[PQ] [SE] but of one mind

Deimos

Dare we know the halo's hanging low

For today’s mission, Deimos had taken them out of the Barracks, and into the midsts of the Tundra – with enough wide-open and expansive space, and close to the Citadel, to preside and provide exactly what they needed. The vast land would serve as ample elemental devices, as well as grant them every opportunity to be successful.

If they listened to one another.

“Our whole purpose today is teamwork and cooperation,” he noted to each individual, from the Raeling, to Elizabeth, and the stranger in Catalina. Ordinarily, he shouldn’t have had to muster any of these semblances, as he’d thought them once common sense, but alas – given how things had gone lately with some of the most experienced fighters…

Tilting his head vaguely at each of them, and arching a brow in what might’ve been considered impish and calculating all at once, he insisted upon an initial round. “Greet and talk to one another while I set things up,” because they should have some transparency in skills, abilities, and the easygoing stature of simple introductions.

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Welcome to the Cooperation/Teamwork PQ! For this first round, greet and chat amongst yourselves – perhaps give insight to one another on your character’s abilities and begin communicating. It’ll be important later on. X)

1. Amhran
2. Elizabeth
3. Catalina

ELIZABETH

this is me saying that i would set myself on fire

Elizabeth followed Deimos and the small group out into the snowy landscape. The familiar wind whipped around them, gently brushing against her face. At least her bone-deep chill had finally subsided, although the memory of the spirits ripping into her still held an icy grip on her mind. Enough so that she pulled her cloak tighter despite the Longheat sun beating down. 

When the Warden finally spoke, it was a blissful sound devoid of any ringing, making it difficult to focus on the words as much as the sweet silence that accompanied it. Nodding along, she tried to match his serious tone, even while a smile threatened to stretch across her face. It was hard to be stoic in the face of so much relief. Yet, Elizabeth tried her best to do as Deimos instructed. 

Turning to the others, she gave them a friendly smile, "Hi! My name's Elizabeth. I'm a therapist with lightning magic." She let her fingers spark in emphasis, giving the others a visual for emphasis. It almost felt like a group therapy session with the way she'd introduced herself, but she pushed the thought aside, sure that no one would be interested in her ramblings about group dynamics and collaboration. 

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Elizabeth introduces herself!

to bring light to all of the dark places within you

Guileless Son, I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief

Catalina followed the trail of the group, carefully and quietly. Not having made a peep through the walk from the barracks, her red hair fastened into a loose fishtail braid, held together with a fiber string. Her clothes mimicked that of earth tones, her seafoam gaze skimming the area that Deimos had led them to. 

Taking in everything he had said, Cat gave a brief nod of her head in understanding of their current task at hand. Her woodsy colored cloak had been fastened at the front, held together by a cheaply made pendant. She was the essence of frugality. 

Just as Elizabeth had introduced herself, a bright smile danced along her lips. Lightning Magic? This peaked the ginger's interest in the woman.

"It's nice to meet everyone."   Cat gave a little bob of her head, "My name is Catalina... Everyone can call me Cat. I'm still trying to find the thing that I excel at..." she admitted with a meek smile. Obvious, this was her first training session. "But. I'll try my very best, and absorb everything I can in learning, and work with everyone here. I would like to think I'm a quick learner, and can move at a decent pace without falling on my face." It was far from being as impressive as probably most of her current team, but hopefully she would learn something. 

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Cat introduced herself!

Catalina

And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath

the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun

It's his first PQ time out on the Tundra, and so far, so blisteringly cold. With furlined boots hatefully covering his feet and legs to the mid-calf, a heavy coat, a scarf and a pair of mittens, Amhran looks more like a child in a snowsuit than a lanky, grown man. His soft curls are mostly hidden under a wool hat topped with a pompom of ningo feathers, and as they fall to a stop, he surveys the group and heeds Deimos's words with curious, muddy green eyes.

"It is nice to meet you all," he says, the picture of manners he's learned to repeat courtesy of his time spent around Evie. "My name is Amhran. I am able to heal, if anyone is in need of it. I also like to garden, and I hate wearing shoes." Once done, he looks to Deimos with raised brows, as if to ask if he has completed the task adequately.

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Amhran introduces himself!