[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Martyr: PRT Headquarters[/h2][/center][/color]
Dean looked at the clock. 3:47. He hadn't expected the meeting to take very long, but even though he had been sitting here for only three minutes, Dean was already bored. No one seemed to want to make small talk, and Dean never carried his phone on him when he had his cape costume on. Damage came easy to Dean. Maybe it was because he wanted it to, maybe it was because the universe wanted it for him, or maybe a little of column A and B at once. Point was, he had nothing to play games on like the Protectorate man sitting on the opposite side of the table.

That was Protean, Dean was told by Sonar, and although the man was wearing no costume, one could assume he was Protean. Every other member of the PRT local team was there. Inkscape, the leader, and also a squid (or octopus, Dean always forgot) in a suit. Noble, a woman who emitted gasses from her pores and could float, was beside him. Beside her, was Decoy and Captain Morales. Decoy was (supposedly) a fat japanese dude who built things that the whole PRT got to use, and Captain Morales, who had the ability to give people confidence. It always made more sense to Dean that a Master be in control of things on a team, but he was beat in seniority, so wallowing in obscurity was bound for now.

Dean looked at Sonar with a questioning and dismissive expression. Although the kid had more hero-ing experience, he was younger than Dean by a two year margin. In fact, Dean was the oldest one in the group, even though Elliot- or Margrave as he preferred, was standing at 17 as well. Or, at least, Dean assumed that. Dean had never actually asked Elliot of his birthday, but he knew the girls of the group were 16 both. When was the time to tell someone your birthday anyways? Around the time of the birthday obviously, but if someone wanted an expensive gift then you might not be able to get it to them, because you wouldn't have enough time to get the funds together. But it would be rude to tell them more than a month in advance. Would someone even need a month's advance to get something expensive though? Unless they had recently spent the cash it was pretty unlikely that-

Dean felt someone tap him on the shoulder. It could have been one of the two people to his side, or Sonar, or maybe he was imagining things, but he still lackadaisically looked up and around the room. Kens was giving everyone a look, and, assuming maybe he could be part of the problem, stopped repetitively rapping his fingers against the table. Moments after that, he began.

It seemed the Wards had a new member on their hands, a girl named Tulpa. Kens made it clear in no uncertain terms that Tulpa was to be kept safe and happy, just like the rest of the team. Sonar and Inkscape even got two very horrible gazes to reassure them that they would be much more than fired if this decision bit him in the ass. With this, two men brought her in. Dean had to admit, the new girl did look good. Though not tall, she was slim, with a bit of curvaceousness to her as well. He allowed himself a slight smile as he stood up.

The adults in the room all gave her some encouragement, as they left, leaving just the Wards, and their leader. Sonar suggested they all get down to business, reforming the team dynamic, but not before he introduced himself. Dean decided he ought to as well. He walked up to the newbie as well, before introducing himself in a similar manner, though no formal handshake. He'd let her decide what to do with his hands.

[color=ed1c24]"Hey. I'm Dean Ryder, also apart of the Wards. Martyr, clone powers guy. Nice to meet you Tulpa. Oh, you can just call me Dean, Like Collin over here. Fearless leader guy. We've also got Messiah, Margrave, and Epsilon on the team. Not sure if you've heard of us though. We just started this team up pretty recently and I took a major break a while back so not many people know of the new me."[/color] Dean lied. It wasn't a full lie, but it was still mostly a lie, which he felt the tiniest twinge of guilt for, before quickly locking it away. [color=ed1c24]"So yeah, meet the team I guess."[/color]