Snippet #1667949

"Yer a wiry lil' bastard, aren't ya mate?" A man said with a thick Australian accent. He was taunting the Imps in the cage by sticking a finger in and quickly ripping it away. The man was dressed less formally than the board members. He wore a yellow and black striped button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his pants were a grungy dark blue, and his boots were muddied combat variety. He wore a yellow Socceroos hat and black sunglasses. The most telling feature however was his large beard. A couple of caged Imps reached out for the hairy mess, but Titus continued to tease and pull away from their skinny fingers.

The board members who were speaking only passed through the ears of the Aussie. He had already completed his test, he knew exactly what to expect. First there was the Japanese man, Mr. Tach. Because his name was too damn long and complicated to say fully. Then followed by that hippie, John. Then the mexican scientist Carmen, then finally religious wing-nut Michael. Truth be told, Titus didn't give a damn about the speech, he was just here to observe and report. He didn't want anyone in the ASCO who couldn't pull their own weight. They might even get him killed, and he couldn't have that, now could he?

Then with a hand gesture from Michael, Titus assisted in opening the cage door. He watched in contempt as the Imps scattered out into the forest. He spat to the ground and checked the gun he had on him, a USP. He wasn't participating in this hunt, merely observing, but, it'd be stupid to hop on into the forest unarmed. Either for the Imps or... Less than reputable hunters. He walked back to the stage and retrieved his assessment clipboard, because that was what he had to do, right? Assess? Eh, sure. The test was about either capturing or killing their own creature, but the way they did it also counted. Titus was not a brilliant man, true, but he knew the importance of understanding your allies' strengths and weaknesses.

By this time, the sixty second head start was up, and the wannabe hunters raced into the forests to hunt down their creature. He could have gone into the forest behind the Imps and observe from there, but Titus preferred to watch the young hunters and not wait on them. He was not a patient man. Besides, he'd add a certain level of anxiety and pressure by his mere presence alone. That'd let him know how the testers do under pressure. See, there was a method to his madness. He gave one look at the people still on the stage and nodded, heading into the forest to begin his observation.

Before long he came to a fir tree, with a man up in the branches. Titus raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses and looked at his clipboard. Jason Cabella. Sniper. Made sense the man was in a tree. He was bound to be patient, and it'd be a waste for him to stay there and watch the sniper watch... So with that, he spun of his heel and went in a different direction, giving the sniper the courtesy of not stepping in his firing zone.

Snaking his way through the forest, he came upon another hunter, or rather pair of hunters. Ayo Bhekizita. Close combat expert. and Netanya Haddad. She didn't have a specification next to her name, which made Titus chew his lip. She was going to be a wild card. His train of thought was interrupted by Ayo shouting at the woman. "Bloody hell mate!" Titus called, "Why are yer yellin'? Ya suppose to be huntin'. Yellin' is kinda detrimental to that, yeah?" Titus said, before looking at Netanya, "An' remember, if yous two team up, ya both need a critter."

He turned and walked away, looking to observe some more newbies. Under Ayo's name, he wrote "Loud". Titus chuckled to himself as he walked, this observing thing was kinda fun.