the question to the whole group.
"What if you aren't as good as you're claimin' to be and that these... Schmitzes are the ones we should actually be trusting?"
For the most part, Jeanne understood the gist of the situation, despite all the jargon tossed in here and there. Some stuff about being descendants of whatever people survived this bombing that occurred some long time ago. And these descendants were teaming up to fight against this other group of people. And these other people, Schmitzes as they were called, have these odd machines which were supposedly invisible, and the collection of people her were meant to train to fight them.
"The hell kinda fairy tale is this supposed to be?" She muttered under her breath as the doctor named Ivo started introducing the people around, one by one.
"The Laurents have been known for being skilled at manipulating fire, a rather volatile element, but were notorious for having a somewhat... lack of control, which, being said in a blunter manner, ultimately led to their demise."
At Ivo's explanation of Jeanne and her background, she felt her eye twitch at the mention of a lack of control and talk of demise. To say the least, it struck a nerve in her that she would have rather left unsaid. She flicked the lighter open, shooting a tiny ball of flame past the doctor, glaring at him with cold and unforgiving eyes, but said nothing. Whether he meant to be on her case or not, she had to let him know that it was something better left unsaid and unannounced.
At the mention of questions, the first to speak was the boy who's ability was invisibility; he asked a question to which Jeanne shared a similar sentiment, simply wanting to leave. But alas, it seemed that such a thing was not the case. Though, if such a thing were to so easily dissuade Jeanne from doing as she pleases, then she very well wouldn't be the kind of person she was. Although, her musing was interrupted quite thusly at the cause of one person dropping to the ground in a fit of some sort. After being taken aback for a moment, Jeanne remembered that this person's ability was that of precognition. Well... That's quite the... unfortunate side effect of that. Jeanne though to herself, scoffing.
However, a thought came to mind of her own that she decided to voice. Sliding off of the counter she sat on, and instead resigning to just leaning against it, Jeanne took a second to figure out the right words in English before speaking. "You have all this... talk about enemies and allies. But who are we to trust you?" She said, without hesitation. "How do we know that you're the real good guys in this? Surely you can't expect us to come here, listen to your story and think everything is all fine, non?" She took a final breath before crossing her arms in defiance and saying one last phrase, posing the question to the whole group.
"What if you aren't as good as you're claimin' to be and that these... Schmitzes are the ones we should actually be trusting?"