Óscar suddenly straightens up, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists just before exhaling loudly, nodding at the man, turning his head around to look at him [color=00a651][b]"Fucking hell...you're right, this is the Britain army, they are the best!"[/b][/color] he chuckles loudly, a bright smile on his face just before standing up whilst putting his hand on his knee to help himself, putting the other one on the man's shoulder [color=00a651][b]"I sure hope Thor doesn't mess with us on the flight though, he has something for trying to challenge us mortals..."[/b][/color]. The Spaniard seemed slightly more relaxed, still shaking but smiling nonetheless. 

[color=00a651][i]"I'm a Viking..."[/i][/color] he thought, the smile turning onto a smirk as he did [color=00a651][i]"Valhalla only awaits those who dare to defy destiny and the gods, besides, our fate is sealed"[/i][/color] Óscar then sat on the plane seat's again, crossing his arms and looking at the wall in front of him [color=00a651][i]"My death's hour is already set, guess that's why I don't wear armor"[/i][/color]. Meanwhile, he saw the Asian woman glance at him while babbling and pulling his hair, which he was already fixing as all of this happened. His gaze then fixated on Belasý and Izkri, the siblings that were as weird as all hell. The first one not liking powers and all, being an overall douche for the moment [color=00a651][i]"Niñata, I'm sure you'll learn to like our powers..."[/i][/color], her brother wasn't bad anyway, trying to calm her down and being the only good one of the two, at least from Óscar's point of view.

He turned his head, to look at Jean, the Frenchman "Huh, not sure how I feel about him...the French tip well, that's something good at least" he thought, frowning his eyebrows [color=00a651][i]"But what if he knows about the stuff I did back there, maybe he isn't a fan of it..."[/i][/color] these thoughts kept going trough his mind, giving him some time to himself as the previously scared and nervous Spanish male suddenly turned into a quiet and thinking semi-Viking, the beard finally giving him some kind of authority, or at least making him look older and more experienced than everyone in there. [color=00a651][b]"Fuck, no...I don't want to be an ass and pretend I'm a super soldado or some shit like that, hell no..."[/b][/color] he quietly says to himself, pulling his beard and playing with it, raising his head and staring at the parachute locker for the meantime.



[@Korkoa]