[center][h2]Arcadia[/h2][/center]

Onweer’s eyes ran over her reflection in the mirror. The attire was fiery, bold, provocative. It revealed too much of her lightly tanned skin to be completely official but she did have the father cloak draping over her shoulders and covering her back so chances were it would obscure some of it when she wasn’t moving. The first time she’d visit the HQ in Arcadia and she looked like a circus performer… but that’s how it should be. Back in her CMAS days she’d always dressed appropriately, perhaps even a bit too manly, careful not to let anyone think her position had anything to do with her looks. But that had been Garnet Daybreak. Onweer was a Diver, and with the new persona came a new wardrobe. Divers were notoriously hung up on their “individuality” and “freedom” and this confident and cheeky girl in the mirror was hers.

A slight crook to her lips cracking the otherwise serious expression and betraying her emotions. Then again, she had a reason to be proud. After years of running from those narrow-minded men and women who had no notion of advancement and considered mind-magic pure evil, after years of living on the streets and hiding among beggars and thieves, it felt nice to be back in the civilised world. Not that she minded being a Diver, roaming around and discovering shiny trinkets had its own charm in a way… but the power-play you got when you belonged to an institution, all the little intrigues and machinations, the way some people looked up to you while you were looking up to someone else… that’s where her heart lay. Way at the top of it all, surely, but a slow, steady pace was sure to bring her there one day. 

The launching of project S-S was more than she could have ever hoped for, the perfect opportunity to turn a mistake into a stepping stone. Who’d have thought that falling from the position of a CMAS mage, then becoming a Diver only to be employed by CMAS again, this time in a completely new role? The irony almost made her laugh. So what if they called her Junker? Her position was the best one in the world, offering her a perfect view on both sides. It was everything she’d ever wished for. Well, almost.  

Onweer detached herself from the mirror and went to get her provisions. A backpack with some food in it, a flask of water and her staff. As a Diver she was always travelling light, only taking as much as she could carry and hover with. However, now that she was a Junker, maybe she could hope for something fancier? A horse? A gun? Maybe even some charged amulets or some interesting books on the arcane? The anticipation made her giddy. And who would she work with? Hopefully they’d be knowledgeable and wise. Or rash and funny. 

She threw the backpack across her shoulder and, using the staff as a walking-stick, made her way to the meeting point. This was going to be a helluva adventure!