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Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal

"Looking for something?"

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a character in “The "Agency" RM”, as played by Scorpion01

Description

Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal

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"Stay sharp; you might have a chance."



Basic Info




|Name|
Brianna Nofal


|Nickname|
Vyklade-- "Snake"


|Race|
Human
|Age|
17


|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Face Claim|
Evie Frye from Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

|Dialogue| #4C004C |Thought| #004C00



|Abilitiesl|
Born Thief--Grew up on the streets, stealing just to survive.
Hide and Seek Champion--not officially, but if she doesn't want to be seen, it's gonna be really hard.
Great Hand-to-Hand Combat--Also skilled with a knife or a stick/cane. Also, punching people and whatnot.



A Mask that I Wear



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|Likes|
Peace and Quiet
A hot cup of Tea
A well thought out plan
The rush of infiltration
A good fight
Medium-rare Steak.
|Dislikes|
Unnecessary noise
Cold Tea
Fools and idiots
An overly-cooked steak
|Strengths|
Able to steal just about anything within reason without being caught.
Extremely quiet.
Very physically fit--can hold her own against men twice her weight in combat easilly
|Weapons|
Fists and feet
Various knives
A Cane-Sword that is both stylish, and functional.
Colt .45 Handgun with 2 magazines full of rounds, plus one already loaded; never one bullet in the chamber until after she draws it. It features a Silencer that can be removed and attached when needed.
|Fears|
Ending up alone in life
Bees
Wasps
Her past being used against her.
Feeling helpless
Being useless
|Role|
The Theft

|Personality|
She's a generally quiet girl who mostly keeps to herself. She's a quick learner, and a bit anti-social. She doesn't like being alone for very long though, nor does she like being in large crowds for a long time; though it makes it easier for her to vanish in plain sight. Once people get to know her, she opens up quite a bit, and will frequently joke with them, and become rather touchy; patting them mostly, or a light push, or hugs.

Should she find romance she becomes very cuddly and gentle; almost like a puppy, finding every opportunity to show affection.

When deployed (in the future) she will be almost stone quiet and emotionless when sneaking, fighting, and even killing. Whatever is needed of her she will do to the best of her ability.



A Past Long Forgotten



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|Family|
See history

|History|
Brianna originally was born into a decent family. Middle Class, nice house, good parents, beautiful dog. She got a lot of what she wanted on Christmas and on her birthdays when she behaved, and had a comfortable, easy life. Her parents were both smart people; father was a banker in downtown Brooklyn, Mother worked as a store Manager in uptown Brooklyn.

She went to a descent school in terms of preschool; but as she entered first grade catastrophe struck. Her parents both were killed in gang-related incidents within days of each other. Now a ward of the state and refusing all foster homes and orphanages, she took to living on the streets at about ten years old. The first year was rough; barely surviving. She found some friends and they helped her out. Eventually she became a decent thief, food and clothes, mostly. Eventually however she moved onto bigger and better things.

She began to pick pocket at 13, and as one would expect, sucked at it. Luckily she was fast, so she always evaded capture. After a few months she was practically a master, and was stealing things left and right, even if she just brushed up against someone, which in New York was easy to do. However she got even better when she could be feet away and manage to snatch a man's watch while his hand was in his pocket. Nothing could stop her! She'd sell the watch, actually buy food and blankets, then return to her hideout. Like many homeless, she often turned to shelters in order to keep up her personal hygiene, and as such she never specifically looked homeless, or like a thief, which only aided in her efforts to survive.

Puberty treated her well, developing her figure into that of a beautiful young woman, which she often used to her advantage as well, seducing men into lowering their defenses before knocking them out and taking their things. She had developed quite the reputation for being a thief, one that she apparently didn't think could lead straight to her. That could lead "Them" straight to her. After a quick chase and a rather violent fight, she was captured by staff of the "Agency" and inducted into their program. She found that the life they offered was much better; and she could get even better at doing what she found to be fun, so she decided to stay. Now her training will begin, and she's a bit eager to see where it leads her.

So begins...

Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal's Story

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Richard Burkoff


His grin only grew.

As those crimson eyes followed the rather annoyed Mr. Smith, his toothy, shit-eating grin only grew; and a slow, rather insane chuckle spewed quietly from his throat. He began to walk; following their Director into the building and consequently into the classroom after a minute of making the poor man wait. His smirk remained the whole time.

"Come now, "Mr. Smith", surely your job can't be THAT bad, can it?" He asked calmly, his voice deep and almost soothing. This was not the first time they'd met; oh no. Being under the custody of the Agency for quite a while, Richard Burkoff knew many of its members; made a point of it, actually. His out-of-place Victorian clothing offset the dull room as he sat in a chair, crossing one leg over the other at the knee while leaning back.

