[center][h2][b][u]Diver's Paradise[/u][/b][/h2][/center]
[@tex][@FateWeaver][@Jensoman][@Hatman1801]

When Lone had at last reached the southern exit, he took note of both the fiery haired man and the shaggy looking Diver. They both looked strong and were thick with muscle, and at first glance it would seem Lone was the odd one out in terms of physical strength; however, Lone knew he himself had the edge. His contemplation and analysis were interrupted, however, with Luke's reappearance at the south gate atop the pile of supplies. [i]This guy really likes having a leg up on everyone, doesn't he?[/i] Lone thought, shaking his head. The diver crossed his arms as he waited for this entire display to end. Everyone seemed hellbent on consuming time by talking, but he didn't let it annoy him [i]too[/i] much.

He wanted to get moving to fight the Quadra Powers' finest. There had to be at least one person to satiate his desire for fighting, to remind him that he was not an undying thing... he wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline again, the need and want to survive. All of this idle chit chat was getting them nowhere and his excitement for a fight welled up within his chest. His expression was one of irritation.

At this point, Luke had randomly picked the shaggy Diver, who introduced himself as Alexander (or simply "Alex"). His demeanor and arrogance made Lone's eye twitch but he held back his tongue. It would not do for a fight to break out among themselves; this entire force of... Lone counted and found that there was only 50 of them. Though he was relieved at that, he also found it to be underwhelming when compared to an army of Junkers. [i]I guess I'll just have to work as hard as an army,[/i] Lone thought, something that brought a smile to his face. Whether or not he believed it was possible for him to put out the work of an entire force didn't matter; it was the fact that he had more folk to fight without needing to share it with the other mediocre and incompetent Divers. The 50 of them that remained must be competent; otherwise, they were just suicidal.

Once again, Lone's thoughts were interrupted by the fiery haired man, whose response to Alex was... blatant. No sense of nuance, no pussy footing, just a blunt remark. Lone sighed, expecting a fight to break out. However... if there was a fight, Lone could watch and learn much about his own comrades. Thus, he decided to watch it play out; after all, it was getting very boring.