One-Shot, a little longer than a drabble. Third person POV, centers around Vyral (A character of mine whom needs a little love!)
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She sighed and turned off her MP3 player, then removed the earbuds from her ears. She sat isolated from everyone else – on purpose, of course. She didn’t really want anything to do with them. She had just been... Assigned to their group.

A bunch of lunatics, she thought, glaring at them from behind the messy black hair that covered her face. The Maltilian government... What do they see in this tiny faction of the organization? They’re no threat!

She watched as a woman with dark purple hair spoke into her cellphone. Vyral looked down at her MP3 player, then fingered the green streak in her hair lightly, following it to one of two of the two black spikes that pointed downward from the side of her head.

“Vyral, we have a mission. Get up and come on,” the white haired man said. Although his features were, overall, softer than the others’, his piercing red gaze sent shivers down Vyral’s spine.

Vyral nodded and got up, then followed the others out of the room. Although, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with them, she thought.