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Andrew watched as others began entering the coffee shop. First entered a man, quite massive. Standing close to seven feet tall, he was broad, extremely muscled. Scars crisscrossed his body, testaments to various "battles" he had been in. By no means was he a child. In fact, he appeared to be older than anyone else here, including him. Though, appearances did not always match reality. Over the scars lay a plethora of tattoos. If he was correct, some of theses indicated membership to one of the city gangs. Certainly something to remember. Chosen of Ares, perhaps? Nothing else would match the man.

Another guy strode in- Chris he said- with a red shirt, blond hair, and dream-catcher necklace swinging around his neck. An interesting choice of attire for someone like him. Especially considering his introduction. He was either quite cocky or attempting to hide some sort of insecurity. Most likely the former, considering the way he sat at the table, feet nonchalantly placed on the top. Now which god had chosen him?

Following Chris was a girl dressed in what would be considered goth or emo attire: all-black makeup, black t-shirt with a stylized cross design, black pants with a skeletal hand-print, and white shoes. Quite an eccentric choice for a meeting such as this. Maybe she normally dressed like that. Or maybe she was attempting to make a statement, though what it could be he could not guess. Scare away her Bonded, maybe? And it may have been stereotypical, but Andrew assumed she was the Chosen of Hades from the attire provided.

Another man stepped in, seemingly older just as the first person to come in after him had been. Now this was certainly an enigma. Standing fairly tall, the man was well-built, though not towering as the first person. Other than that, he was nondescript enough, wearing a simple shirt and jeans. Now who could he be? Something to figure out for later, perhaps.

A server walked up to the girl who had been here before him, handing her a basket of some sorts. Perplexed, he realized that it was simply a receptacle for name tags. It seemed she was the Chosen of Dionysus. And her companion was the Chosen of Artemis. A unique match up. As she approached him, he smiled softly. She was quite shy, much like him.

“Hello. I suppose I am supposed to hand these out...or something? I'm Kat, Chosen of Dionysus. And you are?” she asked.

"Andrew. Andrew Harolds. Chosen of Athena. A pleasure to meet you. Forgive me for not greeting you earlier, but I didn't want to disturb your conversation with your friend. An interesting day, isn't it? Well, good luck. I think we'll will need it," he replied, accepting the name tag and bowing slightly in return. Sitting back down, he waited as she handed out the rest of the name tags. They were still missing five people, it seemed.