Fog Of War

[Rikken Omnious]

The mechanical sound of an alarm clock brought him out of his weary slumber as the sun shined though the velvet curtains of his bedroom, illuminating the darkness in the corners and a soft golden light penetrated the room. Rikken sat up out of his bed, his usually neat hair in a mess, he sluggishly climbed out of bed and headed for the shower, hopefully this would wake him up. The cool water hitting his soft ripped chest was soothing to his mind and was mildly relaxing, although the coldness stopped him from dozing off again. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went about his daily early morning routine. That being a breakfast meal, consisting of a thin stew made of lentils and six kinds of rice. He didn’t like eating it, but it was better than the alternative fatty foods that the fast food shops sold next door to him. He found it distasteful and stale. He had a few profiles to review once he got to headquarters. A few new recruits that needed to be initiated today, he hoped that they proved interesting than the last lot and that maybe he could put someone under his wing and train them.

He threw his clothes on and walked outside closing and locking the door behind him. He drew a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it on his lip before igniting the end with a lighter. Smoke floated forth from the end and into the light blue sky. He set off, His feet making a rhythm with the concrete sidewalk. People were driving past in cars, busy in their own little worlds, with no concern for others inhabiting a meagre existence in this city. Others were jostling on the sidewalk in a hurry, moving to their places of work, nothing that concerned Rikken at the moment, nor would it concern him in the future.

A magnificent red and blue building that was several stories high stood at his feet. A set of blue steps led upwards to a pair of red doors. The building was mostly glass in construction with blue trims around the windows that ran up the side of it and finished with a large pyramid shaped top with various antennas’ sticking up like pikes, seeming to stretch upwards forever. Inside, people were milling about riding lifts and talking to each other excitedly about non-important matters.

A large rectangular-shaped room with a round highly polished marble surface reception desk in the middle greeted him. Which behind the desk, he saw two young women were standing and helping several people at once by pointing them to their prospective customer’s destinations. Rikken’s eyes sharply and quickly darted around the room before moving to an unoccupied lift which began to ascend as soon as he stepped inside of it. He pressed a small red button and the lift stopped on the appropriate floor. He moved past the doors and walked to the Briefing room.

OOC: OK guys... make sure you all come to the briefing room.

 

[Wasilis]

"Dring! Dring! Dring!" the alarm clock, which was placed on the top of the desk, near the bed, in Druaga's room, was ringing persistently. "Damit! Shut up already!" the boy fast sleeping on the bed muttered. The alarm clock didn't reply. It just stopped ringing. "Finally!" Druaga was relieved. He could sleep more hours, but... unfortunately, after a few minutes, out of the blue, it started ringing again.

"You are persistent!" he was irritated at that moment. "You won! I will wake up!" he whispered in an angry tone that only he could hear. He stretched his arms and simultaneously he yawned. After that he stood up and without losing time he pushed the button of his alarm clock. It stopped ringing as it was ordered before from him, but it didn't follow it's order.

Rapidly Druaga went to the bathroom. He washed his face, he brushed his teeth and he wore his "usual" clothes, the clothes which he constantly chose to wear; a light blue, long-sleeved shirt with a silhouette of a wolf’s head on it, over the shirt a dark gold, black rimmed vest, a black belt around his slacks, on the black belt a gold-colored buckle that glinted under light, particularly long slacks, the pants ending a little bit over his white and black sneakers. He also wore a dark blue visor on his head. Emblazoned on it in black was an eagle's wing. On the right side of the best was a pocket where he'd be able to store a small object. He tucked the shirt under his dark gray slacks. His tennis shoes with white laces, were decorated with blue stripes.

After he ate breakfast, he left the house. The day was sunny, with not at all a fluffy, white cloud overpassing the blazing sun. Druaga, while was heading to his destination, was walking under buildings, which casted long shadow along the ground, in order to hide from the sun.

After about half an hour, he reached his destination; a magnificent red and blue building that was several stories high stood at his feet. A set of blue steps led upwards to a pair of red doors. The building was mostly glass in construction with blue trims around the windows that ran up the side of it and finished with a large pyramid shaped top with various antennas’ sticking up like pikes, seeming to stretch upwards forever. Inside, people were milling about riding lifts and talking to each other excitedly about non-important matters. After examining the building for a while, he stepped inside.

