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[i]Remember.

As you are now, the usage of Steamwork Rook’s Burst is simply detrimental.[/i]

…

Ten minutes to destination, and Yu-Ri wasn’t sure whether she was excited or anxious. There had been no particular events previously to get the squad comfortable with each other, and it showed in the silent nature of the one that was their team leader. Jessica Richter, the thoroughbred Anti-Entropy member. They had encountered each other a few times in Salt Lake City, but neither made much of a connection with the other. There was a divide in temperament that made casual friendship difficult. A bit of a shame, in truth. She was the only one in the squad that Yu-Ri could easily put a name to. The rest?

One looked as if they had chosen ‘unremarkability’ as their sole character trait.

Another was about as much as you could expect from the European-centric organization of Schicksal, blonde haired, blue-eyed, drop-dead gorgeous, and stony-faced.

The third gave off an even more ‘leave me alone’ aura than their team leader, despite how drastically [i]loud[/i] her haircut was. The vacuum-sealed bodysuit was impressive though. It almost looked as if were painted on.

The fourth, at least, gave off some friendlier vibes from the get-go. Her suit glowed in the dim lighting of the transport vessel, crimson circuitry looking a good deal more ominous than a C-Rank Valkyrie ought to be, but Yu-Ri wasn’t exactly the definition of family-friendly herself, not with burn scars peeking out from her prosthetic limbs and the general spikiness that was necessitated from a gothic dress built for combat.

Still. It was going to be a long ten minutes to stew in one’s thoughts. Three check-ups had been enough for the C-Rank Valkyrie; any more and she’d be second-guessing the maintenance of scientists and engineers that have had a couple decades more of experience than her in cybernetics and human-machine interfacing. She closed her eyes, feeling the rumbling of the engine tickling her eardrums, breathing in the smell of oil and perfume, of sweat and leather. Counted to ten. And…

The sensation of metal slapping against her cheeks was a good deal more painful than if it were flesh on flesh, but it did enough to force Yu-Ri out of nervous hesitation. The consequences and benefits of having fully-metal arms.

[b]“Alright, it’s a bit quiet here! I know some of you have probably read up on each other, but self-introductions are pretty important for in-person stuff, right? So I’ll start and we can go counter-clockwise from there. Toss in a fact about Rouen too, if you know anything about it.”[/b] A bit forceful, but when was it not? Her eyes, ashen but burning, swept through the gloom as her thumb jabbed against her chest. Metal against metal. [b]“I’m Yu-Ri Yun, but you can call me any combination of those syllables, if you’d like. I haven’t been to Rouen myself, or France in general before, but Normandy’s like, where D-Day happened, right? Is that where Rouen is too?”[/b]

She knew the answer, of course. But a question was better than a statement for eliciting participation.