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Tucked away in the farthest corner from the rest of the people present, Fushou gets started on his paper form. He sets the sheet on the floor, twiddling with his mechanical pencil with his other hand, and thinks on who to add. Of course he would add himself, that was given. Then there was also that girl. If he didn't add her then she'd be mad at him. So he would add her too. After jotting down the girl's name, he just sits on his knees with both hands pressed against the ground, staring down at the paper. Who else was there? He and she would work great together. They were like the same person! But these other people... how could he team up with any of them? They were strangers and very weird. They all stood so close to each other without a care and didn't seem the least bit concerned about the loyalty that any team member they teamed up with had. Fushou reads over his paper again, trying to see if he could change things around so that he could put another person. on the paper it simply reads:

Team #(mark this later?)
1. ...Fus ho u
2. SaySeib....etsu
3. No one...Grim a c e

He frowns, his navy blue eyes drifting up again slowly. Who could he trust? Who could he afford to trust? "No one..." he whispers with tear filled eyes. Again his stare goes blank, as if he'd zoned out. He regains his thoughts and decides that the best thing to do was jot down Grimace's name for the time being. He figured he'd have to meet and greet at some point to know for sure who would be willing to be on his team. After all, Seibetsu was less than pleased that he even thought to jot down her name. He stands up, takes a deep breath, and readies to speak. However, the only thing that happens next is him crouching down and covering his head with his hands. No, no, no, no, NO! He eventually hears the sound of someone calling his name along with the sensation that someone might be intruding on his mind. But that sensation was backed by fear, paranoia, and a little hint of fatigue from the butterflies throwing a rave party in his tummy. Either way, his mind would serve to be one place people would rather just not go. After all, a scary girl was playing around in there.

Fushou, remaining in his position, raising his tiny hand into the air. Normally his hand would be concealed by a cloak too large for him. But he decided not to wear it, as did Grimace. It would draw undesired attention to their already sought out to KILL group. His hand would tremble a tad but he would keep it raised. He had to meet and greet. hopefully she wouldn't come near him and just speak to him from WAY across the room.

Grimace sits in the center of the room with her doujutsu fully active, as always. She notices the motions and actions of those in the room very clearly and even turns her head in the direction of the individual who passes her a sheet of paper. Why should she read a note from some strange guy? Could be a weirdo. Then she catches wind of someone going on about God and how they are one. She wondered if he might actually be a God and be hers. After all, with how messed up her life tended to be, it would make since that she'd have a God like him. Full of himself, caring mainly about spreading the word about him, and loving every minute of people praying through their misery to give him a few pumps to his ego. At least, that's the image he gave off straight away. If it turned out to be different, well, she would stay interested or become less interested based on if his personality got worse or turned out to be pure or some crap. She sighs and decides to unravel her note and read it. What's the worst that could happen, right? Her eyes trail over the request and she simply balls the note up into a ball.

She sits at her desk that held little more than her blank form paper. She had no idea who or what anyone there was. Aside from her potential God who seemed the most willing to blabber on about his interests, goal of accomplishing total and fanatic world domination, and how favorably or unfavorably he liked long walks on the beach. So how would she go about gaining such intel? Grimace suddenly stands in the center of the room and knocks her chair backwards from the force. She stares forward with a look of determination... or constipation. Either way, it was a look of something. She eyes those around her before turning completely around. She looks at each person and takes in their appearance, how they carry them self, and if they seemed to be standing closer to one individual as opposed to another. She soon matching names to faces the best she can before she snatches up her paper with one hand that seems to be covered by a plain white glove. "Asuka Sinobi... you sent me this note, correct? What kind of a request is this anyway? If you really want to have me on your team then it's going to take more than this, Sinobi." This time she said Sinobi she was referring to his clan as she presumed it was.

