Position Vacant: Soul Reaping - Graveyard Shift | IC/CLOSED

[Imperial Northern States]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan listened to Kenneth as he spoke, waiting for him to finish. Once he was done, he gave himself a moment to think. "Well the obvious choice for a good team would be to have two strikers, an emitter, and a familiar. The strikers would handle close quarters combat with the emitter provides long range support. The familiar would cover the flank and act as the groups tactician." Kegan said rubbing his chin. "Of course you can correct me if my logic was flawed in that statement or if you have any better ideas."

Kegan turned to Thomas, "as far as who I want for the second striker user, id have to say it would be you." He said, pointing out a finger towards Thomas. "Then the familiar would be Renee, and the emitter would be her." He said turning and pointing to Silvia. "While our teamwork would leave much to be desired, I feel that we can overcome that obstacle." Kegan paused for a moment. "Well, it's doubtful that that would happen. These three are unlikely to team up with me after that little training exercise outside." He said, holding his hands up and shrugging his shoulders.

"You mean after you tried to kill me when I was only trying to wound, right?" Turning towards Kegan with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow, before pointing to Renee with.
"And how see set her tiny creature to nibble on us out of anger?" Taking his pointing hand away, "yeah, that suggestion sounds great, put all the angry teens in one team in a small space to kill monsters" smiling widely with eyes wide

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok

"If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead when I slashed your chest. I would have just needed to go a bit deeper." Kegan said before giving Thomas an unsusually wide smile. "Besides, we won't try to fight each other if we have something else to kill. If I can follow the no fighting on the job rule, then I'm sure that you three should have no problem doing it as well." Kegan glared at the ceiling before he continued. "So how about it? Let's get stronger so that our sparring matched can be more fun. One day you may have to face an opponent that is stronger than I am. So if you can't beat me, then how will you beat your opponent then?"

[Imperial Northern States]

Kegan Kruvok

"If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead when I slashed your chest. I would have just needed to go a bit deeper." Kegan said before giving Thomas an unsusually wide smile. "Besides, we won't try to fight each other if we have something else to kill. If I can follow the no fighting on the job rule, then I'm sure that you three should have no problem doing it as well." Kegan glared at the ceiling before he continued. "So how about it? Let's get stronger so that our sparring matched can be more fun. One day you may have to face an opponent that is stronger than I am. So if you can't beat me, then how will you beat your opponent then?"

Thomas' face falls solemn. "I already have" sounding forlorn, "he's so, so much better than you."
His gaze becomes lost, unfocused. "No matter what I tried, no matter what he'd always be faster, smarter, better. No matter how hard I'd train..." his voice trailing off

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan looked over at Thomas, staring at him with his usual cold eyes. "Then get stronger, and don't give me that 'I tried' bs. I know you've tried, if you hadn't then you wouldn't be complaining about it unless you're an idiot." Kegan said in a low, bored sounding tone. "You just have to try harder. I'll be good practice for you and who knows, maybe you'll pick up a fighting style that he can't beat." Kegan said in a much more sincere tone.

He then stood up from his seat and looked at Renee and Silvia. "So how about you two? Are you game?" He asked as he clapped his hands once.

[Imperial--japan]

Valeria continued to stare at the crow that she had summoned through no easy tribulation. It's eyes did wonders at making her feel uneasy, however, it almost felt foolish to assume it would go out of its way to attack her. She wasn't sure why, but this felt so right at the same time. As if reading her thoughts, the crow jumped up briefly and perched itself on her shoulder. Valeria was caught a bit off guard by the sudden show of affection. This was affection right? It had to be. She went and stroked the birds head, it laid still as she did so, as if signaling that this was welcomed. The scholar was hesitant to dismiss her crow. Not that she was starved for companionship or anything, but she could definitely do with more.

"Well, I suppose as long as you don't make a habit of attacking my head, there's no issue with you staying there. Lots of people keep birds after all." Valeria gave her familiar a smile and another stroke of the head. She didn't feel like dismissing her familiar at this moment, and wouldn't unless specifically told she had to.

Now, the only issue that remained was finding a team to partake in. Valeria had yet to have any meaningful interaction with the rest of the employees. Not that she thought herself above these barbaric peons (though perhaps she did, it wasn't something she drifted on), but there were more pressing matters at hand to attend to. Trying to look for someone capable, Valeria spotted Sigmund. Without time to be hesitant, she went forth.

"Ah...excuse me sir?" Valeria waved as though meeting Sigmund for the first time. However, it just occurred to her that he had asked another to team with him. Well, at least it was teams of four right?

"I don't suppose you would care to have me on your team?" She queried politely. No use in making a bad impression with her 'allies'. Regardless of how she really felt about them deep down. The crow on her shoulder tilted its head, as though questioning something, or merely curious at the response.

