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Kurai Ryujin

"There are two sides to everything in this world, the logical and the abstract, the good and the bad. Unfortunately, I have being split between the two as well."

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a character in “Shattered”, as played by moahi

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β€œPeople speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky


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Dialogue Color | Silver || Thought Color | #b171d6


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{F U L L Β N A M E}
    Kurai Ryujin

{I D E N T I T Y Β C O D E}
    M | 2023 | Japan | 0208

{ A L I A S}
    Dark Dragon--- A direct interpretation of his name. It is pretty accurate judging from his nature and power, and he takes it as his main alias.

{G E N D E R}

    Male. He is pretty sure as he has all the parts needed to be one, at least, so no one can say otherwise.

{A G E}
    17

{S E X U A L I T Y}
    Asexual

{R O L E}
    Strategist

{F A C E C L A I M}
    Bykuran: Hitman Reborn


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{H E I G H T}
    6'1. He tends to be tall and lanky for his age, and he does enjoy his higher vantage point.

{W E I G H T}
    110lbs. He is rather skinny, enough for his wings to lift him off the ground when he uses his power.

{H A I R Β C O L O R}
    A very light lavender, almost seeming transparent and fading into a bright silver under sunlight. They can seem like they were made out of light itself, a rather ironic fact to his power and personality. Like Caelen’s, his hair is probably a result of the mutations as he is nowhere close to finding a natural reason for it.

{E Y E Β C O L O R}
    His eyes tend to be of a deeper shade of purple than his hair, usually ranging from indigo to violet depending on the varying angles of light when they rays hit his irises. Sometimes a bright mix of colors, they are quite a sight to behold.

{S K I N Β T O N E}
    His skin is a light cream color, not particularly pale or tan unlike the others. He tends to spend time in the sun, though it can to said that his skin color hasn’t changed throughout the years of his life, never getting darker or more pale than the shade now.

{G E N E R A L Β A P P E A R A N C E}
    Tall and lanky, Kurai is slightly taller than the average height of the people in his age group. With his hair a shade of pale lavender and his indigo eyes, it's not hard to tell that the tall teen was a mutant by his looks alone. His skinny figure could be misleading however, hardly showing the amount of strength that lies within. Usually donning a black jacket that he dubbed as 'formal battle gear', he takes comfort in the fact that it is a simple and cool design.


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{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

    Determined: Yes || "You bet! If I set my sights on something, I will get it no matter what I have to do... Or how many lives will be lost in the process."
    Opinionated: No || "To an extent. I do believe in my own opinions, but I'm not saying that I insist upon them like an idiot would. It's a perfectly logical decision to take others opinions as well."
    Proud: No || "Pride always comes before a fall, am I not right? And afterall, every step might have its setbacks, so I'm not proud at all unless I make a perfect move."
    Stubborn: No || "That is probably the most idiotic way to go. Nothing's wrong with giving in a few times and being stubborn about something is just a waste of time. Not to mention you could blame the other person if their idea goes wrong."
    Quiet: No || "That's an interesting question, but judging from the average silence level from our group I don't suppose you would consider me as quiet compared to them."
    Friendly: Yes || "Definitely! Everyone's welcome to be friend with me, it's just their preferences. I do make an effort to make friend though... They always prove useful in one way or the other."
    Easygoing: Yes || "There's no use in being angry about everything, am I right? If you are a person that easily gets offended, who knows what others would think about you. If you need someone on your side, it's the best to be easy going."
    Affectionate: No || "Why? What use is it to me if I am affectionate. On second thoughts, it might help in lowering the guards of others... Perhaps I should reconsider that."
    Risk-Taking: No || "Sometimes risks must be made, but I prefer them not being made by me. My moves are strictly logical and I do not wish to get myself into any situations that don't benefit me."
    Curious: Yes || "Something I wonder if I ought to be ashamed of. Curiosity kills the cat and gets you into trouble sometimes, but it is always good to have an active mind."
    Emotionally controlled: No || "What are emotions to you? I don't feel them as a normal person does... Something seems to be... Missing. But it saves me trouble from making rash decisions, I suppose."
    Charismatic: Yes || "I suppose so, if I wish to. Most of the time it's annoying, but it does help me take advantage of others. Why do you think I keep up with my appearance in the first place?"
    Fearless: No || "In a way. I am wary, and would not put myself into any danger if I could help it. Do you consider that as being fearful?"
    Adventurous: Yes || "Something I have to admit. I can't help the urge to explore places and find new things to power my plans. It's all very interesting, especially if you can map it out."
    Daring: Yes || "Risk taking is a no, but I am daring. At least, I like to think so. "
    Defensive: No || "What people think does not define who I am, and though I don’t like them to think negatively of me I don’t see the reason to care about such fickle things when there is so much more to be done. "
    Sarcastic: Yes || "Is that such a bad thing? I treat it like an intelligent remark that serves to both make you look more intelligent or the other look more idiotic for not catching it. "
    Boisterous: Yes || "Hmm. I do tend to act like that on the surface, if thats what you are asking. I am completely serious when I’m on task though, don’t get me wrong."
    Charming: No || "Good question. I’m supposing it means a lot to you? Well no, I don’t think or consider myself as a very charming figure. You are free to think of me otherwise, however."
    Grudge holding: No || "Holding a grudge doesn’t do any good to anyone, I believe. It lasts forever especially if that person holds a grudge against you too, and you have to bide your time. Its a waste of time to me."
    Persuasive: Yes || "I can provide a good persuasion if I see the need to, with all the facts and logic it will need. Completely based on facts of course, you trust me, don’t you?"
    Calculating: Yes || "Hah, do you think its easy being a strategist? I’ve been training my mental capacity since I was a child, and I’d have to be calculating to get into this team. Its one of my only redeeming factors, I suppose."
    Intelligent: Yes || "Yes, of course. How would I even end up in this position if I was not? They don’t simply put some incapable person into the team."
    Insecure: No || "I am not the most confident person you’d meet, but I’m definitely not an insecure one. I take responsibility in my calculations even if they do contain mistakes. Sometimes its a split second decision, and you don’t have time to worry over it."
    Doubtful: No || "If you have the luxury of doubt, use it. In battle there is hardly any time to ponder over something, lest you wish to die."
    Humorous: Yes || "At least, I make an effort to be. Nine out of ten times it hardly ever works, but hey, what can you do."
    Selfless: No || "I deeply regret to tell you that I am definitely not selfless. Absolutely not. My main objective is to protect myself first, the rest can wait. The losing of a pawn never affected anyone, unless it will upset the game completely. I protect the King of my game, and the king only."
    Secretive: Yes || "Hardly anyone knows my secrets, my appearance is formed all for the sake of keeping them in."
    Honest: No || "Oh but of course I am! Look, I’m so harmless and cheerful, lets be friends! Of course I won’t sacrifice you for my little games~ "
    Blunt: No || "It depends on the situation really, but I would like more people on my side, so yes, I pick my words and choose not to be blunt."
    Loyal: Yes || "And thats not a lie, I hope. This is all a very interesting game, and I don’t want to break away. That would just kill all the fun, wouldn’t it?"
    Serious: Yes || "At times, yes of course, but most of the time I prefer to stay cheerful. There’s nothing you can’t solve with a smile and a few words."
    Romantic: No || "I do believe that I am incapable of feeling β€˜romantic’ or other feelings to anything or anyone."
    Flirty: No || "No. Just simply no. I have not mastered how to flirt except for complimenting someone. How to bring it a step further is still a mystery to me."
    Sympathetic: No || "I suppose counselling someone is a necessary skill I possess, but being sympathetic seems rather impossible. How am I supposed to sympathise with someone if I don’t feel anything? What a pain..."
    Brave: Yes || "I am brave enough, at least for combat and other measures. I would hardly run away from someone unless it was absolutely necessary, but sometimes bravery is holding yourself back as well."
    Optimistic: Yes || "Hah, of course! No use moping about anything when things are already bad as it is, right?"
    Pessimistic: No || "I do my best to keep up spirits up, thank you very much."
    Independent: Yes || "There will be one of the days where there is not one to depend on. And when that day comes, I still expect myself to survive."
    Dependent: No || "Nah, I'd rather not be a hassle. It's hard already being us, I wouldn't want to make myself another obstacle."
    Logical: Yes || "That was also part of my training since I was just a child. Be logical in everything. Life is not abstract, it is a solid factor, and logic is everything in my plans"
    Hyperactive: No || "Alright, sometimes. It's something like the act I would keep up, but enough so as to be considered ess threatening, not so much as to waste my energy."
    Kind: No || "Sometimes kindness would only get in the way of doing things. Same thing goes to having emotions."
    Caring:Yes || "To the people I am close to, maybe. So far, no one has deserved to see that side of me yet."
    Jealous: Yes || "For what I do not have and what I no longer possess."
    Nurturing: No|| "They would probably die within, oh, one or two seconds? They would either get into an accident first or it could be an intentional accident because I was bored."
    Childish: Yes|| "Trust me, when you see me when I am not childish, you would wish I were."
    Hostile: Yes || "That is my 'normal' personality, if I ever let it come out, but if I don't, you would probably never know. I do hate for them to be afraid of me, it's kind of a pain really. They simply refuse to cooperate than if you act friendly."
    Argumentative: No || "As I said, it's quite useless to be argumentative all the time. It doesn't help matter and it's frustrating. I try to avoid them as much as possible."
    Passionate: Yes || "Hehe, of course! Think of all the ways I could bend people to my will and use them, think of all the ways to plan your attack. If that's not something I'm passionate about, I don't know what is."
    Demanding: No || "perhaps if I don't expect too much of others, they wouldn't expect that much of me. In any case, it's their own fault if they die when they don't do they best to go with my plans, I'm not taking any responsibility."
    Protective: || "How so, when one doesn't have a thing to protect? After all, that only gets into the way of your survival when it comes to be protective."
    Possessive: No || "I wonder... Everything in my life is so replaceable, from friends to family to my life, even. It's hard to be possessive over things that are easily replaced by others, no?"
    Social: Yes || "Im quite friendly and cheerful, so don't hesitate to approach me! "


