Not What I Expected...(Full)

Yang stepped forward with a hand raised. "I did find one trap while you were all busy doing...whatever." She said with a slightly annoyed expression on her face. "See, they rigged the Danger Room. I dunno if it's geared toward Cyborg's durability when you enter but it throws EVERYTHING at you by way of energy attacks. I dunno about you guys, but so far I'm the only one who can get in."

She nods to her laptop and then back to Ephraim. "Anyway, if someone is good with tech, then I'd like someone to stick back here while I go to the control room of it so we can deactivate it and sync it up with my laptop. Alternatively if anyone else is as durable as I am, we could always send someone else up so that I can work my own laptop."

Metamorphi growled, the guy got away, he turned into steel and pounded on the door, but it didn't budge, he tapped the metal and became it, he could probably break it open now, but there was no point, he got away. The other girl made a request, he turned to her and showed his body, which was now made of the powerful metal I'll go, you stay here he waited for her to accept or deny his help.

Bow smiled sweetly, still a little out of it as Ephraim spoke, but quickly snapped back to reality with a serious expression as Yang talked about what she had found. It seemed that she had located a trap and wanted to go back through the room to disable it. Unfortunately, Bow wouldn't be any help in the situation she was describing and she sighed inwardly as she came to terms with the fact that she was probably the most useless out of everyone in the room. Even the half-naked demon chick had the fact that she spoke in a different language. Bow could barely call upon her powers to help light a match, much less be of any use in any other capacity.

Then she thought of something and stepped up to the rest of them from being outside the circle. She spoke softly with a hint of worry about her. "Perhaps while you two are disarming the room, the rest of us will discuss what happens next? This building is where the Titan's once called home. What are we? Some motley crew that has assembled under the same roof just coincidentally and will disband after tonight? Or do you guys plan to form the next Teen Titan's? And if that is the case, are you sure you're prepared to face the consequences, both positive and negative, of what it means to join a team?... Please understand, I'm not trying to dissuade anybody... I'm just trying to wrap my own brain around the concept and I guess I'm just venting my thoughts but, please take them to heart. There has to be a reason for us to stay together and, although the previous Titan's were absolutely amazing, if the only reason we want to stay in this tower is to be just like them, we can leave right now. We will never be them. If we are a team. We will be the team we create. Not them." As she talked she grew passionate and had an aura of humble authority about her that could not be denied. It could be seen in her eyes that she was not trying to put on a front, this was just her natural presence. Though it could also be seen that she wasn't sure what her own choice would be. It would certainly take time for any sensible person to reach a conclusion as whether to form a team or not.

Ephraim listened to Yang carefully. A trap, energy weapons. He raised his hand.

"I'm not so sure I'm durable yet; but I've got something that might help regardless."

He turned to Miley, kneeling down beside her.

"Wity bodefem ine reastime cruild comete. Kir gamest gal withe." (I'm going into the big tower. Stay with the pink-haired girl.)

Ephraim stood up, turning to Bow now, who gave a sort of speech. He spoke up,
"You're right. We won't ever be them...but you know who we will be? We'll be us...We'll be the new team, even if all of us don't want to stay. The moment we take up that tower, we take up the new mantle of the Titans." He smiled a bit and turned back to Yang and Meta.

"Let's go."

OOC: If it's quite alright might we end it here?