Celrie can only shrug her shoulders as other's around her continue to speak threateningly towards Maribel. The racoon had been nothing but helpful in the elven woman's eyes, at least after her true intentions for being there were revealed. Why she'd even proposed to try and stop her kin when they came, this was more than enough for Celrie to see her in a positive light. This sentiment only being reinforced when the coon takes the time to exclude her from any negative comments she made towards those who came from the inland. "Of course not" Celrie encouragingly replies, smiling gently in Maribel's direction as she continues her verbal defense. Aside from that however she decides it best to stay out of the conversation, for as much as she thought it a bad idea to release such a concoction into the wild, arguing either way only served to delay Maribel's contact with her approaching kin....kin which soon would be upon them, and with ill intent.<br/><br/>The sound of the train firing up is one thing Celrie had not expected, for a moment she half wonders if the conductor and the remaining passengers on board didn't simply think it best to leave all of them here, as apposed to wait around for a proper resolution. Though the conductor's voice would soon be heard, declaring that was not quite the case....though, before she can so much as take another step towards the slow moving vehicle, Celrie jumps at the sudden sound of an explosion? Her arms immediately finding Arcea, wrapping tightly around her middle and burying her face against her back.  At first she isn't quite sure what had happened... had the train somehow malfunctioned? The engine suddenly detonating? That would be bad...but perhaps not quite as bad as what she sees when she decides to peek out around the strong feline before her. The sound had indeed come from the direction of the grav-train engine room....though it had not come from the train itself, rather a particularly nasty looking crater had taken up residence mere feet away from the engine car. Celrie's emerald eyes shifting from the point of impact, following the trajectory all the way back to....a cannon of all things! A cannon manned by a couple of coons and a skunk no less. Further more it appeared they where not alone....for not far away from them Celrie saw, and heard a badger riding a...larger badger of all things. The elf's ears droop as she looks onwards at the emerging force.<br/><br/>These, Celrie could only assume to be Maribel's kin....and if that was the case, they surely wouldn't want to lob an artillery shell on top of one of their own, she wagers...at least she hoped not. Either way, the interior of the train which she'd previously been headed for, no longer seemed as desirable a destination. At least not until that weapon had been dealt with, or a cease fire had been agreed upon. "These...your kin?" she asks, glancing over in Maribel's direction once more. Celrie gives Arcea's back a little nuzzle as the feline returns the call of the dire badger mounted female...and in a most grandiose way. Celrie pulls away and grins, applauding silently behind the feline's back  "Oh my Arcea, that little speech, why it gave me chills....you sure your not interested in joining me on stage sometime?" she offers, only partly teasing.<br/><br/>With everyone's attention on Arcea, Celrie makes her way over to Maribel's side, a worried look etched across her beautiful face as speaks "Your kin...they won't hurt me will they? Or you for that matter.....I mean, they aren't the type to rain artillery fire down on their own are they?" she asks, as while being inside the train as it's struck would be bad, being out in the open as they where would be much worse. With this in mind Celrie takes a moment to concentrate. Focusing on her own body, on it's natural defenses and willing those stronger. Her concentration then extends to those around her, seeing each of them in her minds eye in turn, those nearest to her that where in possible danger, those who had been kind to her, those she wished to protect. A shimmer of energy settles into each of their bodies, coursing through their veins as it makes it's way through every inch of their skin, infusing them with psychic energy, their natural defenses bolstered, their skin feeling more vibrant, hair and hide strengthened. Just as the energy finally settles in, a faint elven giggle is heard in the back of each of their minds, Celrie having been giggling to herself near the end, wondering if those around her must think, or if they would even notice it was her doing at all. Breathing heavily Celrie smiles as her augmentation takes hold. "Just in case they are the type." she adds with a confident smile.<br/><br/><br/>[[ Celrie shall be raising the vigor of<span style="font-weight: bold"> herself,  Arcea, Sevana, Yasha and Maribel,</span>thus spending 6 power points. ((power lasts for 3 rounds ))<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/346282">Boosting trait Vigor</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><br/><br/>this should be a raise, meaning instead of one die level it goes up by two<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>so Celrie goes from a d6 to a d10 in vigor, bolstering her toughness by 2 in the process, bringing it to a total of 11 ]]