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((OOOooooooh hey, sorry to be a bother, but I may have forgot to mention I am VERY new to forum style role-play. Is it typical to observe a strict posting order and wait for everyone to take their turn to post, or just respond to what is directly relevant to you as soon as you can? I hope that made sense.))

((Thank you for clarifying. That works well for me. Now to sit back and chill.))

Upon seeing the asylum, and furthermore, mounds of unearthed soil, Frauke slowed her pace readying her crossbow. Her dark eyes locked on the figure standing there and she slowly approached with her hand resting on the triggering mechanism.

"...Are you the one known as..." The antlered woman paused, her eyes sliding slowly to the right before continuing with uncertaintly in her tone. "..Stoker?"

Alright, so the woman doesn't have the best memory. Or perhaps it's first mission jitters. Of course, actualy twitching and jittering might not inducive to a good beginning, as her hand is still ready to let a bolt fire until she gets a confirmation.

Damian gave an intense death glare at the zombie that slung an arm over him and gurgled in his ear. It wouldn't help much, considering the guy was already dead. So taking a more simplistic approach, he took the zombie by the arm and smacked on the head with it's own hand. "Keep your hands to yourself. That goes for the rest of you as well!" Damian said sweeping his arm with his pointer finger extended at all the other zombies that joined them.

After insuring that he hadn't destroyed the zombie in his act of retribution Damian turned his attention to the conversation above him, noting Stalkers sudden insanely outburst of laughter. Now it seemed she'd have to find an appropriate codename for two recruits now. Hopefully the other one will be alot simpler to name.

"Aye, you got that right." Xinrie beamed at her as she folded her arms together. Not a native tongue speaker? Xinrie would have to be on her best behavior tonight then...After all Commander Ry Ry had told her to play nice. "So!" She said, clapping her hands and rubbing them together. "Rookie Uno! I'm going to have to let my dead fiends down for a bit. Just so you know, it's a bit to difficult keeping them still while I explain this."

With a snap of her fingers, the swaying bodies around Damian would drop back to the floor, jaw going slack once more. With that done, she turned back to the woman, still grinning. "We're here to take a couple of loony twin girls and dump em back in to the crazy room since the worker's here can't. Basically, They have these insane abilities...telekinesis, telepathy...uh and many more I really can't pronounce. Anyway, the thing is..." Her voice dropped an octave as she suddenly wore a serious expression. "They are only children but deadly little suckers. I read their files and they've already killed a countless number of Asylum workers. They escaped form their high detention cells during the moving process to the new asylum, set the security system to lock themselves in the building and have been running amok in there ever since."

She paused now, to let that information set in, before adding. "A big sum up: We have to break in there, detain them, and bring them back to the new asylum down the road."

Frauke fell into a sullen silence as the mission was explained. She remained with a neutral expression, showing neither horror, excitement, confusion, nor concern over the rather large task that lay ahead of her. It certainly wasn't the retrieval of a pet out of a tree that had been rumoured to be sluffed off on rookies.

Her eyes shift over to the other rookie, who had been but a distant voice down a hole before. "Chimera or Rookie Num... Numero Uno? I Think Chimera do nicely until otherwise." She takes a moment to digest everything before offering up a nod.

"I see. Capture kildren, er, children. They do murder? It is sad thing. What plan have you to retrieve?"

A hand goes up to her ear as she strokes a pair of small silver hoops.

"You say te-le-path-y?" she sounds out the word carefully. "Mind hearing, yes? These earrings will be helpful. They shield thought from listeners."

"I see...I get to continue using my age old alias then." he said, crossing his arms, comfortable thathe isn't stuck with some codename unbefitting of himself. Turning his gaze towards the other rookies earrings another thought came to mind, though it was interrupted when Stalker had spoken of her plan. Then his thought returned to mind.

"Stalker...I'm not affected by telepathy. Any who have tried have gone insane. So technically, the only one who's defenseless against it would be you." Damian tapped his temple as he added to the point, "There are too many secrets floating around in my memories...can't let some psychic browse my thoughts like some window shopper..."

Stalker nodded to herself as if confirming something. "Alright. It will be worth the experiment then....specially since Im apparently the only loser here who can't block freaky telepathic wave lengths." Tapping the side of her skull, she pointed back to the hole she had made with her thumb.

"Okay, here's how its going to go from here. We'll be entering in through that underground passage. It should take us straight underneath the wall and into the furnace room part of the basement. Power has been cut so it'll be pretty much a blind stumble through the dark. We'll be pausing by the laundromat room and dressing my pretty dead things up in worker uniforms. They will be sent off ahead in a scatter. And hopefully they can pinpoint the locations of the kiddies. Just pray that they aren't together, cause if they are then I have to wing it and find a way to separate them." She stopped now, to look each of her rookies in the eye. Form here on out it was going to get dangerous. "Understood?"