All hell broke loose in under a minute: velociraptor hugs all around, a rat shrinking and flying under the table, the large one getting scared and jumping out of his seat, the goth chick picked on him, half-assed motivational speeches. It was beyond Akira how Merlovich coalesced such an unstable team even after he revised everyone's profile. Or so he believed.

[i]Unless, he's desperate enough to just wing it[/i], Akira thought as he quietly stood up and pushed his chair back in its former place, [i]but his motivations are not my concern. I need his money to upgrade myself if I will ever have a chance to put Artemis down. Even if it means I have to work with the nut house.[/i]

Now that he was up on his feet, he could see the slight dent he had left on the rather expensive table, as light reflection bend around the depression his forehead left behind. He winced and hissed to show his regret for the damage he had inflicted and rubbed the tip of his metallic finger into the indentation to check the depth; the pack of information that reached his brain still felt highly awkward, since they could yet portray tactile sensations with one hundred percent fidelity. Sure, he felt the shape, but the texture of the table was absent, same with the temperature. He lifted his gaze to Merlovich, but hesitated a second once he could see the already disappointed philanthropist having to deal with a big mess.

"I will pay for its repair with my first wage." The man concluded before he bowed his head only so slightly.

He turned around and headed for his own quarters, deciding to avoid any other social contact for the time being, especially since his apology was mocked by Phaidra. Only a glance was thrown in her direction, which bore no message, no warning, no nothing; he simply acknowledged her words and left. He did have to slalom through a part of the Slight Heroics team, but he made sure not to brush himself against anyone, fearing that the slightest of touches could provoke a possibly mentally unstable individual to do react in an less-than-favorable manner.

[i]With this sort of crowd, I wouldn't be too surprised."[/i]

He slipped past Raptora and Angstbomb as they had a little moment together, but the fey's [url=https://youtu.be/lVQOLX1wDAc?t=1m3s]reaction[/url] just nearly made him crack into laughter there and then. He did his best to keep his composure as he strode down the corridor to reach his quarters, keeping himself far behind from the younger bespectacled girl wearing a messy hairstyle. Once he had discovered his own room, whose door bore a plaque reading his name, Akira took a moment to sit down on the floor and regain his patience after having to deal with the surreal moment from before. Here, it was dark and comforting, a sweet moment of escape from the crazy reality that had happened to him.

[i]Still can't believe I said yes to this, rewards and all.[/i] Akira shook his head and lowered his forehead into his palms again. [i]I need to work alone, lest I'll lose my mind in this insanity soon; and if it isn't enough, I think I'm the only one around that has actually put a man down in his grave.[/i] He bitterly thought, as he rewound the faces of those younger or older than him, who didn't wear the thousand yard stare in their yet traumatized eyes - save for Grunt's gaze, whose absent mind is easily perceivable in his blank stare.

Within the darkness of the room, he could see a weird material slightly reflect the only sliver of light creeping in from a set of blinders. He reached for the window to pull the blinders up, but instead, his fingers seemed to have encountered [i]something[/i] that offered very little resistance against his arm. When he did manage to find the string to pull the blinders, he then saw that he had sunk his fingers through the plasterboard surrounding the window, leaving a nice hole viewing the inner side of the outer wall. Akira could only shake his head and sigh deeply, some stinging pain stemming from the root of his nose still jolting his skull. In contrast, the view from his window offered a formidable vista over the dumpster alley below, whereupon he observed a homeless man drink something from a shoe as they watched a pair of stray cats mating.

"Dodgeville." It was the only thing Akira that he could mutter.

He redirected his attention to the material, concluding that in fact it was a suit of sorts, which seemed to have been tailored to fit his size and proportions. From what he could tell, it was a combat suit composed mainly of carbon nanofiber; the torso piece felt heavy enough for him to suspect something akin to a ballistic plate being shoved inside somewhere, but as he moved the suit through his hands, he soon realized that they were interlinked plates acting much like a piece of medieval armor suit. The arms were also lined with carbon nanofiber, the joints seemed to be connected with a softer material to allow full mobility of the limb; judging by the way the sleeves were constructed, they would perfectly fit his mechanical arms and somewhat enhance their contractile abilities. Same with the lower limb portion of the suit, but the thighs had a little less carbon nanofiber and more of the soft material which, to his surprise, did not utter a single sound as the folds rubbed together to his touch. He whistled in admiration as he continued to inspect it, slowly realizing that it would only be normal for him to be given such a combat suit. After all, he did participate in real combat.

[i]Does that mean he expects me to spearhead assaults? Oh no... am I really the most experienced one here?[/i] He nearly dropped the suit from his grip. 

[i]We're dead.[/i]