Reaper Man? Mute? Who were they again? He didn't remember, not remembering made him nervous. As Yruzza racked his brain to figure out who his team was, he passed the time by feeling the cats unusual man hands. They were clammy, sticky, bloody. Pretty normal hands if you asked him. To those around him, they would find Ramshackle atop the table, touching and feeling an invisible being near his impaled knife. Weird.

Unfortunately, the cats sudden reanimation, scared Yruzza right off the table and onto the floor. In his panic, he managed to grab his knife, releasing the invisible cat. Usually, at this moment, Yruzza would have been frozen with fear, if it weren't for the odd chance that he hit his head in the process of falling. It was a godsend, for at that moment, Yruzza experienced clarity of mind, the veil of instantly no longer clouding his eyes. Yruzza was back.

Getting to his feet, Yruzza reviewed the info that had been presented at the meeting. [color=Crimson]"Mafia's after us, and northeast. . ."[/color] he mumbled as he gazed at his would be teammates. Subterfuge and brute force. He was probably the brute force, or both in fact, he was good at both anyway. [color=Crimson]"How do we get to the 'northeast'?"[/color] he slurred as he fiddled with his knife, the one that used to bloody. The imaginary cat blood was thankfully gone.