[h2][color=6ecff6]Erica Lankford[/color][/h2]
Erica smiled as the newcomer introduced himself as Mason, trying but unable to place his accent. She knew that anywhere in Europe really, those who spoke english tended to inherit a more British accent because of the greater influence of it there than there was for anywhere else in the world, so he could actually be from the U.K. or any other country there. [color=6ecff6]"It's nice to meet you too Mason. I um, can't seem to place your accent. Where are you from?"[/color]

Erica waited for his answer while watching the even newer arrivals. One had some pretty cool hair, something that Erica was thinking about copying later, only with blue instead of pink, and the other wasn't as noticible to her in comparison to the first one, but he was tall and dressed simply, at least to her own standards.

Thinking of standards, she was glad she  could remember so well what she looked like in her favorite outfit, a loose light blue sweater paired with a white tank top to cover where the neckline dipped, and a flowy white skirt that went past her knees. She wasn't actually wearing that of course, but that's what everyone could see. Really, right now she was a mess from camping out in the woods so long, her clothes dirty and tatered while her hair was messily tied back in a ponytail. Keeping up an illusion of normality for even just the few hours she'd been around the group was taxing to her, taking almost half her focus from what was going on around her. 

The second arival had spoken, and Mason and one of the reading boys, Greg, had both answered in some way. Now Greg seemed flustered or nervous as he hid behind his book, and Erica had to think for a moment to figure out why. As she recalled his words she focused on deciphering exactly what he had said, stifling a groan when she figured it out, and chastising herself immediately after. 

[color=6ecff6][i]So what if he can peek into our minds, I can copy your entire appearance and even your voice. Both are powerful, useful, and possibly very hated abilities, for both us and those we use them on. I know I can't always control my power, so why is he any different? He may not mean to listen in, but he, like all of us, is here to train these abilities.[/i][/color] As she finished her mental tirade, she silently hoped that he had heard some of it, so he might know that at least one person here would try to understand. 

Another person introduced themself, it was the boy with the cool hair. Casper looked just as nervous as Greg, but it was probably more from being around a bunch of strangers than anything else. Erica smiled at the group in general before deciding to follow the flow that had seemed to have started. [color=6ecff6]"It's nice to meet you both, and everyone else too. Um, I'm Erica, in case you didn't know already."[/color]