[WaRtArIa]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan looked over at Thomas, staring at him with his usual cold eyes. "Then get stronger, and don't give me that 'I tried' bs. I know you've tried, if you hadn't then you wouldn't be complaining about it unless you're an idiot." Kegan said in a low, bored sounding tone. "You just have to try harder. I'll be good practice for you and who knows, maybe you'll pick up a fighting style that he can't beat." Kegan said in a much more sincere tone.

He then stood up from his seat and looked at Renee and Silvia. "So how about you two? Are you game?" He asked as he clapped his hands once.

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund was silent during the ordeal, watching with a smirk on his face as the two people tried to sever each other's head. There's always something funny and interesting about watching two people fight like a some rabid dogs. When Kenneth started interfering, Sigmund yawned at the two. "You've heard the old man, shitheads. Stop bickering like girls on their first periods."

Raising his eyebrow at the idea of 'sheating' their scythes, Sigmund raised the twin blades, their blades pointing downward, and jabbed them violently towards his hips in a sheathing motion. The sword and the dagger looked like as if they were coated with a thin layer of fire, before vanishing in a flurry of embers. Satisfied, Sigmund sat again on his chair awhile ago, appreciating the soft leather against his ass. "So the sewers were a real thing huh?" The vision of wielding his blades and killing things seems to elicit a smile from him. 'The money even looks like a bonus.' It's like being rewarded when you throw tantrums or release pent up anger. He then whistled at Renee as he leaned back to the counter. "Hey hag, wanna form a tag team?"

Renee Reyer

Muttering under her breath, Renee was actually holding her heavy-looking familiar, petting it gently on the head. Glancing at the savage-like person, Kegan, Renee sighed. Apparently, he wanted her to be on his own team. Renee weighed her options. If she went with Kegan, then she would be the Only Sane Man, eventually leading her to stress and pain. She would need more coffee badly, leading her to be on her own addiction again. In a time where they would be attacked, the two savages, Thomas and Kegan, would have excellent combat skills. There was no doubt about that, seeing their recent brawl. They do have abhorrent teamwork, however. Those two were lucky they had their regeneration powers, as they would have died otherwise. In fact, it was possible that they would have died, anyways. People don’t heal from death. At least not these people. On the other hand, the other unfortunate idiot who decided to tag along with them would have to face needless suffering. Renee was a kind and moral person, but then again... Fuck no. Whoever else was on their team, if he regretted it, it was his fault for being stupid. Renee glanced at Sigmund. “Sure, douchebag. You seem sane enough."

[Hank J Wimbleton]

Jackson Yenn

Jackson was surprisingly... Totally fine with everything that was happening. Even if all of humanity's beliefs in demons and deities and potentially incomprehensible, multi-universal beings and the existence of parallel dimensions and supernatural phenomena had been proved beyond any point of doubt; likely resulting in the collapse of modern society as religions began to panic over what this all meant, while science unsuccessfully attempted to deduce what sort of purpose these things served, and what kind of origin they seemed to hail from, it was totally fine. He felt sort of... Apathetic? Like this was all just a game, really. Damn modern multi-medium forms of entertainment; taking all the novelty out of the situation.

Now that the first job seemed to be underway, he had to find himself a team. A team, mind you, that wasn't composed of religious nutjobs, desperate unreliable people, and the aforementioned "psychos", in someone else's words. Looking around him, he sighed, and approached the first person he saw (Thomas Setyobudi Peterson), and tapped him on the shoulder; looking at him up and down. He seemed fine. This might work.

[Kazarogkai]

Name: Lawrence Sinclair
Age: 16

I saw the others leave the the place to go and have their little tussle and all I could think was how stupid they were. All this time I had spent trying to get away from crazy motherf*****s like this and now here I am. Surrounded by these bi**** a* ni****. Just my luck. Honestly it seemed to be a cosmic joke of some sort for these types always had a tendency to show up wherever the hell I went. No matter how much I tried I couldn't shake em. Why me? That is the question I've been trying to answer for quite some time. To top it off the employers didnt even seem to care all that much. The lack of even a appreciation or understanding of basic discipline was painful to watch. Sure I admit I use run with a crew of fiends and psychos so I can't say too much without getting my glass house cracked but come on. Uhh white people.

While the house was was jumping and the spectators were gawking I spent my time testing out my weapons, Lowo and Daga. I wanted to see their weight, their balance, how they handled, what stances could I and possibly should do. Though my expertise was more in the hand to hand and making use of improvised weapons I had atleast a basic idea of what to do. With time I suspected I would learn, that or die. Either was a likely circumstance. This wasn't much different from much of the rest of my life. As the judge at my trial said at age 8 "i'd be dead before I turned 18" which to be fair since I had not yet turned of that age was still a very real possibility.

