Who: Sparx Larsa<br/>For: Siren, Van, and Open<br/>Where: Heading to the Mission Board.<br/>When: Mid Afternoon, Sunday<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3635/sparxlarsa.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Before Sparx even had the opportunity to fall back and hide, he was already spotted by the gun-wielding human Van. At first, the young gamer thought Van would turn out to be the type of person to give him trouble for being picked as class leader, but it seemed his invitation to join in on the hunt was more sincere than that. Even better, Siren was coming along, which meant they would have someone with short and mid-range combat skills, as well as a quick-witted gunner for long range. The tech-nerd looked at the other student as he explained the situation and he couldn't help but allow a tiny smile to form on his face. "Umm, sure, if that's okay." His shyness was beginning to surface. He didn't know much about the other human aside from the fact that he used guns as his primary weapon. Sparx always found himself nervous around strangers. He felt like he had a certain expectation to live up to in order to fit it, or else risk rejection. No feeling is worse than total rejection, and the fear put a lot of pressure on the young teen to try and fit in. To bad he had almost no real-life social skills.<br/><br/>Aside from the social anxieties of real life, he now was apart of a team hunting Truffles. What in the world was a Truffle? Was it some kind of imp-like creature? They sounded Level Oneish, though, so he didn't think such a hunt would be too difficult. Even still, he was drawing a blank as to what type of creature it could possibly be. "What.... exactly is a Truffle, anyway?" As he asked, he took a moment to run the word Truffle through a few search engines to see if he could find out more about them. Most of what he got seemed to be some type of baked treat or candy. This couldn't be right, so he kept searching as well as keeping his attention attuned to any answers that might be given.