[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) -> Kitchen House
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Finally! If Faith had to spend one more minute in that room with these random people not doing anything, she would have choked someone. Probably the girl who smirked at her scolding. She looked like she could use a smack in the face. Faith followed the group, eyeing her surroundings and taking note of everything. If her life in Georgia taught her anything, it was to have a backup plan, plot things out, and kill or be killed. Since it seemed like all of these would apply here, she made a mental note in case things went south.

As they went outside to the Oak Tree, Faith wondered what the man meant by weapon practice. Would they be using standard weapons like guns? Or were they outdated here too, relying on old ones like swords and crossbows? Practice couldn't hurt, but then again, Faith questions what they would be fighting, if anything? What enemies did they now have? And what, exactly, was their job? These questions plagued her to the point she wanted to shout them out at any of the Emendators she saw. But she had a feeling it would be in vain. That they would merely smirk and say "Save your questions for the end!" One of the women with them asked questions in some ridiculous accent and she felt herself getting incredibly annoyed.

She could just punch someone.

The last stop was the Kitchen house. The fact they had a separate house just for the kitchen bothered her. Why couldn't they have the kitchen in the main house? Surely in this topsy-turvy time, they found themselves in could provide that? What, they didn't have an Emendator who's power was interior decorating? Didn't Evalyn mention someone who made their rooms? Couldn't they do something? God this was irritating. Still, she followed the others, biting her tongue to the point it was about to bleed. These questions would be answered soon.

They better be.