"Or can it be that you dislike your job? In which case I must ask why you took it in the first place." His grin returned, those pointed teeth gleaming in the light.

Briana Nofal


As the first bell went off, she looked to the building from where she'd been reading. She closed her book after putting the book-mark into the pages and stood, tucking the book into her large leather overcoat. Truth be told she couldn't really care less where the bookmark ended up, since she'd read the book almost a million times or something. The Two Towers certainly was one great read; heck the whole trilogy was a great read, now that she could spend the time to read it all.

Of course...she had to remember how she got here in the first place; and that was rather unpleasant. Regardless however she enjoyed the peace and quiet at this place--it was so much more peaceful and cleaner than those old Alleyways in New York she used to live in with what friends she could make that wouldn't try to assault her in more ways than one. Walking into the building she followed the directions towards her class-room, stopping for a quick bathroom break; because why not?

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Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Hideo Asoh
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Finnlin Firenze



Finnlin ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She was grateful the school allowed her and her brother to live on campus together but man, why did it have to be all the way across the campus from her class. She had left so early she barely had time to get things ready for the day so Akeli wouldn't get bored. (It was bad this if he got bored.)

She was almost there when her PDA, she pulled it out to find her navi' looking up to her a little distraught.

"What's going on Scarecrow?"

"Mistress, I'm afraid it's your brother. He a little upset." She heard something crash behind him. She gave a sigh. "I knew I should have woke him. Maybe then his abilities wouldn't be giving off his emotions." She heard another crash. "I better calm him down before they get word, and move him."

"Can you put him on, Scarecrow?"

"Of course mistress." He replied with a bow. The screen blurred out for a moment and returned now replace with the human face of her little brother. His eyes overly puffy.

"Fratellino (Little Brother), we talked about this. I have to do this classes."

"I know, Sorella. (Sister) but I just don't like that you're gone all day." His cheeks puffed up and the tears began to swell up in his eyes.

"Please don't be like this, fratellino. Believe me, I'd much rather be there with you." He gave a small nod. "I'll tell you what? You be a good boy today. I don't get another call from Scarecrow and I promise when I get home tonight, we'll sit down and watch some of those old movies you like, we'll even make some italian food."

"Really?" She nodded. "Grazie."(Thanks) She jumped at the sharp shrill shriek of the bell.

"Oh Merda,(Oh Crap) that's the bell. Ti amo, piccola.(Love you, little one)" She blew a kiss to the screen.

"Anch'io ti amo." (Love you, too) He waved before the screen went black. She now had no choice but to take as long of strides as possible. Finally coming across the room. She throw open the door open and began to apologize profusely.

"Mi dispiace tanto , qualcosa si avvicinò all'ultimo minuto , che sono stato costretto a trattare con esso." (I am so sorry, something came up last minute, that I was forced to deal with it.)

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Marishka Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Ren Winston
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Ren had woken up quite early and spent time watching the sun slowly crawling up the sky. She sat outside in the dew covered grass and listen to the nature wake up around her, her hair pooling around her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of warmth that reached her skin when the sun slowly went up. It was one of the best times for her, always quite calm and there was no stress. She gave herself some time to fully wake up with the sun before heading inside again and showered. Getting ready for the first class of the day and with new people! Though I am kinda nervous.. New people.. She thought to herself as she got dressed, picked a white dress with a lightly pink under skirt. It saw rather snug around her chest and waist but flowed down her hips, ended at the middle of her thighs but went further down behind her. She left her hair hanging down, put on her ballet shoes and grabbed her gloves before heading out once again. But this time to go down towards the building she'll have her first class.

She of course had a soft smile as she walked over campus to get to the right building. She waved happily to them who greeted her, a smile as sunny as the sun and small talked to a few. She had more then enough time to get back to class in time so she was really not in any hurry. After a while she finally arrived at the classroom. Nervously she patted down on her dress, brushing away imaginary dirt and brushed her hair behind her right ear. She opened the door and smiled towards everyone.
"Good morning everyone!" she said happily and went to sit down at a table. She sat quite properly with a straight back and her hands resting on the table entwined with each other. She glanced at everyone and took in their looks, some of them looked quite scary but she didn't keep that in mind much really. They might be a nice person when they get to know each other.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Marishka Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Ren Winston Character Portrait: Jomoke Demarco
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"So, this is where the important people are taken to play? Where the beasts reign and the freaks hideout..."

"...Where the government holds its dirty, dirty secrets."


