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[color=9e0b0f][i]What in the cyberpunk hell is that thing--!?[/i][/color]

His first thought was to defend Ms. Severa, and Jericho stepped away from his comfortable perch on the wall to yank the unused hair clip from the collar of his Atlas Academy jacket and twirl it betwixt the fingers of his gloved left hand. The clip unfolded itself, layer after layer, until it resembled a thin balisong within his hand; meanwhile, with a practiced kick, a knife went flying from the inside of Jericho's right boot and landed in his other hand, gripped out and away from himself so he could spin around and deliver a quick thrust directly into th--

[color=9e0b0f][i]Beryl is...greeting it?[/i][/color]

She appeared to be familiar with the woman in the [s]Dreddful[/s] dreadful Haven Academy uniform, even though the upper half of her face was disguised behind an askew pair of "smart glasses" that Jericho could have sworn Babs had used as a child. She used to look at stills of elephants and giraffes through the viewfinder or something. It was...

A Discovery Channel product, right?

[color=9e0b0f][i]This is not the time for that.[/i][/color]

Regardless, as she introduced herself with a slight reproachful stare at Jericho, the Atlesian Gold Stripe began to consider that maybe this bizarrely dressed, lazy munchkin (if [i]his[/i] team leader had ever slept until 9 AM, he would have found himself gone from zero-to-defenestrated by a mere kitchen wench in the time it took to cry "sic semper tyrannus") was in fact someone Grat, Bianca, and Beryl were all acquainted with.

That still constituted grounds for stabbing, in his mind, but as a tentative student here at Beacon...

[color=9e0b0f]"I [i]am[/i] a certified Lieutenant and special forces officer,"[/color] Jer huffed grumpily as an aside to Beryl. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm not [i]nice.[/i]"[/color]

He met Vega's eyes - or, at least, tried to through her Cyclops visor.

[color=9e0b0f]"...Hello."[/color]