[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=FF8CBD]Tinley Abercrombie[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media1.tenor.com/images/e429af32f124fa4902f5802b358c74ac/tenor.gif?itemid=9411991[/img][hr][hr][b][color=FF8CBD]Location:[/color][/b] Cargo Hold Trainng Ground
[b][color=FF8CBD]Skills:[/color][/b] Hand-to-Hand Combat, Force Field Generation[/center][hr]

Tinley appreciated the alone time. Not being bothered by anyone. As much as she enjoyed the work, the leadership role, it weighed on her heavily. She knew she had people looking up to her, people upset with her. Niah, for one. She felt the girl could be trusted until she decided to pick up those earplugs. It was a small slap to her face that she wasn't trusted. She knew she mind controlled Novikova, but with good intention and she would not do such unless it was called for. And Novi was safe. Even if Sparks wasn't.

And that pissed her off too because she was partly to blame for that. She hit the dummy a few more times before she formed a shield around it. At first, it dissipated. Then she got a hold and picked the dummy up, holding it above her. Then she sent it smashing against the wall with a scream. She was frustrated, pissed, angry, and upset. A not-so-good combination of things. She wanted a mission. Desperately, to get her mind off things. She wanted this Quantum Realm business done and over with.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=841536]Tempest Renroir[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/K555.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=841536]Location:[/color][/b] The Playground (Tempest's Room)
[b][color=841536]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Tempest nearly fell out of her chair when the alert sounded. She had helped add extra security measures to the Playground, but hadn't expected much to show up yet. One look at the camera showed her a man. He was cute too, which means he was probably gay. Still, he shouldn't be there. She opened up the communication system and spoke though the microphone attached. It would sound like a loud, booming voce much like the Wizard of Oz.

[color=841536]"Who dares intrude upon the Old Wise One? Have you come with an offering of 20 virgins? Or perhaps the blood of a newborn babe? Or the latest iPhone since I cannot seem to get my hands on one. Get it? Cuz I have no hands? Ah tough crowd. Anywho, WHO ARE YOU MORTAL AND WHY DO YOU DISTURB ME SO?"[/color]

Tempest patted herself on the back. Job well done, thus far.