She smiled again, this sounded more her style. Better Fascist than indecisive democracy. Any day.<br/>She rolled her shoulders, and her grin reached its peak when Cornelia was named the leader of the suicidal mission. She carefully smoother her features and examined the Puppeteer as he left.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Aztec</span>...? Pagan Gods now...? He's either contrite or a much bigger threat than she'd first thought...<br/>And...<span style="font-style: italic">twins</span>? She knew no twins...at least, she hoped not. There seemed to be too many shape shifters here for her liking. Of course, she realized this with a wry smirk, she could be counted as a shape shifter...if she thought about it. She could remember a time when her skin had been white and smooth as silk, her fingers and limbs had once been, Gods forbid, dainty, rather than the sturdy build they were now.<br/>If any of her old<span style="font-style: italic">allies</span>were still alive, would they recognize her?<br/>She shook this off and moved, now happily crunching on her charcoal, glancing at Kelly as she made her query.<br/>Ebio scowled, "I wish I could, but...with my skin I'm not sure how stealthy this will be...do you think it'd be a good idea?"<br/>She looked down at her black striped white skin, and placed fingers below her ocher eyes. "It<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>be done, but there is greater glory in being in the main wave, where we have life enough to trail the train."<br/>She paused mid-bite in the blackened wood, and her frown deepened. Her Cravings had ceased. What was her Ability up to now? Charcoal and now, suddenly...<br/>She tilted her head, taking stock on her body. Nothing.<br/>This scared her more than anything. They<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>to go to battle.<br/>She smiled, eyes bright. "The first wave or the second, I refuse to die until the Searing eye is in my hands or destroyed, including the leader."