[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31200000/AshleyBenson-ashley-benson-31248569-500-239.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room)
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith listened intently as the old woman (considering she was 3,000 years old, Faith felt secure in calling her that) spoke, making mental notes in her head. All this did was add more questions, but it did answer some of the burning questions she had. First off, why was she The Dice? She showcased that particular skill quite well. The other Emendators she would have to see for herself.

Sure enough, one of the other ones in the room showcased his talent by transforming into quite the handsome Viking. A handy skill, to be sure. She wondered what abilities she possessed. Could she feel them? Hopefully they were badass. She wouldn't settle for anything less.

One of her numbers spoke up and Faith turned to see him. An African American man was the voice and his words were probably meant to be a joke, but Faith didn't really understand it. It didn't matter though.

Faith had already determined her lack of a period which she concluded meant no snotty brats coming out of her whoosit. Another perk to add to the list. What struck Faith the most was that they weren't the first group. Evelina had mentioned others a few times. What became of them? Were they still out and about or were they....deader than dead? She was also pissed she wouldn't be allowed to go back. No, there would be a way. Whether ghost or physical, Faith would not let that bitch live another second.