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[h2][color=#ccccff]Elvira Pustoy[/color][/h2]
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Alls well that ends well. Elvira wasn't needed to look after the exhausted Jett even if his rapid depletion in energy levels was her fault. A boy somewhat taller than her had approached with the power of food and generosity; the true makings of a guardian angel. He looked friendly enough though he didn't gain much of Elvira's attention; everything about him was the exact opposite of the girl she was after. Two arms, eye goggles, and his physique was one she wouldn't exactly assume to be capable of ninja-like swiftness. Not to mention the clear difference in gender. Unless...

Elvira clasped her hands in front of her, allowed herself to lean forward upon the very tips of her boots with impeccable balance, and peered into his face. An action that wouldn't have been so intimidating if not for the way her eyes insisted on locking onto his, even if they weren't currently [i]open[/i] and focused upon her in the first place. The girl had been taught to not speak unless spoken too, so she employed means of encouraging conversation. The stare was simply one of them. It tended to make people fidget; caused eyes to shift or shoulders to stiffen. Rarely, she got a reaction other than unidentifiable awkwardness. When she did, it truly proved to be a pleasant surprise.  

[@Lucius Cypher] [@Aerandir]