Asgardried, Quarters Section
*Chere is sitting outside her room when Marin comes along*
Chere: *jumping up* Hey! You! Where were you?
Marin: *looking exhausted* Training...
Chere: For ten hours? Training to do what?
Marin: To know how to use a sword.
Chere: Um? Why would you need to know that? You can friggin shapeshift.
Marin: *sighs* Because... well... you never know what might happen.
Chere: Whatever you say. So when are we going back home? I've already been gone for... what, a whole frikkin' year?
Marin: As soon as Guy can get you back. First we have to find our other friends...
Chere: Get *me* back? You're not coming?
Marin: I can't. What we're trying to do now... is too important.
*She opens her door, walks in and collapses face-first on her bed*
Chere: Ooooookay then.
Aren: You... don't actually even know?
*Aren's communicator buzzes*
Comm: Ms. Aren, where are the four humanoids who were just brought in? They're needed to begin preparations for the ritual.
Aren: *into comm* Tell the mages they'll just have to wait.
Forum A-Wing pilot of mysterious and indistinct gender. Aresener now and forever.