Minerva Fairchild - 

"Well, that settles it then I believe," she began coolly, with her hand falling to rest at her side instead of on the hilt of her weapon. "I'll be here at the ready when my skill set is required. That, and whenever my membership is officially accepted by the Master of this house." Sharply cut silent with the outburst of another in spite over the other's wit, the Magi simply rolled her eyes in response. Unimpressive as brash behavior was, it certainly held a common theme with those involved with guilds in general. 

"Now now..." Her voice carried over the temperament concisely with a resolute tone as her eyes fluttered to a shut. "No need to get violent here, I do suggest that you move your conflict outdoors if you both find suit to it." Bearing a sense of subtle viciousness hiding beneath it all, the girl's eyes sharply opened with a sapphire spark that crackled across both her pupils before settling into her steadfast calm once again. Buffoonery wasn't necessarily something she had been allowed in her life, and more oft than not she considered it a weakness. 

As her cousin had always taught her: [i]Best to be quiet and be considered a fool, rather than open your mouth and remove any [b]doubt[/b].[/i]

With her stern demeanor cast aside, the Fairchild returned to her nonchalant stance. "Actually..." she muttered in a whisper. "Would either of you care for a spar? I need to insure that my edge stays [i]sharp[/i]."