[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Listening to the boss list off the abilities of the actors was rather amusing. In essence they had a shapeshifter, an assassin, an invulnerable girl, and, well, little old Chatterbox. He smirked to himself at the thought, wondering what the others thought about his power. Of course, it's not like the Broker knew, or had explained, his power en full. It amused him that either the man had chosen not to release the information, or simply did not know--and given how careful he'd been in concealing the secondary uses of his power...well, it was more than unlikely that the Broker did not know.

Eyes turning as [i]Headhunter[/i] spoke, Chatterbox's head shifted slightly, its alignment diagonal. 'Amusing,' he thought, glancing back at Broker briefly, before he noted the man's response. This was all looking very...rehearsed. Broker, it appeared, had truly thought through everything carefully. 'So we all have a role to play, do we?' he thought, an eyebrow raising slightly. However, there was something else he had noticed during his observations: Hesitation.

While the Broker appeared to be a flawless public speaker he had, twice now, seen slight hesitations in the man at moments in the conversation. This in mind, he pushed his hand against the wall and teetered the chair forwards by shifting his weight, doing it all swift enough that the chair's legs made a harsh and attention getting [i]--smack--[/i] against the floor. His legs uncrossed, he leaned forwards, smile remaining on his lips while he aimed his gaze at Broker. Even with his goggles on, the man ought to know that his attention was aimed towards him, their boss.

Then, with the attention of everyone present, he spoke, [color=#357302][b]"This is all very rehearsed, Mr. Broker. It's curious really. Even the rules. Oddly specific, makes me wonder what you've got in mind for your end game."[/b][/color] The palms of his hands met his knees and he pushed himself onto his feet, tilting his chin up to look down at Broker, before lowering it and walking across the room, his shoes striking the floor just loud enough to be attention getting, but not quite loud enough to get overly obnoxious unless drawn out. [color=#357302][b]"I have to admit, you're a mysterious man. Never heard of you till you contacted me. I figure it's probably the same for the rest of you, yeah?"[/b][/color] He glanced back at the round table where the others had sat before taking a long drink of his coffee, finishing it. It was harsh going down, but hot and a sense of energy and life filled him as it settled in his stomach.

He reached the table where sat the coffee pot and began operating it, starting another brew. He kept an eye on its progress, letting the faint, but noticeable sound of pouring liquid emanate before he turned to the others again, leaning against the counter.

[color=#357302][b]"Of course, we've all just met, so I doubt you'd dish on what your plans are. You'd much rather string us along I think. Or are you more [i]gracious[/i] than that?"[/b][/color] His smile spread ever so slightly and as it did the coffee pot reached the fullness that would be required to refill just [i]his[/i] cup. He glanced at it lazily, glanced back at Broker, making eye contact, and then retained it while the pot filled further.

After roughly five seconds he turned his attention to the pot, stopped its brewing, and poured himself a cup, leaving too little in the pot to make another full cup, while he filled his completely before taking a sip. He remained there, leaning on the counter, crossing one foot over the other.

After another sip of coffee he lightly set the cup down, his act largely finished, that was, except another small point, [color=#357302][b]"Of course, don't let my words fool you, I'm glad to be here, it's a sort of recognition you see. I'd imagine it is for each of us. It's sort of like being pulled into the big leagues, even though no one knows us yet, this gives us a chance to [i]truly[/i] be known, to be infamous, rather than to be brief flashes of light that soon die out with the blink of an eye."[/b][/color] He shrugged slightly, [color=#357302][b]"Oh and do excuse me, Broker, I'd just much rather be upfront than act the willing pawn until annoyance [i]brews[/i] only to turn to hostility. I'm [i]sure[/i] you understand."[/b][/color] With that he gave one last smile, before falling to silence whilst sipping his coffee from time to time, his smile much less prominent now--though still there.

It seemed almost never to falter, but that was merely because of the crowd. After all, the curtains had been drawn, so he ought to put on a show.