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« on: August 09, 2017, 05:26:01 PM »
(First off, I'd like to once again marvel at your post quality Riven. This is the first thread in a while that actually made me really excited to rp.)
Drevin sat in one of the seats on the transport with his weapon's backpack between his legs. He had removed the blades from their sheathes on the pack and was slowly looking them up and down to make sure they were functioning correctly. He removed a half-spent propulsion dust crystal from the afterburner on each blade and replaced them with fresh crystals from his pack before sheathing them once more into their slots on the pack. He looked around at his team for a few seconds. Chris and Yona were faunus, which made Drevin more comfortable, but he had reserved judgement with Rory. Drevin knew he shouldn't feel that way, but it was easy to see other faunus as kin just as it was undoubtedly true that humans felt the same way. Yona didn't look like the type for open combat, and Drevin knew he wasn't cut out for fighting on the front lines. At first, Drevin had assumed that their leader, Chris, was their only real fighter, but he was having second thoughts now that he saw the vambraces Roy carried around.
The five minute warning sounded over the intercom and Drevin's train of thought ground to a halt. Alright, time to focus. You can wait and see how they fight once we're out there. For now, concentrate on the mission, Drevin thought to himself as he rose from his seat and swung his pack onto his back. The automated metal restraints extended across his chest, meeting at his sternum with a satisfying click, and then tightening down until the pack was snugly secured on Drevin's back. The speedster made his way over to the door for the craft and waited expectantly for their mission to begin.