[center][h3][color=999999]Yrhen Oharra[/color][/h3]
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[i]This is getting... almost creepy. His personality is almost just like Pe'pe, on top of everything else.[/i]

Listening and watching very carefully Yrhen's decision was made on his level of competence. And she knew she definitely needed this guy on her team before someone else tried to steal him away. Even if he was a psychopath or some other kind of deviant behind that smile, right now she needed someone reliable like this. But she knew she couldn't look too eager; such a thing was an easily exploitable weakness after all. 

[i]Twelve years? I only have about eight under my belt. And I bet he's familiar with more than just a few different models. And seven years of [b]gravity[/b] magic? That must take way more energy than my own techniques. I couldn't even attempt something like that without passing out. The way he talks, and how easy that levitation looked for him... formal training? Dammit, I should have known! It looks like I'm the useless one after all.[/i]

Yrhen kept her thoughts and emotions off her face thanks to a lifetime of practice, but her confidence had taken another dive. If this was just the first person she met and he had that much more experience than her, how well trained were the others? She dropped her duffel on the ground in front of her and knelt down to open it. She started taking out her weapons and ammunition. [i]Bet that train conductor would have had a fit if he knew I was carrying all this on me.[/i]

[Color=999999]"I suppose you'll do, Alex. You can call me Oharra. And it should be obvious what I do."[/color] 

She grabbed an enormous thirteen millimeter round from her bag and took her rifle off her shoulder. She looked up pointedly as she loaded the bullet in a practiced, efficient motion. She then went back to retrieving and checking her backup weaponry, which included an unusual piece, a sharpened steel boomerang. At the same time she took these things out she hastily grabbed her own hand-me-down condenser and stuffed that into a pocket. It was a very old model her grandparents used, with far less capacity than modern Condensers. She would prefer not to advertise the fact that most of her equipment was low budget.

[Color=999999]"I prefer to conserve my magic when a bullet will do. I don't do show and tell."[/color] [i]More like I can't afford to demonstrate...[/i]

As soon as she had everything in its proper place she stood and slung her rifle over her shoulder again. 

[Color=999999]"Third member. Need someone who's not a complete idiot."[/color]