Within the next few minutes, the array of voices had all introduced themselves. It had gone a bit like this.<br/><br/><span style="color: #77bfc7"><span style="font-style: italic">"...Cut the dramatic crap, Ororo. You'll scare the girl..."</span></span><br/><span style="color: #f0ee84"><span style="font-style: italic">"...She hasn't been truly scared in years, Faith. I highly doubt hearing voices will cause any serious damage..."</span></span><br/><span style="color: #77bfc7"><span style="font-style: italic">"...Oh, shut up. You'll wake Ereb... "</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The hell? There's more of them?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #77bfc7"><span style="font-style: italic">"Yeah, actually, there's five. I'm Faith Connors. You'll meet Erebus and the others as soon as they-"</span></span><br/><span style="color: #cca7d4"><span style="font-style: italic">"Who calls upon my name?"</span></span><br/><span style="color: #77bfc7"><span style="font-style: italic">"Sigh...Speak of the Devil."</span></span><br/><span style="color: #cca7d4"><span style="font-style: italic">"I am Erebus, ruler of the dark shadows."</span></span><br/><span style="color: #e39485"><span style="font-style: italic">"Ereb, will you please stop asserting your power? You're quite a hassle, you know. Tsk, tsk."</span></span>This voice was new, and had a more classic, old tone to it.<br/><span style="color: #cae8a2"><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, hush, Bayonetta. He may assert his power as he likes. It's not like he can really use it anymore. You know how he gets. Just allow him to have his say, and then he'll be quiet for the rest of the afternoon. We could at least introduce ourselves, as well, instead of rudely standing around."</span></span><br/><span style="color: #e39485"><span style="font-style: italic">"Fine, then. I am Cereza, but you, my dear, will know me as Bayonetta. I'm sure you've heard of me before."</span></span><br/><br/>No, actually, she hadn't.<br/><br/><span style="color: #cae8a2"><span style="font-style: italic">"And I am Athor, Egyptian God of light. It is my pleasure to finally meet you."</span></span><br/><br/>Seeing how it was quite an interesting affair, Laurel was now more intrigued than anything. What exactly should she say? How exactly does one greet five people all dancing around in her head? It was a problem she hadn't exactly faced before.<br/><br/><span style="color: #cae8a2"><span style="font-style: italic">"Don't worry, Miss. We're already somewhat acquainted. Of course, you don't know us, but we know enough about you. It really is just a courtesy, nothing to make you uncomfortable."</span></span><br/><br/>Oh, well, that certainly put all her nerves at ease. That was a relief. All her problems were over. She didn't have to introduce herself to the voices she was hearing. Thank God. Because<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>would've been unsettling.<br/><br/>And now he was telling them to just leave. Because apparently the philosophy here was,<span style="font-style: italic">hey, we're crazy, we're turning <br/>you crazy, and now we're kicking you out.</span><br/><br/>Laurel was about to calmly state her strong objection and insist on hearing the answers now, when another girl piped up before her. She looked much younger than the others, and Laurel had caught her looking at her earlier. She seemed pretty much like the stereotypical smart-girl pretty introvert of every school. She probably was, too. when Laure had been doing her routine observations of those around her, she'd noticed that the girl had never seemed to be talking, only watching. Then again, she might've just been nervous due to the fact that most people were at least five years older than her.<br/><br/>"I agree. I don't really see why we have to drag this entire situation out. We all have questions, Mr. Goodeman, and I don't believe anyone here will be very happy if they aren't answered. Besides, what are the odds that no one here will leave and immediately turn you into the authorities? There's no doubt that, based on the testimonies, you could be placed in an asylum for psychosis. Then who would tell us how to 'save the universe'?" She replied quietly and steadily, leaning casually against a chair and smoothing out her voice into it's purr-like tone. She laughed a bit at the last part, quirking an eyebrow as she studied her nails and looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. "It really doesn't seem like you have to power here to control the information."