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Arcus sauntered in, his body carrying the swagger of an unchallenged prize fighter. His straight blond hair fell just short of his shoulders, while his icy blue eyes darted about the premise, seeking to take as much in as he could.

He came to a stop, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning a slightly back. His hair rippled as his head leaned into this motion, and his eyes ceased their darting motion. He spoke in a surprisingly cool and soothing voice, exhibiting his intentions.

"I'm in."

He reached back to adjust the scythe he had upon his back, a massive incarnation of a former farm tool. Tucking his left thumb under the strap at his shoulder, he pulled the weapon up close to his body. He brought the hand back down to a small piece of paper, which he leaned off to pin to the bulletin board here. On the paper was written his communication frequency, should anyone need to contact him. He glanced around once more before finally making himself scarce, disappearing off into the rubble of the city.