whatever it takes -- evacuation drills

[nemhain.]

Nemhain had been expecting this, even before the recent meeting had taken place. After all, she knew Rin's head inside and out, and she certainly hadn't missed the way that her thoughts had been constantly churning as of late. Shifting, clicking together and being rearranged over and over again, until the magna had the perfect plan that would work wonders against the Captain's future onslaught. Once or twice Nemhain had focused, closing her eyes briefly as she let her own mind send the ghost of impressions to Rin, just a few ideas that she thought would perhaps be of use. She used them so subtly that it would probably just seem as if they were a new thought freshly popped up in Rin's garden of a mind, rather than planted there by her persona. And Nemhain was perfectly happy with that. She wasn't doing this for credit. She already knew the plan that Rin had run over in her mind constantly the last few hours, but that didn't prevent the fenghuang from finding her way over at Rin's call. She knew that she was to be of use, and she wasn't about to not attend the event and risk insulting her user. Instead she landed nearby, folding her wings in close before speaking, "At your service, Lady Rin." She knew that Rin could occasionally feel rather awkward about how well mannered and old fashioned Nem was, but the words just felt appropriate as they slipped from her beak. An obedient soldier, ready to take on a massive and terrifying enemy.