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{L I K E S}

    Marshmallows || It is his favorite snack, and to him, nothing can beat the taste of those sweet treats. No matter if he's sick or not,or how bad the situations are, he had always been able to find a time for him to indulge himself with them.
    Puzzles || It stimulates his mind and helps him to think more clearly. He treats it as a challenge, and often his persistence will show when he faces an extremely hard one, going at it without giving up for days. He likes to give them to his teammates too, playfully throwing the brain teasers at them. He does take them very seriously however, and it is his way of assessing your personality and intellect whether you solve them or not.
    Dozing off || There are times here he would just fall asleep without any reason, probably because things are too boring for him. His mind is often tired because of its constant workings, so it happens more often than you think. It can be argued that it is a hobby for him, just falling asleep in anywhere at anytime. He tries to avoid it when they have important things to share, but something's his consciousness just blanks out
    Books || They are like worlds to him. Everyone of them is different, and he would spend hours poring over lost civilizations, building them from scratch in his mind, everyday he would do that and when the next day starts he tears them down and starts a new one, the information stored in his mind. He had learned the worlds histories in his attempt to find out their mutations, but he hardly has any leads so far.

{D I S L I K E S}
    Rain || He dislikes staying in all the time because of rain, neither does he appreciate the idea of getting wet. He enjoys the sunlight, so rain is quite a large hindrance to him most of the time.
    Boredom || It is something he cannot stand. He always tries to engage himself all of the time so that he wouldn't be bored, for he has a good idea what he would do if it pushes him over the edge, and that includes destroy ongoing things and people.
    Mornings || He is not a morning person, and waking up too early often leaves him in a grouchy mood for the rest of the day. He could find fault with anything if he wakes up too early, completely different from his usual self.
    Being ignored || Doesn't everyone? He hates not being taken seriously when he speaks and ignoring him is probably the worst thing you could ever do in his opinion. It's rare to see him get indignant about something, but if he ever does it is most likely because he was ignored by others.


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{T A L E N T S}

    Fighting || He is skilled in nearly all forms of fighting, including swords or other weapons, he could just pick up anything and use it against his opponent. Fighting is like an art to him, and instead of seeing it as something bad or that it should be avoided, he likes it as a form of exercise to him, sparring with the others.
    Taming || He has a natural talent for taming creatures since he was young, and he can make them trust him enough to feed from his hand. Animals seem to have a connection with him of some sort, and his presence often causes them to approach him when he allows them to.
    Lying || He can tell a lie like an expert, and techinically he is one. Without changing his cheery expression and even his heartbeat, you would never know if he is lying unless you know him very well to spot some of his habits that reveal his lie. To a normal person however, his lie would seem like the truth, no matter how absurd it can be.
{F L A W S}
    Carefree || The place can be on fire and he would not have a care in the world. Many times he just stays in his happy go lucky self for perhaps too long, and with that he hardly wants to pay attention to dangers of he thought it wasn't important. He is rather picky of when he shows his personality, as he has a feeling that it would cause him to be feared by his teammates.
    Empathy || Completely different from Allison, Kurai possesses no sense of empathy, or even any emotions at all. He doesn't see how it is abnormal however, and he expects everyone to be like him. So even when he offends a person or if they were emotionally unstable he would be unable to sense it, causing him to push many over the edge. It frustrates him sometimes, but he makes an effort to understand.
    Attention || It is nearly impossible to get him to focus on anything t all unless he really wants to do it. His thoughts float in all directions unless he chooses to concentrate, so he might burst out laughing in the middle of someone talking for reasons unknown to anyone but himself.
{F E A R S}
    Bring alone || It might be odd, but he had been alone for too long in his life to ever try that again. It's a mild fear however, but his performance would be greatly hindered by the fact that he is working alone.
    Anarcrophobia || He has an acute fear of spiders. He is rather disturbed by the way they look and feel rather disgusted to the fact that he would gladly waste his energy on trying to kill it. Its a fight or flight response when it comes to spiders, usually the latter when he is in front of the team.
    Losing control || His more sweet and demure side is what he had perfected and it would cause him great embarrassment if he went out of control in from of his teammates. As he is unsure of what they would think of him when they find out about his true nature, he chooses to conceal it by putting up a fake front for himself. One of his greatest fears is losing his cool and causing them to think poorly of him as a result.


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{P O W E R}

    {Darkness Manipulation}

    User can create, shape and manipulateΒ darknessΒ andΒ shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension ofΒ dark energyΒ it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc.


{L I M I T A T I O N S}

    >>He cannot create darkness from scratch, so in an area of intense light with nearly any shadows would render him more weak than before. He is never too good under bright light either, and a strong source of light could make it more difficult for him to fight.

    >>Using it for too long would cause him to go on something of s rampage from keeping his more savage side in too long, and he would not recognize his teammates from the enemy. Simply killing and trying to inflict pain on other until he stops, he is not aware of what's happening when he is in that state. While it is useful as a last resort, he is unwilling to use it as it has a risk on his teammates as well.

    >>In order to draw his power out, he has to go into a period of intense concentration for a while first, allowing his mind to be in sync with the darkness and effectively keeping his nature in check. He is rendered helpless for that moment of intense concentration, so it's quite a big weakness for him.


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{F A M I L Y}

    Name || Age || Status (alive,deceased,unknown)

    Name || Age || Status (alive,deceased,unknown) add more if needed


{H I S T O R Y}

    Kurai started his life surrounded by intelligence and discovery. The child never quite knew who his parents were, but he never cared either. To say the truth, he was born by a female scientist working for the New world government, and he was raised without knowing who his parents were as both of them were busy most of the time, and even if they managed to raise him he had no idea who they were from the people who had interacted with him. Lonely, he took to reading books and that was when they discovered his great intellect, flipping through advanced books when he was four. As something to ease his growing boredom, he played with animals by himself, never causing much trouble at all. He was sad, but he never showed it much by putting up a cheerful front. He was always good at hiding, even then. And that was when then change in his life came.Β 

    As the boy was surrounded by the training of mutations all his life when they started the programme, so he wasn't so shocked when, at the age of five he began to develop some of his own. His hair grew to become a glimmering shade of silver, and a purple mark formed under his right eye. With the came the power of controlling darkness, a skill that he mastered trying out a few practices he saw the others with mutations do during their training. Once they it came into knowledge of the government however, they immediately sprung to the chance of taking him into training to improve his powers even more, including locking away his emotions. He was to become the perfect spy, no ties attached and without emotions possibly obstructing his path. And he was already halfway there, having no know relations or anyone he loves or cares for.

    His training did go smoothly. A little too smoothly, in fact. After twelve years of training, 17 year old Kurai was what you could describe as a heartless monster, with hardly any traces of pity or kindness left in him. He was then sent to join the other members of his team in Tokyo, Japan.


So begins...

Kurai Ryujin's Story

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With the world completely in shambles, and the government screwing everything else up, they decide to leave the job of handling citizens to groups of trained mutants. From birth, they've been taken by the government from families, isolated and trained to be the governments ideal soldier. Most groups have consisted of members older than the age of 20, but the government has decided to take another approach to this. They've created a group of much younger, more naive individuals, ages ranging from fourteen to eighteen. Whether this group succeeds or fails is entirely up to how they do on the field, but behind that much darker things have been going on.

Of course, the group knows nothing of this, completely ignorant to the corruption in the government or things that they've been doing behind the scenes. The roleplay will start the day after they've arrived at their Base of Operation in Tokyo. They have very little information about the others beyond each others first names, possibly by some miracle they'll be able to get along. Things will be pretty slow until they get their first mission from the government, maybe they could make good use of the free time they have.


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Character Portrait: Caelan McDouglass Character Portrait: Ino Omoiya Character Portrait: Kurai Ryujin Character Portrait: Allison Bennett Character Portrait: Junko Matsushita Character Portrait: Eloise VanLiew Character Portrait: Ranya Karimi Character Portrait: Faustus Lehrer
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Allison stared out the window of the NWG-Issued SUV, her chin propped in the palm of her hand and softly sighed. Despite the smog and carnage, she enjoyed the view; the skies that were a gradient of blues, pinks and greens, the pink elephants and neon whales that lazily floated between skyscrapers. It was a lovely sight to behold to the young lass, who found a lazy smile forming on her lips after those orbs closed.

"... Agent Alice..." A voice barely caught Allison's ear, who had begun to slump in her seat. The anticipation she felt was hard to detect, though the light tapping of her foot would be an audible cue for the driver, as well as the handler to the teenagers' right. Finally being allowed to go out on her own, after years of sweat, blood and tears poured into her training... Allison wanted to enjoy the last few minutes with her caretaker in silence, since she knew, at some point, the final lectures would ruin that calm she felt.