 

[Noir]

Alex yawned, looking around the room. He got up and grabbed an apple and started to eat it while pacing the room.. He then stuck a normal t-shirt and jeans on. He walked over to the bedside and picked up a pair of goggle, that had seen better days. He wore them for years, wearing them everyday except for when he slept. He placed them on his forehead and then picked up a mask, placing it over his mouth. Checking that he had anything he walked out of his room and headed to the Briefing room.

(OOC: He put's his armour on later )

 

[Artemis]

Shay's bed was soft and warm, and she didnt want to leave. The constant drone of her cell phone's alarm was almost unbearable, and after twenty minutes of almost non stop pinging, she decided to get out of her bed. She sat up, stretching out her arms and yawning, then turned her alarm off. Light streamed in through slits in her window shades, and she sat up and walked into her bathroom.

"Damn!" She shouted out as she stepped into the cold shower. It was probably one of the fastest showers she had ever taken, as she wanted out of the freezing water as soon as possible. She stood in front of her heater, a towel wrapped around her under her arm pits. Within a couple minutes, her mirror was begining to fog, and she truned off her heater and dried her hair. Her auburn locks curled naturally, and she swept down her bangs. She pulled on her clothes; a black scoop neck crop top with slightly puffy sleeves, a pleated black mini skirt, which had plenty of mini and little skirt, black stockings that came to mid thigh, and a pair of black boots that stopped in the middle of her calves. She also wore a red studded belt that hung loosely on her hips, a large chrome heart at the buckle, and a black ribbon tied around right arm.

She carefully applied some make up before she burst out into the street. She strided around the corner, ignoring everyone else and their comments about her attire. She had somewhere to get to, and being late was not a good first impression. She approached the large glass building, red and blue trim around its windows. She pulled open the glass door, the scent of freshly copied paper surrounding her. She walked briskly through the lobby, not paying attention to the people in it. She walked into the waiting elevator, punching in a number, and it began to lift her up. It was a silent and swift ride, and soon she was walking down the hall into the briefing room.

 

[Faint_Remnant]

The tearing off his flesh, as the blade ran through his pale skin made an urging noise that always bothered him and made Lloyd cringe. Once again he found himself in the midst of a battlefield. Several enemies glaring as the sun reflected off their differentiated eyes. All gave a different expression, some fear, others anger, some confused as to why they were there. As for Lloyd, he simply had the look of war in his eyes, some would call it the eye of the tiger.

As they ran forward, he swiftly brought his sword around him as he spun, quickly he through it horizontally and brought it back high. After he threw it down, splitting a poor commander. With several brief tactics, the group was on their sides with no emotion, no life. That’s is when a bullet was heard and it pierced his flesh. As soon as he almost felt the intense pain from the sizzling metal, his eyes would awake.

Waking with a sweat, he moved his hair to the side. Panting with a slight burn, he rose fast. With his sword in hand he took a look at the time. He had waken at the same time as every other night. Clothing himself in the nearest garments, he walked out of his so called “home.” Glaring at others who would do the same, the typical behavior was fear to those who he glared back at. One the way, he stopped into a local coffee shop. This was a routine of his.

“The usual.”

Within moments, his palms were met with a warm sensation of his beverage. Tipping the clerk he carried through the busy streets. Being the type of person he was, he noticed things he would never notice before. Unimportant things that always caught his attention, as if he looked at others in a different way now.

A large building towered over everyone else, casting a shadow as large as the city itself. Catching the door left open he walked through meeting a rather unusual crowd. He saw some of the same builds leave unto a platform that rose. Waiting his turn, he smirked at the two ladies in the front. As they repeated the same flirtations, he caught the elevator and smiled as he would be briefed in this upcoming room.

 

[Jack London]

Taryn loaded his shotgun and cocked it before placing it into its holster, upon the right side of his belt. He kept some spare ammunition within a seperate compartment upon the holster. The young man's bluish-green eyes narrowed slightly, his face making a strange expression, as though he had forgotten something. His hand slowly moved toward the left side of the belt, gently gripping the hilt of his dagger. With that his face returned to normal and he walked toward his closet, pulling out an average gray sleevless shirt and putting it on.

