<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lark Enciel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emerald Forest<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Olive<br/><br/><em>"This is the greatest moment of my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife!"</em>shouted Lark as she sailed through the air, a joyous grin on her face. Using her semblance, she lowered her weight enough to allow blasts from her Cloud Kickers to propel her further through the air. Every time she started to descend, she'd activate her weapon and bound back up into the sky again. She was cackling with joy the entire time. She even thought she saw Fenrir down there for a moment, but upon glancing back, he was gone. She was sure she'd make it to the end of the forest first at this rate, when suddenly, a nevermore appeared. It blotted out the sun with it's massive ebon frame and loomed over her like a great shadow of death. The thing let out a cry and swooped for her. Confident as she was, Lark wasn't about to take on one of those things alone and in the air. She hit the breaks, so to speak. Shifting her weight again, she made herself heavier and plummeted out of the air like a weight off the edge of a cliff.<br/><br/>Lark fell through the canopy and reached out to grab a branch so she could swing herself around and land safely. It snapped under her weight.<em>"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!"</em>she said, eloquently. Shifting again, she made herself lighter and snagged the next one she could. She swung around, let go, arced through the air, using a blast from her boots to dodge out of the way of another oncoming branch. Lark grabbed a second branch and swung again, this time aiming for a thick limb as she released. She landed, hopped off it, landed on the next lowest one, and repeated. Gradually, she came down and...<br/><br/>...landed right in front of Olive. She stared at him a moment. It was the egghead from the airship. The one person on there she knew she didn't want to be paired with. Lark raged.<br/><br/><strong><em>"NO GOD! NO GOD PLEASE NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"</em></strong><br/><br/>It was as fine an introduction as any. She pointed squarely at Olive, "Pretend you never saw me!" and started to back away from him, like if she were to start running he might follow her like some kind of annoying predatory animal giving chase. Instead, all her yelling had stirred up a different kind of animal. Boarbatusk emerged from the foliage all around them, an entire group of the creatures of Grimm. They snorted, stamped their hooves in anger. They were ready to trample, to gore, to kill. Lark whirled around and took note of just how surrounded they were. Then she stepped back towards Olive and remarked,<em>"Okay, uh, let's put a pin in my revulsion of you. Get back to it later, along with how this is all your fault. For now, cover me so I can kick some ass."</em>