"Yes just set them down right here." Aliba stood in the living room of her new home, a large, blindingly white new home designed to house the newest pair of Paladin pilots, one that Aliba was a part of. She oversaw the delivery of her luggage multiple workers that her father hired to carry her things where holding boxes and bags, full of her belongings, and setting them down near her bedroom. Despite working as a Paladin pilot, she wasn't exactly the laboring type. Once all of her things where set down, Aliba dismissed the workers, and took inventory of the things brought in, mumbling to herself a list of what was there, which under her watch was everything. She began to pull her boxes into her bedroom, her heels clacking against the hard wood floor of the house, sending a small echo through the hallway and into the incredibly comfortable living room.

The entire house was silent for a while, before the door to the front of the house closed. The sound of stepping up stairs could be heard then a head poked around the corner of her door, looking in. It was a women of about 20 years of age, one side of her hair cut short, the other king, reaching down her arm. She was wearing what looked to be a loose tank top and gun training sweats on. All in grey and black it was. “Hey roomie. I’ll just set up next door, ‘right? If you need me you’ll know where to find me.” She said, turning to go to her new room. god this is so many boxes. Who needs this much shit? she thought to herself, carefully sidestepping last the tower of boxes

Aliba turned to address her new partner, a rather attractive woman, in Aliba's eyes at least. She wasn't bad herself, with long white hair that fell to her lower back, eyes so purple they could make an amethyst blush (somehow), and incredibly fair skin. She nodded. "Noted, although I believe introductions are in order, right?" This was largely a formality. Aliba had next to no interest in socializing, but teammates should at least know something about eachother. She finished adjusting the first of her many British flags, which stood at a perfect 90° angle, something she checked herself, on one of her bedposts, and began placing the second one on another bedpost.

She sighed gently, turning to face her again. “All right. I’m Vita but just call me V, it’s way easier to say. Ok 22, and I’ve been a paladin for three years. Now your turn.” She said, taking a look around her room. She took note of the strange amount of British flags, the fully ninety degree angle of them, and then took a look at the girl. She looked her up and down slowly, taking in her lovely purple eyes, contrasting with her own pale blue, almsot grey eyes, her white hair and almost perfect skin. this bitch might be a little crazy, but damn has she got looks.