Back to my task I continued on a little waiting till the ruckus had died down before finally are little mob boss looking boss named Kenneth finally had something to say. After lipsyncing about how they should "play along better" he went on to something useful. How to sheathe their weapons which if I thought about it was kinda important. it would look a little crazy for us to be running around town raising hell with medieval weaponry. With the instructions given I tried my hand almost literally trying various different means until I settled on something. I placed my hands and my weapons in a sort of cross like formation and watched as Lowo dematerialized into a cloud of black petals and Daga into white petals which absorbed into my hands creating a brief white light which was gone in a flash.

When that was said and done I went back listening to boss man ken's instructions. "Teams" oh gosh. They wanted us to distribute ourselves into such things. I was a loner by occupation preferring my solitary time. Though yes I could work in a team having to deal with these crazy mofos seemed like more hassle than it was worth. Though yes it was what was instructed I decided to lay back and watch seeing how things played out rather than be proactive. What I knew full well though is who I was staying away from. The duelist and cat lady plus mr. angry fag of course. I figured crazy wasn't something I cared to get involved in so it was best to avoid it. In the meantime I spent my time doing some training trying to figure out my fighting stances and the like. I guess it would be kinda funny to see me in my baggy 3 piece suit training. Heh.

[Finsternia]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan looked over at Thomas, staring at him with his usual cold eyes. "Then get stronger, and don't give me that 'I tried' bs. I know you've tried, if you hadn't then you wouldn't be complaining about it unless you're an idiot." Kegan said in a low, bored sounding tone. "You just have to try harder. I'll be good practice for you and who knows, maybe you'll pick up a fighting style that he can't beat." Kegan said in a much more sincere tone.

He then stood up from his seat and looked at Renee and Silvia. "So how about you two? Are you game?" He asked as he clapped his hands once.

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund was silent during the ordeal, watching with a smirk on his face as the two people tried to sever each other's head. There's always something funny and interesting about watching two people fight like a some rabid dogs. When Kenneth started interfering, Sigmund yawned at the two. "You've heard the old man, shitheads. Stop bickering like girls on their first periods."

Raising his eyebrow at the idea of 'sheating' their scythes, Sigmund raised the twin blades, their blades pointing downward, and jabbed them violently towards his hips in a sheathing motion. The sword and the dagger looked like as if they were coated with a thin layer of fire, before vanishing in a flurry of embers. Satisfied, Sigmund sat again on his chair awhile ago, appreciating the soft leather against his ass. "So the sewers were a real thing huh?" The vision of wielding his blades and killing things seems to elicit a smile from him. 'The money even looks like a bonus.' It's like being rewarded when you throw tantrums or release pent up anger. He then whistled at Renee as he leaned back to the counter. "Hey hag, wanna form a tag team?"

Renee Reyer

Muttering under her breath, Renee was actually holding her heavy-looking familiar, petting it gently on the head. Glancing at the savage-like person, Kegan, Renee sighed. Apparently, he wanted her to be on his own team. Renee weighed her options. If she went with Kegan, then she would be the Only Sane Man, eventually leading her to stress and pain. She would need more coffee badly, leading her to be on her own addiction again. In a time where they would be attacked, the two savages, Thomas and Kegan, would have excellent combat skills. There was no doubt about that, seeing their recent brawl. They do have abhorrent teamwork, however. Those two were lucky they had their regeneration powers, as they would have died otherwise. In fact, it was possible that they would have died, anyways. People don’t heal from death. At least not these people. On the other hand, the other unfortunate idiot who decided to tag along with them would have to face needless suffering. Renee was a kind and moral person, but then again... Fuck no. Whoever else was on their team, if he regretted it, it was his fault for being stupid. Renee glanced at Sigmund. “Sure, douchebag. You seem sane enough."

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund smirked at her as she called him sane and a douchebag. He slowly reached for the pitcher of milk and poured it in his forgotten tea cup. "Now, now, sissy, it is quite a harsh insult to compare me to these shitty little fucks." He rudely jabbed a thumb at Kegan and Thomas as he sipped his milk. "I don't pick fights with random people over random childish reasons. I pick fights with people once I have a good reason."

If ever his words provoked them, Sigmund is already prepared. He's quite a skillfull fighter, his attacks swift, agile, and acts of grace if compared to his other gangmates who are rather brutish. And he already took notes of their fighting style and scythes. "I'm a man of style and a sharp tongue. Not a man who possesses a dull and bloodthirsty mind."

Valeria continued to stare at the crow that she had summoned through no easy tribulation. It's eyes did wonders at making her feel uneasy, however, it almost felt foolish to assume it would go out of its way to attack her. She wasn't sure why, but this felt so right at the same time. As if reading her thoughts, the crow jumped up briefly and perched itself on her shoulder. Valeria was caught a bit off guard by the sudden show of affection. This was affection right? It had to be. She went and stroked the birds head, it laid still as she did so, as if signaling that this was welcomed. The scholar was hesitant to dismiss her crow. Not that she was starved for companionship or anything, but she could definitely do with more.

