Tying her chestnut brown hair into a loose ponytail, Aaelith stepped over to the control console, her finger-less gloved hands reaching out to check the many security cameras. Again, she saw no one. With a huff, the infamous Titan plopped down into her seat at the head of the command center, the blinking lights of the many computers and switches bounced across her golden skin. If her father could see her now, he would be furious at her, all his years of training seemed to leak out of her body at that very moment, and instead of the strong Titan, what was left sitting in the seat was 17-year old Sam Walker. The girl who made sure to get all A's, befriending her teachers despite her many strange absences. If only they knew why... 

Never once had she allowed herself to complain, or to indulge in self-pity. But so far, it seemed the superhero business was more of a vigilante job, people didn't like to work together anymore. Let alone be lead by a newcomer. Or worse, a [i]demon[/i]. Though she may not have made many news articles, Titan had done a lot of good during her short time in the hero scene. This would be her first time leading a team- she'd worked with other's before, but this was different. She would be put in charge, if anything happened, it would be on her head. Or her teammates, all because of her. The stress was eating her alive. [i]'C'mon, get ahold of yourself Aaelith. You're Titan and Sam, one of the strongest young heroes. You have to be brave, and go at this with the best mindset possible.'[/i] 

With a light shake of her head to clear out her troubled mind, Aaelith turned once more to the HQ monitors, surprise painting over her face. With a grand smile, she bounced up from her chair and raced through the vibrant house, using some of her gymnastic's training to vault herself over anything in her way. When she reached the door, Sam could feel her heart thump with excitement. She could feel adrenaline racing through her bones. Just as she reached for the doorknob, she questioned whether or not to place a mask of some sort on her face. She never used a mask; not ever. She had no family here on earth to spare, no one that she particularly cared for. Plus, she almost always went to a mission as Aaelith, her demon form. The only times she didn't, which were very, very rare. She would wear her mask. No, she decided. She wouldn't hide herself from these people. Her glamour did a good enough job of that. 

A smile on her face, Sam opened the door and leaned against the frame. She looked over the newcomers with interest, trying to sort them out by their strengths and weaknesses. Already, she was sizing them up. "Welcome, I suppose that you're here for the openings on the team, right?" She didn't wait for a reply, instead, she stepped into the threshold and opened the door a little wider in invitation. "Please excuse me, but I will need to get to know you all before you're excepted. That means, a brief introduction, and a prep mission." She paused, fiery eyes burning against the sunlight that streamed in through the open door. "Now, keep in mind. This will be hard work. If you want to join, I'll have to make sure you're capable. One of the best ways to do that, is to take you out on an actual mission." Her voice softened, though her sunset eyes were still burning like a forest fire, gleaming with promise of adventure.