The [b]Combustion Maven[/b] watched the proceedings of the cafeteria, through his mask. Along with the other [b]Members of the Resistance[/b] he had been brought along on the team for the cosmic being to fight for points. He couldn't be sure who it was, but all intelligence gathered by his other half revealed that he had ties to several of the big bads of the multiverse they were plucked from.

His other half was a String Trapper, and their relationship was unique. Like their great-grandfather, the Combustion Maven and the String Trapper had a severe form of multiple personality disorder. They were born with two personalities, and with the progression of the illness, and the effects of their bloodlines, the personalities gained their own abilities and the skill to separate into two different beings.

So where was the String Trapper known as Nihl? Another fact finding mission. He would arrive at some point, as he always did, to deliver whatever news he found out.

So Terra, the Combustion Maven, sat away from the rest of the members. That was always the plan, he worked better with Nihl anyway.

At the moment, his eyes were on the being eating the copious amounts of food, which had dwindled down to the Turducken, a delicacy probably from the United States, a country on Planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy.

He let his eyes wander for a moment on the hooded and robed fellow that passed on the way to the trio of resistance members. The moment passed and he went back to watching the Turducken eater.

A modern marvel.

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Oh, a wily one. Judging by the sudden appearance and disappearance of energies, this particular Dreamer knew something odd was afoot. Ghoukas had warned him of this eventuality, that the Dreamers were feared here.

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Trent was the first to react to the approaching Dreamer, though the action wasn't taken against him. No, he stopped [b]Worren Xue, the Fire Ninja[/b] from summoning any one of his tools. Begrudgingly, he listened. Trent, after all, was the head of the Resistance.

[color=a0410d][b]"Welcome, er...,"[/b][/color] he drew a blank, didn't know his name.

[color=ed1c24][B]"Skallagrim,"[/b][/color] Worren said, before stalking off and sitting next to the Turducken bandit. His eyes didn't leave the hooded creature.

Old wounds died hard.

Trent nodded, and was flanked by [b]Jet, the Wind[/b], the second in command. There were three others, though he didn't tap any of them. That's why only Jet and Worren came as part of the three man group, and reluctantly, with the two man tandem, [b]Terra and Nihl.[/b]

Trent gestured towards an empty table, and headed towards it - taking a seat on the other side.

[color=a0410d][B]"Judging by the looks you're getting, and the way that other fellow whisked away just before you arrived, I'd say you're a big deal."[/b][/color] 

Trent was a gruff, slightly muscular man - and without fail, always carried a necklace of rods, including a very rare, very highly sought after one. One that could extend even without his abilities. Jet was slightly more lithe, and dressed like one of the cool kids in the kung fu movies. In a vein similar to Trent, Jet wore his weaponry on his person, but more like a belt. A belt of nunchaku.