"Well, I suppose as long as you don't make a habit of attacking my head, there's no issue with you staying there. Lots of people keep birds after all." Valeria gave her familiar a smile and another stroke of the head. She didn't feel like dismissing her familiar at this moment, and wouldn't unless specifically told she had to.

Now, the only issue that remained was finding a team to partake in. Valeria had yet to have any meaningful interaction with the rest of the employees. Not that she thought herself above these barbaric peons (though perhaps she did, it wasn't something she drifted on), but there were more pressing matters at hand to attend to. Trying to look for someone capable, Valeria spotted Sigmund. Without time to be hesitant, she went forth.

"Ah...excuse me sir?" Valeria waved as though meeting Sigmund for the first time. However, it just occurred to her that he had asked another to team with him. Well, at least it was teams of four right?

"I don't suppose you would care to have me on your team?" She queried politely. No use in making a bad impression with her 'allies'. Regardless of how she really felt about them deep down. The crow on her shoulder tilted its head, as though questioning something, or merely curious at the response.

Sigmund took a sip first before turning to the other girl. "My, my, aren't I the ladies' charmer? As long as you won't get in my way, do as you like." His eyes met her familiar's eerie beady eyes, where he felt like as if he's staring at a soulless void of nothingness. He just dismissed the feeling of unease and squinted his eyes. "Well, what will a crow do in a fight? Peck someone's eyes? Or do those things in animes or shows where it will spin like a drill and punch a hole in someone's chest?" For Sigmund, that sounds cool as hell. It's like a woodpecker crossbred into a drill.

[Imperial Northern States]

Thomas stared at Sigmund with a look of insult and fury. "Look mate, Renee's completely right, you're a total douchebag" he flicked a card at him, taken from his coat pocket, "don't try too hard to not get yourself killed" he walked over to reach behind the counter of the diner to search for something strong to drink, before bopping his head back up to look Sigmund in the eyes.
"Say, dick, can you dance?"

[Atlannia]

Thomas stared at Sigmund with a look of insult and fury. "Look mate, Renee's completely right, you're a total douchebag" he flicked a card at him, taken from his coat pocket, "don't try too hard to not get yourself killed" he walked over to reach behind the counter of the diner to search for something strong to drink, before bopping his head back up to look Sigmund in the eyes.
"Say, dick, can you dance?"

Amelia Soleil

"Nice try kid," Amelia commented from her table as a golden metal hand rocketed over from its position orbiting Aten to grab Thomas' wrist, suspending it in midair with surprising force. "Even if we had had a legit liquor license we still wouldn't serve to minors. Especially minors whom we are currently employing," The golden hand released Thomas' and floated in front of his face, forming a thumbs down. It was actually pretty impressive that a hand could manage to look disappointed but not angry. "I really thought I wouldn't have to explicitly say this," said Amelia, raising her voice to address the whole room. "But please don't drink on the job, it dulls your reflexes, impairs your judgement and it doesn't make you any funnier."

Eden Forester

I... actually have to team up with these people thought Eden weakly, glancing around the room. She'd managed to dismiss her follower, who she'd tentatively dubbed Atlas after following Amelia's advice but she hadn't made much progress on the other front, finding a team. Luckily it seemed like crazy was attracting crazy and the more... lively newbies were gravitating towards each other. Eden reasoned if she just laid low for a little longer all of the relatively sane people would be left over and she could join their team. Whereupon we will go fight monsters in a sewer... Yeah there's no way any of us are normal at this point. Eden sighed and rubbed her forehead.

[Finsternia]

Thomas stared at Sigmund with a look of insult and fury. "Look mate, Renee's completely right, you're a total douchebag" he flicked a card at him, taken from his coat pocket, "don't try too hard to not get yourself killed" he walked over to reach behind the counter of the diner to search for something strong to drink, before bopping his head back up to look Sigmund in the eyes.
"Say, dick, can you dance?"

Sigmund Brandt

"Oh, noooo! What will ya do, stab me?" Sigmund snickered as Thomas threw a card at him. He idly played it with his index and middle finger, turning it this way and that and throwing it into the air and catching it with just his fingers. When Thomas asked if he could dance, he then turned sharply from his seat to look at him with a raised eyebrow and confused eyes. "Yes, I can dance. What do ya want? A dance off?" He then dropped the card on the counter as he used his free hand to reach for Thomas' face, his fingertips slightly brushing the other guy's cheek. "Or something else?" He then winked, before bursting into laughter. "Focus on our work, fishbrain. We got some monsters to kill."

[Imperial Northern States]

"You're no fun boss" replied Thomas, pouting and nursing his wrist.

