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 Nitrous’ response remained neutral even as the older woman made the assumption that he wanted to eliminate the circle from his premise, but in reality, all he wanted was to fix it’s deformed, lopsided-ness. This… D clearly had no respect for geometry, and while Nitrous was aware that art could come in various forms and shapes, you needed to have strongly established basics. 

 For a moment his attention turned to the group of purple cronies that moved in behind the man now known as Kacey, and his attention was piqued by this “Data’. Unlike the first man, they still refrained from revealing their identity, but if they were in charge of intel then it made sense. Hackers and computer fiends of all kinds tend to prefer hiding behind an avatar whenever possible. With that out of the way and introductions starting, Nitrous decided to let some other people speak as he stared at the twisted, deranged red circle beneath his feet.

 He was reaching for his own can of paint when D pulled the two guns on him. He paused, only for a moment before Laura came a little closer and appeared to bat him away. Nitrous still kept a neutral response, even if his heartbeat was still racing. “Anonymous”, huh? Actually, the name ‘Dax’ was unique enough that he could probably find something on him if he slipped through some of his more “unique” search engines. Though revealing that man’s identity may end in him actually getting shot. 

 He seemed to cool down a bit as the woman intervened, and Nitrous was slightly grateful for that. Not that there was a way of responding with anything more than a nod. But the moment he pulled the guns away, Nitrous took out his can of red paint and started to fix the circle, fixing the edges of the shape, increasing the thickness, and adding a few smaller, linking circles for added measure. Once that was done, his head popped up, he pushed the can back into his bag, and then glanced around at the rest of the group, though he made no effort to remove his mask.

 [color=lightgreen] “You can refer to me as ‘Nitrous’,” [/color] he said, his tone colder than the concrete they stood upon, [color=lightgreen] “Though I tend to go by N15 as my handle on various Tagger-related pages.” [/color]

 That last bit of information was a little more for the new people that entered the room. He was sure that someone who went by the name of ‘Data’ was probably lurking around on some of the sites set up by some other society-despising types. Nitrous figured that being part of this group was just as dangerous as being without, but perhaps the number of loose cannons was offset by the number of steady triggers. 

 He tilted his head and yawned as his eyes wandered around the circle, though it seemed like his body perked up when he realized all the people that passed.

 [color=lightgreen] “And I’m excited by the art that you’ll bring to this bland city.” [/color] he chuckled.