[center][h3][color=purple]Revel[/color][/h3][/center]

Honestly, knowing everything made situations in which restraint was necessary [i]such[/i] a bore.  Revel sat lopsided in his chair, getting by in a half-daze of sleep.  With his goggles around his neck, it was obvious he was dozing to any observers, but not as obvious as everything else going on around here.  Forty minutes ago, Revel had been mildly surprised to learn that a group of metas had infiltrated what was undoubtedly one of the most secure locations in the United States and made off with a tool capable of turning a country into a very large boneyard.  Above all else the string-puller wished he could have been there, so that he might have been able to congratulate them firsthand.  Anyone who could pull off such a stunt with such magnificent impunity was worth getting your hooks into, both literally and metaphorically.  Unfortunately that time had passed, and now Revel had to content himself with listening to the other people assembled in the room.

Technically, his power was limited precognition and not omniscience, though, so there were some stimulating things to be found out while he blatantly ignored the man called Crosscut.  Having used nothing but his alias for so long, Revel very easily accepted the paradigm of using codenames.  In particular, like the man whose codename Revel just [i]knew[/i] to be the elementalist, even before he became the first person to introduce himself, Revel found himself looking at the teenagers, the girls in particular.  One of them was a mere seventeen years, a laughable age to be assigned to what amounted to a government hit squad.  Though he hadn't the fortune to have predicted her name, Revel was reminded by one of them of a bamboo shoot, so slender and green was her visage.  To be of anything but cannon-fodder meant to bring vengeful tears to the eyes of her teammates, he reckoned, she would have to possess a very noteworthy power.  Then there was the blonde girl, who looked especially braindead, and failed to impress him whatsoever.

By the time Revel refocused on the people getting up, Alex had gotten up.  “My name is Alexander, but you can call me Alex, especially the ladies,” Revel muttered, rolling his eyes.  His little game was no fun when he couldn't see the stunned reaction on others' faces.  After MicWiz had finished, the string-puller pushed himself out of his chair, saying, “That's my cue then,” and strode to the front.

“I know at least one of you is going to have a chuckle at what I'm wearing, but that's to be expected, really,” he recited boredly, hands behind his back.  He then pointed at the brown-haired sniper Michelle, who seemed about as pleased to be here as he.  “When you get up in a minute to do your intro, try not to step on that water bottle.  It's not got a cap on, and the carpet will get mildew.”  It was tough to resist showing off by saying the words of the person to come after himself, but Revel managed.  Besides, it you predicted too far in advance, he knew that people would change to spite him.  He addressed the rest of the group next.  “My name is Revel.  I am here to redeem myself.  I hope to become familiar to each any everyone one of you, not just as a comrade, but as a friend.”  Revel bowed slightly, smiling, and returned to his seat.