Thread: A New Life: Cataclysm || ƒeral x Denna

'I'm going to the gym after. See you at 9, sharp.' Her reply was terse and snapped back from her digital watch. Raine might show a softer side to Celes on occasion, but she was still Raine. Doggedly stubborn and yet possessing a feline independence, she followed her own rigid schedule and catered to no one. Her tenacity and steadfastness was unquestionable, but along with that came unshakable pride and rigidity. It was her way or the highway. Raine did not follow, only led . The gym was a perfect example of virtual influence. Even despite the facility being not heavily used, Raine was not keen on sweating away with the rest of the ship's crew. She had her own exercise room, bought with credit chips, and decorated with equipment however she liked. Sparse equipment, for that matter. There was enough machines in her life. In this, she simplified. Push-ups, squats, and some suicides to work up a sweat, before she cornered the bag in the center of the room. Jab, hook, high knee. She wasn't trained, no, but there was a rhythm to her moves as it a carefully choreographed dance, honed from years of experience. A healthy body led to a sharp mind, as she fond of saying. Suffice to say, any plans Celes might have had was foiled by Raine's hardheadedness. -- It would be nine pm sharp when the Venture raid appeared at the East Gate, having assembled in its guild halls and teleported here. No one questioned her decision to include a tag-along, even if Zero had quirked a brow and smiled with too much amusement at her. Their party size was small, almost too small to merit the word raid, but there was no question of their individual capacities with but a glance at their gem-studded gear and blade-edges polished to a shine. They walked in an inverted 'v', with Zel at the forefront. The flame-haired blood tank was dressed in her typical leathers, but a discerning eye would be able to pick out minor differences. Her belt had a different etching, the handle of her blades a different shade of mauve, the studs on her bracer a different gem... the differences were subtle, but made all the difference. This was not the outfit she usually solo-missioned in, no, this one was all tank. Behind her walked Kruger and Kiera. The former looked every bit the barbarian he was, nearly two feet tower than everyone else, sneering dismissively with his giant war-axe swung over bared, scar-laden shoulders. Kiera, the indeterminate character forever hiding behind a fox mask, was much lither by comparison, about equal height to the imposing Zel. Her build, like Zel's, could not be determined at a glance. Further behind followed Serena and Zero, the former a catgirl clearly ranged with her giant canon-like gun, and the later a swordsman of type, his expression cool and collected. Further behind, Grizzly and Clumsy. Both misnomers. The former was a petite cloth-wearing type, a priestess perhaps by the double-handed staff she held. And the later was clearly a huntress by the silent panther following her heels, her graceful stride marking just how ironic her name was. Zel paused as she entered range of the gate, scanning around for her rambunctious little sister. Elayne had better not be late.