Fashionably late and over-bearing. Two words that always have been used to describe Elysia. Having slept in a little longer that morning, Elysia entered the guild hall. Several annoyed looks were cast towards her by some she had been in a party with in the past. But this didn't seem to bother Elysia at all.

She probably didn't even notice the ill looks.

She cleared her throat. It wasn't a simple clearing of the throat like, "Ahem." It wasn't a shy, "A-ahem," either. Oh, no. It sounded something along the lines of:

[color=ed145b]"AHHHHHH-HEM!"[/color]

The demon folded her arms in front of her dress, her usual haughty demeanor crossing her expressions. 

[color=ed145b]"For those of you who do not know,"[/color] she began, trying to get anyone's attention (but at this point, people who knew Elysia already were ignoring her), [color=ed145b]"I am [b]Elysia Corentine[/b], summoner extraordinaire and [i]modest[/i] elite demon. Yes, I know. How could such an amazing person such as this not currently be in a party? It's almost heartbreaking!"[/color] She feigned a sad look before adding:

[color=ed145b]"But this skilled summoner,"[/color] she showed off her magitek gauntlets, [color=ed145b]"And masterful tinkerer, can be yours! Yes! Even the peasants of this guild could possibly have me, [b]Elysia Corentine[/b], in their party. I would take up a bidding service for my services, but just a modest, large recommendation of your party is enough. Thank you all for your time."[/color]

She then added, under her breath, [color=ed145b]"I mean thanks for not much. You should be [i]dying[/i] to have me travel with you..."[/color]