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He had continued to sit in silence with Mort, mind wandering as it often did through countless scenarios, his curiosity at the meaning behind each role that was listed on the board mounting with each passing second. What did each one mean and where would he fit in? He supposed it was just best to hear from Red herself the specifics of what each job would entail, though Medic seemed the most obvious, and was the furthest in his mind from being the appropriate course for himself.

He was no healer, despite having taken Nurse Crickets class. Again he found himself wondering if he should have told Yin what was going on.

Belladonna's arrival had the zomboil sitting up a little, offering her an easy smile despite his nervousness, and a shrug at her joke as his grin widened. Robotic parts just weren't really his thing, though he glanced down to his right hand, at it's darkened by rot and slowly flaking skin. He could picture there perfectly a bone hand just like his own mother possessed, and he had to wonder at the benefits of infusing bone with steel, his eye trailing over towards Mort's mechanical hand and lingering.

And then back to silence. Sophie arrived and his pale eye shot towards her, the muscles of his jaw flexing as he gritted his teeth in disapproval. He did not approve of her being here. She was a first year, and this was likely beyond her range of ability. But then, if she didn't participate, how would she ever learn? How would she ever grow? He had been the very same when he had arrived at Amity, not ever letting a single opportunity to learn pass him by, no matter how dangerous the circumstances. He was in no position to judge, chastise, or otherwise hold her back. He would just have to keep a close eye on her, and try to make sure that they both came out of this safely.

"Ready as I ever am." He answered her with a small smile, and then waited some more, letting himself lapse into yet more silence.

Red began explaining the roles, and he listened with rapt attention. Each team was to have a captain, and he almost too quickly negated himself from offering up for that kind of position. He had found himself a leader too many times already, and it was never a comfortable position for him, nor one that he handled with ease. He was meant to follow, like a soldier. It was what he was good at.

With that decided, it was just a matter of what and where he thought he could be most useful. Healer was immediately discarded. His skills in that area were almost non existent. Infusers seemed interesting, and possibly a safer option then most. He knew it was the type of thing that Yin would likely be okay with him doing, staying back and relatively out of harms way. It was tempting, but with only half of his usual visibility, and his depth perception shot, it really did not seem like the best of choices.

Scrappers had merit, but as soon as he saw the zombie ghoul that he'd had a run in on the horsemen isles with sign up as captain? No, he didn't really want to go there. He supposed it was a chance to get to know her, to understand why she had behaved so aggressively towards himself and his bonded at that time, threatening them both, but today he just wasn't in the mood for more conflict, especially during such a sensitive operation. They needed to all be able to work together, and he didn't know if he could work with her.

That just left grapplers. The zomboil flexed his right hand a few more times, eyes flickering down two it's pale yet mottled and decaying flesh. It may have been rotten, but it was strong. He knew that he could hold on to something, and if he didn't want to let go, he could continue to do so until his arms were torn completely off of his body. He rose to his feet, trying to ignore the odd reunion between Red and Pyre. He remembered the way they had behaved when he had seen through the eyes of Ashly during that trance, had seen their odd relationship as it had been when they were in highschool, Rivals, but obviously friends despite the show. He shuffled over towards the sign up sheet and jotted his name down with the list of grapplers. He recognized the captains name, recognized the student council president just by seeing her around, not from ever having spoken to her. Recognized her enough to know that she was the one, on the islands, who had been consumed by the insanity, and that he had fought to help and take her down, being a part of those that had eventually made her turn to stone. No, he didn't know her, but she had obviously been voted in to student council president for a reason. She was obviously a leader, and he was a good follower. Always had been. And that was all that really mattered, right?

He took a moment, after signing his name, to make his way over towards the purple and tentacled ghoul. His shoulders were slumped and slouched, and he peered at her with one pale eye almost obscured by a mop of white and black hair that he reached up to push out of the way.

"We don't really know each other, but you should know, that I can do my part and I will do it well." He said to her, his tone serious, and honest. "I will do whatever is necessary." He felt like that was enough, because what else could he really say? All he wanted to do was reassure her that he would be a good team member.


Grapplers:

1. Captain: Riley
   
2. Roch
   
3. Pokerus
   
4. Alexander
   

Medics:

1. Captain: Malodore
   
2. Astra
   
3. Sophie
   

Infusers:

1. Captain: Belladonna
   
2. AJ
   
3. Terra
   

Scrappers:

1. Captain: Sammy
   
2. Pyre
   
3. 
   

Her ears twitched at the sound of conversation around her, though she became interested in what she assumed was conversation between the zomboil whom had just shown up and Riley. She assumed because Riley didn't have a mouth and might be doing the mental talking thing. But he was reassuring her that he'd do his part well, so she thought it would be prudent to add her support.

"Don't worry, I intend to put everything I got into this mission as well." Poke said from her seat to the group.

Roch jerked as he was asked to explain insanity--AFTER the guy had already signed up. Inwardly he was slamming his head on the wall. Then he looked at the sheet, glared at Terra, and cursed the idea that snots were even allowed in the room.

Maybe if they had experienced it like the rest of them, they wouldn't be here for a guy they didn't even know--and who'd been a bit off towards the end, in the first place. Then again, if Jericho turned into an insanity dragon, well, he'd already been infected at that point, hadn't he?

He looked at the other guy (Sharra)--the one that had seemed to know the first. "Do you want to know what insanity is?" he asked.

"Yes?" Red asked as the fae approached. There was his word.

"Oi tink oi might come in handy, as a grappler." He murmured softly, staring at Red as if trying to gauge her reaction. "Oi'm not sure if ye have heard of Gancanagh, or tere abilities..." Marosa's fingers dug into his sides as he took a breath. "We kin touch others, make 'em fall in love with us, but it dinnae work on those that are in love, truly in love." Each word he spat out felt like poison to him, and he felt disgusted just mentioning it. Honestly, he was glad there was a failsafe to his natural ability, or else there would be no end to the horrors that a Gancanagh could do.

"Oi dinnae know if Jericho was ever in love, but... oi may be able t'help, if my natural ability kin affect 'im at all. I dinnae even know what dis Insanity is, but if oi had ta guess, oi'd say oi've already dealt with it on an erryday basis." Marosa was now baring his soul, hoping that Red would understand, would see it from his point of view. And a small part of him, hoped against hope, that his hated natural ability would actually be beneficial and help in the long run.