He lived in an average apartment, several blocks away from the largest building in the area. His presence was needed there soon enough. Not that he really needed his weaponry to travel there, but he felt somewhat naked without it. He was so accustomed to having his weaponry so close to him that it wasn't right to have it any other way. Besides, he felt as though his shotgun was a part of him. He had used the very same one for quite a while now.

A sharp, high pitched sound erupted nearby, coming from the kitchen area. Taryn didn't flinch, but instead grinned as he walked toward the source of the noise.

His green tea was ready.

He poured it into a large mug, the steam from the hot water quickly rising to the top. After placing the tea bag in the mug, he stirred it around for a few moments before taking his first sip. Although he disliked repetition, he generally liked his morning routine and didn't plan on changing it, unless he absolutely needed to. He took his time with his drink as his mind wandered between the past and the upcoming future. It was sort of a meditation for him before he started his day, just to get his mind straightened and to make sure he was fully awake before he departed.

Upon finishing his drink, he made a quick stop to his room to put on his boots and fix his hair, before leaving. Taryn had no fancy style to his hair. Just so long as it remained out of his face, he was fine. Doing that, even, can be somewhat difficult, for its length reached to about the mid-point of his spine.

As he pushed the front doors open to the dual colored building, he casually made his way to the Briefing room. Just as the elevator door had opened for him to leave, his eyes were greeted by a young woman, named Shay. At this, he couldn't help but simply smile as he walked into the Briefing room, greeting everybody that was already there.

"Mornin', mates. What's been going on?"

 

[Rikken Omnious]

James sat silently, unmoving, unblinking. Almost as if he were as much a mere piece of furniture as the Chair he sat in. Several empty glasses were on the table before him, and more would of been joining them if he hadn’t run out of cash. It was difficult to come across funds when you were supposed to be dead, and what little he did earn usually contributed to his many vices, drinking of which was the primary one.

Down the Table, a young girl sat down, ridiculously out of place in the room, and obviously waiting for something. James repressed a snigger as she began looking up and down the table, then, faded into the smoky room.

“Lipstick?”
The cold, calm voice in her ear and a hand on her shoulder caught Shay completely by surprise, eliciting a stifled yelp from her which drew the momentary attention of those around her. A maid entered “A pint for myself, and for my friend here…” he said matter-of-factly, turning to her expectantly, James whispered in the Maids ear “That’ll be on Mr Lyna’s tab, thanks…” he muttered. Rikken hadn’t given him permission to use the tab, nor told him it even existed, but James figured what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, Rikken had asked him to do this for a pittance. It would only be expected that he take advantage of perks where they arose.

As the Maid vanished, James’ tone instantly reverted to the low, cold tone that he had first spoken to Shay with, and she realized that whenever he addressed the Maid, he was putting on not only a fake voice, but also a passable accent.

“When you’re entering an environment where you are going to look out of place and you’re going to be looking around for someone, put on bright red lipstick and smudge it slightly. That way people will make assumptions about what particular kind of trash you are, and will be less inclined to start wondering why you’re there in the first place.”

“I don’t know what you think Rikken does, little girl, but it’s a hell of lot more then sit on a rooftop with a sniper rifle, and nowhere near as safe. If they wanted someone who could do that, why hire you?”

His cold stare, and the unspoken question: Do you know just what you are getting into? James' gaze met hers for a second, and then a packet of cigarettes was lowered next to him, the top open, contents on offer. “He’s behind me isn’t he?” His emotionless face slowly became a smile, as he looked up into Rikken’s face, took a cigarette from the packet, and downed his drink in a single gulp.

Rikken slammed a large file onto the table, to wake anyone who my have been trying to get in a few minutes rest “Now, as I said to you previously James, There’s a spy who’s been leaking inside information to an unknown source, the spy came from inside our military. Then defected to the unknown source. Probably another PMC. Anyway, It looks as though, we have a small base to infiltrate near here,” he said pointing to a location on the map, “Briden, just a small encampment that might yield some evidence as to the whereabouts of our little spy. Suit up and meet at the edge of town at sixteen hundred hours. It is now fifteen thirty. That is all, any questions? Everyone has to come down to the armoury to aquire new weapons and armour.”