Thomas stared at Sigmund with a look of insult and fury. "Look mate, Renee's completely right, you're a total douchebag" he flicked a card at him, taken from his coat pocket, "don't try too hard to not get yourself killed" he walked over to reach behind the counter of the diner to search for something strong to drink, before bopping his head back up to look Sigmund in the eyes.
"Say, dick, can you dance?"

Sigmund Brandt

"Oh, noooo! What will ya do, stab me?" Sigmund snickered as Thomas threw a card at him. He idly played it with his index and middle finger, turning it this way and that and throwing it into the air and catching it with just his fingers. When Thomas asked if he could dance, he then turned sharply from his seat to look at him with a raised eyebrow and confused eyes. "Yes, I can dance. What do ya want? A dance off?" He then dropped the card on the counter as he used his free hand to reach for Thomas' face, his fingertips slightly brushing the other guy's cheek. "Or something else?" He then winked, before bursting into laughter. "Focus on our work, fishbrain. We got some monsters to kill."

"'Never give a sword to a man who can't dance', Confucius" he smiled, taking a pen out of his pocket before writing down his number on the card, three of clubs if anyone was interested, before pushing it back towards him, "for later, if you're interested" ending with a wink.

[Finsternia]

"You're no fun boss" replied Thomas, pouting and nursing his wrist.

Sigmund Brandt

"Oh, noooo! What will ya do, stab me?" Sigmund snickered as Thomas threw a card at him. He idly played it with his index and middle finger, turning it this way and that and throwing it into the air and catching it with just his fingers. When Thomas asked if he could dance, he then turned sharply from his seat to look at him with a raised eyebrow and confused eyes. "Yes, I can dance. What do ya want? A dance off?" He then dropped the card on the counter as he used his free hand to reach for Thomas' face, his fingertips slightly brushing the other guy's cheek. "Or something else?" He then winked, before bursting into laughter. "Focus on our work, fishbrain. We got some monsters to kill."

"'Never give a sword to a man who can't dance', Confucius" he smiled, taking a pen out of his pocket before writing down his number on the card, three of clubs if anyone was interested, before pushing it back towards him, "for later, if you're interested" ending with a wink.

Sigmund Brandt

Well, that was new. Most of his flirting are mostly just him joking but someone reciprocating it is very rare. And it seems that it's happening. He just stared at the boy's face then slowly towards the three of clubs. He then retrieved the card and placed it inside his suit, before turning to Thomas with predatory eyes. "Beware kid. Playing with lions isn't a good thing." He then arched his fingers into a clawing gesture, slightly purring before laughing in a sincere way. "Since it seems that our little group's at the count of 3, mind to join us?" He said as he winked, his glasses slightly reflecting the diner's dim light.

[Imperial Northern States]

"You're no fun boss" replied Thomas, pouting and nursing his wrist.



"'Never give a sword to a man who can't dance', Confucius" he smiled, taking a pen out of his pocket before writing down his number on the card, three of clubs if anyone was interested, before pushing it back towards him, "for later, if you're interested" ending with a wink.

Sigmund Brandt

Well, that was new. Most of his flirting are mostly just him joking but someone reciprocating it is very rare. And it seems that it's happening. He just stared at the boy's face then slowly towards the three of clubs. He then retrieved the card and placed it inside his suit, before turning to Thomas with predatory eyes. "Beware kid. Playing with lions isn't a good thing." He then arched his fingers into a clawing gesture, slightly purring before laughing in a sincere way. "Since it seems that our little group's at the count of 3, mind to join us?" He said as he winked, his glasses slightly reflecting the diner's dim light.

"Oh, I'd love to" maintaining eye contact with a flirtatious smile, "you look more like a tame kitten from where I'm standing anyway" winking cheekily.
Turning to Kegan, Thomas shrugged, "sorry man, looks like I'm taken here, good luck though"

[Finsternia]

Sigmund Brandt

Well, that was new. Most of his flirting are mostly just him joking but someone reciprocating it is very rare. And it seems that it's happening. He just stared at the boy's face then slowly towards the three of clubs. He then retrieved the card and placed it inside his suit, before turning to Thomas with predatory eyes. "Beware kid. Playing with lions isn't a good thing." He then arched his fingers into a clawing gesture, slightly purring before laughing in a sincere way. "Since it seems that our little group's at the count of 3, mind to join us?" He said as he winked, his glasses slightly reflecting the diner's dim light.

"Oh, I'd love to" maintaining eye contact with a flirtatious smile, "you look more like a tame kitten from where I'm standing anyway" winking cheekily.
Turning to Kegan, Thomas shrugged, "sorry man, looks like I'm taken here, good luck though"

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund reached for Thomas' head and slowly patted him. "You'll need some sleep if you wanna look like you're standing." A giggle escaped his mouth and his hand slowly rested in Thomas' cheek. Never breaking eye contact with Thomas, he then addressed Kegan. "Sorry shithead, your boyfriend's mine."

