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Rubbing his jaw from where he was slammed into the wall from Anima's attack and wincing, he glanced over to the Captain.

"Void and Hammer? Hm... I don't know. They don't seem to... fit, if you understand what I mean. Got any more suggestions, or do you want me to suggest one?", he said, running his hand through his brown greying hair.

"Oh, and Anima? Strong attacks there. Certainly wouldn't want to get in your bad books.

((Sorry for the absence fellas. Also, you only gave me two code names razz ))

She raised her eyebrows, and her scar stretched taut. "Do what you like. Frankly, I'd rather that you don't tamper with the truth. That's another thing I value, actually. And so, apologies: I'm sorry, honestly, that I hogtied you. That was a bit rash. And I'm sorry that kicking the door shut on you caused you such pain. You did spring up between my legs though, and I've had a rather trying day. Oh, right..." She bent down and picked the laptop up off the floor, dusting it off a bit. After a moment she held it out to Tech. "That isn't what this is about, is it? I stepped on your toes so you pushed me off the slide? I seem to have missed our third birthday..." She sounded disappointed and a little tired. "Anyway, this place is unpleasant and I'm starving. Care to chat over..." She checked her watch; "Dinner, I guess?" The room truly was unpleasant. There were no windows and very dim lights. There was a chair against the far wall, on the arms of which were thick leather straps. Interrogation room 2 was apparently not quite as cushy as the third degree.

Brian laughed.
"Well, captain, if it is ok for a civillian to go out with the higher ranks, then of course, I am buying. By the way, you have been right about the room. I have made a few changes that will perhaps impress you, but let's just see.....
I suggest, to take of the heat of me for dating older ladys, I take the Librarian with me, we declare this an informal training-meeting, and we discuss which wishes the older generation of soldiers has, shall we? Of course, only if you like to. After all, I try to be a gentleman, and let the lady choose the "weapons"..."
He grinned, and offered her his hand, ready to stand up. It was certainly fitting that she had apologised, and she did not have managed to get anything. He was still on the fair side.

"Your lucky your on my squad Kyle. If it were any one else I would assure you they would not get away from me with out at least broken bones and bruised organs. I hate illusions and any other form of magic." Sokato walks around the dojo a bit.

"I'm not afraid of you... Im only afraid of the darkness that lives in my Illusions..." Kyle said, "By the way.... It's good training to survive in there."

Brian grinned.
"Well, Captain, you can rest assured that that will be the least problem."
He grinned, as he saw th Librarian still wearing his glasses. That boy was good....
"Now," he said, and sat down at one of the smaller chairs, which he reached after a bit of hopping, "I think I can safely tell you that nothing out of the Library is responsible for most of the food. Well, to be more precisely, we rearranged some of the proprietary assets given to various sections, and kind of overengineered them. If you like to, we can have a demonstration later on. "
He grinned towards the Lady behind the counter.
"Morning, Ma'am. 2 black expresso, a pack of camels and one of lucky strikes, no filters, 4 strawberry doughnuts, Six snickers, a big gulp cups of Mountain dew, yes, the two liter thingie, and for starters your biggest tuna sandwich available. Librarian, what do yo...."
He saw the Librarian standing behind him, grinning like a maniac. He had placed the gatling-gun on his back, and had deccided to take direct actions.
Brian stared at the loot in his arms. He had not simply bothered to take one or two bananas.... He had taken the whole basket, and the basket of apples, and about a dozen bags of salted peanuts.
He sighed, and rolled his eyes.
"OK, put that too on the tab, ma'am. Now, Captain..."
He turned around and saw the expression of her face. He was not very good with that, but he knew something was wrong..... he deccided the expression ment disgusted.
"What?", he said to her, half giggling, "We still have to grow? never heard the phrase that minors have a healthy appetite? By the way, what do you want?"
He pulled out the Platinum mastercard, and grinned. It was a minor account in america, one he shared with a colleague who was much elder, and who had simply ordered a second card for him.
"No worries, I think the Librarian has missed some strawberrys, and if you like, there is still some salad left.... I really mean that I am paying, so just choose what you want to. "
He grinned at her, and the Librarian tapped his foot impatiently.....

