[color=f7976a][center][h2]Io[/h2][/center][/color]

Io narrowed her eye as the rest of the Daybreakers made their way to the center. A effeminate man, an old man, a average looking woman, and a vibrantly dress young girl. Appearances didn't matter too much. She had varying opinions on all of them but for now she had to take what she could get.

[i]Observe them[/i]

That's what she would do. Keep an eye on them and see which of them is suited for her future in this world.

[@Mogwar]
[color=f7976a]What information is there to amplify? We go there, kill the Tyrant, and then we go. Save whatever survivors there are. [/color] Io said, casting a glance at him. Her voice, a contrast to her bossy and angry demeanor, did have a bit of a childish nasally pitch to it. Not too noticeable, unless someone listened close. [color=f7976a]There is little else to know, for now we need to save discussion for the battlefield, unless we want to waste more time.[/color]

[@CyanideSweetie]
This one bothered her. Too upbeat. Acted like a child. Still, optimism did have its place in the battlefield. Io spoke up to her in response, ignoring her question with a criticism. [color=f7976a]Optimism is good for morale. But it's distracting and could compromise the mission. Hope you understand this.[/color]

[@Eleos][@Flamelord]
The woman was right... This could very well turn into a rescue mission. If they took even longer, it could be a clean up job as well. [color=f7976a]I'll be going then. If any of you want to follow behind, you're more than welcome.[/color] With that, Io began heading for the entrance to the surface. Tempermental, headstrong, and impatient. The makings of a fearsome Daybreaker.