[color=007236][centre][h2][b][.]Vern Phelps[.][/b][/h2][/centre][/color]
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As soon as Vern had entered the aesthetically pleasing room, he immediately noticed the authentic pieces of seating and dazzling colours around. It was almost like sending a kid into a house full of his most treasured toys, in triple scale-size. That was the first awestruck feeling Vern had felt since his initiation as a Hunter, the one before that being in his Weapon-Designer days when he arrived onto the HQ for the first time. Travelling had always been such a thing that left the man in his own world, and a ship as big and unique as this was only begging to have discoveries made. However, Vern never really had the time to do these things.

Vern then regained his vision of reality, returning to the body he was in. His eyes drew away from the artistic designs of some narrow details towards where he really was...Who he was really in a room with...He looked at the group inside. Pausing at the door-frame, he took the next few moments to study who was who. Two swordsmen, chanting away at one another, [i]likely about swords[/i], both at one side. They seemed averagely sized, in terms of height, though build was roughly similar to his own, yet being thinner in their own ways. Their weapons were large, uncomplicated designs. A simple manner of hack 'n' slash was definitely a popular choice within Echo's ranks. Next, on the adjacent wall, were two female figures. Ferens, of course. One was at an almost embarrassing height, if Vern were in her boots, bearing some sort of wings. They were pretty large, in fact, and were quite a sight for someone as unknown as Vern. She was dressed in casual clothing, in a similar way to his own attire, but with more simplicity. There was no family insignia. There was no hooded cape. The second, however, was much more formally dressed. Emphasis on [i]Formal[/i], it was more of a battle-ready outfit, combined into the unique look of a crystal-white dress. That was what at least Vern identified it as.

Before Vern continued to eye the rest of the group, he awkwardly made his way over to an empty wall. It was absent in the terms of any of his [i]comrades[/i], which made him feel the slightest bit more comfortable with the room. Crowding around one another can always be a tricky situation when out of combat, and one such as himself did not appreciate this when those anonymous to him. Vern allowed himself to take two unsteady breathers, allowing himself to come to somewhat balance against his nerves. From the little he had observed, half of these individuals had some sort of [i]open[/i] personality to share amongst one another. Looking back upon the two guys he'd spotted first, they turned towards the door, smirking amongst themselves and such. Soon enough, his eyes followed slowly towards the door, as an armoured female entered. Once again, he seemed to be completely oblivious to anyone's identities, as a voice caught his ears from the first wall.

[color=598527][b]"Shae Arca? No, there's no way. There is no way that [i]I[/i] am special enough to be led by Shae 'Goddamn' Arca."[/b][/color] At that moment, a thought sparked in his mind. It was almost as if a thousand feet had just kicked him senselessly in the head to try and get him to realise his knowledge. He finally came to the sense of what he knew, and spoke it out to himself...

[color=007236]"Uhh...Who's Shae Arca?"[/color]