Bishi puts in an application...

Gaian Name: Bishopp
Character Name: Krauser S. Bishopp, calls himself Bishopp
Age: unknown
Apparant Age: 16
Gender: male
Race: Hunger demon.(see other notes)
Occupation: Wandering assasin, merc, fighter for hire. Often does odd jobs to make ends meet.
Bio: Bishopp has been moving on and killing for as long as he could remember, he is rather nice, for a killer. He does not remember much of his past, the whips,, the retraints, he does not want to remember, so if you asked, he'd simply say."I've wandered all my life, nothing more."
Appearence: Bishopp does not seem too intimidating, being only five ft six, with no shirt, and no apparent weaponry. On top of that, he is very pale, with no fur, his gentics are crossed with a Wolf anthro and a human, as well as a parasite. He is alwaqys seeming malnorished, and scars cover his body from the torso up. He has one, very long bushy tail. Long, baggy black cargo pants and steel boots, no shirt. His eyes, the most noticable feature are completely black, and he has fox-like ears, sharp pointed teeth, and two horns from his head, small wings have been developing on his back, part of the DEMON parasite within.His hair is long, blood-red, down to his mid-back, it often hides his eyes.
Personality: Bishopp is very open and outgoing. He is very nice, and tries to be polite, though sometimes he can be nosey.When fighting, he is emotionless when it comes to killing and harming, but he can show remorse at few, special times.
Other Notesishopp is a hybrid. He is a test tube baby. Used as an old genetics project by his "Father" for a personal bodygaurd. He used a parasite he artifically created Known as DEMON, and fused it to Bishopp's spine when he was a fetus. The DEMON has a miond of his own, and caused several mutations, starting with the eyes, then the horns, and then his weapons. These weapons are threads which run from Bishopp's spine through his blood-stream. When needed, this fleshy strings can take on a variety of shapes and sizes ranging from spiked chains, to snakes, to tentacles.(Cause everyone loves tentacles XD). The chains are unaffected by gravity, and burst from Bishopp scars, they must stay attached on one end, or they will dissolve a few minutes later. Control over unattached threads isn severely limited. Bishopp has a problem, he is never full, the parasite, only gives him enough nourishment to live, and uses the rest to grow, he eats everything, toxic or not, acid will not harm his throat though it will harm his skin.He is a hunger demon, first and last. He is a tool of war, and in his eyes, he is nothing else.

"Spahgetti with chicken, if you please," she said with a note of awe in her voice. That kind of stomach space was simply impressive. She'd always had a moderate appetite, and had been in the habit of eating healthy for the past fifteen years. The idea of downing six snickers and a mountain dew put her in mind of severe stomach cramps during training sessions.

The somewhat shocked woman behind the counter took their order and directed them mutely down to the pickup station. It was only as they headed down to claim their food that she reminded them hoarsely to take a tray. Eva took her little plate of pasta and found a large table, designed to seat about six. She figured that three seats would do for the librarian and two for Tech, considering their respective hordes of edibles. She herself sat at the corner of the table and held her plate in her hand as she ate, and old habit of hers.

"You're not smoking those, are you? Ah, never mind. Thanks for the food, by the way. Now, to business. I understand that you've been updating just about everything that has anything to do with technology around here. I've noticed that the internet's gotten much faster and the food's gotten better. I suppose you've been doing something in the Library as well, for which I commend your bravery." She gestured towards the librarian, who was peeling bananas with his feet. "What else are you planning? You're bound to have big plans for a complex as versatile as this. I've been trying to figure out how you managed to light the computer in the Sim room on fire, and all I can think of is that you've hidden a dwarf inside the paneling or you've got really, really small robots. I'm not entirely sure those exist, but I'm pretty sure that it was in a Crichton book...Prey, I think."