 

[Faint_Remnant]

Indeed it was an interesting group they had at the table. From the amount of chairs left empty it appeared that not everyone had shown up yet. Another young lad greeted them. Lloyd only nodded in agreement of how well he was doing. Taking seat he noticed drinks were amongst them. He enjoyed a few of them from time to time. Lloyd never drunk enough to fully make himself look like another and more on the path of an idiot. He sipped on this and only enjoyed the buzz it would calm him with.

There was a whole bunch of gibberish as Lloyd only ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed the hairs of his chin briefly before acting bored. Finally one, by the looks of it, had shown up to acquire leadership from the tangent. The meeting finally begun. It was short if that. Picking out only the important parts, he realized that there was a spy. Besides that fact they would raid a nearby hideout after going to the armory to suit up.

Just as he finished, he walked off. He had no need to talk and get to know everyone. It was just his personality. Finishing off his drink, he slapped it on the table and frisked by everyone. Taking the elevator down, he winked at the lady once more before going down another level. He had read about the position of their destination. Being the first one to enter he waited on the others, not wanting to seem like an anxious prick if he had not done so already.

Taking a look around, he saw an assortment of almost everything. Nothing identical to his blade but fine detail indeed. As for armor, he bore none. It only slowed him down, but he thought he would give it a try. Scanning through the multitude of items he awaited his “allies.”

 

[Artemis]

What a great start to her meeting! From what she could tell now, all of her co workers were going to be guys. Not only that, one of them had the nerve to question her abilities and appearance. She sat in her chair, staring coldly at the man who had bought her a drink. She looked at her glass, eyeballing its contents. She wasnt much for drinking, as she could sometimes lose self control when under the influence, but out of respect, she took a sip.

Two other men had entered the meeting, taking seats around the large table. One smiled at her, and she had to stifle a small giggle. Men! She looked back across the table to the same man that antagonized her, and remained silent as he mocked her. Who was he to judge her when he didnt even know her? She was about to rebuke when another figure entered the room, standing behind him. He, the obvious leader Rikken, began the meeting. It was short, and he merely touched a few points; a spy in the order, meeting at the towns edge, and getting armor and weapons.

Just as the meeting came to a close, one of the men rose from his seet and left, but not before he winked at Shay. He wasnt much of a social person, and he jumped at the first chance to get out of the meeting. Shay was going to stick around for a bit, maybe get to know some of them, but the room was settled with an akward silence.

"Well," She started as she got up out of her chair,"I'm heading to the armoury, if any of you want to come with." She looked over at the remaining group of people as she stood in the doorway, and waited for a few moments to see if she had any takers.

 

[Jack London]

Lloyd simply nodded in reply to Taryn's greeting, as he took his drink and drank a bit of it. He had been known to be the less social type, Taryn knew that much, but it didn't bother him so much. He had met several of his type. Taking a seat, Taryn began to drink what was offered as well, like the others, taking only so much. It had never been in his best interest to be unaware of his own actions; he preferred to be in control of his own mind.

A cute giggle had resonated from Shay and Taryn's eyes rose slowly and took a quick glance to see why. He figured it was directed toward him for his earlier recognition of her. Although he didn't entirely mean to make it that noticable, it had always warmed him to amuse another woman. He had somewhat of a soft spot for them, to say the least, and it also served as a sort of weakness. If it ever came to combat, he could never harm a female. He was simply incapable.

Another one of the quieter ones could be seen at the corner of his eye, getting up and moving toward Shay. Taryn didn't know of his name, for some reason, although he felt as though he had seen him before. The man bought her a drink and began speaking to her in a harsh tone, with equally harsh words. It seemed as though the man didn't agree with the fact that a woman was amongst their ranks. Perhaps assuming that she lacked the ability to do most tasks at hand. It was ignorance such as this that somewhat annoyed the young man, but he didn't open his mouth to object, although he did feel the need to defend her.

At first, she ignored most of what he said, but when it seemed as though she wanted to retaliate Rikken arrived with their news. After he had smacked a file hard against the table, he explained the situation.

"Now, as I said to you previously, James..."

Ah, James.

Taryn thought as the name of the man was revealed to him. Rikken went on to talk about a spy who left their ranks to another source, and that they needed to storm a nearby camp in order to find out where he was. They were to go to the armoury for new weaponry and such, and then meet at the edge of town afterward. The minute all orders were full elaborated on, Lloyd made his departure, without a word. He was hoping this man didn't intend on attempting everything by himself. It seemed as though it would end up as such.

