[u]Dirae[/u]
 
She stood in the hall for a moment, noticing that more and more people were filing in. They seemed about as confused as her as to what was going on, and what to do, so she assumed that they were also new recruits. She hoped. If they were the normal employees...it did not bode well. Regardless, she couldn't just sit there all day. Not with Sis constantly buzzsawiing in her ear. "Okay, okay! I'm going. Just shut up!" She snapped at the dragon. Sis simply curled back into a ball on her mistress's shoulder, looking as smug as a mechanical dragon with a tool arm can be. Dirae, for her part, looked around for anyone who could help her. For the most part, there were what looked like regular employees, going from place to place with a singular purpose. Obviously not interested in helping any of the recruits coming up. She shook her head in frustration, dual ponytails whipping back and forth in a purple frenzy. "Who to go to, who to go to." She muttered, glancing about. She could hear the two essences inside of her, presumably arguing. They were back to an annoying buzzing in the back of her mind, and that's where she wanted them to stay. The less she had to deal with them screamin in her skull while interacting with other people, the better. Her hands were still moving nervously in front of her, taking and pulling and combining.
 
That's when she noticed the secretary. She looked slightly irritated, but then, what secretary didn't? "Well, she seems like my best bet." Dirae muttered to Sis, who simply gave a buzz in response. Quickly, so she wouldn't stop herself, the Siren made her way in front of the desk. Her hands began moving faster. "Um...I'm here for the...the recruitment into the...Blazing..Blazing Sands." She mumbled, eyes avoiding the secretary. Her voice came through surprisingly clearly for wearing a mask. Her hands moved faster, and two humanoid figures began to take shape. By the time she was done(which was about a minute and a half after she had finished speaking), two crash test dummy like figures were held in her hands.They were connected at the hands, with one having a wind up at the back. Quickly,she wound them up and they began, jerkily(hey, all she had to work with was wood and string and leather), ballroom dance. 
 
If the secretary had been able to see Dirae's mouth, she would seen a smile.