Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160330064202/@comment-24416658-20160921061219

Nacoma was not at all surprised at Novale's response, seeing how her leader was acting currently. She knew exactly why she was selected as leader, however, and was not about to question it. She went over to the villagers, her Pilgrim Minuteman training kicking in as she began to direct them on what to do when, where, and how.

Anastasia, meanwhile, had a complete change in tone as she listened to Novale's "pep" talk.

"Understood, ma'am," she said, "I'm ready, I can do this." Putting her fingers to her lips and whistling over to the twins, she beckoned them to come over.

"Seiriol!" she called, prompting the aviator to come over, "Hafleikr!" she said, with the sailor coming closer, "I want you two to look around, take a scout of the path to the other village. Don't go too far, just see what you find that may be important, then come right back here." Both of them nodded. Seirol leaped off, her semblance and weapon letting her cover ground from above, while Hafleikr ran off in a similar, yet not parallel direction.

"You guys," Ana asked the twins, "I'm aware you act around a lot, but would it be too much to ask you both to focus now? At least until we get to the next village, then you can do whatever you want. Please?"