[h1]Acheri Solomon: We've Made Worse Choices[/h1]
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"Five."

The (relatively) diminutive half-Hopi corrected, following her current orbit towards the gathering group with a single step forward. The voice in the back of her head that spoke of common sense was protesting, but Acheri wasn't listening. Go, East, and Soleil were going. There was a dose of ego there, refusing to back down while they were stepping up, but there were two doses of enthusiasm for every one. She may not have won the superpower lottery like some people [s]named Eastwood Evans for example[/s] but she knew how to fight, which made her (even more) of a minority in the group. The closest thing she had to a crew was going in. Made things real simple. She needed to back 'em up. Besides, she'd been looking for a better way to train, now hadn't she?

She casually unzipped the sweatshirt she had pulled on over her exercise clothes and tossed it in the general direction of the coat hooks, were it caught and hung stably. Which made it look a lot cooler than she'd really expected it to be. Then she reached out with her will, stretching those new muscles again, towards the tethered dimension. It was always an odd sensation; she couldn't see it, but she [i]knew[/i] it was there and knew what was in it. It was how she knew where to pull things back from. Like, for example, her hapkido staff. Which wasn't really an example, it was actually what she was retrieving. Once it was in hand she rested it easily on her shoulder, casually surveying the rest of the assembled group with a cheerful, excited, and anticipatory pair of green eyes.

"Can't let you rookies mess up, can I?"