"Agent Alice." The voice echoed, this time with a hint of annoyance tugging at each syllable. Again, Allison ignored the speaker, her head slowly beginning to tilt until the cool, tinted glass graced her forehead with a few seconds of relief. Outside, one of those whales let out a chorus of sound, and her smile grew.

"Agent Alice!" The voice finally rose enough to cause the teen to jerk slightly. Her brow furrowed, and an eye opened to glance towards the handler.

"What?"
"You're distracting the driver. Please stop."

Another sigh, and as Allison rolled her eyes, the illusions of beautiful skies and flying animals would flicker like the image on a dying television set, before fading into nothing. "It's not like they were gonna get in his way, y'know... and I wasn't channeling outside this metal death-trap."

"Irrelevant, Agent Alice. Or would you like us to all die in a ball of flames?" The handler countered. A second to consider the option would pass, followed by another, before Allison felt another grin tug at her lips as she responded with a soft, "... Hmmmmmn?"

"... Don't even think about it." The handler warned. The blonde would groan in response, and slump in her seat more, lifting her head to allow her arms to cross in a form of passive defiance.

"Well then, entertain me, sir. Who am I gonna be bunkin' with?"

The male to her right would let out a sigh of relief, before he reached for the manila folder that sat between them. "I fail to see why you couldn't be bothered, Agent Alice. These are your new teammates, after all."

A shrug would follow, her gaze turning back out to the outside world behind that glass. "I like listening to you talk."

"And why you couldn't be bothered to get to the B.O. yourself?"

A pause, before mock tone of heartbreak would fill her voice. "You don't want to spend as much time with me before you have to let me go? I see how it is, sir. To be quite frank, I'm hurt."

Despite the banter, the handler would chuckle as he opened the folder. "Well, since you were so motivated to learn about your new teammates, I'll help you out. Your team consists of seven other members -- at or about your age -- and each with their own set of skills that will help you keep the populace under control. Their names are...
Matsushita Junko -- "
"Wait, their first name is Junko, or the last?"
" -- First. Don't get smart."
"Okay, okay. Sorry."
"... Caelan McDouglass..."
"...Caelan's the fi -- "
"Allison."
"Kidding! Kidding."
"...Ranya Karimi, Faustus Lehrer, Ino Omoiya, Eloise VanLiew, and Kurai Ryujin."

A silence would fill the air, before all Allison could do was scoff. "Well, don't they sound like a lovely bunch." The handlers' brow would tense, and he'd rub at the bridge of his nose. "They're your teammates and you will need to treat them as such, do you understand? I know what few missions you've been on have been solo overall, but this is the big leagues..."

Allison stopped listening as the inevitable lectures began, pursing her lips together in a knowing grin. One name in particular on that list had indeed perked her interest; the German one. Faustus. Allison was sure she had heard that name somewhere before, and after a few seconds of trying to remember, the girl would lift a hand, opening and shutting in-cue with the handlers' words. It would take him a few seconds to realize what she was up to, which lead to a silence so loud, it actually earned the man the grace of Allisons' gaze. They would stare at each other for a long moment, exchanging no words, only a look that spoke volumes. They were, in essence, saying goodbye. After a moment, Allison's grin would only grow, and she'd say in a soft tone, "You'll miss me. Admit it."




As the SUV pulled up to the BO, Allison didn't take her time to open that door. A yawn, followed by a long stretch that caused her lithe frame to tremble slightly, and she'd turn that gaze one last time to look at the handler who had been in charge of her for so long. "Welp. I guess I'll see you at Christmas-time, yeah?" A lie, of course, but well-received, nonetheless. "You betcha, kiddo." He'd respond, but before Allison could climb out of that vehicle, her wrist was caught by a rough hand, pulling her attention back to the handler.

"Allison," the man with no name would say, his tone stern. "This is your new family now, got it? Protect them as such, and they'll protect you just the same." After another brief second to blink, Allison would nod her head with a surprisingly soft, "Yes, sir." Slowly, the man would release her, and give her a nod. "Take care of yourself." The teenager would slip out of that SUV, and close the door after giving him a lazy, two-fingered salute, one eye closed in a wink and her tongue sticking out in a playful expression.

No more words were exchanged as the SUV pulled away, leaving the supposedly blonde-headed girl to turn her gaze upon the Base of Operations, before sighing, and shoving her hands in her pockets.

Well, let's go find my new family, then. She would think to herself, gaze heavy-lidded and almost exhausted in appearance as she made her way inside...

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The petite boy reclined in the bench, shifting his seating in an attempt to find a comfortable position. The fact that his whole body jumped with every bump the APC ran over didn’t help. He couldn’t even count how many times he had already banged his head against the metallic ceiling of the roof. Already draped in a uniform a size too large, his hands and feet barely peeked out of the apparel’s cuffs, yet it did a fine job giving breathing space for the bumps protruding from his back. With a groggy mind he let out a groan of displeasement, feeling squished between the bodies of cannon fod- devoted government soldiers, opting to escort the boy to his new BO. Yet none of them knew who the transportee was, perhaps they thought it was one of them? They were most likely too preoccupied being entirely fixated on the teen seated within their midst. It was an arduous task to not develop a headache between the roaring engine and the clunks the old hunk of junk made with every turn. At this point, Ino’s brows were furrowed with a tinge of irritation, yet he managed to keep a calm demeanor. ”Um, excuse me?” The boy perked up, facing the soldier to his left, draped in the common uniform and with a helmet tightly encasing his head. Ino looked directly into the opaque visor, an intrigued expression formed on his face as he tried to see the eyes behind it.

”Yes, sir?” The boy innocently and politely asked with a tilt of his head. The soldier stared at him blankly for a few moments before blabbering out a query, ”Shouldn’t you be wearing the female uniform? He asked, unaware of the verbal landmine he had just planted his foot on. ”Let’s hope this man is more perceptive on the battlefield. I don’t want to see him in the MedBay.” The silver-haired boy let out a sigh and gave the soldier a blank stare, ”No sir, I am in the correct apparel. Although my facial features and my voice may be a bit misleading, I am a male. Pleased to meet your acquaintance.” The amount of times Ino had banged his head against the walling of the APC was vastly dwelled by how many times he had uttered that response. The man choked on his words, with only the jeers of his fellow platoon members to back him up.

”So, are you a solo operative? Or are you just tagging along for the ride and regrouping with your fireteam?” Ino cocked his head, after all he was a diamond in the rough, the only one standing out of the other eleven soldiers stuffed into the carrier’s cabin. The boy ran a hand down his neck to crease out the knots which had formed during the drive. He chose his words carefully, taking every reaction he had received prior when he divulged such information. ”I guess the latter choice could be my case. I’m a mutant, sir. I believe I’m your primary objective for the time being.” The man instantly shifted his weight in his portion of the bench, increasing the gap between himself and Ino by a few centimeters. It was like watching an animal with its back against the wall. The young teen was quick to mend the situation.

”May I be in your care for the duration of this drive~” He ebulliently chimed with a smile stretched across his face. The aura of uneasiness which was once circulating throughout the cabin was replaced with serenity. Ino could feel his own leg kicking himself in the shin. It was a trump card he personally disliked using. The rest of the drive was a pretty calm one, since most of the soldiers were completely entranced by the boy. The instant the APC came to a halt, he lept out of his seat and bursted through the door. He could almost cry at the breath of tainted air. Aside from valuing the polluted atmosphere on par with febreeze, an air freshener of the long gone past, he quickly reasserted his manner and glanced at his surroundings. He didn’t have much of a chance to exchange final words with his caretaker, since he was shipped out of the training base in a rush. His new homage was as he envisioned it, a sight which barely differed from the place he had been living at for the past two years. With NWG soldiers varying in race and size patrolling the premise, it gave off that usual militaristic feel. It was a bit nostalgic, being back in his country of birth and all. But refraining on the past would have to be left for later, as it was time for Ino to meet his new brothers and sisters in arms. People who he would have keep alive. Flames which he was entitled to fuel their burning. The boy stretched out with a few grunts before proceeding into the base. ”Well, might as well kick things off. At least I have a bit of time for respite before being shot at.”

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A sigh passed the lips of a pale young man as he waited to arrive at his destination. He'd been sitting still for far too long, listening to the constant engine of a helicopter making the blades spin to keep them airborne. He had been flying for a couple of days now, unable to train his body to any degree save for a couple of pit stops. Even then, that was no meaningful amount of exercise. Staring out the dirty window and watching the world pass him by from underneath was the only real pastime the boy had. "Hey, are we there yet? I'm getting restless." His roughly accented voice broke some of the quiet inside the helicopter, passing through the microphone on the headset he wore into the bearded man's beside him. He gave a nod, replying with something about fifteen or twenty minutes left. The boy passed another sigh, resting his cheek in his hand as his gaze turned back to the world around him. "Too damn long... I need to get up." But he knew he had nothing else to do until they landed.