She extends one foot outward, it surprisingly bare, from beneath her puffy black and red dress. She seems to stand in a post that hinted she wanted something to be done involving her foot. What did she want from him? "A small peck will do, if you will. It would mean a great deal if you would do so with your head still on your shoulders after your fun with 'God'." She leans her upper body forward a bit in order to have a good view herself of this man kissing her foot should he decide to do so. The foot was open to any who wished to kiss it as well, it was exclusive just to the Sinobi man. However, it would mean little unless she addressed them or they addressed her regarding it. Why would she do something so downright degrading and arrogant? Not the best way to make friends; but her eviler side cared very little about that.

Fushou listens to everything that is going on and seems to grow even more panicked. Grimace was acting like someone of higher standing and asking for foot kisses, the guy she asked said mean things, and to top it all off... No wait, that was it. At any rate, things were getting even more heated than they were already. He was afraid that he might get trampled over by people like Grimace and the God guy. He didn't want to get trampled and Seibetsu would scold him if he did too. Why couldn't they all just draw straws or something? Either way the Death Swallower would be stuck with strangers and then in the vicinity of other strangers. What's the big difference?

Grimace watches the male a while longer before she grins widely. Well, he wasn't the type to just roll over. He might not be too bad of a partner. That is if she didn't turn him completely off in the process. At the same time, though, she wasn't too happy with how harshly he responded to her. What if it was a custom of her clan or family? It wouldn't be a foul request then, would it? Did he not care about that? "A simple no would have been just as good, Mr. Desperate for Teammates. I was just curious if you were really hard up for teammates or if you were just determined to get things over with here so that we can move right along to the next big thing." She drops her dress roughly and places her hands on either hip. "Very rude, very rude indeed." She notices his determined glance and wants to bother him more. She soon sides against it. It wasn't ride to pick on someone while someone else was. Especially when they seemed to be enjoying themselves to some extent. She would test his character more later. She glides over to her seat and crouches down.

She doesn't touch the chair, and yet it begins raising up until upright again. Who would she bother next? She had no intentions of teaming up with her group mate Fushou Seibetsu, tested out the Sinobi male, and already got a good enough feel of the wrath of God. Some people were chatting and others seemed to be thinking hard on who to team up with. Maybe she'd just wait for someone else to present them self to her with an interest of her joining up with them. She would still survey her surroundings from the comfort of her seat once more. She flicks a strand of hair from her face before affixing herself in her chair and fooling with a golden bell she'd plucked from her hair. "Plenty of other candidates," she muses with a small smile. There certain were, weren't there.

Fushou begins watching this Pillo person carefully. Something about her felt nostalgic and eased the turmoil within his mind and body. He seems to listen closely, even scuttling a tad closer, in order to hear the conversation of Pillo and the girl she'd called out to as well as to him, Rosalia. When Rosalia mentions her already having a team and for Pillo to join her, the boy glances back at his paper that he'd left behind. Even if he included his name and Seibetsu's on the same line as he should, he still wouldn't have room for Pillo and her friends. That meant that if he wanted to partner with Pillo, whom he felt was't as intimidating to go near as the others because of that nostalgic feeling, then he would have to either take Pillo from the girl or somehow get Roslia's friend out of the picture. He couldn't do that though. He didn't have the guts to do it. At most, he could manage running over to Pillo, but after that he'd just start crying and embarrass himself. "Seibetsu..." the boy whispers to himself as he watches the smiles of the two females. He couldn't just keep sitting there. He had to act.

The boy stands, his body trembling, and begins to gently fuss with his hair with one hand. It isn't long before a wide and creepy grin creeps across his face. He raises his head to show eyes bright and staring. The child was no longer Fushou but instead Seibetsu. The girl sways her hips before turning on her heels. She races over to her paper and snatches it up. She quickly erases her and Fushou's name and neatly writes their names together. She then turns on her heels again and skips over to where Pillo and Rosalia are chatting. "I'm Seibetsu... Fushou Seibetsu. You called my name, didn't you?" She shows Pillo her paper, stretching her arms up high to get it as close to the females face as she can.

