[h2][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190224/1b6074b6f1ce13873171ed5e4e501dd0.png[/img][/h2][hr]Opal´s eyes scanned the cramped interior of the aircraft to examine the weapons of everybody else on board. They seemed well equipped to survive, for the most part. Her face had no trace of emotion save for the tightening of her jaw at the mention of teams and leaders. Those charades with making acronyms and having to play babysitter... she didn´t like the idea of it. Relying on others made you soft. If you couldn´t pick yourself back up after a fall, how were you supposed to put up a fight? Regardless, she was one of the first to speak, putting her solitary nature aside to charge the question head on.

[color=6fabcc]"Opal."[/color] she stated. There was yet to be a team attached to her, and so the word felt blunt and empty. [color=6fabcc]"Jalatl."[/color] she added. 

If one of her teammates acted like that silver haired youth or the chipper girl, she wasn´t sure how she´d be able to get a good career out of this. The girl´s "weapon" was one of the most bizarre to Opal, bringing to mind the image of a hyperactive little bird flitting inside of a cage.