[center][h1][color=purple]Onyx[/color]
Genesis, Sanctuary, Pyre.[/h1] [/center]

[color=silver] Onyx walked near the front of the group most of the way, not really saying much but keeping an eye out for trouble, he walked with his arms folded across each-other behind his head, touching the opposite shoulder with his elbows pointed outward, towards the sky. His eyes gleamed as they approached Pyre, observing the heavy defense lining large walls, he squinted slightly, beginning to think up ways that he could infiltrate the extremely secured city, not that he would need to, more of a pass time than anything. [/color]

[color=coral] Once they had entered the city, Onyx began to eye the storefronts hungrily, keeping his eye out for a new blade to add to his collection, when he came to the realization that the blades being sold here were not up to par with what he was looking for, his heart dropped. Though this quickly changed as his stomach began to flutter at the sight of the ability shops, now these most definitely weren't everywhere and there he had been looking for somewhere to blow his money. When Bobby began to wander off, one of the escorts dipped back, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him lightly, notifying him once again of the urgency and lack of time. Bobby groaned, allowing himself to be carted away, though he was quite grumpy in a childish manner, grumbling small things under his breath the whole way there. [/color]


[color=silver] Onyx listened impatiently to the introductions and speeches that were made, raising an eyebrow while simultaneously rolling his eyes at Minx's "threat". His foot tapped in an uneven pattern on the floor, his helmet resting gently in his hand, in a bored show of body language. Once a few of his newly acquainted teammates had said their pieces, he opened his own mouth to speak, letting out a long, low sigh. [color=darkviolet]"Can we just like... Do something already, please?"[/color] He said, letting out a quiet groan all while shifting his right hand to the other side of his helmet, pressing his palms in gently, as if he were pushing his cheeks together like a small child. [/color]

[color=coral] Bobby let his hands slide down his helmet slowly before deciding to speak again. [color=darkviolet] "I don't have any defensive abilities that can benefit the team, sorry." [/color] He said, waving his hand in a dismissing manner, leaving the question of whether he was not giving much more information than that for a purpose or inadvertently. He stood up, stretching out his lanky, muscled limbs covered by his full body suit, before quickly sitting down and returning to his first position, feeling satisfied by his few words. [/color]