With no inquiries of the task at hand, the meeting grew quiet, before Shay broke the ice.

"Well, I'm heading to the amoury, if any of you want to come with." She said, walking over to the doorway and waiting to see if any would do so.

"I'd love to." Taryn replied almost immediately, getting up and walking over to where she stood, with a soft smile.

"I think I've heard a tad about you," Taryn began, "The Siren, was it? What got you that kind of a name?" he inquired, just wanting to get some small talk going. He walked over to the elevator and waited for it to open, gesturing to her as it did so.

"After you."

 

[Artemis]

"After you." Taryn said, pointing at the open elevator door. "Thanks." She replied to him as she passed by him, and strode into the elevator. He sure was a gentlemen, much nicer than that James punk. What a sexist! She waited for Taryn to get in the elevator, then she pushed in the button signifying the basement floor. He had mentioned something about her name Siren and how it befell her, which was an interesting story.

"Well, ever since I was young I had the natural ability to sing, and very well. As I matured, my voice did too. I suppose the name comes from greek mythology, something about seductive women who can sing an equally seducing tune that bends men to their will. I myself am...persuasive, usually able to get people to do what I want, especially men." She added with a slight grin. On many occasions, she was able to weasel her way into a mans thoughts, making him like her little puppet. She knew she was gifted with good looks, but she never used them against somebody unless it was needed.

Accepting your looks and using them to your benefit is one thing, being conceited is another. Taryn was interesting, and she wanted to keep a conversation going. "Well, you know my names origin. What about yours, Tank?" She asked as the elevator beeped in signal to their arrival at the armoury.

 

[Akans]

Jayin had slipped into the room quietly before the meeting started, and sat in one of the chairs in the back as the meeting progressed. Spy - James - Armoury - whatever. Not much information, short and simple. The only part which caught his interest was the armoury. He liked checking out different types of weapons. Of course, his own weapon always felt the best in his hands. But that was to be expected.

His mind drifted back as the meeting concluded. One man, Lloyd was it? He left early. To who knows where. Not his problem. Two more, Shay and Taryn, left together as well. Jayin decided to stay in the room until James and Rikken left as well. Follow the leader and you won't screw yourself over.

He yawned and scratched his black hair. No one had noticed him so far, and the few that had looked at him didn't seem to register his prescence. Good. He hadn't lost his touch.
Jayin looked over to Rikken, their leader, and waited for further orders. Hopefully soon. It was getting boring just sitting here.

OOC: Ahh... late come-in.

 

[Noir]

He yawned again rubbing his eyes. He was still tired. He kicked the door open and walked inside, slumping down on a chair. He lay on it and crossed his arms . "What did I miss?" he said, pulling down the mask to reveal a grin.

 

[Wozza Black]

Wozza heard a small alarm clock sound eminate from his bed-side. He imagined that he was home again, he liked it at home, it was warm, cheerfull and welcoming. However, Wzza did not wake up at home, he awoke to the stench of mud, and the cold damp feel that any site of war could and does bring.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, trying to open them. Coughing slightly Wozza reached for a cigerette, however they were too far from reach, but one landed in his hand. 'Hmmm' he thought, noticing the slight increase in pleasure that he ained as he lit the smoke and took a long drag. After taking a couple of drags, Wozza looked at his clock and noticed the time, "Shit!" he said grabbing his bue t-shirt and a cloak to stop the cold.

He ran towards what appeared to be a breifing room. Opening the door Wozza grunted an acknowledgment of the other members of the party except Rikken, whom he spoke, "My apologies for my tardiness." with a high distinction of character and a glare, having personal history with Rikken.

 

[sephiroth2]

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Standing beside the doorway led outside the meeting room, Sleif watched as each and every one of the people walked in, sat down, talked about the meeting.
As Rikken came in and began the meeting properly, no one seemed to even register his presence, as the meeting finally concluded.

Before anyone had a chance to get up and leave, Sleif was already outside the room, and was half way to the armoury before anyone even left the briefing room.
Deciding not to go rushing through the armoury before anyone, Sleif simply laid his back against the wall just on the inside of the room, awaiting for everyone else to arrive.

