Not far away from the dining table where the nervous ferromancer and young stormboy sat, there stood a man in white robes with a skull mask covering his face. There was not only the long handle of a hammer rising over his shoulders, but the barrel of a miniaturized cannon as well. His head turning slowly as he examined everyone in the room. [i]"Teammates, eh?"[/i] He muttered to himself. [i]"While I do so enjoy working alone, it's best that I do not fight alone..."[/i] Ijo continued as he kept looking around the room.

[i]What are the qualities I should look for in a potential teammate? I cannot discern their true strength just by observing them...nor do I particularly desire to speak with them...[/i] Ijo thought as he made the pistol at his hip levitate up to his hand, before proceeding to examine it. This was out of force of habit, as he felt a sense a sort of comfort in looking over the weapon's craftsmanship. While it may not have been superbly made, and while it certainly had it's flaws, he [i]did[/i] make the weapon himself after all...

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John sat at one of the several other tables in the room, fiddling with a medallion. He wondered what it was, and if it could tell him anything in time. But soon enough he slipped it back into his pocket. [i]Enough of that, I shouldn't worry myself too much.[/i] He thought as he began to look around the room. [color=00aeef]"So...anyone here could be my teammates?[/color] He said, eyeing a few of the more attractive women in the room. [color=00aeef]"Yeah right...like I'd have a chance. Might be worth a shot...but...nah."[/color]

He then pulled out one of his scythes and charged it with electricity, watching as the bolts arced across the gap in the blade.