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[center][color=ed1c24]Allie // Tiferet[/color][/center][center][sub][color=1a7b30]LOCALE // Outskirts of the dungeon[/color][/sub][/center][center][sub][color=1a7b30]TIME // Early afternoon[/color][/sub][/center]
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[url=http://youtube.com/watch/?v=DhUdOO9UNwY]As the sparks flew between her other party members,[/url] Tiferet kept to the sidelines and watched, trying not to burst out laughing. The whole thing was priceless, really, between Mirage's deadpan humor, Graves' short temper, and Landon playing the hero, and subsequently getting decked. Tiferet honestly wished that Pariah had some sort of camera function, just so she could have taken a snapshot of Landon's face riiight when the fist connected. Of course, everyone came out alright-ish in the end, though Landon had apparently used some neat little potion-thing to help absorb the damage. Tiferet made a mental note to ask him how those were made later; maybe she could end up making some herself.

Tiferet was momentarily distracted by one of the other resident mages - Red-something? - setting off a massive explosion. She wasn't sure exactly [i]why[/i] the other woman had done such a thing, but fortunately her spell hadn't scared out any monsters, from the dungeon or otherwise. Not that Tiferet would have expected any; the journey there had been amazingly quiet. After the initial trepidation wore off, Tiferet returned to her previous position of leaning against a tree and snickering quietly to herself, while listening in on the conversation some of the more leader-y types were having. Seemed like they were having a discussion as to who should lead the party properly. Tiferet silently put her vote in for Elian; she knew for a fact that the dancer was a pretty decent leader, so long as the situation didn't get too out of hand. However, she kept her eyes on Graves, instead. Something told her that there was more to the tank than met the eye.