With his arms crossed, he didn't bother much with formalities, after everyone had presented themselves. He just stretched himself a bit before responding to the people.
"Christopher Falcon, 35th successor of the Kurenai style of Ninjutsu. And I'm not here to do stealth, as people can see."
He took a quick glance at everyone in the room. The Samurai was the first person he looked at, he had the spirit of the Bushido flowing on his body, and he knew he was being really serious with maintaining the old traditions. "A samurai, just like the warriors of old, such as Souji Okita, Miyamoto Musashi or Minamoto no Yoshitsune. Quite an honor, indeed."
The fish woman that looked like an Undertale/Deltarune OC or something out of the SCP foundation files was very energetic. Still, the girl reminded him of those old Pokémon games, so she wasn't much of a shock - He could be easily nicknaming her as "Darkrai-chan" or something, but he didn't knew much of his partners to make a judgement. Either way, he just greeted her, polite as he was. "Pleasure is mine, Light. Same goes for all of you."
He heard Eve talking about the "no deaths" rule and the names of the gangs. Brujah? Black Dragons? Six Disasters? Corny, but he knew how intimidating things could be. Making sure that there was no corpses around would only add to the excitement of this little task, but acknowledging the participation of the police amidst the gangs was a potential hindrance as he knew very well how much of a hassle that thing can be - he almost had troubles with political parties sanctifying thugs and drug traffickers back then, and wasn't it for the sheer pressure of the crowds nearly rioting during the criminal rate peaks, he'd be in real trouble.
Still, the benefits of the task given at hand far outweighed the dangers, all he had to do was give concussions to Galsias and Poisons and run before the cops, or how it was known in his homeland, "os tiras".
"Christopher Falcon, 35th successor of the Kurenai style of Ninjutsu. And I'm not here to do stealth, as people can see."
He took a quick glance at everyone in the room. The Samurai was the first person he looked at, he had the spirit of the Bushido flowing on his body, and he knew he was being really serious with maintaining the old traditions. "A samurai, just like the warriors of old, such as Souji Okita, Miyamoto Musashi or Minamoto no Yoshitsune. Quite an honor, indeed."
The fish woman that looked like an Undertale/Deltarune OC or something out of the SCP foundation files was very energetic. Still, the girl reminded him of those old Pokémon games, so she wasn't much of a shock - He could be easily nicknaming her as "Darkrai-chan" or something, but he didn't knew much of his partners to make a judgement. Either way, he just greeted her, polite as he was. "Pleasure is mine, Light. Same goes for all of you."
He heard Eve talking about the "no deaths" rule and the names of the gangs. Brujah? Black Dragons? Six Disasters? Corny, but he knew how intimidating things could be. Making sure that there was no corpses around would only add to the excitement of this little task, but acknowledging the participation of the police amidst the gangs was a potential hindrance as he knew very well how much of a hassle that thing can be - he almost had troubles with political parties sanctifying thugs and drug traffickers back then, and wasn't it for the sheer pressure of the crowds nearly rioting during the criminal rate peaks, he'd be in real trouble.
Still, the benefits of the task given at hand far outweighed the dangers, all he had to do was give concussions to Galsias and Poisons and run before the cops, or how it was known in his homeland, "os tiras".