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Felix looked at Crystal. "Good to see you're up," he said, then sat quietly and listened.

He sighed. Things were still a bit confused, but were definitely more organized than before. He listened closely, and had nothing to say but what had been already said. So far several of them had been kind enough to give their names and numbers, so he figured he would return the favor.

"I'm Felix, Number IX," he stated, pulling back his scarf to reveal his shoulder tattoo. He had not known the significance of his birthmark until just a second ago, and he was no stranger to roman numerals. "I have some type of ability to manipulate materials, mostly metals, though I don't know the specific name. I suppose I would be a Guardian as well, then. Anyways, I can create many basic materials with my powers. Just ask and I'll try to make them."

As he got up, he looked over at one of the quiet girls who had not yet spoken, and seemed separated at the back of the group. "You there, with the pink hair. Who are you? Don't be shy- you're among friends. Once we all know each other and our respective powers we may be able to escape more effectively, and hopefully we protect ourselves for the future."