'Killing things, a possible boyfriend, and money. Can this job even offer more?' He then withdrew his hand to take something inside his suit, which was a business card. He then slowly placed it on Thomas' lips. "Here. Call me if you want anytime, kid."

[Imperial Northern States]

"Oh, I'd love to" maintaining eye contact with a flirtatious smile, "you look more like a tame kitten from where I'm standing anyway" winking cheekily.
Turning to Kegan, Thomas shrugged, "sorry man, looks like I'm taken here, good luck though"

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund reached for Thomas' head and slowly patted him. "You'll need some sleep if you wanna look like you're standing." A giggle escaped his mouth and his hand slowly rested in Thomas' cheek. Never breaking eye contact with Thomas, he then addressed Kegan. "Sorry shithead, your boyfriend's mine."

'Killing things, a possible boyfriend, and money. Can this job even offer more?' He then withdrew his hand to take something inside his suit, which was a business card. He then slowly placed it on Thomas' lips. "Here. Call me if you want anytime, kid."

Still maintaining eye contact, still smiling, "oh, I will" leaning forwards, with a wink, biting the card out of Sigmunds hand, reaching up with his left hand, collecting it and placed it in his pocket.
"Well, that's one team decided handsome" ending with a wink.

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan started laughing after Thomas decided to join the other team. He would jump out of his seat and slowly walk over to Sigmund as he continued to laugh. He got mere inches away, staring Sigmund in the eyes before he would lean in near his ear and whisper. "Listen up you suave fuck face. I don't care if you get your way occasionally, but you better stop trying to piss me off or I'll cut your head off while you're fucking sleeping, and I don't think you'll be getting back up from that." Kegan whispered before be backed off and gave a huge grin. He then proceeded to walk away. "So I suggest you shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself."

Kegan then sat down in his chair and grinned at Sigmund.

[Finsternia]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan started laughing after Thomas decided to join the other team. He would jump out of his seat and slowly walk over to Sigmund as he continued to laugh. He got mere inches away, staring Sigmund in the eyes before he would lean in near his ear and whisper. "Listen up you suave fuck face. I don't care if you get your way occasionally, but you better stop trying to piss me off or I'll cut your head off while you're fucking sleeping, and I don't think you'll be getting back up from that." Kegan whispered before be backed off and gave a huge grin. He then proceeded to walk away. "So I suggest you shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself."

Kegan then sat down in his chair and grinned at Sigmund.

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund got up from his chair and violently yanked Kegan by grasping his face with one hand. "Don't make threats that you cannot fulfill, little shit." He then pushed him abruptly before leaning in until their eyes are practically in front of each other. "I can rip you apart like as if you're wet paper, kid. You're the one who should fuck off." There was a grin on his face, a twisted grin that anticipates violence any moment from now on. "Let's make an agreement, shall we? Get out of my way and I'll get out of yours." He then leaned ever closer until his nose touches Kegan's. "ARSCHLOCH!" He shouted at his face before retreating back to his seat.

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan stared at Sigmund as he walked away. "If you wanted us to stay out of each others way then you shouldn't be talking shit in the first place 'Hundin'." Kegan stood, ready for Sigmund to come at him. "I'd advise that we either settle this now or back the fuck off. Luckily we aren't in a group so we won't have to deal with each other."

Kegan thought for a bit before he said anything else. "You know what? I don't have time to deal with some pompous douche bag like you." Kegan said before he turned to Kenneth. His face turned to a smile when he began to speak. "Boss man, to avoid any damage to your property, I'm going to go home tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." Kegan said in a soft chipper tone. He then proceeded to walk out of the diner towards his apartment.

[Imperial--japan]

Renee Reyer

Muttering under her breath, Renee was actually holding her heavy-looking familiar, petting it gently on the head. Glancing at the savage-like person, Kegan, Renee sighed. Apparently, he wanted her to be on his own team. Renee weighed her options. If she went with Kegan, then she would be the Only Sane Man, eventually leading her to stress and pain. She would need more coffee badly, leading her to be on her own addiction again. In a time where they would be attacked, the two savages, Thomas and Kegan, would have excellent combat skills. There was no doubt about that, seeing their recent brawl. They do have abhorrent teamwork, however. Those two were lucky they had their regeneration powers, as they would have died otherwise. In fact, it was possible that they would have died, anyways. People don’t heal from death. At least not these people. On the other hand, the other unfortunate idiot who decided to tag along with them would have to face needless suffering. Renee was a kind and moral person, but then again... Fuck no. Whoever else was on their team, if he regretted it, it was his fault for being stupid. Renee glanced at Sigmund. “Sure, douchebag. You seem sane enough."

