[color=OrangeRed][h3]Angela Degrasse[/h3][/color] Someone in her family had to have known what the deal with this little mission was, Angela assessed as she listened to the others being offered incentives to come onboard, as if protecting the city (and being able to brag about killing a rex) wasn't enough of a reward in and of itself. The fallen paladin being won over by booze was a touch appalling to Angela’s sensibilities (a somewhat hypocritical assessment given last night’s exessess, yes, but she did at least have the decency to keep the drinking to night time) but the fact that he too was on good terms with the director was very interesting. As was the fact that Elpidio was capable of manipulating the brass to get more acclimation for the participants of the mission, something he used to try and convince the final member of this little meeting. Gold, accolades, dinner with important people. All fine, and apparently slightly undeserved, rewards. Angela found herself nodding along to his comments about how good marbled steak was, and then briefly wondered how he knew that she knew what i was like. It could have been a guess made by him based on her demeanor, but Elpidio was showing himself to be quite a bit more cunning than her skin deep impressions/analysis of him would have given him credit. She had to wonder if the fame Frederica (or Rika as she mentioned preferring to be called) had acquired was built upon this man’s machinations, at least in part. She felt a brief moment of sourness and jealousy at that, before recognizing that she was being hypocritical. She had her ins after all, one that had gotten her here to this very opportunity. Before she could start thinking about how to use this to her advantage however, there was the small matter of taking down a legendary beast standing in the way of the rewards and so once Elpidio had left them to their planning she focused her mind on that. It would be useful to at the very least know the parts the others could play, lest they run the risk of fatally tripping over one-another’s acts, so she was all for going over at least that rather than rushing in. Rika began, and immediately gave them another dose of her personality and a basic rundown of her talents, before being cutely embarrassed by her own words and/or the memory of others praise and passing the torch to Angela while mistakenly (though understandably) identifying her as a Warlock. [color=OrangeRed]”Valkyrie actually, though unlike many of my profession, I am more than capable of handling myself, so there will be no need to nanny me like the more conflict adverse among my kind’s ranks”[/color] she’d had to do a fair amount of babysitting herself so she knew exactly how much of a pain it was to keep a medium who’s wish had been entirely supportive alive in the heat of battle. It was imperative to her that they did not worry about such a thing when it came to her. Rika especially. It wouldn’t do to have the city’s leading lady leap to her defense when she was fully capable of handling a situation and for the former Vanguard to get hurt as a consequence. That would not be a good look. Not that there wasn't some charm in having a shining knight leap to your aid but, as sad as it was, sometimes practicality had to trump style. Sometimes. [color=OrangeRed]”Indeed, being first class, I can give even the best warlocks a run for their money when it comes to magical destruction, though my talents lay a tad more in the desolation of hordes than singular targets I’ll admit. Show me a legion of goblins and I’ll show you a burning desert full of naught but magic stones”[/color] she said as she cocked her head to one side as she thought over what exactly in her somewhat die toolkit could help out in this specific encounter. [color=OrangeRed]”As for how I can help, I can fix you all up on the fly, though it will burn a little more than the usual brand of magical resuscitation, and I can't keep stitching you back together forever like some of the more specialized Valkyries. Fortunately I also have a few tricks to help make sure we don't get hit in the first place, either by giving our foes a lightshow they won't forget or giving you a second chance through a little time manipulation.”[/color] Something she’d need to give them a chance to try out before using it in a life or death situation. The first (and sometimes second, third, fourth or more) reshoot could be rather disorientating, or so she had found. [color=OrangeRed]”I also have an attention getting little number that might come in handy for baiting this dragon down into a confrontation, if we can spot him and then make him spot me in turn”[/color] she offered, giving them the beginnings of a possible plan before glancing over at Ink and passing the baton to him by asking [color=OrangeRed]”How about yourself, Mr Lysander? You are, if I recall correctly, a sorcerer, yes? What can you bring to the table?”[/color]