[center][i][b][color=ed1c24]Mikoto - On the way to the hangar[/color][/b][/i][/center]
[color=ed1c24]"Perhaps I am naive. Or maybe, I have the correct mindset and you are all grim. If we live long enough to see this war end, we shall see who was right."[/color] Mikoto smiled as they headed out the door. [color=ed1c24]"Heh, maybe somewhere down the line I could, but I don'T know if I'd even like such position. Needless to say I am hopelessly unqualified for it at the moment. And we need to win this, or none of us is going to be running anything. There's no space to stroke egos here."[/color]

They came into the organized chaos that was called a hangar. Immediately someone in an orange jumpsuit nearly rammed into the swan, trying to get ammo from one place to another. The birdbrain didn't quite understand what half of the hardware was for, but she could spot differences easily enough - from the custom paint jobs to - [color=ed1c24]"Are those flamers?"[/color] she asked, looking at the closest 290 that had several tanks on it's back that piped into jets mounted on the 'wrists'.

[color=f7941d]"Indeed."[/color] said the pilot, jumping down from the cockpit where they were fixing some wires. [color=f7941d]"Built them myself. Won't do any good against a Mistralese airship, but the grimm do burn good I say."[/color]

Mikoto couldn't help but agree. [color=ed1c24]"Quite."[/color] she nodded, her right hand brushing against Emperor's grip, while she raised her left and a ball of fire came to life in it. Mikoto thrown it towards the 290 with a whisper of a spell, causing the fire to spill over the nameplate the pilot drawn and make the letters seem burning.

The pilot Oohed and Aahed for a little while before tossing her arms around the swan, rapid-firing thank yous. Mikoto sent her off with a pat on the head and rejoined Odell. [color=ed1c24]"Good grief, I though I was a couple of yours too young here. she couldn't have been more than seventeen. These are terrible times."[/color]

Shortly after, someone else caught up to them and asked her pretty much the same question. She sighed. [color=ed1c24]"Why is it always 'Durr, Are you really the princess?'-"[/color] She said in a 'dumb youtube commenter' voice, [color=ed1c24]"-and never 'Hello, you have amazing eyes.' or something like that?"[/color] turning around, her eyes fell on a very strange looking fellow. But alas, she shouldn't let appearances cause prejudices. [color=ed1c24]"Yes, that would be me. Kage Mikoto."[/color] she said, offering her hand again. [color=ed1c24]"Have we met? Can I help you?"[/color]