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Korie stumbled a bit behind the still un-introduced men, listening to the alarms go off and staggering as the mercenary strode at a quicker pace than what she was used to. The mercenary commented once on the infirmary's location, then she moved her head to the side a second before the restrained loon could bust her nose with his foot, which put all their attention on carrying him instead of conversing at the moment.

When they made it to the infirmary, she watched the man direct the nurse to put the guy under, and a strip of silk on his forehead was all it took to knock him out. She helped heave him onto the bed and dusted off her glove-covered hands. Then she turned to the mercenary, now introduced as Groundwalker, and she gripped his hand, giving it a quick shake. "Sure, it was no problem. And yes, I'm a rookie here. My name's Korie. Korie Wildman." She glanced at the now sleeping...POW, was it? And, unable to hide her confusion, she asked, slightly embarrassed at how obvious it showed her inexperience, "What's a POW?"

OOC::: Ok, I managed to get the Members list updated early this morning, If your name, or Codename is missing, please tell me. And also, You'll all notice a huge change, and that is that Squads are gone! I've come to decide that they're for the most part, usueless at this point D: Now all you Captains out there don't worry. You still have the power to lead missions, and give out codenames. Now to make the announcment in RP

Also those who are still in the running for Vice Commander, need to have the second form into me by the 15th. Forgot to set a deadline on that, Sorry all.

"Uh..-Ahem- T-Testing, Test!...Good god how do you use this thing." An eerie screech would suddenly be heard through all of the standard communication devices most Members would wear. And for those that needed it to be a silent message, it would scroll across the screen in bright laser green letters. "Er, Attention all Mishap Mercenaries! This is Arc Speaking here, your tempororay Commander until the Commander returns from her um...errand. Uhh...according to her, Squads are now void. She's found that she likes intermingling Members on mission far more than she likes keeping them in squads. Captains will still have the ability to- What does that even say?-A brief shuffling of papers could be heard at this point, and across the screen it'd display the words shuffle shuffle- "Sheesh, Stalker can't write at all. Ern I mean, All Captains will still have the ability to g-geeveeee oh! Give, o-owt, out Codenames and Leeaud, er, lead Missions. Sooo, That's all I guess. Sorry for the interruption. Arc, Over and Out."

Larry and his sisters had an uneventful trip from there to the subway platform. He had calmed down a bit and apologized for his threatening of the cab driver by tipping him double.

Larry followed the twins down the steps to the underground line. When he stepped down onto the platform with his sisters and saw all the Mets fans and Yankees fans waiting for the train, something changed in his gut. Larry was starting to get re-acquainted with his life as a New Yorker and slowly started to feel more at home with his sisters. He leaned against a pillar and casually glanced at the scenery and at his sisters.

He saw them both for a second as they used to be, just a couple of little girls singing the songs on their iPods and laughing. But when his eyes focused and he saw them in their touched-up faces, his heart sank. Larry hardly recognized them in comparison to what they were before becoming "pleasure artists".

Marissa was once the mouthy tomboy and Clarissa the neighborhood cutie. He didn't even remember how they had made such a huge transition. All Larry knew for sure was he had not had much time to support them in person when he joined the "delivery service". It was all so long ago that he had to struggle to get the images in his head.

Someone tapped their hand on Larry's face and brought him back. It was Marissa saying "Larry, the train's hea'." Taking him by the hand, she lead him on board the tightly-packed subway car which to this day made Larry briefly think of what it must be like to be a canned sardine.

But his mind quickly turned back to his sisters as the doors closed and the train got underway. Larry tried to justify saving the conversation for another time, but found that he just couldn't let it go. And Clarissa was just passing in front of him, so Larry figured it was either now or never.

"Uh, look sis, I got something to ask you."

((I just realized, how come I haven't been accepted to the guild?))

((Well, I'm on a mission to recover a sword to defeat a demon lord bent on destroying the Earth. I'm under the Vatican with a Knight Templar to obtain info on said blade. It's a solo mission, though.

Just start off wherever you want.

Also, Snake, thanks for bringing me into the guild.))

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KNY: What does Korie look like? And, are any of the devices around her waist recognizable?

Outai: There are three good ways to enter. One, you could walk in the front door and prance around until someone notices you. Two, you could join in on someone else's story line that you like (ask them for full details on what's going on). Three, you could do your own entry arc about the problems Outai has just getting in the door. Code names are best after your character runs around for a while doing stuff and talking to people.
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"So squads are void, eh?" The new girl asked. Joel was glad for the change of subject. Trying to explain superhuman powers was messy. Somehow, some people managed to miss seeing them until adulthood, and continued to doubt their existence until they were actually fighting an empowered person on a battlefield. It was easier to learn by experience, in his opinion.

"Indeed they are," Joel answered, amused. Hadn't that Arc guy heard of memos and bulletin boards? There were much more effective ways of distributing announcements than an intercom. "Deploying for jobs will be faster now. So, have you received your first mission yet? What is it?"