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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Inside Sentinel HQ
[b][u]Interacting With: Mamba [@Scarifar], & J.J. [@Lmpkio][/u][/b] [/center]

Through the momentary lapses of being able to distinguish shapes, Scorn realized that someone had approached her and halted her spinning to see who it was. In appearance the person seemed rather normal but she must of been somehow special to get invited to this crowd of people of so called heroes and not so pleasant types. She decided to play nice however for the time figuring it was better to at least make a few friends before making enemies.

[color=orange]"Indeed, I was,"[/color] she said facing the other woman giving a friendly smile [color=orange]",Amazing how simple things can be fun when you are missing a few marbles up top."[/color] 

The conversation didn't get long underway until another person joined in. Scorn saw it to be the other woman who shared her taste of style, dressed up as a pirate.

[color=orange]"Oh just peachy I think.... Yes just peachy,"[/color]  she said having briefly having an internal monologue to herself on whether or not that was how she felt or not [color=orange]",I mean this is all better then the previous room I was stuck in so can't complain much I guess. Ah but manners, where are they? My name is the ever so lovely Scorn or I guess Ada could do as well though I much prefer my code-name."[/color] She added. Scorn hadn't used her birth-name in years and preferred it that way, having too many shattered memories of the past of a broken girl that hid deep within.