After a few minutes, Sleif could hear the sound of the elevator coming down, before the first person arrived into the armoury, and began to look around at the many weapons.
Another few minutes later, Sleif could hear the elevator again, along with the sound of voices talking to each other.

"Congrats, you're the first one here!" Sleif said the man who arrived a minute ago, not standing up from the wall as he said it.

 

[Artemis]

Shay stepped out of the elevator, Taryn right behind her. The armoury was very dim, and had a musty smell to it. She was instantly able to recognize Lloyd, the one who had left the meeting immediately. Another man, "Oh goody, more men!" she whispered, was leaning casually against one of the walls. Shelves overflowing with weapons and armor lined the room, making it a bit crowded. The two men had been polite and waited for other members, so the stock was stilll full.

"Hey guys, thanks for waiting. I'm Shay." She said to the group as she strode past them towards a barren spot of wall. She leaned up against it, one leg down on the ground as a kick stand, the other bent at the knee and posistioned on the wall for leverage. She pulled her mini skirt down a tad, for it was too revealing for her as she leaned on the wall, then sighed and looked at the trio of men. It was going to be hard to fit into this organization, especially since she was a girl.

She folded her arms and took out her cell phone. Hardly anybody called her on it, but she kept it with her anyways. Whoever they were waiting for needed to hurry up.

 

[The Lionheart]

In a small, plain apartment, a man stirred in his bed. He took a glance over to the side of his bed, and spied his clock resting on his nightstand. Three o'clock. Damn.

He felt that alarm clocks were useless, if you had to be woken from sleep, then you weren't well rested. You can't perform at your peak if your body isn't functioning right. He was going to be late, and he knew it.

Oh well.

He hated mission briefings. He thought that they served little purpose.

I guess I have to know who I'm up against. He thought to himself.

Throwing on his favorite attire, jeans and a black t-shirt. He took out his gun and knife, and pulled his sword and sheath from their resting place on the mantle. He decided to get his He decided he might as well go, as he opened the doors and went down to his car. He had to walk a ways to get to the private parking, but it was well worth the price, and the walk. His red ferrari sat waiting for him, begging to be driven. He didn't enjoy living lavishly, but he did like to go fast.

He sped to the briefing room, not for any sensible reason, but because he enjoyed the thrill of the engine humming and the city going past him in a blur.

He made it to the building with no trouble from cops, or even other drivers. Locking his car and raising the hood, he made his way to the briefing room.

When he entered, he glanced over the room, and decided that nothing very interesting had taken place. A man named Zetsumi sat at the head of the table, with Rikken close by. He looked around to see some empty chairs that had been disturbed. A group had gone somewhere, but he couldn't tell where they had gone. Another sat in a chair, but was very well concealed. Must be a stealth fighter.

"The Lone Wolf reporting in. Sorry I'm late. You can brief me about the mission on the way. All I need to know is where I need to meet you guys to depart."

OOC: sorry for the late entry, i didn't realize it had started Dx

 

[Jack London]

"Thanks."

Taryn followed Shay into the elevator after she had entered, the elevator making its way to the armoury upon her command. She explained the reasoning behind her codename, stating the definition of the Siren and her similarities to the concept. He kept his eyes on her as she spoke, her slender throat dancing with every word that was uttered from her mouth. Her green eyes remaining stationary and giving their full attention to the listener. She was quite cute, he had to admit, but he never really made what he was thinking be projected onto the physical world. Although, it was probably self-explanatory.

"I myself am persuasive, usually able to get people to do what I want," Shay told him, adding a moment later, "especially men."

At this, they simultaneously grinned at eachother.

"Well, you know my name's origin. What about yours, Tank?"

Taryn began with a warm smile, "As you probably know, the tank is a military vehicle, designed to protect their soldiers as they stormed fortresses and the like. Its was powerful in both defence and offense, serving as the perfect unit on the front line," he explained, as the elevator opened, revealing the armoury.

"That's me." He ended, with a big smile as he turned to look at her and then at everyone else that was already there. Lloyd was obviously there, along with another, whom he hadn't seen at the conference. He raised an eyebrow slightly at the sudden appearance of this one. How could he have missed him? Shay had polietly introduced herself to the two, before finding a cozy spot along a wall to lean on, without really giving a look at the amoury. Despite her optimistic attitude toward him, he had a strange feeling that perhaps she felt that left out, being the only girl there.

