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A-One held still, patiently, while A-Seven scratched the sign onto his helmet; the man had enthusiasm and energy, you could certainly say that. He did approve of the idea, even if A-Seven's art skill might not be the highest. Displaying a symbol would help individuals feel like part of the group, and would be a visible reminder of their alliance.

When A-Seven stepped away from Z-Four, he moved from his solid stance, walking over to Z-Four. Z-Four's stance had drawn in again, clearly intimidated by the conditional threat; if he couldn't be calmed down, he might not have the confidence to follow along with the group and give what assistance he could. A-One said, "As long as you're willing to help protect other Phoenixes, you'll be protected. A-Seven isn't a bad guy, but he has strong opinions. If you're with us, you're with us." He offered Z-Four his hand.

He chuckled at A-Eight's statement. "A crazy quilt, huh. That works."

Z-Eight's and A-Ten's support of A-Twelve was encouraging. A good sign. "You too," A-One said to her. "You good with all this?"

He was itching to be away from the beach, on the move and out of sight, but this needed to be done first. The group would hold together best if all of them had a common purpose to agree on, and it was his job to be the visible leader, a figure that individuals could turn to to reassure themselves that they were part of something.

Phoenix Squad, huh? He kind of liked it, actually. Over the top, but clear in its symbolism.

"Good," A-One said, and shook Z-Four's hand. Z-Four seemed indecisive and afraid in general; he might do better if given a clear goal. He'd definitely have a better chance of surviving as part of the group, and with other members around him, he might even be able to fight. Still, A-One would keep an eye on Z-Four till he was more certain of the Zeta's capabilities and loyalties. "You're with us and we're with you," he repeated, reinforcing the idea.

A-One grinned under his mask. "Why not?" he said. "Might be pretty funny, actually."

A7 grumbled something under his breath, but absolutely nothing would stop him from listening to A1's orders. He grabbed A9's head, and started carving the symbol up, then did the same for Z4. "Just.. don't let us down. Okay?" He asked both of them earnestly. "When things get serious, don't p***y out. That's all I'm sayin'."

A-Nine paused in her singing to salute A-Seven. "Yes sir!" she said, standing at strict attention and saluting the other man. She then promptly relaxed and grinned at A-Seven, even though he couldn't see it. "Don't be such a worry-fuss. I'll fight. And I'll pay extra attention too, so I know who to fight and stuff." she nodded, the later was much more difficult for her but Nine was determined.

"I won't let you guys down." Eagerly, she lowered her head so A-Seven could better carve the phoenix symbol onto her helmet.

As she waited, Nine looked over at A-One and waved at him, not realizing that her movements were probably making it difficult for A-Seven's carving. "Just lead the way, boss!"

Once A-Eleven had just accepted the fact that A-Ten was not dead and was more or less normal, things in her head calmed down. Not that anything made sense, but dwelling on the strange was going to get her nowhere. A-Eleven was getting really good at just accepting whatever life (was this life?) tossed at her. Thinking about how and why was only going to break her brain.

She decided to take a short break, and sat down in the sand, watching the others. They had a decent sized group, and everyone seemed to agree--watch out for each other and try to make it as a team. A-Eleven found the thought comforting. A team. A real team, one that will stay together.

"I'm glad to see so many of us that are like minded," she was smiling under her mask, "Surviving alone would be a bit difficult, I think."

She looked off into the fog. A-Eight was right about the fog, it was a bit dense, and might make it difficult to stay together is they didn't stay close to each other.

"Hey... Did anyone happen to take a good look at that map that was in the tent? Ya know, so we have an idea of what's out there?" She gestured at the fog. That map had to have been of the island, right?

A-One frowned uneasily. A-Eight's jokes rang a little hollow to him; the faint creepiness he'd been feeling about the man bothered him. But it didn't strike him as fair, and wouldn't look fair, to turn A-Eight away with no good reason, especially since the man had the bandages -

He turned to Z-Eight, startled by her sudden question. She hadn't struck him as one to respond strongly to things, but even in her calm voice, the accusation was a strong one. "Really," he said. It wasn't a question.

He looked back to A-Eight and studied him briefly. It didn't surprise A-One to hear that A-Eight hadn't assisted anyone but himself. The too-cheerful comments about tying people up, smashing heads in - no, he didn't want A-Eight on their team, given what Z-Eight had seen.

He shook his head. "I'd prefer if you found some other group to team up with," he said to A-Eight, calmly but coldly.