Whimsical sat quietly, his eyes constantly analyzing not only the man who spoke to them all, but those who were listening. Out of the corner of his eye, he could notice a known figure of a girl, recognizing her especially because of the orange cursor. But, as it was natural to the red-haired male, he said nothing about it and his eyes soon found another target to analyze, skeptically. Damn, are they really going to take on a boss? Look at them... He wasn't having those thoughts due to arrogance, but because he was genuinely worried about the well-being of some of those who were around. With Diavel's explanation about the boss and then about the groups, Whimsical mentally placed himself as a C or D group member: Even though he used two-handed weapons, he was fast and capable of dishing out pretty good damage in a short time. His amber-eyes moved towards another known figure of a tall, burly man: Titan. What was he thinking about this?
Exhaling a soft sigh, Whimsical brushed his hair using his hand, fingers gently digging through it and fixing it back in place; not like the pixels had fallen out of place, anyway; it was just out of habit. It had been so long and... they failed to move anywhere. It was good that finally, they were preparing themselves to begin climbing through the floors, even if it was just the first one. Still; were they truly prepared? Whimsical couldn't get that thought out of his mind... It was nearly as if he was questioning himself. Was he, himself, prepared? For the third time, the man started to look towards those on the auditorium, wondering what they were thinking, if they were afraid, if they were hopeful. But he was no mind-reader or skilled face-reader, he couldn't tell what they were feeling by simply looking at their face.
He settled with what he was feeling, himself: A strange nervousness with a mixture of hope. He wasn't insecure, but neither was he completely confident. The man took the weapon from his back and eyed it over: Beheading Behemoth. This was a rare weapon... And one that gave him quite the trouble. A whole month of grinding just to get to a level high enough in order to take that one sub-boss in Dire Mt. who dropped it, but damn, he was pleased with it. The weapon was like, boosting his confidence every time he laid eyes upon it. Even now, a few hours from a possibly very difficult fight. Once it was over, Whimsical took the guide which was handed to him and began to walk off, only briefly scanning it with his eyes. He'd give it a more careful read later...
