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[color=ffb7c5][center][h3][b]Annabelle Valentine[/b]
Armory[/h3][/center][/color]

[i]What in the world does he mean by that? Sun and stars what now? It's a dig at me not being a natural blonde isn't it? Or is he trying to flatter me by saying I'm the sun to this Krysanthe person's star? Damn you and your cryptic bullshit, Gren![/i]

Annabelle was saved from spiralling into a pit of madness of her own creation by Oswald, albeit indirectly. The large man mentioned something about last Friday, and the subtle shift in Emerald's demeanor caught her attention, pulling her out of her musings and back to the here and now. Tuned into Emerald's mood as she was, she could see now that Oswald's own statement had put him into a foul state. The fact that Anna had yet to meet their team leader was starting to feel a little ominous. She hadn't heard much about Diamond so far and she hadn't gotten the impression that anything was seriously wrong. But Oswald and Emerald had been pretty beat up... 

Thankfully the topic quickly switched back to the projects at hand before Anna herself felt the need to come up with a distraction of her own. And what better distractions could there be than hand cannons, shield generators, and goggles? [i]Actually a few things immediately come to mind buuuutt those things are good enough.[/i]

She leaned forward more closely examining the many drawings and notes scattered across the table. She hadn't even noticed she had gotten up on her knees on the bench, intently and excitedly putting everything together in various ways in her head. Before long she was completely immersed in the projects, and her hips began swaying from side to side as more and more possibilities came to her. Her eyes were bright and focused intensely on the work she had promised to help with, and she kept one ear tuned into the theoretical chatter though she was practically in a different world at this point. She even started muttering out loud as her thoughts raced.

[Color=ffb7c5]"Yep, super revolver quick and easy, buuuutt could design a customized, oversized frame. Ozzie has-"[/color] She glanced at his hands and nodded to herself. [Color=ffb7c5]"-yes, big hands. He can take it. Could push a huge cylinder, very bulky but slow slow reload. Every shot counts, right? Duh. Rhetorical, Valentine. Sword is... Oh that's just gonna be too much fun. Better watch our fingers, though... Hmmmmm."[/color] She propped herself up on her hands and briefly looked up at the ceiling in silent contemplation.

[Color=ffb7c5]"But all of that can wait, can't it? The [b]real[/b] treat here... from the start..."[/color] She stopped swaying and suddenly locked Oswald in an intense stare. 

[Color=ffb7c5][b]"The shield."[/b][/color]

Anna stared at Oswald like this for a few seconds then broke into a grin and knelt back down on the bench. [i]That's right, Gren mentioned funds. Well, well, well, don't I know a certain someone with a decent amount of lien? Oh, that's [b]me![/b][/i] She giggled at herself and her personal credit card appeared in her hand. [Color=ffb7c5]"I can help with this shield in so many ways. Not the least being,"[/color] She propped her head up on one arm and held up the card. [Color=ffb7c5]",the [b]ridiculous[/b] price tag attached to this gem of a project. [b]But![/b]"[/color] The card vanished as quickly as it had appeared and Anna was leaning forward again looking at everyone in turn. [Color=ffb7c5]"I want Tiger to have his own shield generator, and pretty much the opposite of Ozzie's strength over duration. While I [b]could[/b] figure it out myself with enough time, it would go much faster with help. And..."[/color] She sat back down and put her hands in her lap. 

[Color=ffb7c5]"I would like to make that with friends."[/color]