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"If they just tried a little harder instead of being so snippy around each other—ugh." He sighed. "But fine, I'll tone it down if that'll make you happy."

The Aviator slouched in her seat. "Keep forgetting you can't be nice without someone holding you hand."

"Nice job," she said, then gulped when she realized it was her turn. Slowly, feeling like she was being dragged before the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, she climbed onto the stage and took the microphone in her shaking hands, biting out the name of the song to Valon.

Ix had to glance behind her to reassure herself that no, not everyone was staring at her, before turning back when the music started. She closed her eyes; she knew the words by heart as it was, and it was easier to pretend she was somewhere that wasn't crowded with upwards of thirty people.

"Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening

Tell the bookie put a bet on "not a damn thing will go wrong!""

She was grinning now; she must have lost track of all the times she had listened to this song, trying to take comfort in the words. Though she didn't begin dancing—impossible with her bad leg—she did start swaying in place slightly.

"The odds are that we will probably be alright

Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright for another night!"

By the time she reached the end of the song, her voice had lost its quaver of fear and she replaced the mic with a huge smile, turning to look at Marina. "I do okay?"

"But you have not touched his mind. It is not something I wish to do again. I do not consider bloodlust of this degree to be a mere 'quirk'. However, I admire your... optimism, to say the least."

"But I certainly know this needling is bothering her. It's bothering Lump, too." The 'I doubt you care' tacked to the end was barely audible. "Now, mind you, I'm not a psychologist and neither are you, and neither you nor me are supposed to solve Avirait's problems." He sighed. "But I know that quiet is better than constant arguing."

He crossed his arms. Opened his mouth, closed it. Finally he sat down with an annoyed sigh.

"Everything bothers her these days," he muttered.

Navare interlaced his fingers near his chest. "Every one of us has our own quirks, Taldaris," he said. "Amris' is just worse than others. That is not to say it cannot change. For its sake, I hope it does."

"What was your first clue?" she said, sitting heavily in a nearby chair.

((And thanks for the catch. Fixed.))

Taldaris grudgingly sank back into his seat. "Battle rage is one thing and sociopathic tendencies, another. Were I his commander back during my days in the Expeditionary Force, I would have him stripped of his rank and taken to Aiur in shackles. No matter how strong the enemy and no matter how well your ally fights them, you have a choice. Never let your guard down around this creature, Agent Navare. I do not trust it."

The mage frowned, rubbing his chin. "The simplest explanation is that the subject did not come up when it was recruited. The Foxglove Official wasn't pleased when it found out. Not at all." He winced minutely. "Amris is on probation now. I hope it passes, because at the end of day when push comes to shove it is a dependable partner, despite his... problem... and Madokami knows I need one; Nanoha Sues tend to be OP even for Sues."

"He revels in torture?" Taldaris made a move to stand. "How has such a creature passed muster? The Foxglove Official must be out of his mind to allow such a sociopath to remain in the PPC."

"Who? I don't think I saw anypony disappear somewhere."

Turning back to Ami, she added: "So... what kind of magic are we talking about? Super-destructo voice or something? Sounds neat! Makes my own talent sound lame by comparison." Fire Flash smiled and shifted her position a bit, making her armour's plating clatter against each other.

Des looked at the Time Lords as well. "It sounds like this really bothers you." He paused, glancing at the ceiling before turning to look at Zeb. "You can't always avoid making people angry; that's how life works. You should probably apologise, though." Another pause. "And you can stop shipping them, too, because it obviously bothers her."

He put his Device back into his pocket. "You have noticed that Amris' Aura Fields have been changing colours all the time, right? That is how it expresses emotions, among other things. That white flash is anger; the rainbow before it is 'communicating via tight beam'." He paused. "As to 'twisted', well... it's an artist, but its choice of materials is rather poor; it seems to have a preference for live creatures' or Suvians' innards. The Foxglove Official has reprimanded it multiple times already."

"But you'll have to do this anyways.And given the way you sang, you shouldn't be worried," Marina said as she was going on stage, making sure she didn't touch anything electronic on her way. Once she was before th micro and the usic began, she began to sing in a rather low voice.

When can we do this again?

Yeah, it's been fun but now I've got to go Life is way too short to take it slow But before I go and hit the road Tell me when When can I see you again? When can I see you again? Tell me when When can I see you again?

She then left the stage with a short bow to the public. At least, she hadn't stumbled at any moment during the song.

"So..." She clasped her hands behind her back. "Who goes first? And don't you dare say I should because I was in Gryffindor; bravery and willingly making a fool out of yourself for no reason are two completely different things."

"We shall. Let's do this."

"This is quite a music collection, uh...uh...I don't think I got your name. Do you have any Lady Gaga songs?"

((OOC: I decided a performance would be better than Miguel and Violet bickering.))

"I mostly practice singing on my own. Stuff tends to happen when I sing--" she showed Fire Flash her cutie mark "--and I don't want to bother my partners with damage control."

Chris looked at Ami with concern. "I didn't feel anything when you did that defeat-by-poetry reading in Moria..."

"I didn't have my regular magic then," she clarified. "Elf magic is weird."

He nodded. "I see. ...Wait, where'd Miguel go?"

She winked at Ami. "Glad somepony liked it."