The corner of a manilla envelope tapped against the bare skin above his elbow as the pilot passed him something. Taking it in his hand, the boy looked it over and gave a questioning look to the pilot. "They told me not to look at it, kid. I don't know what it is. But I was told to give it to ya before landing. Slipped my mind until now." He laughed at his own forgetfulness before paying his full attention to flying. The younger paid the pilot no more mind as he undid the seal of the envelope. Inside were official-looking documents, not unlike others he had seen before. There was not a whole lot written on it, but the information would certainly prove useful to him in his position:

BRIEFING
Operative: McDouglass, Caelan

McDouglass, you have been chosen to be the second-in-command for the new cell we are deploying in Tokyo, Japan. You are to assist in leading a squad of eight youths, including yourself, on operations and directives given from your superior. Below listed are your squad members. From this point on, your orders come from the new leader.

Mastushita, Junko - Leader
Karimi, Ranya
Lehrer, Faustus
Bennett, Allison
Omoiya, Ino
VanLiew, Eloise
Ryujin, Kurai

This is the end of your briefing.


Well, if that wasn't the lamest briefing ever. No orders to go tank a few missiles? No orders to go beat up some savage extorting kids of their water privileges? But, orders were orders and he'd follow them to the T. "What's the deal with Japanese names anyway? I can't make heads or tails of it. Junk-o? Matsooshitay?" He was speaking loud enough to be heard, but was primarily speaking to himself. "Who the hell names their kid Junk-o? They not like him or something?" Come to realize it, the only names he'd be able to pronounce perfectly were Allison Bennett and Eloise VanLiew, despite that one coming out funky with his Gaelic dialect. This earned a laugh from the pilot, though Caelan wasn't trying to be funny.

Reading the document and trying to make heads or tails of some of these names, time had passed. Enough time for the pilot to finally point down and say, "There it is. 'Least according to my coordinates. We'll be landing on the ground so you can meet up with the others."
"Uh, right. Thanks." This was the only response that Caelan gave as he just kept his eyes on the base. Anyone else might have been excited to meet their new teammates or to explore their new home... but he really just wanted to hit the gym and take a shower. He would be lying if he said the prospect of maybe finally making some friends didn't excite him, but he had been far too restless for too long. This entire journey was torture for him. He needed some meat too, now that he thought of it.

One final thought crossed his mind as he stared down at the city below. It was so crowded, full of buildings and people. "Mihael..." The name echoed in his head like some bittersweet symphony. "I can almost..." He couldn't even finish his own thought. There was no way he was here. That man had gone missing long ago, and not even the NWG could track him down. There was zero chance that he was in a city so populated and busy as Tokyo. At least, that was what the boy who could not imagine meeting his brother again thought. Shaking his head, he rested his eyes shut until the helicopter had stopped moving.

"We're here, boy." The pilot's voice snapped his eyes open. Removing the headset and all safety bindings, Caelan pushed open the door to the helicopter and jumped right out. He took immediately to doing some squats and other exercises that forced the easily-amused pilot to laugh. "Not gonna go see your little group?" Caelan shook his head mid-rep. He'd missed out on way too much exercise to just worry about that now. Besides, from his understanding there was no immediate rush. So without any major concerns, he passed by with some simple stretching and exercises.

His attention snapped as people began arriving. One arrived in an SUV. An ash-blonde girl who seemed... he couldn't put it nicely, but she didn't seem disciplined. That salute was so half-assed. Following her was a young.... girl? Boy? They were ambiguous to the fitness junkie's eyes. And they looked like a child. So this is what the NWG had brought together? A foreboding feeling filled Caelan as he could only fear what else was coming here. Were they not disciplined? If so, well, he'd have to teach them. And that in itself gave him a feeling of dread. But this was his assignment. He would see it through. Though it really bothered him that he hadn't received any more information on any of these people. How did they expect him to lead these people?

Sighing, he watched the helicopter take back off into the sky and looked towards the new Base of Operations. His new home. "They better have a damn ring." Was all the Irish brawler muttered as he made his way inside this building after the other two...

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"Are we there yet?" The silver haired youth was sprawled on the back seat, a book in his hands. The interior of the truck was brightly lit and he scowled at that, propping himself up into a sitting position before playfully propping his elbows on the seat of his handler. "Say... What about turning some of them off? You know I'm terrible with lights."

"Can't have you escaping us now. We know that you could move around via shadows." His handler answered, hardly looking back. It was obvious that he was used to the youth's antics long ago, and that it wasn't the first time he tried that. "If I wasn't loyal enough to the government, won't I have escaped long ago?" Kurai countered halfheartedly as he continued to read. It was already the tenth time he read the thick medical journal back to back on the journey and they had not reached yet, he was already dying slowly from boredom. It was not very stimulating for his mind and as he made a mental note never to forget to bring more books again.

"So... If Ben was found dead lying in a shallow pool of water with broken shards of glass around him, what exactly happened? You are only allowed to ask me questions to which I would answer yes or no."

"Agent Kurai."

"...Killjoy."

Even as he said so however, the young man's eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation. It was hard waiting for the whole duration of the ride to meet his teammates. He was nearly bouncing up and down with excitement for that fact.

"What's that?" His limited attention span has noticed the envelope on his handler's lap. He reached out for it before his handler beat him to it, opening it up before his hand reached. "It's the names of the people you would be having your missions with." He started reading off a list of names and Kurai felt his mind drifting slowly off. How boring... I want to hear his scream. I can do that at least, right? A savage look came into in his eyes and his reached out his hand for the man's throat...

"...Are you paying attention?"

"Huh?"

Kurai snapped back to reality, quickly placing his hand back down while cursing lightly under his breath. It happened again. The side of him that he just can't keep underneath wraps. It was not the first time he was tempted to tear someone's throat out because of pure boredom, and he doubted it was going to be the last. "Yes, I was listening. Please go on." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he stifled another sigh. This seemed to be taking forever.

"I really worry about your urges sometimes. It wouldn't look too good if you 'accidentally' kill someone during your stay." His handler remarked, giving him a knowing look. So he had noticed, after all. Kurai gave him the most convincing look of hurt innocence he could master before dropping the act as he went back into his adopted personality. Just in time as the van pulled up next to the facility he would be living in. "So listen up, agent. You are to treat them like your family-" The handler stopped as he was cut off in his sentence by a scoffing coming from the back seat. "Oh I'm sorry, that sounded so ludicrous it's almost funny." A family... What did he know about families in books? They protect each other, eat with each other, defend each other, love each other. You don't kill family. Or do you? Was that applicable in real life? He had no connections to anything remotely close to a 'family' before. He had already gotten used to the loneliness in his life, so having a few new faces around should take a bit of getting used to.

"In any case." He laughed quietly as he stopped the handler's attempt to speak by interrupting him yet again. "I'll take care not to kill anybody, so don't fret!" He chirped as he unfolded his tall frame out of the van, stretching himself as he relaxed his tensed muscles. "Oh yeah, and one last thing I guess." He spun around on his heels and gave the handler a small wave. "Thanks for everything." Whether the handler felt anything or not Kurai wasn't sure, it was only out of manners that he gave his gratitude to the man who had trained him for twelve years. it mystifies him how people would actually feel sad saying goodbye.

"Is this supposed to be our home...?" It didn't look any different from another military training centre, and he must say that he felt a trifle disappointed. He thought that it would be more like real life houses the people lived in, but apparently it had to be different as well, with officers and guards. He could understand why they would want to protect it however, they were probably not very welcome there to some of the citizens. However, since this was going to be his 'home' where he would live in with his new 'family', he might as well get himself settled in properly. There were already some people there, though they were already entering when he arrived.

Well, guess it was time. "Hello! Which agents are you guys?" He called out in a happy tone as he entered while giving them a small wave. His manner seemed exactly like he was enthusiastic enough to see them. He had perfected his mask for years, and he had no reason to drop it now anyways.

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Image-----As if it came out of nowhere, little droplets of rain began to mercilessly pound the concrete ground, and any civilianscivillians who were unfortunate to be caught in it. Junko herself just happened to be one of those people, but she didn't mind. It was just a little rain, what harm could it do? Normally, she wouldn't be walking anywhere, as her caretakers often drove here everywhere she needed to go, afraid that her temper would get out of control if she went anywhere herself. Even with her caretakers being STRONG, BURLY MEN--well toned and athletically fit, it still took a decent amount of people to hold her back and possibly sedate her before she would calm down. Saying that she had anger issues would be a hhuuggeeee understatement.

-----Just the simple act of just convincing them to let her go out on her own had been difficult, and she literally had to walk half of the way there with them clinging onto her feet, begging her to just take a car ride there. It was understandable really, if she ever did anything wrong her caretakers would get the blame for it, and it would most likely end in them being fired. They finally did give in, though not with handing her a letter. While the rain was still somewhat light, she decided to open it up before it was completely soaked. Everything was in big, bolded letters 'What the fuck is this shit? Do these idiots think I'm blind?' she thought to herself as she began to read the letter.


-----Mission Briefing
Operative Matsushita, from here forth, you are to be a part of our new unit that is being deployed in Tokyo, Japan. This unit will consist of seven other members, excluding yourself, all either the same age or younger than you. You are to be the leader of this ne-

-----'WOAH, Hold the goddamn phone, these fuck boys want me to lead a group!? Apparently, I CAN'T EVEN BE TRUSTED WITH FUCKING HEADING OUT BY MYSELF, HOW THE FUCK DO THEY EXPECT ME TO LEAD A GROUP!?' She didn't even bother to read the names of those she'd be leading, she was too blinded by the stupidity of some people. She wasn't incredibly intelligent herself, but she wasn't downright retarded like some of the higher ups seemed to be. Couldn't they have chosen someone else for this job? She wanted nothing to do with leading people, especially if it was probably going a bunch of hormone crazed teenagers like herself. She had her own problems to deal with, she didn't need anyone else pilling their load of problems on to her.

