Thread: this isn't g o d z i l l a. [ banks x sync. ]

It was always pleasantly unexpected when something like this happened. When a trial went so efficiently, so swimmingly well that the result gained exactly the outcome necessary. How many times had their been a set of people matched as quickly, it was rare and often made the process tedious, having to sit and watch sets of people train to even get to this point. So, when one could see a pair so evenly matched by trials and errors, it wasn't long before it was noticed, initially by the dark haired woman within this fight. Neither appeared as though they would be kept down by the impact given by the their blows, though Fleur knew that taking any more time than the split seconds available to review miss Cassandra Dylan herself would result in an unfortunate twist. And while their fight wasn't listed as anything more than training, the underlying fact of the matter still very much remained, the faint twinges of stubbornness rising up between them as whether they truly were fighting to the best of their abilities or simply would not let the other get the best of them any longer. Once was enough, or at least it was for Fleur, the drop having pushed her loose curls of hair from the bun she once wore, with a habitual flex of her fingers, the woman was bracing for another set of swift actions before her eyes flickered upward at the call. Enough! Among the set of people with tablets used to take notes and record stats of the fight stood a man, his suit completely buttoned and tie not an inch out of place, his dark blonde hair combed back with great detail and his jaw clenched for a moment. Whether it was out of habit or not, Fleur was momentarily curious of until he spoke again, clearing his throat just in time for the brunette to remember who he was. She had seen him numerous times, popping in and out with other suits that went through the Jaeger program, the American man being the eldest son of the infamous Becket family, Fleur was caught in her own trance for a short moment until she found herself blinking softly. . . a match. . Suit them up, and get them ready for drift training. Set them up for Echo Raptor. Returning to the tail end, just in time to hear him break from what was actually being said to them, hearing what she had already confirmed in her head. A match, for now anyway. The true test was how well they both handled the drift between one another. Each of them had already been mentally braced to deal with the drift, in simulations that were simply by themselves, as drifting pilots with nothing connecting them was all too risky. The staves set down onto the floor for another person to take when their trial began, her bright eyes then shifted to the blonde who for now had been her match. Of course outwardly, they were absolute opposites. Blonde and tan, with no obvious signs of rebellion traced into her skin, though were it not for the tattoos on her hands, one would say the same for her. Come to think of it, she looked like a Cassandra . It almost made her laugh the way things managed to work out in such a way, shaking her head faintly as she moved to pull her hair back up, speaking now as they were guided from the training room behind a pair of men in clunking boots. Fleur, It was only fair and polite to properly introduce herself, the French lull lacing her words as she turned her vision from the back of a man's head to the woman beside her. Since we haven't been properly introduced. The accent thick, lacing her S's with the whispered sounds of 'Z's, her bare feet guided her along the hallway with her boots tucked underneath her arm. Glad this didn't take as long as I thought it would. Fresh off the plane and already getting fitted for a suit, she called that an accomplishment in her book.