[center][h2][color=DAA520]Yui Ren[/color][/h2][/center]
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Yui shook her head and grinned at Stephan’s comment. [color=DAA520]”That’s a sucker’s bet and you know it.”[/color] She said. Sitting cross-legged with her back against a largish rock, she had the breech of her gun open and was in the process of cleaning the barrel and the various moving parts with a fine oil; the desert dust could be murder on intricate devices like this.

She knew her weapon well enough that she no longer needed to look at what she was doing as she cleaned. [color=DAA520]”A more interesting bet would be on [i]what[/i] killed them.”[/color] pointing the rifle into the air, she tensioned the trigger and dry fired the gun a few times to feel how the action was working. [color=DAA520]”I’ve got 50 that says some desert beast got ‘em.”[/color] Satisfied by what she felt, she loaded a cartridge but left the trigger un-tensioned for the moment.

Packing up her cleaning kit, she stretched her legs and yawned, taking in her surroundings. [color=DAA520][i]What’s with that?[/i][/color] She thought as she saw a dark flicker on Jenramo’s face. She realized he’d been looking towards their sentries, and more specifically Gwendolyn. She knew the two of them didn’t really get on, but Yui was still a newcomer and had yet to figure out all of the interplay between the rest of the Irregulars.