-----All this was turning out to be a huge cluster of bullcrap, and she'd rather not deal with. She could just refuse right? They had no real way of stopping her, especially since her caretakers weren't around. But she'd probably had to suck it up and deal with it, even if it meant dealing with a bunch of annoying little brats. By now she was drenched in rain water, and the paper was now soggy and it was beyond attemptable to read it. She crumpled up the paper and threw it behind her as she continued to walk, mulling over how exactly she was going to lead this group. She was still quite a ways from actually getting to her destination, but she rather not be there at all, she'd rather be on some other solo mission not having to worry about all this bull.

-----Junko! She was too busy monologuing in her brain that she failed to notice that someone was calling her name, that was until they decided to blow the horn of the car to get her attention. "Just who the hell!?" she whipped her head around to see it was her caretakers in the car. "Didn't I tell you idiots to leave me alone! I'm walking there! But it's cold, you might get sick! They replied, quite pathetically might. Junko didn't feel like arguing with them, so she gave up and decided to let them drive her the rest of the way. She sat in the passenger seat, fuming. If you were close enough you could possibly even feel the irritation emitting off of her, and it was clear that she was not in a very good mood at all.

-----What'd you do with the letter we gave you? It contained your mission briefing. "I threw it away, it got all soggy in the rain." The caretaker driving the vehicle sighed and produced another envelope from his pocket, similar to the one that she had earlier. He handed it to her, Here, be sure not to lose this one will you? Junko grunted something unintelligible as she took it. She'd look through it later, she still wasn't happy about all this "leader" stuff.

-----The rest of the ride there was quiet, and when they reached the destination she was dropped off and said goodbye to her caretakers. The rain had eased up a bit during the ride here, and she decided to stay outside, not wanting to enter the building just yet.

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Elle stared blankly out the window, watching silently as the SUV passed buildings and people alike. No one cared to bother the girl as the journey continued. She’d blatantly refused to wear the uniform she’d been issued and it took almost ten overly masculine women to simply force her into the pants. After harsh glares from her trainers, Elle had cooperated to some degree and put on the uniform. She still wore her purple sweatshirt, despite what anyone said, and the soldiers wanted nothing more to do with the girl so they eventually just let her wear it.

At the current moment, she was biding her time with Beethoven and a lovely view of the gray, dull buildings outside. Nothing seemed to peak her interest in the big city of Tokyo. To be honest, it wasn't much different from London in terms of weather, although the buildings were definitely more modern. It always seemed like London was a step behind other cities when it came to buildings and such. Not that it really mattered. I don't see why I'm supposed to go to some stupid city all on my own when Europe already considers me one of the biggest threats in the country.

Eloise had been given a nice long lecture on how she would be considered "a wonderful asset to the future" if she did this mission calmly and without any...issues. Apparently her caretakers didn't trust her enough to be left unsupervised, which wasn't an assumption. She'd gotten into a lot of trouble in the past: changing mission plans, switching trainee rankings around. At one point she'd even succeeded in sending a viral audio recording of her previous trainer's sex screams out to the public. No one trusted her anymore. And she trusted no one.

”Agent VanLiew, we’ve arrived at the Tokyo Base." The driver spoke firmly and overly monotone as the SUV came to a stop. Elle gave him a curt nod and exited the vehicle, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder and looking down to the manila envelope she held in her hand. This is stupid… She hadn't wanted to come to this city in the first place, and now that she was here, the frustration settled in her mind and slowly turned to simple loathing.

Elle leaned against a nearby lamppost and opened up the manila envelope, pulling out a sheet of paper. She ignored the intro paragraph and skipped ahead to the names at the bottom. Junko Matsushita? Elle could swear she'd heard the name before, and since the name was listed as leader, she assumed it had probably been mentioned during her long, boring lecture. She shoved the paper back in its envelope and sighed heavily. Just as she started to head towards the building, another SUV pulled up a ways away. A girl exited shortly after, and then Elle realized where she'd seen the name before.

She'd come across some online rumors about the girl while probing around on the internet. Apparently the teen was famous for something or other, Elle didn't quite have the interest to remember what exactly. She ignored the thoughts itching at the back of her mind, and instead of introducing herself like a normal person would, she walked right past the raven haired girl and made her way into the big building before her. Upon entering, she noticed a group of other teens like herself. She ignored them and simply leaned against a wall, plugging her headphones back in and waiting for further instruction.

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"Sir, are you sure you can do this jump yourself? It's sort of a narrow LZ, and the higher ups certainly implied that they wanted you to do this in tandem with somebody more, er... Well, sir, if I'm being honest, somebody more certified."

The nameless soldier (not actually nameless, he had a name tag right there, but Faustus couldn't be bothered to read it) looked on nervously at the young German boy that stood there, working on clicking straps together. In reply, he let out a click of his tongue and slid the goggles that were resting on his forward down to cover his eyes, meanwhile turning to look at the man that was talking to him.

"Vhut?" He snapped sharply, the accent surfacing slightly as he made eye contact.

"More certified than me? Ha! If I were you, I'd finally confront your cheating wife instead of worrying about if I'll make it."

This information may have seemed like he mystically pulled it out of nowhere, but pretty much everybody on the plane but him knew about it, poor guy. He pat the man, who now appeared very flush, on the shoulder and was about to say more, but the usual hum of the planes engines had been replaced instead by the roar of wind and shifting metal as the ramp at the back of the plane began to open.

"This is my stop!"

He yelled over the rush of wind at the shocked soldier, sneering before turning to run and leap off, beginning his free fall.
It definitely wasn't his first jump, and it probably wouldn't be his last, unless some freak accident happened with his chute. The first time he actually did have to do it in tandem, and the guy he was matched with was such a moron, that he almost thought it was some sort of conspiracy by his employers to torment him.

After that, he swore that he'd sooner jump alone than strapped to the back of some drooling neanderthal.

Currently he was about 18,000 feet above sea level, which gave him roughly 65 seconds of flat out free fall before he had to pull the cord to his chute. The incessant flapping of his hood as he fell at roughly 200 feet per second was almost enough to make him wish he had worn one of those ridiculous helmets, but as soon as that thought finished, it no longer mattered and he opened the chute.

Now was where he had an additional five to seven minutes to gawk at the Tokyo skyline approaching beneath him, or think, but instead he was focused hard on making the minimal adjustments required to land specifically where he needed to be. Which, in this case, was going to be his new HQ, or base of operations.

As he neared, Faustus noticed a small crowd had gathered to watch him descend, and he let out a sigh. When he touched down, the impact feeling softer than if he had jumped off of a chair, he was greeted by sparse applause and a guard that looked just a little too constipated. He undid the straps of the harness and let it fall to the ground along with the crumpling parachute, and he almost contemplated tossing the goggles too, but slid them back up to his forehead for the moment. He gestured for the guard to retrieve the stuff on the ground before promptly heading to the doors of the building that loomed over them.

As he approached them, he flicked his hood back up over his head and let out a slight, disappointed yawn. The adrenaline buzz was already beginning to wear off by the time he was pushing those doors open and crossing the threshold, where he was near immediately greeted with the rest of his so called team. One wore a hood and was leaning against a wall, listening to what Faustus assumed was music. The rest were spread out a bit, but potentially already mingling. He balled a fist and brought it to his mouth as he let out an all too audible cough, announcing his presence.

After dropping the fist, he brought it to his chest to place over his heart and gave a curt bow, somehow both mocking and honoring the Japanese customary greeting at the same time. When he straightened back up and his hand fell back to his side, his signature sneer was spread across his face.

I'm here, hΓΌndinnen.

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((I seem to recall there being talk of a week-long wait before we could continue, so I'm gonna go ahead and post. If need be, I'll take my post down and edit as needed for the final team member. Also I'm gonna skip around a bit to try to make the post as fluid as possible with everyone's other outside influences. plzforgibbmehkthx))


It didn't take very long for that rain to start falling by the time Allison got inside, and as she heard the soft pitter-patter and smelled the onslaught of water, a frown would pass her lips. Damn... she'd think to herself, casting a lazy glance over her shoulder back at the doors. She loved rain, you see. It was taking everything in her very being to not just go rushing back outside to twirl in the tears of the Heavens... which would be a good thing, since with that trickle from the skies, came her teammates in waves.

The first person Allison took notice of would be his own fault, really; you can't just stare at a person and expect them to not notice. This would be, unbeknownst to her, Caelan, the second-in-command. Short, silver hair caught her eye almost immediately after the striking color of that vest that, to be frank, stuck out like a sore thumb. She wasn't sure exactly why he had been staring so hard, and it only made her adjust her hands in her pockets slightly, before she muttered to herself, "Wish they hadn't of already shipped my stuff in... or my hat..." No, she had been told very firmly that she was not allowed to wear her hat upon her first meeting with the team. Something about not being allowed to hide. Such utter crap, really, but what could she say on the matter? Not much. Not when it came to the man who was, until just recently, her handler.

