[center][h3]Sinmara[/h3][/center]

After her little stunt, the huntress went ahead and dismissed her Heartbreak. As much as she liked showing off, a weapon wouldn’t do her much good right now if she didn’t mean to use it, and it seemed like a change of scenery might be imminent. Sinmara was all for getting straight to business, none of the ‘you have ten hours to prepare’ or ‘we depart at dawn’ crap. The agony of waiting in anticipation of something hurt her more than blades or bullets. After her chainsaw spear melted away into tar, she brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes, then crossed her arms beneath her chest. “So what’s next?”

Her answer came in the form of another mysterious woman, this one masked and clad in a tight-fitting flight suit, with long teal hair and fake rabbit ears. Sinmara narrowed her eyes as Ayaka approached, sizing her up. That outfit of hers was pretty extra, but not in a super cool way. And whoever heard of two big, grabbable handles sticking out of someone’s head? Seemed like a design flaw. Oh well; as the huntress soon found out, this woman was here to set the stage, not join the main cast. 

She mentioned a ship, which made sense. That was, as she understood it, how most people crossed large bodies of water, because most people were wusses. Not Sinmara, though. She could swim like a fish for hours on end. How else did she get across that ocean? The fishermen that found her unconscious on the far shore told her it was ‘just a lake’, but she knew better. Only an ocean could be that big. Still, going by boat meant she could save her strength for later. Or better yet, spar with one of the others in transit! A mobile battlefield sounded pretty exciting. It was true that Acacia didn’t say anything about a boat, but she didn’t seem like a good leader, especially in comparison to the biggest boss around, Sinmara. So such irresponsibility was to be expected.

Sinmara’s distaste for Acacia only compounded when Ayaka read off a checklist of ‘names’ left for her by the masked menace. “Again with this ‘ogre’ crap,” she complained, rolling her eyes. “Cacy wouldn’t know a bombshell if one slapped her upside the head. Which I’m gonna do the next time I see her, by the way.” She turned up her nose, her nostrils flaring in triumph. “At least she’s got the brains to know that if I [i]were[/i] an ogre, I’d be the queen! Damn straight! All the other ogres better bow before me! Y’know, maybe I’ll wear this insult as a badge of honor. It’s never been more ogre than it is right now!”

Once the huntress finished being an attention hog (for the time being), Ayaka sent them on her way, bringing Sinmara in line with the promise of more food. She followed the group’s guide through the Unity Organization superstructure. On the way Ayaka mentioned that the members of the brand-new taskforce ought to come up with a name for themselves. “You got it! Uhhhhhhhhhh…” Sinmara wasn’t exactly the creative type, but was that going to stop her? Hell no. She shifted both her brain cells into sixth gear and quickly belted out the perfect answer. “Sinmara’s…Sinners!” With a winning smile, she pushed up her sunglasses so they actually covered her eyes. “Pretty badass, right?”

Given the philistines she’d taken to associating with, however, her genius went unrecognized.

Pretty soon everyone reached the transport. It looked like nothing Sinmara had ever seen, and as much as she oohed and aahed over it, her wonderment only compounded when the trip began. She pushed her sunglasses up between her horns nad watched, slack-jawed with fascination, as the ground fell away beneath the rising airship. “No way! We’re flying! Ahahaha!” She pressed her hands against the window, smudging the glass, followed promptly by her face. “This is so cool!” she garbled. The miracle of flight amazed her for a solid five minutes until she suddenly came to the realization that, despite the world passing by beneath her, she was actually just standing there, waiting. And she would be for the next hour. “...Ugh,” she groaned, sumping down with her back against the window. “Y’know what? I’m just gonna conk out for a little while. Mighta worked myself into a little bit of a food coma back there. Wake me up if something happens.” Within seconds, the huntress passed out, and her thunderous snoring filled the ship. She clearly did nothing by halves, even unconsciously.

Eventually someone woke her up, and she joined the procession of Sinners stomping down the ramp out of the ship. They’d reached the seaside, and before Sinmara rested an utterly gigantic vessel. “Whoa, mama!” she called out, delighted. Oblivious to the chaos occurring amongst the dockhands around her -which from her point of view was hardly unusual- she ran over toward the ship. “I thought we were in for a sailboat or something, but we get to ride on THIS? It’s like a floating castle.” Grinning, she looked over her shoulder. “Last one aboard’s a rotten egg!”

With that, she crouched down, gathering her immense strength. Amber cracks began to form on her legs, spreading until they’d formed a glowing web. Then they snaked from her limbs onto the dock itself, spreading out in an area around her a couple yards in diameter. When Sinmara jumped, the downward force of her leap triggered her Fault Lines, causing a geyser-like explosion of destructive energy that sent her even higher. Sinmara soared upward like an artillery shell, whooping and hollering, until she reached the top of her arc and fell (on her back) onto the deck of the Yamashi. Seeing stars from the impact and more than a little dizzy from all the spinning she’d done mid-flight, Sinmara lurched over the railing. She leaned over it and waved, yelling down at the others. “Wow, you guys stink! But who’s gonna stink the worst? Better hurry!”