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"Honestly, I have no idea what I'm actually doing."

"Why, how self-absorbed, darling- and that is coming from me," Flarus cackled, hands on his slender hips as he shook his head at the dark-haired humanoid. "To babble off about oneself in a game where the sole objective is to make a judgement on the person above you is.. unbecoming, to say the very least. Now now, not all of us are cut out to lay with perfection, but please, surely you can think of something more illuminating to say next time?" Eyes narrowed with an amplified display of disbelief, the rust-furred assassin slowly circled Jasmine, ending his tense observation of the girl with a patronizing tap on the cheek. Such a young blank slate, and she already claimed to have no idea what she was doing. If it hadn't been so rude to only talk about herself in a place that was meant for sharing thoughts on another, Flarus would've almost worried about the girl's self-esteem. No idea what she was doing? Why, she'd barely been given the chance to do anything! "But.. ah, no matter, darling. Whatever flavor and life experience you may still lack will come to you in due time, rest assured. There will come a time where you will know exactly what you are doing.." A sly smirk crept onto Flarus's face, a glisten of mischief in his amber eyes. "..in this game, or otherwise."

Apollo peered at Flarus, a glint of skepticism in his eye.
"You are, uh, very... overconfident." He noted, before nervously adding;
"I could be wrong, but it- the confidence, that is- almost seems like something you hide underneath."

He shrugged, turning away, "I dunno, just never met a normal person who acts like.. that"

"You seem like a woman who has been through a lot, but that hasn't discouraged you in any way." Suzie Q took a pause to look at Yennefer some more. "You're rather driven and ambitious, which are good qualities anyone could have" — she cleared her throat – "Of course, if you aren't careful, they can lead you to ruin. You don't seem like you would let happen any time soon though."

"You seem more introspective and self-aware than meets the eye, meat ba...I mean human"

"The..... The Big O? Voltron? Megazord? A Gundam, perhaps?"

"That thing is nothing like a Gundam...But, I suppose it's difficult to tell when you see a big machine. Either way, that's all I have to say."

"Ah, Gundam. Kokonoe's a fan of those large robots and made a few of her own... But I digress. You wield yours well."

"Woa-hoah, look at 'em guns on ya, guy!" Sprite bellowed, gesturing at Iron Tager's gargantuan gauntlets with wide, sparkling eyes. "Mean, they're not exactly real guns, but y'know what I'm proddin' at. Phew, how much they even weigh?" Though saying that she'd seen many types like Iron in her day made her seem much older than she actually was, there was truth to it. Grizzled mercenary men with all sorts of cool gadgets taped to their person. They were the bread and butter for guerilla alliances like the Skylax, each of 'em more eccentric and badass than the previous. "Think y'could just, like, catch a fighter drone outta the air like a pruttball with those mitts. Not sayin' we should ever try somethin' that dangerous, but y'know, the offer stands if y'ever wanna find out. Got a hijacked FF-47 lyin' around. Could even get a lil' crowd of lookseers, make 'em bet on it, earn us some fun cash. Y'just say the word, Metal Mitten Man." There was another stray thought that crossed her ever busy and haywiring brain. Could Iron Tager's mega gauntlets withstand her? The mean her, the other her, the Therion lurking beneath that she didn't often liked to wake unless Zero was around to keep her leashed. It surely would be a sight to see a giant cyborg wrestle a 3 meter meteor of fur, muscle and rage. "Anyway, been gettin' sidetracked here. Y'seem like a solid guy, Iron. Not the sort to let all 'em merc shenanigans get to your head. Really seem like a reliable kind to be runnin' gigs with. Keep, uhh.. keep that up, I guess?" Her eager smirk faded into a more controlled and heartfelt smile as Sprite extended her arm to attempt an amiacle pat on the shoulder. Despite her best efforts, she only reached Iron's upper deltoid. Eh, the thought mattered.

"...Hm."

There's a sort of uncertainty in Meridith's tone and posture. Her eyes are narrowed, as per usual, there's a bit of a wrinkle on her nose, and she's ever so slightly leaning away from Sprite. If one would hazard to guess, she seemed a little overstimulated in the presence of this rowdy renegade.

"...You're too rambunctious for my liking," She finally states, her tone flat, but expression softening. "But I'm not going to berate someone for having a good attitude."

It's true. Even if she preferred someone a little more on the calmer and quieter side of things (or ideally, either an animal, or nobody at all), Meridith would much rather be in the presence of someone who radiates enthusiasm, over someone whose very presence can ruin her day. She could name a few examples of the latter.

If only Meridith had a chance to get a first impression of Sprite's beastly alter ego. Could Meridith understand and speak with a Therion? Would a Therion have anything insightful to say, or does the beast's humanity get stripped away in favour of raw power? So many questions, but alas, there are no answers for her today. Maybe next time...

Harley would be casually walking along as she crossed paths with Meridith.

"Gyaahhh!"

She would yell as she noticed the woman, then hop back.

"Why tha hell ya mean muggin' like that? Someone take ya sweet roll or somethin'?"

Harley curiously stepped closer and examined the woman.

"Oh, I get it. Ya totes one of those kill ya now, ask questions later kinda gals. I ain't got no beef with ya, so I'ma jus' skedaddle!"

She clearly didn't read the room, but it is her first impression, afterall.

Mallory 's eyes were drawn to Harley's colorful makeup and hair, her curiosity visible on her face as her bubblegum pink lips pouted at an unspoken thought she'd been having moments before Harley's visage distracted her. A proper fashionista, she understood exactly what she was looking at and concluded several things about Harley at a glance. Nothing too specific, just some women's intuition about what kind of person would present themselves that way. Most important of all the things she picked up on was that this girl must be fun. Her expression shifted to a mischievous, almost catty smile after a moment as she stepped forth to try and get Harley's attention. "Sorry--I just wanted to say I love your look! Feels like you could be on stage at a punk concert!" she cheerily offered, winking at the other, a quarter-sized pink cartoony heart very much visible to the human eye floating away from her winking eye before popping like a bubble.

"Hmmm…you seem normal enough, but I can't shake the feeling that you're hiding something."

"From what little I know about you, I'd say that heavy armor is just for show. Surely there's a better way to bring out armor into a battlefield, but what do I know? The two of us aren't alike in our choice of armor. Whether it really is for show or combat practical where you are from, it matters not."