"I win again! Now, give me your money!" Lierre exclaims. The dark-skinned girl can obviously get a little carried away with gambling and games of chance.
"Lierre, we didn't even bet any money," Chump number one states with a confused tone. The other chump doesn't even say anything; she just looks pissed that she lost another round. Lierre's expression changes from excitement to disappointment in a heartbeat once she hears that she won't be receiving any winnings from her glorious victory. She opens her mouth to argue her non-existent case, but stops before she can even say anything.
I don't even remember the names of these two. Lierre begins to panic ever so slightly as she realizes her mouth is still wide open. She quickly rises to get away from the two nameless individuals. "I suppose I'll take my leave if that's the case, gotta get some sleep. I might see you again…" She states simply while looking expectantly at the two.
"Lierre, that's like the fifth time you've asked our names," Lloyd says with an edge of annoyance. The girl looks like she is about to explode when she learns that Lierre still can't remember either of the duo's names.
"I'm Rozanne! You better remember it, for it shall someday be the name that will bring your terrible game-playing regime to the ground!" The girl, Rozanne, rants. She seems to have a flare for the dramatic; that explains the big-ass instrument, then.
"Whatever, have fun doing whatever it is you do; I'm getting some sleep before our trials tomorrow," Lierre says as she walks away from the crazy twosome. Her armor clanks and jingles as she tries to find a suitable spot to lay her sleeping bag. After a few minutes, she manages to find a free spot in the ballroom.
Lierre begins to methodically remove her armor and her two swords; the scale and chain shirts don't take long but her boots and gloves take a bit longer to unclasp and store away. She feels somewhat relieved once she puts on her pajamas; armor wasn't really the most comfortable thing to wear. All of her gear packs away very easily, but she hesitates once she sees her swords. Maybe I can just keep them with me overnight this once.
The lights soon go out and the chatter dies down after everyone says their 'goodnights' and 'see you tomorrows.' Try as she might, though, she can't sleep; almost all of the people she knew stayed in Vacuo, she feels alone in a strange, cold-ass land. She misses them, she misses her father. Most of all, however, she misses her mother. Maybe that's why I can't just pack up my swords.
She doesn't really know any of these people around her, and everyone she's met so far seems to be a total buffoon. I should probably give those two dorks a second chance; for all I know, I could end up on a team with them. I really hope that doesn't happen. Lloyd wasn't really that bad, but that was mostly because he didn't talk. Rozanne, however, couldn't shut up about music, weapons, family, and pretty much anything that came across her mind. She had tried to get Lierre to talk about her weapons, but that was precious information she isn't inclined to share yet.
She quickly decides to perform maintenance on her weapons after thinking about them for a moment. The two swords aren't really in need of maintenance, but it's better than just lying in bed not sleeping. She quickly sets up a dim light and removes the weapons from their sheathes. Grace is a long scimitar, but Lierre quickly changes it into its rifle form; Grace also doubles as a long-range bolt-action rifle. She is soon finished cleaning and oiling the rifle and its parts so she moves on to Fury. Her other sword is a shorter, straighter sabre that rearranges into a lever-action rifle.
That didn't take nearly long enough, Lierre thinks as she resigns herself to a long, restless night.