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund smirked at her as she called him sane and a douchebag. He slowly reached for the pitcher of milk and poured it in his forgotten tea cup. "Now, now, sissy, it is quite a harsh insult to compare me to these shitty little fucks." He rudely jabbed a thumb at Kegan and Thomas as he sipped his milk. "I don't pick fights with random people over random childish reasons. I pick fights with people once I have a good reason."

If ever his words provoked them, Sigmund is already prepared. He's quite a skillfull fighter, his attacks swift, agile, and acts of grace if compared to his other gangmates who are rather brutish. And he already took notes of their fighting style and scythes. "I'm a man of style and a sharp tongue. Not a man who possesses a dull and bloodthirsty mind."

Valeria continued to stare at the crow that she had summoned through no easy tribulation. It's eyes did wonders at making her feel uneasy, however, it almost felt foolish to assume it would go out of its way to attack her. She wasn't sure why, but this felt so right at the same time. As if reading her thoughts, the crow jumped up briefly and perched itself on her shoulder. Valeria was caught a bit off guard by the sudden show of affection. This was affection right? It had to be. She went and stroked the birds head, it laid still as she did so, as if signaling that this was welcomed. The scholar was hesitant to dismiss her crow. Not that she was starved for companionship or anything, but she could definitely do with more.

"Well, I suppose as long as you don't make a habit of attacking my head, there's no issue with you staying there. Lots of people keep birds after all." Valeria gave her familiar a smile and another stroke of the head. She didn't feel like dismissing her familiar at this moment, and wouldn't unless specifically told she had to.

Now, the only issue that remained was finding a team to partake in. Valeria had yet to have any meaningful interaction with the rest of the employees. Not that she thought herself above these barbaric peons (though perhaps she did, it wasn't something she drifted on), but there were more pressing matters at hand to attend to. Trying to look for someone capable, Valeria spotted Sigmund. Without time to be hesitant, she went forth.

"Ah...excuse me sir?" Valeria waved as though meeting Sigmund for the first time. However, it just occurred to her that he had asked another to team with him. Well, at least it was teams of four right?

"I don't suppose you would care to have me on your team?" She queried politely. No use in making a bad impression with her 'allies'. Regardless of how she really felt about them deep down. The crow on her shoulder tilted its head, as though questioning something, or merely curious at the response.

Sigmund took a sip first before turning to the other girl. "My, my, aren't I the ladies' charmer? As long as you won't get in my way, do as you like." His eyes met her familiar's eerie beady eyes, where he felt like as if he's staring at a soulless void of nothingness. He just dismissed the feeling of unease and squinted his eyes. "Well, what will a crow do in a fight? Peck someone's eyes? Or do those things in animes or shows where it will spin like a drill and punch a hole in someone's chest?" For Sigmund, that sounds cool as hell. It's like a woodpecker crossbred into a drill.

Valeria Ardenus

Valeria looked questioningly to her familiar when asked about what it's capabilities were. Truly, she didn't know what it's combat capabilities were. Perhaps it was more adept at recon than full out combat? Valeria studied the eyes of the crow hard, as if it was trying to relay something to her.

"So...Augustus." It was the name she had settled on for the crow.

"Are you able to fight?" She queried. There was a little cock of its head to the side.

"CAW!" It spoke, but despite the unintelligible response, Valeria couldn't help but understand.

"Augustus...says he can, I believe he's trying to say something along the lines of 'not to worry about him'." True it was a shot in the dark, but they were all new reapers, they would find out the extent of their capabilities here relatively soon. Valeria looked to Sigmund, who although aggressive, couldn't help but gravitate towards his forward approach to others.

"I hope that'll be sufficient? I do believe Augustus here can hold his own." Valeria performed an informal bow, ready to meet expectations.

"I promise I can carry my weight".

[Atlannia]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan stared at Sigmund as he walked away. "If you wanted us to stay out of each others way then you shouldn't be talking shit in the first place 'Hundin'." Kegan stood, ready for Sigmund to come at him. "I'd advise that we either settle this now or back the fuck off. Luckily we aren't in a group so we won't have to deal with each other."

Kegan thought for a bit before he said anything else. "You know what? I don't have time to deal with some pompous douche bag like you." Kegan said before he turned to Kenneth. His face turned to a smile when he began to speak. "Boss man, to avoid any damage to your property, I'm going to go home tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." Kegan said in a soft chipper tone. He then proceeded to walk out of the diner towards his apartment.

Eden Forester

Ah- he's leaving... Eden noted mutely, resting her face on her hand. Well good riddance right? Crazy number one was out of the picture, maybe the rest of them would settle down as well now. Are they really just gonna let him leave though thought Eden, frowning as she glanced over at the senior reapers. They didn't seem that concerned, the blond lady had dug out her phone again and was tapping away, it actually looked like she was playing a game judging from her fingers.

Eden sighed and pushed herself up from the diner table. What the hell am I doing? she wondered, jogging out of the diner after the boy.

