[center][h1][u][b]Brooke[/b][/u][/h1][/center]

	Brooke was feeling kind of nervous. Which wasn't exactly unheard of. She had lost all of her momentum and many of the people she had succeeded in introducing herself too were now near the equator and she was once again in a room filled with mostly strangers. Bad luck. She adjusted her glassed and then stuffed her hands into her zipped up green hoodie. Everything was a little chillier on the east coast compared to the west coast. So she was having to adapt to that. Not like she would complain out loud though, lest she be subjected to a thousand years of "You think THIS is cold!?". She would just keep it to herself.

	Much like she should probably keep her thoughts about this plan to herself. Brooke shifted uncomfortably, glancing around to gauge the others reactions. Patricia Donnelly, the superhero who was made the focus of the recent coup, immediately seemed onboard. Brooke wrinkled her nose. The man who called himself Alpha seemed wary, as well as Cerise. Brooke actually knew everyone here's name, of course. Christina and Blake and Eliza and Rumi were the others in the room.

	Brooke cleared her throat and spoke up. [b]"Um...hi. My name's Brooke Everette. I'm a transfer from LATCH. I meant to get around to everyone but...now the people I met are all on vacation. S-so, y'know, that kinda makes things awkward for me!"[/b] She laughed anxiously, waving at everyone.

	[b]"Um, um, okay, I'm sorry,"[/b] Brooke leaned forward toward Christina and the others her voice getting very high pitch. [b]"Wh-whyyy? Why, are we doing this? Going undercover? I'm not- I'm not- an actress? I get stage fright? Question mark? I mean I've played Dungeons and Dragons before but doing a silly voice was always the hardest- I mean- playing a character is...not life or death. Right?"[/b] She said, not stopping talking. 

	[b]"What if I just, like, attached myself to the under side of the boat with my hard light powers and just hid under there until something inevitably explodes?"[/b] She asked, borderline pleading. After a moment she seemed to concede under the pressure and went along with the plan, even if there was no pressure at all.

	She rubbed her face. [b]"Or...maybe I'll just...be someone's evil silent bodyguard. That way I don't have to, uh, talk. Or, do anything."[/b] She stared off into the middle distance for a moment. 

	[b]"I'm thinking something like...this?"[/b] She suddenly rose from her chair. Taking a few steps back, she looked down at herself and concentrated. From thin air sabatons, gauntlets, shoulder pauldrons, a chest plate and leggings all began to materialize out of thin air. They strapped themselves onto her and became opaque. They were grey in color but slowly darkened into being black. A helmet covered her face and she grew one foot in height as the armor completed itself and she made her legs longer. It was all spiky and hard edges. She summoned a massive greatsword as well. She looked like a fantasy knight from a grimdark world, and it was quite corny.

	Her less than imposing voice echoed from underneath the helmet. [b]"F-fear me...I...I am Hurt...you...I am Lord...Um..."[/b] She hesitated for a moment. [b]"Hurtpain Murderdeath McMaimKill!"[/b] She announced. Her voice attempted to rise with confidence, and she rose her sword in the air, aswell.