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DrowsyPangolin
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Domino frowned slightly when Vivian said she had never fought. Unfortunate, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. Still, he had no intention of getting killed by someone elses incompetence. He paused for a moment. Could they even die here? The clerical workers who welcomed them all had neglected to mention that tidbit. ~Oh well, guess we'll find that one out later.~ Well, for better or for worse, they had a group now. He still had a multitude of questions, but they could wait, he supposed. "Yes, Vivian, I'm sure you can be of some help." His facial expression remained the same unflinching smirk that seemed to radiate arrogance ever so slightly. Internally, he was growing very curious. It seemed Vivian's memories were scattered. He imagined dying could do that to a person, but then why were is own still so intact. For a moment his smirk broke into a frown, remembering what had planted him here in the first place. ~Bastards...~ He was pulled from his thoughts by the sudden arrival of a newcomer. The woman seemed older than Vivian and himself, but not quite as far in years as Sam. The old soldier introduced himself first. He gave the tall woman the same overemphasized bow he'd given Sam only a few minutes before. "Domino Stross, a pleasure to meet you, Miss Rair." This one seemed formidable enough, he decided. Perhaps this would be easier than he had thought.
Annabel's eyes flashed to the young man again when Rhys reproached his staring. It seemed the soldier really did hold manners in a high regard. When Rhys asked about her acquaintance with the boy, she shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She had never seen anyone dressed like the young man in her homeland, that was for sure. She could see embarrassment in his face as soon as he had been found out. She looked over the boy for a moment, her bright blue eyes emanating a sort of calming effect. "Yes, tell us your name. I'm Annabel." She smiled and extended a hand towards the boy. Her smile was forced and her thoughts were still clouded, but she concealed all of it fairly well.
Annabel's eyes flashed to the young man again when Rhys reproached his staring. It seemed the soldier really did hold manners in a high regard. When Rhys asked about her acquaintance with the boy, she shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She had never seen anyone dressed like the young man in her homeland, that was for sure. She could see embarrassment in his face as soon as he had been found out. She looked over the boy for a moment, her bright blue eyes emanating a sort of calming effect. "Yes, tell us your name. I'm Annabel." She smiled and extended a hand towards the boy. Her smile was forced and her thoughts were still clouded, but she concealed all of it fairly well.