<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/gqTJHn/pok.jpg)</div><br/>Minora turned her attention away from the casual introductions of the ever growing group as Tristan spoke up about the current situation.<br/><br/><strong><em>(Good, someone a little more focused on the situation at hand)</em></strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>(Yeah, but is he cute, though?)</em></strong></div><br/><strong><em>(Really? Is this even relevant right now?)</em></strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>(Ok, then. When's the last time you got laid?)</em></strong></div><br/><strong><em>(Um...)</em></strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>(Exactly!)</em></strong></div><br/><strong><em>(Ugh! Just... can we just figure out why the hell we even showed up here? It was a long hike, after all.... and he's not my type, anyway.)</em></strong><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>(You don't HAVE a type, slut!)</em></strong></div><br/><strong><em>(We're done here. I'm not having this conversation)</em></strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://image.ibb.co/c7FDSn/latest_cb_20140804010855.gif)</div><br/>Minora had begun muttering to herself under her breath as her inner argument manifested into whispered words. Whether or not anyone had noticed that was beyond her, as she was lost in her own little world at the moment. At length, Renzo drifted up from the floor with a look of tired familiarity of having to pull his partner out of another self contained squabble.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Gar!"</em></strong>, He beckoned, while pulling on the hem of her grey tank top.<br/><br/>Minora snapped out of it, back-stepping her thoughts so as to remember her initial intent. Slut...not my type...cute?...no...focus...MewTwo. MewTwo! Right! Minora turned squarely to Tristan and responded.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Why don't we just go check it out? Between the lot of us, I'm sure we can deal with any problems we might encounter. I have half a mind to bet this is some kind of prank."</em></strong><br/><br/>She then added,<strong><em>"And if this turns out to be real, we can just ask, right? I mean, we WERE invited, after all."</em></strong><br/><br/><em><strong>"Gen-GAR!"</strong></em>, Renzo objected.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Shush! I know they're strangers, Renzo. That's why you're gonna watch my back, right?"</strong></em><br/><br/>Renzo paused for a moment, then looked around at the group. He nodded, then disappeared into the floor once again. Because of their partnership and Minora's capacity to communicate with some ghosts telepathically, Renzo had a unique way of warning the young Ranger of potential threats before they were upon her. He would slink in the shadows and scout around, relaying the situation to her via a psychic link.