The Battle of Death Mountain: Staging

[Miranda Frost]

"Wouldn't hurt"

Miranda assumed it wouldn't. Not him anyhow. Not knowing oneself is an embarrassment nearly worse than death. They say that being forgotten is a second death, so what if one forgets oneself? Miranda sighed and crossed her arms as if hugging the thick, heavy fabric to her form would warm her cold heart. "I fail to see why you would need to know. However, you know as much as I do.", she said shrugging to herself. Her metal prosthetic arms  fell to her side, her head turning to glimpse back at the ones following.

Without their knowing, her eye scanned them, feeding information into her mind about their capabilities but not necessarily their background. However, through the tools a man wield, Miranda could guess what kind of person that man is. Red himself did not don the colors of an army or police force and his weapons supported this. He was a scout of some kind or spy. He wasn't tied down to one army or ideal, but perhaps a mercenary of sorts.

Red's Companion, Thor, was more familiar to Miranda than she'd like to had admitted. Its true her memories about herself were wiped from her mind, she wasn't completely empty. She held knowledge from her original world. This man was Thor, Norse god of Thunder. Miranda grinned behind her mask. It seems not even gods were immune to Omni's touch. Thor didn't seem to lament from being taken, but rather flowed with the events that transpired around him in the same manner a cloud would. It was a respectable trait at the very least.

And then there was the other woman. From their first encounter Miranda generalized that she was a telepath of sorts. Her more in depth analysis wasn't far off either. She manipulated a mystical power that Revan mentioned as the Force earlier, though this was more of a guess than anything. Other than that the armor composition and the weapon she wielded was more foreign to her than she would have liked. To determined more specifics about those, if Miranda was still interested, she'd have do another analysis later.

The group seemed to have stumbled upon a village of sorts, or perhaps a war camp  if Nealaphh's message was any indication. This only mean the foursome was in the right place and just in time to. Miranda doubted they'd have to wait much longer, the tension in the air was as thick as the dark, low hanging ash clouds that clung to Death mountain. Before long the group arrived to the center of the camp, where another group of four waited.

"We are here.", she announced to the group,  her steps shortened to a slower stroll. Out of those four, only two seemed to be human, and even then only one of the two wasn't disguised as such. This... being must be Nealaphh. It was strange though, for most of the information she scanned from him didn't quite make sense in her mind. Why was this the case? Perhaps human minds could only comprehend subjects that are themselves human. She'd have to fix this at another time.

She nodded towards the other three, human... male figures mainly out of politeness and turned toward the three eyed being itself. "My name is Frost. Me and the ones behind me have come to lend a fist in your.... " Her eyes glanced up at the hulking mountain face. "...Endeavor"