Jomoke stood firm as he stared at the monoliths before him, an 'Agency' instruction paper in his good hand. On all sides, "The Agency's" grounds sprawled in all directions, for acres and acres. From the pristine shine of the main building, to the homely feel of the living quarters that attached to the vast expanse of peaceful gardens. Honesty, it felt as if it was his arrival to America all over again, complete with the sudden realization that this place was to be his future, and for now, his home.

"...It's all mine for the taking..."

A wily smirk cut quick onto his lips as he pondered what was to come. The amount of opportunity held within these grounds was emence, and that wasn't even mentioning the brand new challenges and the ever beloved 'unknown factor.' Truly, this was where he belonged to be. A field worthy of his name and, for the lack of a better word, expertise.

This was what he was birthed for.

"Time to go make momma proud."

With a deep breathe that oozed more confidence than it took in air, Jomoke began the march towards where he was to be instructed with a slight swagger in his movement. It all felt warranted to him. He had his jacket zipped low, letting the cool air hit him in the bare chest and gave him some amazing image of himself within his own mind. Even his sunglasses were adjusted to what he called an 'impossible level of straightitude.' The only thing missing was his weapon, which would complete his persona of 'The Agency Badass,' but he settler for a simple wrap of gauze around his burned hand. Jomoke had assured himself that this was the first impression he wanted all to see. One that perhaps held mystery for some and intimidation to others. We'd all know soon enough, as Jomoke stood just inches from what would be the beginning of life. He stared at the door for a moment, confirming that the number matched the paper with a strange anxiety building in his chest as it began to slip shut from the last entrant. The hall was empty (aside from the girl that has passed by him in utter silence.)


"This it. This is the place. Behind this door are the other souls who were destined to share the top of the mountain with me..."

"...And fated to never surpass me. Let's do this. Let's rock. Come on!"



The smile on Jomoke's face was a dagger's edge in sharpness as he psyched himself up. Shadowboxing the air, he could feel the fireworks that were exploding for his entrance. The excitement in the air was palpable. With one swift motion, he tossed the door open roughly, and stepped into the room with conviction wafting off of him in waves. For a moment, he allowed his glory to be baskd in, standing rather statuesque before his eyes, tinted behind his shades, scanned the room...and took the confidence from him in exchange for confusion.

His eyes took a moment to study each person in the room, including the man seated behind the desk. A gilded room with marble columns and a throne wasn't exactly in mind, but nothing was quite as expected as he stepped deeper into the room. Jomoke didn't hesitate to give each person an unhidden stare as he judged them, added them together, and came to a conclusion; They didn't seem so 'destined for greatness.' Hell, one didn't seem from this time period, the another looked like sentient candy.

"...There's gotta be a mistake here, yeah?" He mused aloud, before taking himself a seat, close to the front and preparing a tirade of questions.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zane Ulrich Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Marishka Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Ren Winston Character Portrait: Jomoke Demarco
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Zathanial Ulrich


Zane had gotten up early probably around 5 am taking his morning jog, stripped and cleaned his pistols, sharpened his knifes, prepared his lunch and some other menial takes, just his usual morning rituals before heading out of his dorm. On his way he had seen the sun begin to rise over one of the buildings of the academy and sat down on a nearby bench and began to sketch a drawing, he had time. That was 3 hours ago....

He set his pencil down and admired his quick sketch, pleased with himself, Zane looked up from his sketch book with a charcoal drawing of one the United Nations Academy buildings, he had thought to take a break and enjoy the morning, only than did he notice what time it was, and he was gonna be late for class 'Shit'. Zane thought to himself as he quickly put his charcoal pencil and sketch book away carefully not wanting to smudge the charcoal and ruin his finished drawing, he slide the book into the front portion of a small back-pack next to his a unloaded 1911 pistol stored at the bottom of his bag.

As he finished gathering his things and placing them back into his backpack, Zane slung it over his shoulder as he adjusted his mask making sure it was on right before patting down his chest making sure the knives underneath were secured properly, before finally pulling his hood up over his head. Zane smiled beneath his mask as he started to break out into a full on sprint, it was already a interesting start to the day.

He came to a stop outside the classroom after running hard for five minutes, he quickly took the time to straighten his clothes out and make sure he atleast looked presentable... but being in all black with a full face-mask probably didn't help anyways. 'Here goes nothing.' He opened the door to the class-room and took the moment to look over the people arranged in the room, "Good morning..." Zane spoke through his mask, his voice sounding slightly augmented before he then proceeded to close the door and make his way to a seat and sit down at a table.