Allison was slipping a hand to reach up and lightly tug at her bangs in her attempt to try and hide her eyes, when the second member -- the medic -- was noticed, and earned him a glance over her shoulder not once, but twice. She hadn't realized she had a straggler, you see, and yet whatever surprise she felt was carefully masked behind a somber gaze, and eventually the faintest hint of a trademark grin. "You pulled the short straw too, huh?" Allison would say, her step slowing just long enough to hear whatever answer he might give. The entire time, Allison was trying to figure out the persons' sex, as they certainly seemed rather feminine. For now, she would assume they were a female.

She was already starting to feel the faint tinge of anxiety at the group of people by the time Kurai came into view, and as Allison slowly lifted her gaze to peer up at the male, a brow actually lifted slightly as his... enthusiasm? It was too much energy for Allison, who seemed to be working at keeping her own reservoir of alertness in-check. Despite that, she put on a smile of her own, her gaze focused on Kurai, despite the bangs that threatened to hide those orbs, "They call me Agent Alice." Allison said with a light shrug. Alice wasn't her real name -- in fact, it was a cheap play at her real name, her abilities, and the somewhat infamous storybook character that they often managed to bring to mind when talked about. She held her shoulders up in that shrug for a bit too long, letting her continuation of words be the cue to drop once again as she added, "I'm sure someone'll go over our roles later... not really worth bringing up right now." Slowly, Allison would slide that hand she had removed from her pocket out to Kurai, her fist loosely closed and the ridge of her knuckles aimed upwards in the form of offering a fist bump. Shaking hands were for chumps. "What 'bout you, man?" Allison asked in an all-too-casual, American tone. "Are you... shit, what was the name...." A glance downwards in an attempt to remember, before her eyes shifted back upwards. "Joon-kou?" If she got the name wrong, she had to intentions of showing an ounce of sympathy.

Before Allison had time to hear a response, the other female -- Elle -- entered. Despite her lack of greeting, Allison's gaze remained focused on her as she moved, and even a bit longer as she made herself comfortable along that wall, listening to music. "... huh." Allison mumbled to herself, before she focused her gaze back on Kurai. A grin would tug at the corner of her mouth. "I guess we should go wait somewhere... mess hall, maybe? I'm pretty hungry." She really was. Just try her. Regardless, Allison would be dropping her fist back into her pocket and turning to take off and explore, nearly about to turn a corner before she would hear the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Of course, Allison would glance over her shoulder, already wanting to just get away from the crowd as quickly as possible. But the appearance of the last person she ever expected to see made her actually turn much quicker than she had been moving before. The surprise in her eyes was quick to be buried, before Allison blinked once, then twice, and finally understood where exactly she had recognized one of those names on the list her handler had read off --

"...You?" Allison said, the tone in her voice hard to detect in terms of approval or otherwise. Her brows were both lifted in a expression that indicated that she did not expect Faustus, of all people, before she glanced up at Kurai, then back at Faustus.

"Oh, shit."

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Well, it seemed like it was raining mutated, power-embued teenagers. Ino wasn’t aware that mother nature had been so heavily ravished by the effects of the war that it had changed the entire chemical composure of its water cycle. ”I guess anything beats acid rain…” More individuals began to appear through the gates of the base, arriving in their own styles. A few had chosen to ride passenger in low profile NWG SUVs, their generic arrives couldn’t even attempt to compare with the more glamorous entries. Arriving in an APC was far from notable, and was an experience Ino wished to never experience again. Yet it was inevitable that he would wind up in one of those death traps on wheels some point down the line. One man had chosen to arrive by helicopter, whilst another made his entrance by chute.

”...I’m starting to lose faith in this institution’s anti-air defense cannons. 30mm flak is usually the answer to airborne targets.” The boy thought haphazardly as he smiled slightly. He ran a sluggish hand through his silver hair and as he progressed towards the inner entrance to the compound. ”Our leader Ms. Matsushita should be arriving shortly.” He glanced back and trailed the paratrooper on his descent. The guy landed in one fluent, elegant motion. A sight for the sore, post-apocalyptic eyes. Still a few paces ahead of his to-be comrades, he intended to arrive in the meeting room first.

In all honesty, it was a bit nostalgic being back in his home town. He was glad it wasn’t as socially dissociated as he envisioned it. Sure, it still had that decrepit zeal and that heart-warming feelings of being shot at every corner by a rebel spewing out slurs like an overgassed sub-machine gun. Yep, no place like home. Speaking of the aforementioned water cycle, the angels from above had already broken into wailing cries by the time he had set foot inside the lighted halls of the building. Though the constantly pounding rain couldn’t shroud the voice over his shoulder. He perked up and made a quizzical expression at the girl as she sidestepped him, her gaze lingering on him as she passed, ”Well, it certainly isn’t the calmest job. But it’s definitely not as heart racing as yours… Pleased to meet your acquaintance.” He had forgotten the girl’s exact name, but he had already attributed the individual with her role. The task of the assassin was definitely more dangerous and risky, yet there was a difference between saving a life and taking one. Hopefully Ino would only have to be forced to do the latter.

Another member, with a similar tone of hair to the helicopter rider and himself. ”What is this, the three quicksilver musketeers?” He raised an eyebrow as he finally found himself in the meeting room. Ino ran his hand down his neck as he noted every present member in detail. Already a few were socializing, some even already had ties set in stone. To say the least, foreigners were pretty advantageous. Unique, more like. The NWG had put together all of these pieces which belonged to separate puzzles, yet the governmental suits were attempting to force them into one consolidated fighting force. They were tasked shun those who preached the word of rebellion. Rather than delving into the thriving conversation, he instead attempted to reach out to the quieter individual of the group. After all, it was a good habit to learn of each patient's mood patterns. He slowly walked over to the hooded girl, headphones draped over her eardrums. He titled his head cautiously and leaned into the girl's line of sight. Aware that she couldn't hear the boy, he instead just made a slight wave at who he assumed was of British descent. What'cha listening to?" He raised an eyebrow, then looked back at his comrades conversing about grabbing some grub. "Oh, I'd be up for some food as well!" He energetically shouted quickly before turning his gaze back at the green-haired member. The boy leaned back a few inches to give the girl some breathing room, as she was surely caught off guard by his sudden intuitiveness.

(Wrote this at 1 AM. Might edit a bit in the morning)

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Well, this certainly was a group. None had announced themselves as leader yet, which came as a surprise to the Irish boxer, but he had to assume that their leader was among them. The only question was... "...Which one of you is our leader?" He mumbled under his breath, trying to look at the men in the room to see which one of them looked like leader material. Not surprisingly, none of them looked the job. He probably looked the closest thing to a leader, despite being only a co-leader. He was pretty stiff-looking in his little corner as he observed the others with a serious look on his face. Closing his eyes for a moment, he wondered what he should do in this situation. On one hand he could try and lead the others in some kind of discussion, though his social awkwardness and lack of any real knowledge on what to say would prohibit that. He could address someone and try to learn something about them, but... Well, again, his social inadeptibility would intervene here. It was quite the struggle for him.

In the end, he settled for sitting back and observing. Shortly enough, a silver-haired boy, whose hair was similar in color but much longer in length to Caelan's, was the first to really speak up. It was simple. A greeting and questioning of who was who. He seemed friendly enough to Caelan, allowing himself to smile just a tiny half-smile. Someone was taking a little initiative here. That was more than he could say, which was a bit pathetic given his position within this group. After that, a silent girl came in and leaned against the wall adjacent to him. She said nothing and didn't seem interested in doing so. Following her was an ash blonde boy that Caelan couldn't quite make heads or tails of one way or another... Doing a head count, all but two of them had arrived.

The ambiguous one then said something that caught him off guard. "M-Ms. Matsushita?" A woman?! Of all people to be leading them, this "Junk-o" was a woman? As if this position as a co-leader wasn't uncomfortable enough, now he had to work closely with a... woman...

He had nothing wrong with women. He had nothing wrong with taking orders from a woman or helping a woman in need. But talking with them, working closely with them... "If there is a god, he hates me." He muttered once more. Women were his Acchilles' Heel more than anything else. Guys were hard enough to talk to on their own. But when a woman gets thrown into the mix with their hair and soft skin and pretty eyes and their... His face got a hint of color at his own thoughts as he turned his gaze away from the group and at the floor. Thinking about those sorts of things wouldn't help him maintain any sort of posture or presence. With a deep breath he tried to regain his composition, to clear his head and forget about girls and their- No, he shot the thought straight from his mind, giving it a good mental uppercut through his skull. For good measure, he dropped into his fighting stance and gave the air a good one-two before returning to an appropriate stance.

Clearing his throat, he took a step forward. He'd have to do something. Making his way to the center of the room, he tried to gather a bit of attention. "Ahem. Uh. Hey. You all speak English?" The accent was rough and clearly a bit nervous. This responsibility was bothersome to him. He was way out of his comfort zone addressing one person, nevermind an entire group. "I-I guess that Junk-o is going to be here soon. Until then, everyone just be quiet or somethin'... The name's Caelan McDouglass. I've been tasked with helping lead this group. I've been in the military for eight years now and I expect you all to act like disciplined, respectable soldiers. That clear?" His gaze fell particularly upon the blonde woman who had given the shittiest salute he'd ever seen before for a moment before going nowhere in particular. Reaching a gloved hand up to his neck, he gave it a scratch that itched nothing in particular before speaking again. "So. Um... Right. Introductions." Taking the hand from his neck and pointing it at the silver haired boy with hair a bit longer than his own, he continued on. "You don't really seem the... shy type. We'll start with you. Introduce yourself." His head was beginning to feel light from all of the attention he was demanding. He hated this metaphorical spotlight that was shining down on him. It felt like torture. But that damned woman was running late, so he felt there was no other real option.

