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Spook sighed in relief as no one noticed the blood stain forming on her pant leg, and slipped whatever it was she had grabbed back under her cloak. The event soon ended, and Prophet was quick to steal the limelight and proclaim himself as their savior, their guardian angel through this journey. Halfway through, she tuned him out and began to worry if she'd be able to contain herself down the road between him and the extended contact with whatever that event was. She was snapped out of her thoughts quickly though, as the aforementioned madman jumped and stomped on the ground. In response, she crossed her arms and dropped her head into her left hand. "I have a name, Mr. Insanity. It's Spook, and I promise you, it'll be me pulling you out of the fire, not the other way around." She shook her head and paced off to the side, wondering exactly how they'd survive him.

There was good company in the others, however. Isis seemed professional enough and beyond capable, she must've been if a Duvari that size was listening to her, and Reed looked like he had seen his fair share of hot zones. Overall, she liked their odds, even if half the team was there for research purposes.

The call was given for the team to mount up, and Spook meandered for a short moment, patting herself down to make sure she didn't forget anything in the rush. "Sword... check. SMG... check. Pistol... check. Journal... not check!" She looked up from what appeared to be her cloak and scanned the area for it, promptly retracing her steps in her head. She remembered setting it down on one of the crates, and luckily enough spotted it as it was being loaded onto the rear transport. Without hesitation, she jogged up to the container and snatched the book off the top of it, tucking it into her cloak. The enigma then got out of the way as quickly as she had gotten into it, making her way onto a transport and making it a point to slip into a seat beside Castan. "You're our biologist, right? If you need someone to scribe for you, I gladly will." Without a proper introduction, she pulled out the journal and thumbed to the middle of it, opening to a page half-covered in mediocre sketches. The other half had various notes written in small, neat print.

Spook had some time to kill, so she set to updating a page about Duvari. "My name's Vitra, by the way. Everyone calls me Spook, however. Sorry for being so sudden, I've just been interested in monsters for awhile, and you're the first proper researcher I've been able to talk to." She didn't look up from the page as she spoke, though her tone suggested genuine intrigue.

Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse'

As the rest of their band assembled, ranging from a beastmaster to mechanic, from soldier to... Spook's thoughts went full stop as her mirrored goggled reflected upon the Prophet, Salvador Vargaas. Something was off about him, and it certainly wasn't his insanity. He had something different going on behind those eyes, she could tell at a glance that he had a facade of sorts to keep up. She moved on quickly, scanning the rest of the group before he noticed her staring. All in all, she felt confident about the group, and thought they could hold together when the going got rough. Soon enough though, Jake called out for their attention, essentially giving Spook's internal thoughts voice with scary accuracy. He was interrupted swiftly and their attention was pulled to the horizon. Two minutes to the 'Event,' as it was being called.

The masked figure crossed her arms and counted the seconds internally, expecting something beyond belief. Part of her expectation became reality.

The clouds were ripped from the sky as what could only be described as a gravity well formed, before exploding into a beam of light that shone off her mask. In response, she could feel part of herself clawing to the surface, demanding to be set free this instant lest it kill her to escape. Spook recognized the feeling after a long moment, and after a short internal debate, quickly moved to the back of the group and pulled something from underneath her cloak with her right hand and jabbed it into her thigh. Soon, she felt the longing receded into the deepest corners of her mentality to remain dormant until further notice, though a reddening spot in her leg gave away that something was at least partially wrong. She could live with blaming it on a loose edge.

"That's... phenomenal," is all she said, voice filled with a certain wonder.
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Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse'

A cloaked and masked figure sat atop one of the cargo crates that encompassed the edges of the convoy. They weren't about to be transported, they were merely in storage, unlike what they were taking with them. In its hands, this figure had a whetstone and a lethally sharp blade, which was idly being sharpened further. It was passing the time by quietly watching the others as they had arrived, the only sound produced by it being the regular shinking of wear being taken off a sword. That was, until, it sheathed the weapon on its back and hopped from the crate, approaching the man at the edge of the platform and speaking in a distinctly feminine voice, despite the muffling from her mask. "Commander Cross, I think we may be wasting daylight at this point." She took a brief pause to size him up properly. Jake was tall, rugged, but not hard to look at either. He pulled it off well, and his composition showed that he had little issue leading this mission. Something about him inspired confidence in others, evidently.

"I'd rather be on the road before noon, but the choice lies with you, sir. My name is Vitra Leon, by the way. Everyone calls me Spook, though," she continued, hands clasping behind her back as she looked out over the treetops. It would be a stunning sight, if she didn't know that she was also looking at at least ten different creatures that could kill any of them in an instant. Several echo finches were flitting through the branches, though, meaning that there wasn't an immediate threat in the nearby forests, anyway. She looked back up at Jake, expecting a response despite how strange she had come off as. That didn't matter to her anyway, it's hard to come off as relatable when your entire face is concealed behind a gas mask.

That, and the mirrored lenses had a way of creeping people out.

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