Stormy eyes observed the absolute whiteness below through plane's window. It was indeed blinding and with elegant move, woman put on sunglasses, sigh passing her lips. She was not worried or sad, mind you. Just irritated. This had to be the most ridiculous thing ever. Not only the thought of seven people saving the world was laughable, but the choice of meeting place was absolutely idiotic. And no doubt, so would be the other six that she was to team up with. She had seen them, in the announcement or perhaps, more accurately - plea for help.
So, why had she agreed to this? There was little choice, really, and perhaps that grated her nerves most of all. Sybille hated when she was played and pushed into things she wasn't interested in. Then again, nothing that didn't benefit her interested her. However, the fact she
did have a clear idea how to use this for her own good remedied some of the sore aspects. Unfortunately, many other remained, including the bitterness of being dragged in this.
"Ms Lucier, please fasten your seat belt, we are landing," smiling air-hostess told her as she took away the empty coffee cup and with another sigh, Sybille did as told. Landing wasn't exactly smooth, which didn't help its owner's mood. Before exiting aircraft, she slid one last look around it. Her private jet was perhaps not as luxurious as that of most other celebrities, but it was elegant and functional. She'd miss having it available at any moment of day she wished. Perhaps she could convince the person arranging all of this to let her use it...
Of course she didn't have to carry her own bags to car that would take her to designated meeting place. She was bundled up in thicker winter outfit than she had ever seen in her life before getting called to here and even so, cold wind bit at her face where it wasn't covered. It was not a long drive, but her mind was racing along the car through the vast emptiness. Now that she was here, what was awaiting her? How would they be told to go about this? If they were meant to live
here, she might say no. Although... It would be a shame. To back off such a perfect challenge. Her chance to prove that she was indeed the best, the one capable of anything, even saving world where others failed.
World would look upon her and see that she brought light, that she had suffered for them. Not
too much to make her look weak, just enough to invoke admiration. Smile settled on woman's lips. Glory she righteously deserved would not pass her by. Driver got out of the car and opened doors for her and she climbed out, nodding at him slightly. The man went for her bags and piled them at her feet. With certain difficulty, she glanced at her
wristwatch. It was not a simple, pretty accessory - one of the toughest watches in world, it could endure the extreme temperatures and other crisis.
It would be soon. Or so she hoped. She nodded at her driver again, who got in car and moved it further away, but not so far he wouldn't see what was happening. Out of her luggage, she picked backpack that she had particularly prepared for this. If all other of her things were lost, she wouldn't blink - clothes and makeup could be bought again. But these things, she actually needed. Not that she couldn't do without them, but it was better if she had them.
But whereas the cold didn't bother her watch, it bothered
her. Sybille pulled furry hood further around her face with already numbing fingers. And then she focused on the six before her. They were much like she had expected, a miserable lot in their own ways. Like that blondie - had he not thought of wearing a hat or coat with hood when coming to a place like this? Pah. Idiot.
With this, her contemplation came to an end, however. While she didn't bother to honor blondie with answer, at this moment ray of light appeared and cautiously, she gazed at it. Moments later, the blonde man approached it and spiraled into new turn of events. As her clothes began to change, she gasped - insulted that something, magical or not, dared to touch her outfit. Thankfully, she got one of the more sane
outfits*. It was tight and therefor revealing, but in camouflage and the knee high boots were sturdy and comfortable even after prolonged time of walking. But that she'd find out later.
Now she focused on
Yuera's voice and pursued her lips slightly. Again with ordering them around... And not giving them any choice, obviously. Anger swelled in her. Who did this woman think she was!? And then they began falling and a wail got caught in her throat, before it could be voiced in any way. Dammit, she didn't want to
die! But wait. Unless this was some trick, that bossy witch wouldn't let them die now, would she? Of course not.
Despite that, she couldn't help but gulp before the landing though. At blondie's inquiry, she grimaced ever so slightly at the crude words:
"Of course I did no such thing." Tone said what the words didn't: only someone like you could get so uselessly scared and vulgar. Sybille touched her hair slightly, glad to find it still in the intricate hairdo she had formed not many hours ago. Or rather, in incredibly, impossibly far future. Perhaps she wouldn't be so happy if she knew her makeup was gone, but then again, she was confident she looked
gorgeous without it as well. And in all honesty, it wasn't that far from truth. This woman had perfect skin, her eyelashes were long and eyes didn't need much accenting. Same with rest of her face.
Still, despite generally caring about her looks, she was far more focused on their surroundings right now. If she was right, then they were indeed very far from Antarctica not just map-wise. Blondie just might be right about taking on a dinosaur. Not something she particularly wanted to do, but, hey, you play with cards you were dealt with. Besides, she was master of cheating... She'd handle this.
Hopefully, she still had her backpack. If not, she wouldn't let it devastate her. If no one else did in a short moment, she'd be first to start moving deeper in the enormous jungle.
*The shoes are replaced by more practical boots, as noted.