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Elle observed the room from where she stood, taking note of everyone's physical appearance, wardrobe, voices, word choices, posture. She almost felt like a spy, sitting there in the dark. She spent the next several minutes trying to figure out who was who, pinning names on different people. McDouglass was a roughly Irish/Scottish name, so she assumed the guy with the accent was Caelen. Allison was probably the blonde girl. She couldn't figure out whether the silver-haired kid was Kurai or Ino. She couldn't really tell whether they were male or female either.

Elle was able to determine their gender when the kid came over and spoke to her. He asked about her music, and despite Elle's anti-social preferences, this kid seemed genuinely interested. "It's Beethoven." Her words were quiet, but firm and confident. Its not like she was shy or anything, she just thought most humans were a pathetic waste of her time. After seeing the overly feminine appearance of the kid before her, she tried to make a joke of assuming his name was Ino. Ino was apretty feminine name, so it'd be ironic if it really was his name.

Ino was distracted momentarily by the others' conversation about finding food, but instead of running off, he turned back to Elle. She was about to tell him to bug off when the Irish kid said something. He seemed sort of surprised and upset that their leader was a female. It also sort of pissed Elle off that he was mispronouncing her name. "Its Joon-ko, not Junk-o." She hardly looked up to emphasize her words, and instead turned her eyes to the floor and proceeded in turning off her music so she could hear clearly.

The Irish guy asked if they all spoke English, and no one seemed to reply with more than a simple nod. Elle figured that it'd be more important for them to all know Japanese, considering they were gonna be living in Tokyo for who knows how long. He also confirmed that his name was indeed Caelen McDouglass - just as Elle had guessed. He explained his position, stated that he had history in the military, and demanded that the group act like disciplined soldiers. They definitely weren't disciplined soldiers, and Elle had no intention of following this guy's orders.

Still, Elle didn't say anything, despite the fact she really wanted to walk away leaving a sarcastic comment. She figured that if this guy was gonna be her superior, she should at least pretend to be a decent person. Caelen declared that they were to introduce themselves, apparently starting with the silver-haired guy who looked oddly like a cat. Elle hadn't paid much attention to anyone else so she didn't assume anything. She couldn't care less. For once in her life, she pulled down her hood, yanking her hair into a ponytail and turning on the wall to face the rest of the group.

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Thank god… Kurai was extremely relieved as he saw the raindrops fall down just as he strode into the facility. He loathed the rain and all aspects that came with it, and he was grateful that his luck was good enough to prevent him from getting caught in the rain. It was bad enough with it pouring down, but actually getting caught in it is something that he wanted to avoid at all costs. He managed to bring his attention back to the room just in time to see the girl respond to his greeting. "They call me Agent Alice.""I'm sure someone'll go over our roles later... not really worth bringing up right now." The girl said her name with a shrug, giving him the impression immediately that she was either being nonchalant with her name, or that she was giving herself a nickname or alias. It was probably the latter, as he did not recall seeing any Alice in the namelist he was given to. The closest adaptation should be Allison, the spy. He could not comprehend why people decided to give themselves other little names, but chose to respect her decision anyways. Some people get the wrong ideas if he doesn’t use the name they wished to introduce themselves in, mainly getting rather defensive and in worst cases feeling offended. It would be a pain to clear up afterward. "What 'bout you, man?" "Are you... shit, what was the name....""Joon-kou?" Allison spoke, in a distinct accent. He couldn’t define which country it came from, but judging from the tone and the slang she used, it was probably American. He had read up about the country once, quite an energetic one with vibrant culture. Its people were stereotyped to be cheerful and friendly, so it was easy to say that Kurai was quite taken aback at her supposed nationality. He would have to rebuild his knowledge of them once he gets to the library…

As he was thinking that, he noticed a movement before him. Allison had raised her hand in a loosly closed fist, causing him some confusion again. Was she planning to hit him? No, the actions were too slow and she doesn’t seem to have any intention of harming him. Is it a threat? Can I kill her if its a threat? Hey, its a valid reason, right? Many thoughts crossed through his head in a split second before he remembered what a fist bump was and raised his own, trying to make it as similar to hers as possible. β€œOh, my name is Kurai. And Junko's is supposed to be our leader.” He spoke without changing his expression, a bright smile on his face as he politely corrected her. If he was offended in any way, he didn’t show it. β€œI’m flattered that you thought for a second that I was to become our leader.” he continued in what appeared to be a nonchalant tone as both their gazes moved to a girl who had just arrived. She was wearing an odd looking hood and seemed to ignore most of them, staying by herself in a corner. Judging from her sweater that looks electronic and her liking for music, he would assume that she was their hacker, Elle.

"I guess we should go wait somewhere... mess hall, maybe? I'm pretty hungry."Allison spoke again as she dropped her fist back into her pocket and turned to go round the corner. There was an imput from their other team member as well, another one with silver hair. Kurai raised his hand in a small wave again, signalling that he heard without saying anything to disturb their conversation. Trying to be polite couldn’t be wrong in well, whatever circumstances they were in. Before he could follow her however, there was a sound like the clearing of a throat. He spun around only to see a boy with an odd hood as well, standing with a sneer on his face. He had apparently fallen from the skies from a parachute, a rather dramatic entrance. "Oh, shit." He looked down quickly at Allison before looking back toward the new arrival. β€œHi!” He gave directed a quick smile at the boy before turning to the assassin again with a quizzical look on his face. β€œYou know him?” He muttered to her so that only they could hear. It was impolite to ignore someone without greeting them first, that was what he read about in the book of ettiques he scanned through for the sake of meeting new people. It had better be worth it. If that offends people he had no idea what to do around others anymore.

However, before she got the chance to respond, he noticed a man standing in the middle of the room. From his build, it would seem obvious that he had been training for quite a long period of time. If he didn’t already know the leader was a girl, he would have assumed that he was the one who would be leading them. After all, you would never know when some super powered teenagers might get out of line. "Ahem. Uh. Hey. You all speak English?""I-I guess that Junk-o is going to be here soon. Until then, everyone just be quiet or somethin'... The name's Caelan McDouglass. I've been tasked with helping lead this group. I've been in the military for eight years now and I expect you all to act like disciplined, respectable soldiers. That clear?" Caelan’s fitness was now clear to him on where he got it from, though Kurai never liked training much. It meant giving up on those marshmallows he loved so much. Speaking of which… He touched his pocket and found a small packet of said swets that he managed to get past for the trip. Now only a few were left, and he made a mental note to stock them up for later. Perhaps he would find more in the mass hall?

"...You don't really seem the... shy type. We'll start with you. Introduce yourself." Kurai raised his eyes only to see his second in command pointing to himself. β€œHi everyone, I’m Kurai Ryujin, and I’ll be your strategist! I’ll do my best to keep all of you safe so put your trust in me.” Without missing a beat, he stepped forward and quipped cheerfully. It was mostly a lie, albeit a white one. Anyway, behaving as such would probably be useful in the long run. People tend to trust others more if they seem harmless and friendly, thats what he learned. And after all, who would trust him enough to carry out his instructions if they knew he didn’t care much for their lives? Not to mention the fact that they weren’t even safe from himself.

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The 'Oh shit' muttered hadn't slipped past him, and Faustus even had an idea which of the ones he was facing had muttered it, but he chose to ignore it for now, lowering both his hood and his head and closing his eyes as the Irish one spoke. The goggles on top of his head were also removed and mindlessly tossed to the side. He let out a near inaudible snicker at the 'disciplined, respectable soldiers' comment, and continued to listen with his eyes closed as the one the Irish one ended up picking to start the round of introductions gave his.

β€œHi everyone, I’m Kurai Ryujin, and I’ll be your strategist! I’ll do my best to keep all of you safe so put your trust in me.”

Liar. You don't give a damn about any of us, let alone about our well-being. Don't think you've fooled me, so called strategist, you're just like the rest of us right now. We don't know each other; We don't care about each other. Maybe we never will.

At the silence that followed Kurai's introduction, Faustus smirked. After several more seconds passed, he opened his right eye and glanced up at them.

"Well, then. Since nobody else is volunteering to go next, assumingly struck quiet, disinterested, or maybe even intimated not only by Colonel Paddy over there, and I mean that in the least offensive way possible, I'm sure you're... proud of your heritage, but also by our newly introduced strategist's very convincing and caring introduction, I'll go. My name is Faustus Lehrer, you may call me Faustus, or if you're bold, Ozymandias, or even straight up Ozy works. I'm our spy, although I detest that title, it seems rather outdated. I'm in charge of the covert operations. I get in, undetected, and I get out, also undetected. Although at this point I have either very important intel or somebody with very important intel, beneficial or otherwise, is dead."

All the while during his little speech, Faustus had approached the others with his hands folded neatly behind his back and he stalked back and forth between them, leaning forward slightly as he did so. Sometimes he would stop for a couple of seconds while he was talking and examine their faces carefully, then move on to the next.

