[h3]Reese Hemlock[/h3]
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Sometimes, Reese figured she should read more books. It could've helped get her points across and also understand others' points better- two birds with one stone. Reese blamed no one but herself for getting the undesired reaction from the odd woman. As Pascal would say, [i]"All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone."[/i]

In her case, she fucked up the instant moment she walked in, anyway. Might as well own up to it.

Confused at what [color=fff200]"Merveilleuse"[/color] would marvelously translate to, Reese instead kept her attention on the rest of Soraya's words.

[quote=Soraya Labelle][color=fff200]"Then I shall start with my attribute. It's nothing flashy - just a [i]suit of armor[/i] I can wear that will allow me to bear the brunt of attacks from anything."[/color][/quote]
For the first time in a while, Reese found herself staring at Soraya not due to aggravation. A human tank, capable of moving without being planted in one area. She didn't know how effective her supposed suit was, but with that kind of attitude, Reese doubted Soraya's attribute being useless.

If anything, it could mesh together for some decent tanking if the blond guy's healing was useful. Pretty useful for someone with a one-dimensional attribute like her own.

She gave Soraya a brief nod before the Prospector suddenly showed up. He still wore the stupid hat.

All thoughts of his physical appearance left as soon as he announced that the Rift had opened. The thing she was here for finally arrived.

As soon as Soraya began moving, Reese followed, though far less elegantly. Whereas Soraya weaved through the crowds swiftly, Reese resorted to just shoving and sometimes tripping the people in her way, her eyes moving left and right to make sure nobody would obstruct her way for more than a second. An unlucky man attempted to shove past her before she sent a foot crashing between his legs.

Almost tempted to take out her pipe and smack people with it, she instead focused on keeping up with her so-called partner. Reese smoothly got in the vehicle Soraya entered.

...Like hell she did. She almost tripped and had to catch Soraya's hand, begrudgingly dragging herself in.

As she settled in the vehicle, Reese quickly glanced between the people in it. The man with the shotgun whose attribute had to do something with physiology automatically indicated him towards being a close-ranged type of person. He also wore a vest with ammunition to complement his firearm. There was also the gruff blond man- Marxion, if she remembered hearing correctly- who didn't seem like the type to not prefer close-combat as well.

Reese simply stared at Jules with a blank look for a few seconds before looking away.

[color=f26522]"Reese,"[/color] she stated flatly as she unzipped her hoodie. [color=f26522]"If I hit something, it gets easier to keep doing it."[/color]

Taking out a pistol, she quietly checked if the safety switch wasn't flicked off before checking the few magazines she had in her hoodie. She kept a battered iron pipe between her legs while she checked her things.


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