Vespa awoke from her boredom induced nap; as she slowly lifted her heavy eyelids she began to recognize that her father had relocated her. She was about to rise as she heard a voice, she listened to it proclaimed to have brought her here. Was this entity her father? Its goals seemed almost vague enough for it to be true. Though if this being was not her father, it wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest; if she was anything like him he wouldn’t stop another with such power from relocating her.<br/><br/>She watched as the other beings in the chamber listened to the voice, only dully aware of it herself. Some had chosen to leave quickly after the voice had desisted, other socialized. How mundane. She silently picked herself up and left the room without a sound, she did not take note if any of her fellow patrons had noticed.<br/><br/>As she began exploring the complex she heard the disgruntled sounds of what sounded to be combat. “Already?” She thought to herself.  She opted to locate the source. As she entered what appeared to be a training room she came across the cause of the noise. A haunting woman was tearing a number of training dolls asunder. She did not seem to take note as Vespa entered the room and quietly moved behind a doll located behind her. As she observed she concluded that this woman was far too emotional in her training, dolls did not warrant this kind of passion. Perplexing. Soon after, the woman had started shedding tears; Vespa supposed she was worth watching until the conclusion of her practice, if for nothing else than the novelty of the experience.<br/>