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[center][sub]The Crow's Nest, Strategy Room   ·   Morning   ·   Interaction [@FunnyGuy][@Daxam][/sub]

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Akaia clapped her hands and bounced with a giddiness that threatened to infect the room.

[color=bca346]"Me!"[/color] She exclaimed, pointing at the crudely drawn excuse of a person. She then moved her finger over the dark blob on the scribble's shoulder, which she, by some miracle, correctly identified as the representation of her crow. [color=bca346]"Bird!... Li-... Licor-...!"[/color] She turned to Erik with quite possibly the widest smile seen on the girl's face. [color=bca346]"It is so terrible! I love it!"[/color] 

After Lysandra took her picture, Akaia moved a little closer to the white board and began silently labeling each illustration in her head. Even with Erik's drawing being nearly as unintelligible as his handwriting, she was able to name each with some minor struggle. Erik had drawn himself with a sharp smile and a bow. Cerise carried a long stick which Akaia figured was her gun, the [i]Lariat[/i]. Next to Cerise was Poppy with her wings, crossbow and a first-aid kit and after her was of course Akaia.

Then there was the rear team for which every face she was familiar with save for one. Standing next to Ajax was a rather plain looking man. There was no visible weaponry on his person and the only somewhat distinct marking drawn on him was that of an upset expression that was nearly identical to their own [i]Sword of Cerberus[/i]. Her smile began to turn to confusion until she heard Erik repeat himself in her head.

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Having already put a face to 'Ionna', the only other name she'd been given that she had nowhere to place was 'Vincent'. Fortunately for her, the adjectives attached to this 'Vincent' were pretty specific. Specific enough that upon turning around, and with a visual aid most invaluable, she picked him out of the group immediately. He was tall and one of the more stockier men in the room. There was a seriousness and a strength about him easy enough to see and it was quickly becoming obvious why Lysandra had been so distracted earlier.

[center][i][color=bca346]...So hot... So dumb?...[/color][/i][/center]
Akaia stared at the man, holding on to a smile that she was fast becoming familiar with and regarding him with eyes that knew a little too much for her own good.

Licorice was staring too but at the 'crow' sitting on the shoulder of a scribbled 'Akaia' and had spent the entire time trying to make sense of the image. Eventually, the bird gave up and it turned to Erik with a disapproving cluck.
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