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Character Portrait: Zane Ulrich Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Marishka Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Ren Winston Character Portrait: Jomoke Demarco Character Portrait: Hideo Asoh
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Richard Burkoff


Richard's smile only grew at Smith's reaction to his teasing. His eyes darted to each new entrance to the room. But it was the entrance of Jamoke that made his shit-eating grin grow again. Clapping his hands slowly while standing he turned to the young, hyped up man, his pointed teeth gleaming in the light.

"Oh, Bravo! Our crowned Champion has arrived to allow us to bask in his unyielding, over-hyped, over-inflated glory." he said, his tone the personification of mocking and amusement. Slowly his clap began to go faster and faster as his grin widened once more, and he began to cackle like a hyena.

This...ceremonial greeting would last for approximately twenty seconds, after which Richard would smirk, give a small bow, and sit back down, crossing one leg over the other.

Upon hearing that the class was canceled, he raised an eyebrow. "Here I thought I was the surprising one."

Briana Nofal


She glanced up from her book with each new arrival; and with the declaration that class was canceled, she also raised an eyebrow. Socialize? Nah not really her style. However she was surprised to notice that Mr. Smith had not noticed that the lamp that had been standing next to the door on a shelf was currently positioned above her head on a different shelf and was lit to help her read her book.

Strange how that could have happened.

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Character Portrait: Zane Ulrich Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Marishka Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Ren Winston Character Portrait: Jomoke Demarco Character Portrait: Hideo Asoh
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As Jomoke tried, in vain, to make sense of his fellow 'teammates,' he tried his damndest to find his seat comfortable. So far, nothing was shaped to expectations. A running trend with the life of even the most average of men, he knew and understood well, however, one could at least believe that a place with so much secrecy and build-up would greet him with much more than a few confused blinks or sharp glares from an assortment of freaks. Sticking to his gut, he kept the idea that mistakes were made. That, or these select few are simply grand at hiding whatever it was that made them special. At least with that loose thought, it intrigued Jomoke to want to play along and await some form of amazement. But was it true?

This train of thought was derailed just as Jomoke had found a way to seat himself comfortably. Finally, the round of applause he had secretly been waiting for was beginning, and prompted him to twist around, only to be met with glint of a coyote's smile. The man from the Victorian Era had graced the room with a patronizing clap, and it only took the lock of cold stares to show who it was aimed at; Jomoke himself. Well, that and the equally as patronizing words that followed. Honestly, the whole scene that was unfolding before him simply staggering. For a moment, he could only return a blank stare, as the thought, "This is happening.," went through his mind before finally snapping back to reality.

"With all that show, I expect you to gave my fireworks ready next time."

"Listen, Dracula, it's the first five minutes of existing in each others worlds. Seems a little early to be poppin' off and making mistakes you'll regret. Now-..."


However, that was all Jomoke was able to get out before the man up front, who was the first person who's appearance matched expectation, began class. Funny enough, he also canceled class, made a decision that goes against authority, and slipped out of the room before Jomoke could so much as fire off one complaint or question. Instead, he just heaved a huff from his chest and stood, as requested. However, not before turning to the rest as he walked towards the door, giving a stern glare to each face. With the addition of an Eviler RoboCop and one person who seemed to have appeared out of thin air, things were certainly looking interesting, but...

"...Okay, I knew this wouldn't exactly be the most 'normal,' experience, and it sure isn't...I mean, just look at you all..."

"...But am I the only one here who's feelin' really, really out of place, or let down, or some type of way right now?"

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Character Portrait: Zane Ulrich Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Marishka Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Ren Winston Character Portrait: Jomoke Demarco Character Portrait: Hideo Asoh
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Ren couldn't help but giggle at the grand entrance when the quite muscular boy came in. It looked so.. Movie like, like he was the main character making the first entrance and expected girls woo and guys to glare in jealousy but nothing like that happen. The disappointment in the boy was touchable in the air and it made her smile gently towards him. It was almost sad, but he didn't seem to take it to heart.
She flinched when the cackle from the man in the red coat. It made her want to shrink in her seat and disappeared. She really didn't like the way he talked to the boy. She pulled her hands to her and entwined them, her smile faltered a little and she looked down towards the table. Her eyes lifted however when the door open again, someone with a mask came in. That's.. Interesting. Does he have a condition? Her curiousity made her forget the man in the red coat and followed the new one with her eyes until he sat down. Though once again they went to the door at the new arrival. She squirmed a little in the seat and smiled at the new one, though he seemed to be blind. But! He probably had something in his sleeve so she didn't think he didn't belong here. Oh! Another one, how many will be with us? Are we all going to be on the same team? Or is this just a general introduction or something? She thought excited.

