"ONE-HUNDRED!?"<br/><br/>An angry voice disrupted the quiet atmosphere around Arlen. The origin of the sound came from the one whose alias is simply known as "Arbalest." The clearly irate woman was snapping at a shady vendor, who was currently selling his wares at such an absorbent price that it would make a millionaire philanthropist shed a tear.<br/><br/>"That's the price on the plastic. Now, are you going to buy it? I can't spend all day negotiating, I've got a business to run and a reputation to keep," said the stingy shopkeeper.<br/><br/>"Yeah," replied Arbalest, "if your reputation is to be a pompous asshole, congratulations, you're doing a fine job of it." Her left hand slammed on the meager table holding his on-display items, her right holding the bottle of water in question. "All you're doing is hoarding supplies and forcing people to buy it with useless currency. If I-Huh!?"<br/><br/>As if some god took pity on the sleazy salesman, an alarm rang calling for all active breakers to assemble. Either that, or it was a sign that she really shouldn't be wasting her time with him any longer. Once the message finished, the dark skinned female sprinted off toward Central Station, neglecting to let go of the item she held in her hand.<br/><br/>"H-Hey! Give that back!"<br/><br/>It took him a good minute before he realized that either a jerkwad thief took his merchandise, or that the woman that just darted off was really a Breaker.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Arbalest was running for Central Station at full speed, both to reach it within a reasonable time and to shake off any angry store owners chasing her for the product she may or may not have just stolen. She saw two others idling, but at the pace she was currently traveling they only resembled blurred figures as she darted past. It seemed like nothing could stop her, until an immovable object obstructed her path. Her feet practically skid across the tile floor as she reached the reception desk. She immediately patted herself down to find some form of identification, but she opted for just lifting up her arm. She hoped the contrasting iron brace  would be recognizable enough to fill in the place of an ID card. The guard that was currently on duty seemed to understand the sudden urgency, as She let another Breaker through just a moment ago.<br/><br/>The Breaker continued her ascent, eventually reaching a large set of doors, one of which was already creaked open. She stopped to gather her energy for a second before venturing beyond the intimidating doorway.<br/><br/>"I hope... I'm not, uh... oh, whatever."<br/><br/>She stopped her sentence with an exasperated sigh of relief as she only saw two people in the room. She immediately moved over to the couch opposite of the one known as Rider. Arbalest turned her head to look at her fellow Breaker with a smile. She has seen Rider in action before, and with what he can do with his Angelus, it makes her somewhat envious. Though, she is satisfied with the raw power of her own weapon, which was currently residing within her own personal storage unit. An Angelus of that size is too taxing to carry around at all times of the day, and its use is even more taxing on her. Her attention turned to the man in front of them, behind the desk.<br/><br/>Rolan is an interesting man, and without his assistance, there wouldn't be a Breaker division. Though a man with a reputation such as his, being around him really isn't intimidating at all. It's sorta like a nuclear missile hidden with a tiny adorable kitten; he's created weapons that are the only things to combat the Gehna, but his demeanor is that of a distracted but kindly middle-aged man. The water bottle was pushed so far out of her mental processes that she dropped it on top of the couch she was sitting on, rolling over to the other side. She took a moment to catch her breath before speaking,<br/><br/>"So, we're waiting on the others, yeah?"