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[center][h3][color=red]Rosalyn Bell[/color][/h3][/center]
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Rosalyn found this director... Annoying.  To an extent.  Really, Yuna seemed too happy-go-lucky to be a director of a foundation like Chaldea.  Slowly, she began to feel that her time here was being... Squandered.  Truly this girl couldn't be the director? Rosalyn began to wonder if she had failed somewhere to end up in this situation surrounded by people younger than her. One more so than the others though, as Rosalyn began to simultaneously ponder what skills this young girl carried, the decision making of those in charge of Chaldea to allow one so young to be here and her own abilities to be on the same level as her despite the twenty year difference.  

That all didn't matter too much at the moment anyhow. Rosalyn was attempting to listen to what could be described as a speech by the director, though the intermittent banter between her and her assistant made Rosalyn a bit more worried.  She sat back and crossed her legs as she watched.  The freezing temperature didn't really bother her as her clothes might show off.  She was still wearing her jeans, midriff showing button-up shirt and a jacket with an unlit cigarette in her mouth for looks alone.  Her magecraft was a blessing in this sort of situation since she could mostly keep herself warm.  Still, she couldn't help but wonder why the people in charge her would let it get this cold when it could get someone sick.  To be fair, Rosalyn would still most likely tell them to toughen up and get over it.

Though, that most goes toward those that would be the same role as her.  She didn't feel quite the same for the assistant woman.  Perhaps pity was the the feeling, as she would hate having to act the role of assistant to that sort of director from the amount of information she had.  So when she asked if they could quickly introduce themselves she was happy enough to oblige, though a certain painter girl beat her to the punch.

Rosalyn was fairly familiar with Marietta by now. A couple of interactions that was more than she had with the other two masters-to-be.  She listened to Marietta give a quick explanation of herself and waited for her finish.  She scratched at her hed and stood up, removing the cigarette from her mouth as she did.  [color=red]"Suppose I'll go next."[/color]  Rosalyn mentioned, looking around the room.  [color=red]"Name's Rosalyn Bell.  Chain smoker, specialty is Fire Magecraft and some minor healing magecraft.  I'm also a trained Masseuse so if anyone gets sore should--"[/color]  She looked first at Marietta and then Liliana then to the director and her assistant.  Maybe the assistant, but probably not the others.  Hard to tell with all the clothes on.  [color=red]"Or rather, anything. I can help. For a price."[/color]  With that, she replaced the unlit cigarette in her mouth, took a slight bow and sat down then looking to the other two who have yet to introduce themselves.