[B]| [U]Collab between Exodus, Kid Lantern and Lord Wraith[/u] |[/B]

Walking through the base towards the lunchroom Cal grumbled to himself beneath his breath.

"Join the team he said, you'll make friends he said, it'll be good for you he said." As he turned to go into the lunchroom, Cal looked up just in time to stop himself from colliding with another one of his supposed teammates. Perhaps this one would like to throw him against the wall or trip him as well he thought to himself bitterly. That turtle definitely had an attitude problem. 

Beck was looking at his sandwich as he walked down the hall. "I cannot [i]wait[/i] to eat this," he thought to himself. He looked up from the plate, and saw Cal about a foot away from his face.
 "WOOOAAH!" he shouted, half-jumping backwards. His eyes widened in horror as he realized that his misstep threw the sandwich off the plate and into the air behind him. He immediately spun around at the waist and created a small disc of ice sticking up from the ground, upon which the sandwich safely landed. He sighed in relief, holding a hand to his forhead. "That was a close one... Hah, wow." He picked it up, and set in on his own plate before setting the plate down on the mini ice-table. 

"Whoa, sorry there man. Almost didn't see you. I have like a billion things on my mind. Literally." Cal added with a laugh. 

Beck chuckled. "It's fine, man, no worries... Close call though, huh?"

"Quite so," Cal nodded as he turned to look at the small disc of ice. "You must be Frostbite, I'd say 'ice to meet you but that wouldn't be very cool of me now would it." Cal said with a smirk. "No but seriously, I am so sorry for those. It's like a compulsion though, I couldn't help myself. Especially not after dealing with a turtle who backed onto his log the wrong way and a girl who may or may not be having that time of the month, if you know what I mean." Cal said with a laugh. "I'm Cal, out there though," He pointed up, naturally implying the city above the base. "They call me Thrillseeker. My mind works too fast so I get bored easily, took up heroing to keep myself entertained originally." He was of course lying since the death of his mother was the true instigator but no one else needed to know that. 

"Yeah, that's me." Beck mentally rolled his eyes at the puns. "But, uh, most people call me Beck," He pointed down. "Even in here." Despite his friendly expression, he was already starting to assume that Cal had pissed the other two teammates off, and not the other way around. He heard someone approach from the kitchen, and took a bite from the sandwich as he turned to look.

"Sorry I didn't say anything to you or Gabe earlier, been spacing out more since I quit talking to duplicates..." the senior YJ member apologized approaching some of the newer recruits, "..and Shock makes a mean BBQ chicken sandwich. You finding everything you need, Cal?" he asked the new face already having read his file.

"So far so good, moved in and got my room all set up. Lots of nifty tech discarded around here I've been able to work with. Though I must say, feels crowded down here after having a whole city to yourself for nearly seven years." Cal replied as he looked at the team leader who had come out of the lunch room. "And how are we doing today Boss Man?" Cal asked with his trademark smirk.

"Call me Kilian, D, Ditto, anything but Boss Man. 'Boss' means something else entirely on Cargg..." Ditto responded making his #2 duplicate.

"What's up #1?" the duplicate with a conscience asked, "Go see what's up with V, you're the one she likes talking to and she kinda gave me the cold shoulder walking by earlier..."

As the duplicate ran off to find Shock, the original Kilian turned back to his new brothers in arms. 

"Anybody up for some War Room action?" he asked with a green flicker in his eye.

Beck glanced at his sandwich on the table, and took a deep breath. He decided that the training was more important, and if nothing else, he would have something to look forward to later. 
"Yeah, sure." He looked to the sandwich. "Looks like we'll have to catch up later, pal..." Mentioning something about "being right back," he took his plate, sandwich on top, and grabbed the ice-disc by the spike that stuck it onto the ground, and walked into the kitchen. He put his plate into the fridge and tossed the two pieces of ice into the sink before heading back out. "Alright. I'm good."

"I'll grab my stuff and meet you guys down there." Cal replied with a mock bow as he departed for his room.