[u]Dirae[/u]

She stood nervously outside of the recruitment building, to the side of the doors so she wasn't in anyones way, hands in constant motion in front of her. If someone was to look more closely, they would see her hands moving to pockets in her vest and pulling bits and pieces from them, before returning to waist height. There was a quiet noise from a silver ball on her left left shoulder. It was like a buzzsaw, only quieter. Dirae glanced at her shoulder, in slight irritation. She spoke quickly, but quietly. You'd have to be next to her to hear her. "I know that. It's just..I'm not sure it's such a good idea now. I have no combat experience or training, much less having actually killed someone!" 
 
The buzzsaw replied again. "That doesn't count. He didn't listen to my rejections. So, I made the Golem and told it to hit him. [i]I[/i] had nothing to do with it." The buzzsaw again. Dirae shook her head in vehement denial, hair whipping back and forth. "He's not dead! Just still recovering from fighting a metal Golem. He's regained the use of his legs. At least I think he has." She was silent for several long moments, then she began to speak again. "What if my mask gets knocked off, or they have to take it off? They'll surely ask about it, and then I'll surely lie about it when they do. If my mask cis accidentally, or forcibly, removed then the truth will come out. And I'll have to explain how I'm the daughter of a god whose parenting skills need a lot of work, and that I know the goddess of Dark far better than most. After all, her essence is inside of me." 
 
As if on cue Alice, the name Dirae has given to her Dark essence, took off from her arguing to talk to Dirae directly, forcing the unfortunate Siren to listen and acknowledge her presence. [i][b]You bet I am! And stop all this hesitation! There's a mercenary guild awaiting! They promise adventure! And adventure means plenty of opportunity for personal gain! Play your cards right, and you might even become the leader of this operation! Think-[/b][/i]
 
Forcibly, Dirae shoved Alice back behind the mental barriers she had erected long ago. However, that allowed the Light essence through. Amy, Dirae had taken to calling her. [i]She Who Shall Not Be Named-[/i] Alice interjected here, [i][b]Alice. I keep telling you. My name is-[/b][/i] Amy continued, undeterred. [i]She Who Shall Not Be Named, as I was saying, has a point. There is nothing to be gained by wallowing in indecision. As she so crudely put it, the Blazing Sands and adventure await. Adventure means more opportunity for helping people, as I'm sure you'll do. After all, you take most after me.[/i] Dirae gave a soft groan of despair. "Here we go..." [i][b]YOU?! I hate to break his to you, miss I'm-so-better-than-you-because-I-stick-my-neck-out-for-stupid-strangers, but she takes most after ME. You know, the essence whose aff-[/b][/i] Dirae's hands ketp moving and building the entire mental conversation.
 
A dull ache began to build in Dirae's temples. Recognizing the warning signs, she quickly shoved the two arguing essences into the back of her mind. "Please. No incidents today guys..." the silver ball buzzsawed again. "Alright! Alright! I'll go into the stupid guild and get recruited!" Before she could delay any further, she started heading towards the doors. After two steps, she paused, looking down at the contraption in her hands. "I suppose I'd better get rid of this." It looked to be a small and crude helicopter. Made out of a combintation of wood, leather, paper, and some metal. She wound the blades tight, and released her little twist up helicopter. It flew into the air, shuddering for a few moments before smoothing out, rising steadily higher. 
 
Suddenly, the silver ball on her shoulder uncurled itself, and launched itself forward. In two flaps of it's wings, the tiny dragon had reached crashed into the helicopter. Over balanced and being attacked by a metal dragon, the helcopter began to spiral downward. Drilling could be heard, beneath the loud buzzsawing of the dragon's glee. It even set the poor contraption on fire before leaving. Nothing but a small smoldering ruin was left. Quite pleased with itself, the dragon flew back to Dirae and perched on her shoulder, drill arm still covered with bits of wood from the helicopter. Dirae rolled her eyes. "You, Sis, are a show off." Sis ignored this comment.
 
She quickly walked into the building, and then paused again, glancing uncertainly about. She didn't exactly know what to do or where to go from there.