"Now, unlike Mr. Strategy over here," He tipped a wink to Kurai, "I can say straight up that I don't give a shit about any of you. Yet. Maybe I never will, but I don't suppose that matters. Regardless, I can be a team player, and we don't need to get along to be a team, now, do we?"

He paused, stopping at the one with headphones to give her a silent, but appreciative nod in regards to the hood she was wearing, then continued onward, heading towards Allison.

"Now, I'm aware that it might be difficult for some, or maybe even for all, to take what I, or what anybody else says, for that matter, at face value. But at least one of you can speak up for my capabilities, isn't that right, Allison? You see, guys, this one puts the ass back into assassin. In more ways than one."

At this point, he had reached her, and gently clapped a hand down onto her shoulder, firmly squeezing it before returning his hand behind his back.

"Go on, Alliebear," He cooed, giving her a smirk and leaning in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "Why don't you tell them how good I am. And while you're at it, tell them how good you are at mindlessly killing people. I'm sure it'll make them super comfortable."

After that, he straightened back up, brandished a rather charming smile at all of them, and give a thumbs up to Allison, his favorite (and granted, the only one he knew) assassin.

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"Oh?" Allison would respond to Ino's statement. So, they already knew of her occupation? Interesting. "The pleasure's all mine." Allison would say, a grin curling at the corner of her mouth. Sure, her job could be heart racing... but that was all part of the game, right? One would even go as far as to say the most dangerous game. Heh.

To say the least, Allison was already feeling out her teammates. As Kurai seemed to hesitantly lift his own fist into a fist bump, Allison would lightly tap his knuckles with her own, beaming up at the strategist in a surprisingly warm manner. Kurai and Ino seemed to be good people, though currently it was somewhat difficult to say, given that they had all simply agreed on the idea of getting food while they waited for the others. "Oh, I'd be up for some food as well!" Ino had stated, earning him a look from Allison, who leaned to the side to acknowledge his agreement with a warm, inviting smile. "Well, alright then."

Enter Faustus, who had earned himself quite the statement from Allison. Truth be told, the girl wasn't entirely pleased that he of all people was to be their spy. Faustus was... a character, to say the least. She didn't say anything at first when Kurai asked if she knew the German lad with the smirk that could cause even the most street-savvy of stray cats to scurry in fear, instead allowing a few seconds of silence to flutter by, before she'd respond, "...Yeah, we've worked together before. Now c'mon, let's go get some fo -- "

"Ahem. Uh, hey. You all speak English?"

Well, damn it. Caelan's interruption -- however displeasing to the American -- was a blessing in disguise for the second-in-command. Because it's very unlikely she would have even shown up for an actual meeting otherwise. Allison's gaze would rather lazily turn to look in Caelan's direction, blinking slowly as she tilting her head slightly in response. From the gleam in her eye, it would appear that she was tempted to simply say no, just to spite him. However, for now, she was content to just listen.

A hand would slip up to rest on her right hip, after her weight had shifted to focus mainly on her left leg while her gaze remained focused on Caelan. Immediately, a few things were noticed; his posture, his careful wording. The way he carried himself was ripe with the life of a soldier. Well, this'll be interesting. She'd think to herself, and that thought would only be confirmed the moment his gaze caught her own. "Hmn?" Allison would mumble under her breath, though that didn't stop her from lifting that free hand to wiggle her fingers a bit in his direction in a little wave.

"So. Um... right. Introductions." Caelan would say, before he focused his attention on Kurai. "You don't really seem the... shy type. We'll start with you. Introduce yourself." Allison would glance up at Kurai, before at Caelan, her head tilting more as she queried, "Didn't you just tell us to be quiet until Joon-kou --"

"It's Joon-ko, not Junk-o."

"... Junko gets here?" Well, she wasn't wrong. Regardless, Allison would shift her gaze to peer up at Kurai as he introduced himself again, her brow knitting together as she listened to him speak. The entire time, the only indication of any change in emotion would be the way her brows tensed and relaxed, otherwise, that smirk remained right up until Faustus opened his mouth.

The change was slight, but there was definitely a drop in the corner of her mouth as Faustus started his little speech. There was definitely some form of respect there for the smart-mouthed spy, given the way she merely glanced up at Kurai as the German seemed to passive-aggressively call him out on his little white lie. She knew him enough to heed his words, at least.

When Faustus decided to turn his attention to her, Allison didn't so much as move an inch. That was probably a bad sign. Her smile still remained, her hands on her hips as she slowly shifted her weight from one leg to the other in a slow manner, her eyes closing calmly the moment Faustus said her name. "... isn't that right, Allison?"

Faustus, stop. Her thoughts would scream in his direction.

"... You see, guys, this one puts the ass back into assassin. In more ways than one."

Knock it off, twerp. She didn't open her eyes as Faustus laid that hand on her shoulder. In fact, she didn't even say so much as a peep, nor did she give any indication that she was the slightest bit annoyed at that moment, except for maybe the way her nails were digging into her hips through her shirt.

"Go on, Alliebear." he cooed.

Snot-nosed...

"Why don't you tell them how good I am."

...egotistical...

"And while you're at it, tell them how good you are at mindlessly killing people."

... piece-of-shit bastard.

"I'm sure it'll make them super comfortable."

There would be a few seconds of absolute silence from the assassin, who was internally collecting her thoughts. Her smirk would only grow a bit, still as serene as ever, the emotional mask she wore secure as she finally spoke, "Why should I? You already told them for me. Just have to steal the limelight, don'tcha?"

Lifting her head with a soft inhale, her eyes would slowly drift open, the quick fade of pale blue back to that copper-brown hue she wore as a clever mirage only detectable by those who were actually paying close enough attention. But while she lifted her hand to give another of Caelan's favorite salutes, let's change the beat, shall we?

"On the field, they call me Alice -- after the character from the book. Off the field, it's Allison Bennett." The blonde would say, as two of her fingers lightly tapped the outer corner of her brow in a lazy salute. That hand would drop to her side, and her smile would melt into the sweetest one she could manage. "Ozzy Oddball here is correct -- about me, at least. I'm the assassin of the group... no need to really give some sort of speech like Faustus probably spent hours trying to memorize, ja?" The way she said ja was obviously directed at Faustus, as she slowly turned on her feet, her steps casual and almost dragged along as she made as much distance between her and Faustus as she could, instead moving directly towards Caelan. "We're all big kids, we know what assassins do."

The blonde woman would stop in front of the second-in-command, hands still on her hips as she turned to face him, having to lift her head to look him square in the eye. "Ozznificent was also right about one thing... I do put the ass in assassin." There was obviously more than one meaning behind that statement she was making; however, whether she was putting more emphasis on one definition by the way she subtly shifted her hips, indicating her posterior, or the other, with the way her gaze actually narrowed ever-so-slightly up at Caelan as she said, "In more ways than one... I can call them like I see them, too." was... well, it wasn't all that hard to figure out. She really wanted to eat first, damn it.

"Now." Allison would suddenly chirp, standing upright and lifting both her hands to clap together lightly as she beamed up at Caelan. "Since that's all taken care of, may I please go now? Or are you going to make me beg..." Her grin would curl even more into an almost flirtatious one, followed by a wink, clearly testing Caelan to see how he'd react as she'd wait for a response. "... Boss?"

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Image-----The rain was barely a light sprinkle now, one that dampened the already wet ground. Although most of the rain had already cleared its self up, the sun was still covered by an almost perpetual cloud of what was most likely smoke. Only one more person had shown up after Junko had arrived, and they did it in what seemed to be the most obnoxious way possible. She assumed that everyone that had arrived were already inside of the facility. Still unsure about this whole leader ordeal, she decided it was about time she head inside the facility as well. Her clothes were still somewhat dripping from spending time outside in the rain, but it wasn't something she was initially worried about.

-----She was more worried about how exactly she would pull off being a leader. She isn't exactly the most proper of soldiers, not responsible and certainly not disciplined in any way or form. There was no doubt in her mind that she certainly wasn't cut out for being a leader, but there has to be a reason she was appointed to such a position right? Who knows, those higher-ups were always doing something stupid to piss her off, intentional or not. She hadn't seen anyone come by in a while, so she believed everyone who was going to show up was already there.

-----When she entered the facility, she could see there was six people in total already there. She didn't bother to read the new letter she was handed, so she had no names to put to the faces she saw. Three of them had almost white, seemingly silver hair, two of having hair that were both different shades of blonde, and only one of them had, presumably, what was hair dyed green. They were definitely an odd cast of characters, but then again, they were in fact mutants. There was a conversation going on, what it was about she had next to no clue about. To be completely honest, she wasn't really paying attention, more or less lost in her own thoughts.

-----At this point she was just observing, having no interest in actually joining the current conversation that was going on. She'd happen to enter just as the other new arrival began to introduce himself. Both of the blondes were discussing something, the male one who had introduced himself as Faustus and the one with lighter hair was seemingly introducing herself as Allison. After the fact, she was addressing someone whose name was Caelan, who was apparently one of the three with silver like hair. "Three people identified, four more to go." No one has yet to acknowledge her appearance, and she preferred to keep it that way, as she was still trying to piece together exactly how she could ever manage to be a leader.

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{Just a question, but its been almost a month and a half, and I don't think testing takes that long...}

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