<div class="floatleft">(http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4444/4066378thumb.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lady Onyx</span></span><br/><em>Strength and Durability</em><br/><strong>STR: 6</strong><strong>SPE:  0</strong><strong>INT: 2</strong><br/><strong>DUR: 6</strong><strong>AGL: 0</strong><strong>PER: 2</strong><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Situation Room, Hall of Order<br/><br/>Her dark eyes shift for a moment as first the the slightly disheveled and apologetic woman rushes into the room, and then again when the man who looked more at home at a board meeting than here entered the situation room one after the other. Her lips pull into a frown as she turns her gaze then towards the rather greasy confection that sat in front of her, a 'quick' meal it was, and one that was quite unhealthy as well. A metallic fork rests between two of her long, chocolate-brown fingers as she seems to be nonchalantly bending the metal object back and forth as if it were made of rubber rather than steel.<br/><br/>A single hand is raised as the woman with long blonde hair begins to apologize for her late arrival. "It is fine, do not worry so much we are still trying to get this meeting situated anyway." She offers.<br/><br/>Quieting she turns to focus her attention towards the man speaking. A rough, low, and pronounced accented voice. She had -no- idea who he even was, though he did propose a rather unique solution. "Replacing it would be preferable, well before it goes on display. Do you have any idea where a convincing forgery could even be -found- in the short amount of time we have?"