"hey."

"Hey!" she called, shivering slightly and pulling her jacket tighter around her, it had really cooled down outside. "Are you really gonna leave, you're gonna get your butt fired you know..." Eden shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket and looked slightly off to the side. She hadn't really planned out more than this. "Like you already got into a swordfight. It seems kind of pointless to leave now."


Amelia Soleil

Amelia yawned softly and looked up from her phone with a furrowed brow. "Are you guys seriously still picking teams?" she asked with a sigh. "It's not rocket science, this is taking way too long and your adorable senior wants to bash some monster skulls in so: No more posturing, trash talking or fighting. The next person not already in a team who says anything that isn't some variant of 'Howdy freind wanna be partners?' gets to fight me. We clear?"

[North Arkana]

Amelia Soleil

Amelia yawned softly and looked up from her phone with a furrowed brow. "Are you guys seriously still picking teams?" she asked with a sigh. "It's not rocket science, this is taking way too long and your adorable senior wants to bash some monster skulls in so: No more posturing, trash talking or fighting. The next person not already in a team who says anything that isn't some variant of 'Howdy freind wanna be partners?' gets to fight me. We clear?"

Silvia Cole

"Can I just do something alone, above ground preferably, please?" Silvia asks, casting aside glances at her... coworkers. "I'm both more likely to be useful," she says, hefting her sniper rifle, "and less likely to end up murdering one of these morons who can't handle being near one another without either blowing up, or trying to prove their dick is bigger."

Silvia has been standing apart from the others, watching as they squabble, and growing increasingly frustrated with their apparent need to be arguing over something, all the time. If this is how they're going to act, they're liable to get someone killed.

[WaRtArIa]

Renee Reyer

As her obnoxious neighbor, Kegan, was walking out of the diner, Renee sighed in relief. Now that most of the tension had dissipated, Renee felt much better, as there was now a much smaller chance of her going into rage-mode. To be honest, going into rage-mode was embarassing, as no one ever listened to her due to her appearance, and she just looked like she had a temper tantrum. Well, there was nothing she could do about that now.

Yawning, Renee rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt, and looked at her watch. She widened her eyes in shock. It was already 9:30 PM, and the clock was ticking fast. There had been too much time spent here, and to even eat dinner at the proper time, she would have to go home. Rolling her sleeves back into their normal place, Renee briefly addressed the rest of her team. It could be interpreted that she spoke to the rest of her co-workers, even though she didn’t know them very well at all.

Renee sighed as her stomach growled really loudly. All she had today was lousy cocoa, chocolate cereal, and some crackers.

Fuck, she was hungry.

"M-miss Amelia, can I go make s-something in the kitchen? I had...a lot of work today, so I didn't get to eat lunch today...or dinner...yeah. If you g-guys want, I can share..."

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan shoved his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked down the street. It was pretty chilly without his shirt, but it couldn't be helped. He was about to look at the time on his phone when he heard a voice from behind him. He turned around to see one of the young girls from the diner chasing after him. He turned around and said the first cliche thing that poped into his head. "What did you come to confess your love to me or something?" He asked jokingly. He then listened to her talk and watched her body language. Definitely not interested in him, no matter. This was one of those cliche moments from several Animes that he loved to laugh at.

"Listen, I appreciate you coming out here after me, but I don't need to be here for them to choose groups. They can just throw me on whatever group they want, or if no one wants me on their group then I can train with these new powers and learn how to survive. I've done a pretty good job of taking care of myself so far." Kegan said before looking up at the sky. "Besides, I have a friend waiting for me at my apartment. I wasn't expecting to be out this late." As he said this, he felt and heard his phone vibrate in his pocket. He picked it up out of his pocket and looked at the name that poped up. "Well speak of the devil. Hold on, I got to let him know it'll be a bit longer." He said before answering the call.

Kegan put he phone up to his ear and spoke in a tone that he hadn't used all night. "Aye Jason, what's up man?" A mere second later there was a reply, sounding somewhat frantic. "Dude, you didn't tell me you were having someone else over tonight. There's some Emily chick here, she said that she's an old friend of yours." Jason replied in a semi questioning way. "Wait, you didn't let her in did you? Please tell me that psycho isn't in my apartment." Kegan said, the stress showing in his voice. There was a short pause before Jason spoke again. "Y...yea man, she's sitting in the living room." "Damnit! Kick her out! Just tell her that I won't be coming back home tonight since I'm at work." Kegan said as he hung up the phone.

"Fucking shit!" Kegan yelled, trying not to punch anything. "That fucking bitch always finds me, she won't leave me the fuck alone." He continued yelling before holding his head in his hands. He quickly turned to Eden. "Well looks like I'm going to stay here now." Kegan said, his tone and face both showing extreme amounts of anger. If he wasn't careful, he might actually kill someone now.