CALCULATE // o, joining

[eggplant18]

//squawk why are you so boring to read and write

Idly, he sat listening while the bells gradually became still. His wait was cut short when Typhoon members made their appearance, confirming his hypothesis on the purpose of the bells. First to stop before him was a griffon. A cyan stare traveled up and down while he took in what he saw. Name, business, and a hobby. Singing was out of the question. Completely disregarding the first inquiry, his bag was set on the ground as a monotonous voice spoke out. "My name is Ska'arq. I'm here to join." A pause. Need they know his other business? Yes- they would likely know of his whereabouts. "I'm looking for somebody, and intel has led me to believe he resides here now. A small brown cat with many scars. He goes by the name of Beck. Do you know if he is here?" Ska'arq ignored the question about his hobbies. He had none, anyway. What benefit would knowing such useless information serve?

While other members came by and introduced themselves, he quietly studied their words and movements. Personalities, rather. Bakugou was on fire, he noted dully. From his somewhat tense and rigid stance, the dragon could tell he seemed to be in pain as well. Surely he would be screaming if it were the flames causing it? No- he must have elemental powers. The idea of powers was still somewhat new to him. Looking into his pain would come later. Ska'arq nodded to him. "Hello."

Next was a... - what was the word? Bubbly. Happy and excitable. - kitten. Linux. "Notebooks," he answered curtly. They did not need to know of their contents. He dragged the bag at his feet closer, and its contents clinked softly. "A few bottles as well. Empty bottles."

When the massive dragon joined the party, he seemed unfazed as his head tipped up to meet his scarred face and eyes. What an odd looking beast. Lucifer Grimm. "Hello, Lucifer." Lucifer's tone and choice of words contradicted his appearance. Interesting.

The yellow cat that next spoke seemed to be of ill temper. He had introduced himself as "officer." A high ranking member, perhaps? Ska'arq met his eyes, momentarily watching him before offering a returned greeting. "Greetings, officer Caesar."

Finally was a piebald cheetah. Not the strangest of the group but he carried an interesting appearance nonetheless. The dragon met his gaze, head tipping softly as the last name was uttered. Marcellus. He hadn't any idea that a cheetah would enjoy swimming. Fascinating. "Hello, Marcellus."

Ska'arq glanced past the group and at the train tracks covered in a thin veil of water. "Am I permitted to join this group?"

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