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Aoife listened to her teammates rally themselves around creating a quiet catastrophe, nodding along somewhat absent-mindedly all-the-while. She sunk into a deep lunge, while also pulling her right elbow back behind her neck, sinking into the stretches. She glanced out at the downpour with a hint of a mischievous grin flashing past her attempt to meditate on what was important right now. Centering herself. 

It wasn’t until Chie transformed, donning her Parma, that Aoife knew it was time to go. She watched as Chie, with some effort, created a rain dish above them, pooling water around the fivesome in a circular formation, like a fountain. A wall of water descended around them, for a moment blocking out their surroundings. Aoife approached the wall of water, glancing into her impressionistic reflection as elements began to change. She saw her Parma through her reflection, her truest self staring back at her, cool, calm and relentless as the stream of water that image was stranded within. Without a second thought, Aoife stuck her hand through the water, an action that should have interrupted the stream, and sent water splashing in every direction. 

Instead, a hand was reaching out of the water in the same space Aoife’s had entered. The deeper Aoife reached in to her reflection, the more the silken arm reached out. Feeling a rush of excitement, of trust in herself and belief in her abilities, Aoife pushed forward still, stepping into the stream. Now golden star-like heels and black tights exited the reflection adorned with the constellation of Aquarius, shimmering in inlaid gold and gems. The ebony bodice finally wrest itself free from the reflection, as stepping out where Aoife had just stepped in to the wall of water, was the Lazy Spring Lazulite. Bearing her half-moon blade and a silken ribbon descending from the pommel.

Aoife’s expression had changed for the confident, as the sound of rushing water filled her senses to the brim, imbuing her stomach with a fullness, a feeling of power, of confidence. She offered her team a sturdy glance, looking at Chie, Selma and the others as they all began to adorn their battle-ready appearances. The dull impact of Selma’s hands meeting one another, echoing against the falling water cushioned Aoife’s heady breaths as she chuckled. [color=0892d0]“If Rivka wants it all taken care of quickly, I expect we’ll all be performing at our best.”[/color] Aoife let her blade fall towards the ground, stopping it by catching the ribbon before it made impact. [color=0892d0]“But I’m warning you,”[/color] she sang in a cheery note, [color=0892d0]“I’m gonna destroy the most drones.”[/color]

She felt her raincoated hair dripping down her back, each droplet of water seemingly extending her senses further and further, now all she had to do was wait.