A hooded figure with tufts of pink hair poking out from under her hood popped up from her spot in the ground, her foot tapping restlessly. She saw the Libra group start to take off. Only four members! Now was her chance! She dove under the arms of several tall, stoic looking men and women to run up to the retreating group. She finally caught up with them and walked behind them as they went on to their next location, looking around nervously.

A wanted poster of a pink haired girl was on the board as they pass, Dead or Alive 'for the illegal practice and trade of magic.' The hooded figure let out a small squeak and ran ahead to the board quickly, ripping it down. She looked around quickly, anxious and tore it in half before stuffing the poster in her pack. She looked around to make sure no one had noticed. She ran back to the group, going to the head, some sort of Holy knight by the look of him. She gently moved her hood back and looked up at him, her loosely braided pink hair falling all about.

"Aaah, Hi, I'm Er-..." Best not use her real name. "Spark!" Nailed it. "Yeah, I'm Spark, I've been commissioned late to work with you, just got my orders filled out and WHOOP here I am gosh is it hot in here? I'd take off my cloak but unfortunately I have like WAAAAYY amounts of cleavage and I'd cut back and forth between being too hot and too cold if I take the cloak on and off and I hear you can get sick from that, I dunno what do you think? I think it's a dumb design and like blankets I always end up with one foot hanging off the bed from being too warm and too cold simultaneously and can't find a good medium, yeah huh?"
She spoke like she was late for a track meet, her voice going several miles per hour in a short amount of time.