Corey slipped into the circle tepidly. The floramancer glanced about warily. "So quick, isn't it? That this is happening." The blond held his staff tightly. For once he was clean, and his dirty blond hair turned out to be a honey color under all the muck and dust.
Aqualad arrived on his own, and... it was quite obvious something was bothering him. He kept taking quick glances at the two Orbs, or kept staring at the ground.
Despite anticipating the outcome of what Slizzath had sworn to him, he could not help but dread the coming of what was about to happen.
*Gust floated into the circle, feeling tense and maybe even, for once, anxious as she nodded in agreement with Corey. This was the culmination of everything they'd been doing, everything they'd been aiming and hoping for - it all came down to this. Nothing could go wrong. She wouldn't let it. She knew what she had to do.*
Terra still wasn't entirely comfortable with Aristotle, but, well, she couldn't exactly bail now -- that, and the other Dragons were friends, comrades, fellow heroes, and they were enough to assuage her doubts. Without saying a word, lest her mouth somehow betray her, she joined the group, like she had seen the others do.
Slizzath was already there, as usual, and leaning against a pillar. He was feigning boredom at the words of his benefactor and mock-snoring in a corner.
"We've heard all this before, Aristotle. Let's just get on with it."
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Despite anticipating the outcome of what Slizzath had sworn to him, he could not help but dread the coming of what was about to happen.
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"We've heard all this before, Aristotle. Let's just get on with it."
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