Maybe that Zetsumi kid really got to her.

Taryn watched her go for only a moment, before he stepped toward the wide variety of weaponry and armour, deciding to talk to her again after he looked at everything. He examined one of the fancy looking guns with some-what of a disappointed expression. They weren't terrible, he just didn't like breaking tradition, which was the use of his shotgun. I think I'll just stick with my own stuff... He thought as he looked over at Lloyd, who didn't seem to be interested in any of the stuff. Despite this, he always made it a mission to get those who don't normally talk to, well...talk.

"So, Lloyd, my man! You see anythin' you like?" The young man asked him, with a huge grin on his face.

 

[Faint_Remnant]

Lloyd was interrupted by a man. His name was unknown to him at the time, but it actually appeared as if he was there before him, just waiting to make an entrance. He looked strong willed as the others did, a league of them all.

“Yeah I guess so. I was wondering when someone would break the silence. To be honest, it’s kind of peculiar by my lonesome.”

With that he continued to ponder at the weaponry. He had no interest in choosing any of them, but made it seem that way. That seemed to be the spark of boredom. Randomly checking out things of no interest, just to keep yourself from wondering. As he reached the armor, two more stepped from the elevator. One was the lady he winked at and another robust looking fellow. Waving through his hair he turned his hair away waiting for them to say something to ignite a conversation.

The woman thanked Lloyd and the other waiting there with him. Nodding and giving a slight smirk he watched a warrior by the name of Taryn make his presence known.

“Nothing in particular, maybe a few pieces of armor, just to make it appear as if I have some kind of defense right?”

Intending it to be a joke he only went back to admiring a few pieces that he began to slip into. A small piece that covered the forearms was something that caught his attention. These guards may prove worthy in a sword fight.

“You mind helping me pick out a few more things?”

 

[Rikken Omnious]

OOC: I originally had another name for James. But I have just now got permission to use his character name. James' Name is now Zetsumi. I had originally intended to use his name. Feel free to make changes.

IC: Rikken Stood up without a thought and beckoned Zetsumi to follow him. He followed without a thought. He caught another glance at the girl at the door. The flash of a gold star on his shoulder as he pushed passed her putting a gentle cold hand on her shoulder as he headed forward.

Zetsumi followed Rikken as he walked to the second elevator. "You, know what Rikken?"
"What?" asked Rikken,
"This just might be a very interesting experience, I mean they don't really know what's going on do they?"
"No," answered Rikken looking at the empty elevator that only had himself and Zetsumi in it as they decended.

The sound of elevator doors opened signalled his enterance. "Gentleman, Ladies." he said, Zetsumi was standing behind, giving that same cold, merciless smile that always adorned his appearance, The gold star on his shoulder signifying his subordinance to Rikken. Rikken had a gold eagle on his shoulder, It was obvious to everyone in that room that he was the highest rank. He walked over to the clerk signaling the others to follow.

"Just the standard equipment for everyone thanks." said Rikken
"Oh and pull mine out of that dusty locker, Rikken's as well." requested Zetsumi.
"Sure," said the clerk as he went to aquire the standard uniforms. He returned several minutes later with the right number of uniform. They looked to big to fit any of the group. Rikken just smiled as the uniforms were handed out. His own and Zetsumi's looking much smaller of course, The uniforms were a form fitting suit designed by the company. Rikken put and signalled for everyone to watch. "Now you might not have used these before, these a brand new issue for everyone on operations. Myself and Zetsumi were the test subjects for this that's why ours look smaller than yours." Zetsumi and himself both put the suits on and pressed a red button on the waist. They both breathed in.

The suit contracted fitting both Rikken and Zetsumi's bodies perfectly. Rikken turned around and lifted his long hair so that everyone could see. Two ports like an adaption to a computer were fitted into his neck. He pressed the yellow button underneath the red button. Two small round cables emerged from his waist and joined up to the ports. "This system which is going to be fitted to all of you now," he pointed at two chairs. "Feeds back battlefleid information directly to me and everyone else who is in the system," He let go of his hair and it fell neatly. "Okay everyone get your uniforms on and then move over here to where your cables will get inserted." Instructed Rikken as he waited.