xxxSven stared at the man named Ivo as he introduced himself, a Rosamunda--apparently her sister--and a Caoilfhionn Höfler to the six of them before explaining the situation to them.
"Now, about the threat which caused us to summon you here. [...] If you have been properly informed about the Sixty-Nine, then you would've heard about these people. [...] This is Doctor Winifred Schmitz, one of the doctors stationed in Berlin during the Bombing of 2026. She operated on the eleven people who were retrieved from the rubble of Berlin, one of them being Ji-kyung Kühn, the original ancestor of the Kühn bloodline. [...] She and her descendants are completely against the Sixty-Nine and their descendants. Their ideology is that people like you should not exist, or else the balance of power would be weighed too heavily in favor of a small group of people. They want to annihilate the bloodlines affected by the radiation of the Bombing of 2026. To do so, her descendants and their supporters have released invisible and highly technical machines of sorts, at 10:26 AM UTC earlier today. These machines are attempting to track the descendants down at this moment. Do not worry though, for the moment, you are safe here. The Schmitzes despise Berlin, however, it'd be dangerous to stay for long. Based on the observations we have recorded on these beasts the Schmitzes have released, we have constructed an algorithm that determines areas we can flee to for the moment, as we train you six to properly fight any obstacle that gets in our way and ultimately defeat the Schmitzes."
Sven's mind was reeling; not only from the sudden information dump, but from the disbelief he harbored at the notion of such people and machines existing. In what was certainly a rare event, his expression was filled with bewilderment and perturbation; something that everyone else in the room could see.
His attention was immediately drawn to the young-looking, petite Asian girl, who piped up rather abrasively about how other "teams" should be able to handle the situation. After Ivo provided an adequate rebuttal to her protest ill-concealed as a question, he went into depth on each individual Sixty-Nine member in the room.
"Let me explain: firstly, Ms. Kaneshiro -" Sven noticed Ivo's brow furrowing before he muttered something from under his breath. Sven took a sideways glance at the individual in question: a rather tall...woman...with long white hair. He kept his eye on the conspicuous person--seemingly named Kaneshiro--as Ivo continued, who ended up dismissing the minor crisis of the person's gender. The petite Asian girl perked up again, which put a bit of pressure on one of Sven's nerves until he thought of her words.
Something's not adding up with this person. The girl's right; Asians aren't usually as tall as that. Combining that with Ivo Schreiber's confusion...I think I should be wary of them.
Sven's gaze moved to the short-fused Frenchwoman, who went by the name Jeanne Laurent. As Ivo described her abilities, he couldn't help but develop a distaste for her; after all, she did knock over what seemed to be expensive equipment without batting an eye.
Even if we're meant to team up, I think it would be best to avoid her unless absolutely necessary, or at least until she can get her temper cooled down. I think it's safe to say that she's a sociopath, to some degree at least.
His eyes then locked onto perhaps the most oddly-looking individual out of all of them--Akihiko Ito, he called himself. Unlike the previous two individuals, nothing seemed immediately out of the ordinary with him. Aside from the odd choice of clothing and general appearance, he looked relatively normal--someone he could get along with, even.
And then Ivo directed his attention--and therefore the others', as well--to Sven. He watched Dr. Schreiber as he boiled the summation down to: "Yeah, he messed up when he was younger, but we can't change that fact." Sven only gazed deadpan at Ivo even after the latter gave him a tight-lipped smile. The former sat properly on the sofa with his feet planted on the ground and his hands in his lap.
If you're really serious about everything going on right now, then why are you treating this like an ice-breaker from high school? Sven thought.
As Ivo started describing the most normal-looking individual of the five--apparently named Chiba Satoshi--Sven retreated into his own thoughts, reminiscing about that moment in school 15 years ago where he unwittingly utilized his power for the first time.
A moment later, as Ivo was finishing his blurb on Chiba, a spark of realization illuminated the innards of Sven's mind, revealing the silhouette of a dangerous truth.
Shit...damnit. Of all the people here, I'm the one most likely to be recognized and captured--assuming this whole situation is indeed legitimate. The entire world knows my face and name; that inevitably includes these supposed villains. On top of that, I freely gave out information about what happened in the interview with the media the day after...argh, why didn't I think of this before I came here? Sven knew the answer to this question before it finished materializing itself in his head.
His focus returned to the discussion in the room, which was currently on the matter of Ivo and his associates training the six of them on their powers and abilities.
Looks like I'm going to need some rigorous training...
Sven lit up slightly when Ivo explained to the group that they would begin their training in St. Petersburg, an environment not too dissimilar to that of Kristiansand or Oslo.
After Chiba's rather strange question of whether he could return home or not, Sven was visibly startled as he noticed Akihiko collapsing forward on the ground, biting down on a bandaged portion of his arm. After a few moments, Akihiko's...episode? slowly subsided, and he sat up on the tiled floor looking as if he had seen a ghoul.
"Are you alright?" Sven asked, wondering if this was a possible drawback to Akihiko's ability that Ivo had called "Precognition". His back had lifted off of the back of the sofa as he questioned the young man.