[b]Tartys[/b]

While Tartys could see what Dora was trying to get at, it did not really make her more inclined to go at a quicker pace. They didn't seem like they were in that much of a hurry, especially since the next battle wouldn't begin until the outcome of the rescue mission had been determined. But there wasn't much she could do about it, and she picked up the pace to keep Dora from dragging her wholesale through the halls of the capital. 

"I think that can be done at a walk and with a pleasant chat," she added, not that it did anything to deter the dwarf. Soon they were at their destination, and they found someone exiting the pub with glasses in hand, obviously having decided that he wouldn't stick around but not wanting to leave his drink behind. Though why he hadn't just taken a bottle or something was a mystery to her.

She shot a glare at Dora for a moment before nodding to their new companion. "I am Tartys, Angel of the Second Hour of Night. And as she said, the battle went well." A moment later she found herself pulled into the bar along with the man, Dora managing it somehow. "Fine, but you're paying," she said to Dora before looking to her companion. "So, what's your name?"

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[b]Tatiana Lorenz[/b]

While Tatiana could have just wasted her time away floating in the skies above the capital, she at least recognized that it wouldn't be a productive use of her time. Sure, it could be done in moderation, but after all that panic and running she wasn't really in the mood for it.

So she wound up in one of the Machina training facilities, zipping back and forth through an obstacle course with rifles drawn. It was simple really. She just had to pass through the hoops and shoot any targets that appeared. Of course with the Machina involved it was rarely that simple, but she was used to it by now. Muscles flexed with exertion as she rolled in midair, bringing her rifle to bear before firing with a beam of light. 

So she hadn't been brought on the mission, big deal. There was always the next battle to worry about, and that was what she focused on. A slight adjustment of her thrusters brought her in for a snap turn, dodging a laser bolt before firing at the drone that had shot at her. With how cheap death was in the Nexus, they could afford to use lethal ammunition in their training. It provided something of a learning experience for those who were trying to improve. 

A few last feet and she finished the course, guns deactivating and green lights flaring up. She looked over the results with a nod of satisfaction, wiping some sweat off her brow. It was good, but there were a few points where she hadn't done that well. That would need to be improved. "Again," she said before reactivating the training course. Time to do it over.