The responses were quick and rhetorical, nothing unusual for the White King. Claire took her time standing to shadow her leader, she was all business, as most ambitious people were. Nothing like herself, entertainment was what pressed her on to do well in everything she did, no other motives other than that. Nonetheless, a good couple feet away from Haruka was Claire, twiddling her hair and observing her surrounding in constant distracted thought. She wouldn't be too great of a bodyguard. As she was lead into the Ivory Mask lecture room, Claire snapped back into focus-mode and took a seat herself. As the interface began to emerge before her, the persona that was Amnesty began to take hold as her former self drifted away from the virtual reality that she felt at home.

Seeing the vague silhouette of White Terror as she scanned the area around her, the platinum hair girls leaped a few hefty times and caught up with her king, keeping behind the girl until they finally made it to their Guild Hall. Vaulting past her leader she'd search for a certain somebody, shading her eyes as she took a good look at all the present members.

"[i]So many.. You know it's getting hard to find people, going to need to start handing out name tags. And it's Amnesty here in Deep Ground.[/i]" She said quietly to her leader, in a playful matter-of-fact tone.

She continued beaming a smile to herself, the thought of what outcome visiting the mysterious Black King could have, too many fun outcomes to pick one. One if there was a massive crowd of people lined of to join the Ebony Strykers? Maybe they'd turn on us and we'd have to call for our own to defend us, it'd be an all out brawl, that'd be fun. But waiting was pretty dull, so Amnesty popped a squat on the floor and rested her chin in the palm of her hand for now. 

"[i]I'm going to flirt with someone, come find me when Meilin shows up. Shouldn't be too hard to find me, your highness.[/i]" Amnesty winked to White before darting off into a rambunctious area of the crowd. As she entered the center of this crowd a few voices screamed "[b]Aimee![/b]" excited by her appearance.

"[i]How's the scores going? Hope none of you are going to end up homeless.[/i]" She said in a monotonous way, sitting in a small chair against one of the 'climbing pillars'. 

"[b]Above average, nothing special though.[/b]" Said a shorter male brawler with black and grey hair.

"[b]No comment.[/b]" Said a female who seemed to be a healer with straight blonde hair.

"[i]That's better than bad I guess.[/i]" Amnesty gave a soft smile to the two, whom seemed to be acquainted with her.