Before long, Jamoke found himself laying down on his bed, staring up at the pale light that filled the room. In the silence, one could hear the incessant buzzing that it let off. A noise that was maddening, but at the same time, peaceful. A reminder of the calm that everyone was in...but, just as the thought of this tranquility set in, Jamoke found himself glaring up at the light fixtures as soon as a new thought crossed his mind; The idea of tonight's inaction was already filling his head. Furthermore, every moment of buzzing, was a moment of contempt.
Thankfully, the world wasn't cruel enough to allow this disdain towards florescent bulbs go any further. Suddenly, the room filled with a louder, flatter buzz that managed to take Jamoke surprise. In a moment, he sat up, giving the ceiling a quizzical look, before a familiar voice set him at ease...and immediately, back on guard. It was one of the Nobody Brothers. (Which one, he was honestly unsure. He'd yet to pit names to faces.) But, at least he had tonight's work to relay.
"Finally..." Giving a final sneer up at the light, almost as if he had won this battle, Jamoke swung himself from the 'comfort' of laying in bed. Within arms reach, everything was at the ready: His protective-gauntlet sat nearby on his nightstand, dull, worn, and ready. With a quick sleight of hand, he slipped it on and locked it into place, before picking up his weapon. Simply having a valid reason to wild the Gunblade sent a smile across Jamoke's lips as he admired it. The blade was sharp, but blackened from smoke. Meanwhile, the handle was still a pristine shade of crimson-red.
The admiration continued as he made his way out into the halls of HQ, tilting and twirling the long piece of steel as he made his way down. Before the night was over, he would add to the kill count he kept in his head, and there was simply nothing more invigorating than that. However, this would also be the first time he gets to rub elbows with his new team. There's nothing more two-edged than that. Truly, tonight would have to be shaped towards the ideal, and as Jamoke stepped towards the entrance way, he decided he would do just that.
"...What have we here?" he said aloud, as usual, as he stepped towards the other two. One, he recognized as Ms. Ferrin. The other face, however, was fresh. (In more ways than one.) For a moment Jamoke eyed him up and down, trying to get a read on the guy.
"Lady fancy-free and an initiate. Wonderful, wonderful."