Welcome to Gaia! ::

Johnstone had to deeply suppress the desire to shout 'I get it!' He too listened with interest, wondering if the briefing would ever take precedence over eating. Not that there was a problem; briefing and eating would be fantastic. On the other hand, conversations like this could wear on, become uninteresting, especially when you didn't have much to say or didn't know what was going on.



Hmm?



Johnstone complied, sending a brief directed pulse in Jenny's direction. She'd be sure to notice it, but its intent was fairly clear; it was a 'what are you?' sort of call.

Moses chuckled.

Let's not engage in WIFOM thinking, Moses. She was confused, we know that.



Which is?



Back up, how do we know she's Resurrected?



We react how?



Right.

Johnstone smiled pleasantly back, still munching on marmalade'd toast. No more mysteries here for him. He knew what everyone was, if not necessarily what the new Resurrected was good at. That was a bad wildcard to have, but he'd find out before it got critical. No questions.

Ele, you are now required to post content here because if I delete it, the posts-per-page gets jacked up.

A door on a wall perpendicular to the entrance to the dorms opened; a seven-foot-tall man who looked like his muscles had muscles walked in, clad in black cargo pants and a loose black tank top. He glanced around with his left eye - the area around his right eye was heavily scarred, and the eye was squeezed shut. "I need the vere- the weregirl's claw equipment. She here?"

Anyone in the Cabal who was in full possession of their mental faculties knew him - if it was not betrayed by his enormous stature, it was given away by his right arm - the forearm was hollow, a brilliant light glowing within it - bars between the metal sections at the beginning and end of the hollow area slowly spun around the luminescent core. The fist, too, was metallic and quite large.

Agent "Skullcracker" Gallagher, the Avatar of a Machine God, who granted that arm - the Colossus - with which he had fought against Coven legend Joe Simpson in Beijing several decades ago. He didn't really look any older than in the records of his appearance then, but his accent seemed to have largely vanished.

Victor turned to look and winced. "Put that away," he muttered, waving a hand at the (to him) brightly glowing arm, the Colossus. "And what are you do here anyway, on this ship? I thought you'd be doing more grand things than asking new recruits for their equipment. And when the Hell are we getting underway, anyway?"

Victor was getting very impatient.

"Hivelings?" Victor said with sudden interest. "Is that what we're doing here? We're gonna squash some bugs?" He rubbed his hands together and the shadows around him rippled ominously in his excitement.

"Oh, and thanks," he added as an afterthought, nodding at Gallagher's arm behind his back.

Victor shrugged. "Wasn't really listening. I'll work on that in the future." He smirked and muttered, "Not."

Anolani left temporarily to get some water. She sat back down beside Rose and played with the water using her left hand (she rested her head on the right hand).

"I'd really like to get more details about our mission. Or have the briefing that we were supposed to have by now." She sounded bored but there was a slight amount of annoyance in her voice.