[center][h1][color=39b54a]Paula Dirac-The Irrational Mage[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Clock Tower, on the way to Doctor Orson's Office[/h2][/center]

The sound of heels echoed through the halls of the Clocktower as a studious woman with substantial assets made her way to Orson's office. She was fairly miffed. Her work had been interrupted so she was frantically scribbling down some complicated looking algebraic equations on some scraps of paper. She was yelling her internal thoughts all the way.

[color=39b54a]"I can't believe I have to drop [i]everything[/i] to pacify some stupid rogue mages that want to open a way to the Root. If the Clocktower wants to reach The Root so badly then they'd be better off waiting for the Grey's to get bored and off themselves, then send me in to nab the Grail last second! God! Any grade student could tell the best solutions are usually the simplest..."[/color]

She prattled on to herself, earning her odd or annoyed looks from others as she passed. Finally, she made it to the Doctor's office and kicked that door down. She scanned her future companions, seemingly unimpressed.

[color=39b54a]"Alright, fuckos! I was on the verge of solving the Bombieri-Lang conjecture. Let's get this meeting over with quickly so we can go kill those idiots and grab the Grail so I can get back to important shit like math problems![/color]