Sonja listens to the rollcall that goes on -- she's glad they seem to fall into line and habit, and her body language, as she stands there, is still that of El Generale; hers is the kind of assertiveness that suggests she never even contemplated surrendering the role of leadership.
'Friendly' is not really the word anyone uses to describe her. Her own magical aura is not something she generally conceals, but it is its own unique breed, native to her world and no other: a little demonic, a little witchy, and a sliver of unreality at the edges. That sliver is, for the record, not wholly different to the spaced-out far-flung emptiness you'll find in the fog, the white nothingness at the edges of living night.
(One day she'll have to punch Lucas in the face for changing her that way.)
"All right. Sonja, like I said; I kill things." She smiles, brief and a little brusque. "We're going to need two task forces when we're out in the field. Most of you are going to be preoccupied with the assorted things that want to eat us or have answers that we need. The rest of you will be busy putting fog in a bottle magically which, I trust you realize by now, will be harder than it sounds. Your powers will be dampened in some pockets of the fog, so if you have one or two tricks you like to rely on? Be prepared to broaden your horizons. As for the fog bottling, I can do that myself, but it's more practical if I run the field, since we've got some other competent magic-users here. If you need a weapon, I can supply one. Lex, you will, in fact, be driving. Glad you brought that bow."
She estimates they'll have a couple more additions to the group.
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'Friendly' is not really the word anyone uses to describe her. Her own magical aura is not something she generally conceals, but it is its own unique breed, native to her world and no other: a little demonic, a little witchy, and a sliver of unreality at the edges. That sliver is, for the record, not wholly different to the spaced-out far-flung emptiness you'll find in the fog, the white nothingness at the edges of living night.
(One day she'll have to punch Lucas in the face for changing her that way.)
"All right. Sonja, like I said; I kill things." She smiles, brief and a little brusque. "We're going to need two task forces when we're out in the field. Most of you are going to be preoccupied with the assorted things that want to eat us or have answers that we need. The rest of you will be busy putting fog in a bottle magically which, I trust you realize by now, will be harder than it sounds. Your powers will be dampened in some pockets of the fog, so if you have one or two tricks you like to rely on? Be prepared to broaden your horizons. As for the fog bottling, I can do that myself, but it's more practical if I run the field, since we've got some other competent magic-users here. If you need a weapon, I can supply one. Lex, you will, in fact, be driving. Glad you brought that bow."
She estimates they'll have a couple more additions to the group.