<div class="floatleft">(http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii331/Nolifeking_photos/cute-blonde-emo-hairstyles-53.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Glamorous</span></span><br/><em>Blonde Fashionista, Petite Titan</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>8<strong>SPE:</strong>0<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>4<strong>AGL:</strong>0<strong>PER:</strong>2<br/><br/><strong>~The League HQ~</strong><br/><br/>A delicate shudder went through Glamorous' body, her skin prickling as the Incubus spoke about the history of the Rubric Scarab.  There was something lurking in his voice, something smokily seductive that sent a shiver up one's spine.  That or someone need to turn the A/C down in the Spire.<em>"It's too damn cold,"</em>she grumpily thought, having placed her iPhone down on the large conference table as she wrapped her arms around herself.  Rubbing them up and down, she woefully noted that trend-setters suffered for their art.  She could have chosen something with long sleeves instead of her tee, but she currently didn't have anything that matched well with the jeans she was wearing.  Perhaps she should go shopping later after the conference was done.  She had seen that oversized hoodie from H&M on her drive over; the floppy sleeves that would extend out past her hands would look absolutely adorable.  Although she still had those UGG boots she had been planning on getting for herself as a reward too; did she have enough money for both?<br/><br/>"Choices, choices..." she muttered under her breath, making little clicking noises with her tongue against her teeth while being completely unaware that she was doing so.  Thankfully, no one called her on it as the Countess beamed an image of the Rubric Scarab for everyone to see.  Unable to help herself, Glamorous gawked in appreciation.  They were planning on destroying that?  It seemed like such a waste; she wouldn't mind having it to wear as a necklace.<br/><br/>Of course, it was a little hard for Nicole to get over her disbelief still.  How on earth was an old Egyptian jewel supposed to be something full of goodly magical power?  Glamorous wasn't even entirely convinced that magic even existed, the years of scientific training at the university having been drilled into her.  Although science couldn't exactly explain some of the things she had witnessed since she had begun working for the League.  Or the fact that she was now a scientific puzzle.  After her accident, she was well-aware that the others at Sigma-Aldrich had tried to duplicate the effects of what had happened to her.  They acted like they weren't, like she didn't notice, and Nicole pretended not to.  After all, they were paying her handsomely to stick around. So far, nothing had worked.   And that was part of the reason why the chemical company was willing to pay her so much; she was both part researcher and part guinea pig.  If they could find out the secret to her newfound strength and resilience, Sigma-Aldrich would be able to market the serum to governments for a new breed of super-soldier.<br/><br/>As the Countess mused aloud, Glamorous interrupted towards the end as she frowned thoughtfully.  "They're displaying it as bait, right?  They obviously want us to come in because we know how important it is.  And they'll be laying some kind of trap for us.  Which kind of seems more something villian-ish.  But it's obvious from the fact that Landon mentioned that the Interpol and CIA are involved.  They're expecting trouble."  At least, that's what made sense in her mind.  Unless the Order was simply full of idiots who couldn't tell their left hand from their right one.  Which she was willing to admit might also be a distinct possibility.<br/><br/>At this point, Dr. Creel came in and apologized for his lateness.  Nicole resisted the urge to giggle; honestly, he reminded her of a few of the other researchers that worked at Sigma-Aldrich.  Absent-minded but brilliant.  He had even forgotten to take off his laboratory coat and left the goggles perched atop of his head like some exotic bird.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, Glamorous ignored the feeling of self-consciousness as she voiced the question she knew that everyone was thinking.  "So when should we go in to try and grab the scarab?  Should we show up as guests at the party and then make our move?  Having hostages in the crowd might be useful to get away.  Or we could always go after..."  Her sentence was never finished as the iPhone buzzed loudly once before beginning to blast the opening lines of "Never Again" by Kelly Clarkson on the conference table, flustering Nicole as her face flamed red.  She swiped at it, picked it up from the table, and then proceeded to fumble around with it, juggling it in her hands for a few moments before it fell to the floor and awkwardly bounced underneath the table.<br/><br/>Still merrily blasting away the music.  "...sorry..." she said meekly before slipping out of her chair to get on her hands and knees as she began to look for her phone.  She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that this little display was going to definitely affect the bonus that was promised at the end of this particular job.