Team #
1. Seibetsu Fushou
2. Pillo Panya
3. Rosalia Laxzi

"As you can see, it has all three of our names on it. I especially want to team up with Pillo since she reminds me of a special magician I know. But since she wants you to join her, I added your name to my list to appease her and because she seems to be good at picking teammates. Wanna form a group? Huh, huh, huh?" The girl hops up and down as she pulls back down the paper. She stops hopping and scans the room quickly to see what's happening around her as well as to try and spot this other member of Rosalia's. What did he have that she could convince Rosalia that she better possessed? What could she say to convince her that it might be best if Rosalia and her friend didn't team up and decided to join up with Pillo and herself? What would she do if it turned out that Pillo didn't want her? She didn't like rejection but Mother was very important to her since she gave her nice things. She supposed she could try and convince Pillo more before time ran too close to running out and then she'd just jot down her second choice.

Grimace opens her eyes slowly after having been in the middle of a blink and turns to look at the person introducing herself to her. She notices his politeness and can't help but feel obligated to return it. She eases out of her chair as quietly as she can and stands. Her body shifts until she is facing Nita completely before she eases her chair in in the same fashion that she'd picked it up after knocking it down. She gives Nita a side nod and a slight lean forward as if bowing to him. She then returns to rolling her golden bell around between her hands, it not making a single sound let alone a jingle. "Hello Nita Kyota." She pauses to gather her thoughts and think on what she wishes to speak on next. "You ask me to join you as your Taijutsu specializes teammate and request that I aid you in finding a long range member. I am fairly good at close quarters combat, but my nature instructs me to keep a distance from my target for as long as possible. I am well rounded in range so finding a long range member might seem a bit unnecessary... were I to join you, of course." She extends a hand outward slowly as if she were about to brush Nita's cheek, but soon draws it back.

She continues to play with her bell as she smiles at this stranger. She soon clears her throat in order to speak again. "May I ask you three questions in order to aid in my selection? The first is if you can do just as well at pushing people away with your power as you can pulling them inward." That would a valuable asset should they be able to do both. "Do you have any healing or defensive capabilities? I lack medical training and find defenses like barriers and such to be valuable toward to strategizing amidst a battle." She then tosses her bell into the air before catching it in her other hand. "And if you could pick another person to add to your ranks as a final person if I joined your group, who would you choose and why?" With the addition of why to her final question, it was obviously more of a test rather than simple curiosity. What kind of fighter would he choose after she informed him of her ability to fight at all ranges?

And just as she finishes her statement and begins to await Nita to respond, God presents himself to her. She at first found it surprising that he'd approach her after he was done with Asuka. But she soon figured it wasn't outrageous for him to approach her. After all, she did put on quite the show. If he was her God then he was there to get what he wished and then bring down his glorious hammer atop her head. And with a fountain of blood create her head anew in his image; brain and all. He seemed to catch her attention even though she had now begun to consider going against the crowd and aiming for an unlikely team. She wondered if testing him was pointless if she chose to. After all, God's will prevails, right? She turns her body to face Ares slightly. She seems to carefully examine him without shifting her eyes too much before her body turns to face him completely. "Yes, that is my name. Are you referred to as God preferably or is there another name that suits your tastes just as fine?" She eyes his hand before smiling at him. He and she both knew that she would not take his hand straight out.

Whether it took him convincing her to join him or not, Grimace could only be unsure. "Your teammate? You want me to become your teammate?" Grimace asks carefully. His words came off as her becoming his play thing, his tool until she grew dull. She wouldn't agree willingly to that, but was open to the idea of becoming teammates. "How hard would you laugh at me if I said no, stranger? Is it wrong to want to know more about a stranger before teaming up with them, God, or is it laughable in a situation like this?" She soon turns to look between Ares and Nita, wanting to know what they would say to her, or better to each other since they seemed to both be interested in her... for now anyway.