"Now that most of you are here, shall we get into introductions?" Boss said, motioning her hands to the group of misfits in the room. There's shared looks amongst one another before it's First Shooter who raises her hand first, a soft smile on her pretty face as she wiggles her fingers.
"I'll go first!" First Shooter said, cheeriness laced in her voice. "I'm First Shooter! My ability is—well—luck, shall I say? I make 99% of the shots I take, and only miss 1%—usually maybe like twice a year? It was once last year, so we'll see! So far I've been pretty lucky-!"
"Okay chatty-cathy. My turn." Killer Brigade waves her off. "Pretty miss thing here tends to over explain things, so pardon her and all that. My names' Killer Brigade. My ability is balance. The amount of damage I take, my babies can give back. Cool shit."
Ashton nods, blinking his eyes and pouting his lips likes he's impressed. There's a soft clearing of the throat that makes Ashton turns his head to Red Genocide, who shakily lifts his hand up.
"I-I'm Red. Red Genocide, for formalities. I…well it's a bit hard to explain, but my ability is 'mask." Red Genoice said, rubbing his neck nervously. "I rather show-."
"No." Mad Dog said, shutting down Red Genocide's offer. As a response, Red Genocide slides down his chair with a sadden look on his face.
"Another time…maybe?" Ashton said, meeting Red Genocide's sad eyes, who perks up to hear Ashton's words. "It sounds cool…?"
"Don't encourage him." Mad Dog said, giving Ashton a pointed look. "Trust me, you don't want that smoke."
"Jeez? Let the kid make a friend, Mad." It's the man from near the doors that casually struts over, pulling out a chair and plopping his butt next to Mad Dog's seat. He gives Mad Dog a pointedly look before lifting his cigarette to his lips, letting out a soft puff of air out his mouth and through his lips. "Let the youngins make friends, huh? Who knew you to be such a hard ass? Friends are healthy."
"Says the man that smokes like three packs of cigs' day." Mad Dog mutters, rolling his eyes and pushing his glasses up his nose. "You're the last person to advise me on health, Vinci."
"Ah, that's not fair..." Vinci waves Mad Dog off, his eyes moving from Mad Dog's face to Ashton's, who he offers a emotionless nod to. "Code names Vinci. I do cool shit with my hands. There-hey!"
Black Butler shoots Vinci a glare as he snatches the cigarette from Vinci's fingers, puts it out on Vinci's painted sleeve, and walks over to the trash can, smacking the trash can open with his heel and throwing the cigarette bud in it.
"Rules." Black Butler said, meeting Vinci's glare head on. "Remember them."
"Whatever." Vinci mutters, waving Black Butler off. "You're just a mutt anyways. Worse than Mad over here."
"Hey!" Mad Dog said, shooting a glare Vinci's way.
Black Butler sighs, rolling his brown eyes, shooting Vinci a soft smile, one that surprises Vinci enough to have him sit up and blink as a reaction.
"A mutt with a bite." Black Butler said. "You should know what it means to receive it, Vinci."
Vinci opens his mouth, shuts it, and looks away, letting out a huff as he rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath.
"Yeah—okay, anyway, to hurry this shit up, we've met, obviously, but I'm Mad Dog." Mad Dog said, meeting eyes with Ashton, who looks up to him in surprise. "I have the ability to summon the devil Berseker, as you witnessed—or maybe you haven't, if you don't remember. Ah, and my ability is freeze—black ice, to be exact. I'm a elemental exorcist like you."
"Ah, wait, you all don't have devils?" Ashton asked. Killer Brigade is the one to react first, coughing heavily enough for First Shooter to pat her back in worry.
"Ah—no. We all just have abilities, you know? Powers—that kind of thing." First Shooter said, gently rubbing Killer Brigade's back as she speaks. "From what we know, so far only Mad Dog and you have a devil inside of you-."
"A what?" It's Vinci who reacts, looking at Ashton with comically big eyes. "Now I definitely made the right meeting. There's another one of you crazy enough to do shit like that?"
"I…the problem is, I don't remember doing well it," Ashton said, averting his eyes to his hands. "So I'm not really sure about me. At all. And-fuck-."
"Hey, you're on our side! That's what matters for now, right?" First Shooter said, a kind smile on her face, one that relaxes Ashton enough for his hunched shoulders to drop. "And—Incinerator, right? It's going to be fun working with you! I assume your also elemental?"
"Uh—from what I remember, I do shit with fire." Ashton said. "So—uh—yeah?"
Killer Brigade snorts, causing First Shooter to hit her on the back—hard.
"Will you quit it-.!" Killer Brigade said, smacking First Shooters hands away from her. She rolls her eyes and lets out a short huff of air, but she nods her head in acknowledgment.
"Whatever she said." Killer Brigade said. "As long as you're not as crazy and as much of an asshole as Mad over here, I could care less."
"Emphasis on the asshole part." Vinci mutters, reaching in his pocket to pull out another cigarette.
"Okay, so I didn't know this meeting was a fucking hate on me fest, but okay!" Mad Dog said, a scowl on his handsome face. "I am not that bad!"
The heavy silence in the room is enough for Mad Dog to flinch, gawking in shock at the group of people in the room. Ashton blinks, opening his mouth to say something, but then he lets out a soft snort, followed by a soft laugh and grin.
"I guess I wasn't wrong after all." Ashton said, shooting Mad Dog a crooked grin, one Mad Dog stares at with wide eyes before he hurriedy turns away, his pale ears flushed red. "You are an asshole."
"Very much is." Killer Brigade said. "Sometimes he's such an asshole that it hurts to say it out loud, but you get it-."
"B-but we love him regardless!" First Shooter said, offering Mad Dog a thumbs up, one Mad Dog rolls his eyes at and looks away.
"What-fucking-ever." Mad Dog said, folding his arms to his chest and averting his gaze.
"While you all get friendly, let me introduce myself as well." Black Butler said, offering Ashton a swift bow, his brown eyes blazed with golden specs.
"I am Code Name, Black Butler," Black Butler said, a soft grin on his handsome face that almost blinds Ashton. "I have been serving the young Boss for years, as I am her right-hand man."
"He's a very great one, might I add." Boss said. Black Bulter blinks, before his face sudden ablazes in red, as he slowly mutters something under his breath and plays with his hands. "The—how many was it before you-? Ah, you're family is a line of the best right hand mans, so that's doesn't matter, does it? I've received the best."
Boss turns to the full table, her hands elegantly in her lap as her eyes focus on the six agents in the room.
"My Name is Boss, and I am the one who will be directing you from this moment forward." Boss said, turning her head to meet eyes with a surprised Ashton. "As of today, you are Code Name: Incinerator, and you will be serving under Co. Welcome to the team, Incinerator."