Her thoughts stopped when Mr. Smith started to talk and she turned her gaze towards him. She was surprised that they wouldn't have any more classes today, though spontaneous things made her feel relaxed. Keeping things on point never worked for her, though she might arrive at a class in time. She'd easily loose track of time if the lesson wasn't interesting enough. When he told them to follow, she stood up with a little bounce and hurried after him. Eager to see where he would bring time. Though the muscular boy stopped in front of the door and looked at them. She giggled and entwined her hands behind her back, swaying a little from side to side.
"Of course this place is far from normal! They wouldn't ask us to come here if they didn't know each one of us had some kind of uniqueness. I don't feel let down at all, I feel rather excited about this! I'm Ren, nice to meet you all! Though.. Mr. Smith. We all will be working together as a team? But how does that work if we're going to have seperate classes?" She asked with a tilt of her head and a finger to her cheek, leaning her elbow against her other arm that laid across her stomach. It didn't seem right if they were team mates then they should be having classes together. Get to know each other and learn how to work with one and another.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zane Ulrich Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Marishka Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Ren Winston Character Portrait: Jomoke Demarco Character Portrait: Hideo Asoh
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Marishka

Someone sure has stepped on his toes,
was Marishka's first thought of Jomoke Demarco. That and practically all the words that could be used to describe an arrogant, and cocky human. Her opinion of him wasn't very high, yet, her opinion of anyone wasn't very high. That included herself.

She surveyed the faces of her teammates again, supressing the urge to gag at the sight of the woman in pink. What an ugly color. The first words that came to her when she looked at Ren Winston was faux innocence. It hadn't come to mind that the woman-in-pink's innocence was actually real. She began to hate the woman even more when she opened her mouth. Can she get anymore naive?


Her impressions of the others weren't as bad Pinkie's (her new nickname for Ren Winston).
Zane Ulrich AKA "Masked Guy": Eh. Not bad.
Hideo Asoh AKA "Blind Kid": If I lose my temper, he'd be the first to go. Just because he'd be standing next to me. Poor bastard.
Finnlin Firenze AKC "Weird Language Person": Let's hope she's bilingual.
Richard Burkoff AKA "Drac" or "Dracula" (She thought Jomoke's nickname for Burkoff fit him well): I hope the bastard fries.
Brianna Nofal AKA "Weirdo": Boring....
Ren Winston AKA "Pinkie": She'll be a useful body-shield if I ever need one.

Marishka sighed softly, and walked out of the classroom to follow Mr. Smith.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zane Ulrich Character Portrait: Finnlin Firenze Character Portrait: Marishka Character Portrait: Brianna "Vyklade" Nofal Character Portrait: Richard Burkoff Character Portrait: Ren Winston Character Portrait: Jomoke Demarco Character Portrait: Hideo Asoh
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Marishka

Marishka had been walking behind Mr. Smith when she noticed that the others hadn't begun to follow also. Now, she wasn't one to follow rules, obey orders or even be a leader, but hey, if she had to suffer this guy... then they had to also. She let out a cold breath, and turned back into the room whereupon she heard Jomoke and Ren speak.

"...Okay, I knew this wouldn't exactly be the most 'normal,' experience, and it sure isn't...I mean, just look at you all... But am I the only one here who's feelin' really, really out of place, or let down, or some type of way right now?"

"Of course this place is far from normal! They wouldn't ask us to come here if they didn't know each one of us had some kind of uniqueness. I don't feel let down at all, I feel rather excited about this! I'm Ren, nice to meet you all! Though.. Mr. Smith. We all will be working together as a team? But how does that work if we're going to have seperate classes?"


Marishka felt nothing as she overheard the conversation, and once Ren had stopped speaking, she walked in. With an emotionless face she spoke practically taking all the heat from the room, "Mr. Smith isn't in the room anymore if you noticed." Her words had a slight edge to them when she looked directly at Ren. She turned her gaze to Jomoke, "We're supposed to be following Mr. Smith... You know," She nodded in the doors direction before making sure the other freaks had noticed what she meant and walked out.

If they didn't follow, oh well, maybe this goon squad would be broken up and she'd.... What? Go back to her glamorous life? She had nothing to go back to... other then being a lab rat... A beastly growl came from her chest at the memory of being poked and prodded by human scumbags in white coats. She hurried after Mr. Smith, "Why are we here?"

Marishka had been one that the higher ups had trusted in a classroom scenario after the whole blowing up a building incident. And since she had basically been in isolation for quite awhile, she had wondered why they suddenly brought her here... to Mr. Smith and the rest of the freaks...