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	Someone new walked in. Wait, how many Wards [i]were[/i] there supposed to be? It wasn't a question he'd really considered...He hoped not too many more; he wasn't sure he could handle the pressure if the group was too large! At any rate, his almost moon-like eye tracked the newcomer as they made their way into the room proper. He watched as they, too, passively scanned the gathered masses of the Meeting Room, and simply...Took a seat, without a single word uttered. Either there was someone more stressed out here than him (doubtful), or the more likely answer...Whoever that girl was, she was extremely composed, especially, at least from his perspective, given the situation. That was frightful in its own right, and meant that his stare didn't linger much longer than that...Well, beyond taking in their choice of costume. At least there wasn't a cloak! Still, her choice of attire would've probably ended up popping more if the group wasn't so full of dull, lifeless colors...Part of which was his own fault, not that he could control the color of this form. 

	Landon didn't get much time to weigh group aesthetics, though, as [i]another[/i] new face came in. He could feel another spike in his anxiety as more and more Wards emerged, his plumage and fluft growing ever denser in response. Still, what actually caught him off-guard was just how she looked. Er, not to say she looked [i]bad[/i] or anything! No, no! In fact, honestly, he found her costume design to be the most appealing thus far, and it definitely stood out against the dull and dreary tones most of the rest were packing. No, it was just...Past the Capes stuff, the newcomer reminded him a bit of Claire...At least, on sheer face value. This girl was taller, certainly, but they both had thin builds, pale complexions, and blonde hair, though...Yeah, the new girl's hair was a few shades brighter, for certain. Claire's could almost come off as ghostly white in certain lighting.

	Suddenly realizing that he was just peering out at the newcomer this whole time, Landon abruptly broke eye contact. God, if she saw that, she'd totally think he was some creep or something! How would he even begin to explain that?! "Oh, I'm sorry, you look just like my one and only friend in the whole world!" Stupid! He tucked himself deeper, as if trying to collapse in on himself like a black hole, but something wouldn't let him do that. Footsteps. Not just any footsteps...They were approaching. What?! Why?! In a panic, he freed one of his silvery eyes from his self-made prison once more, quivering with tension as he realized the girl from before was the one making her approach. Oh, nononono....She'd totally seen it! He was going to get chewed out, or blackmailed, or...

	Landon had been completely lost in his own headspace by the point that Faith had actually touched down to his location, seated comfortably next to him. Her words were much nicer than he'd been bracing for. That got him out of his shell again, meekly peering out from the darkness of his wings that engulfed his form. He was quietly thankful for his ever-present wings now; they did an excellent job at hiding the worst of his form, and even more importantly, the trembling of his arms and legs. You could hardly tell he [i]was[/i] nervous, if not for his giant, lightly quivering eyes. When she spoke, however, something odd happened...Yet something familiar, because he'd felt something like this before. Even earlier today, as a matter of fact. 
	
	She'd touched his mind. 

	For that moment, the anxiety and terror plaguing him was replaced with a mild confusion, even evident as his eyes blinked a few times, any hint of his prior concern temporarily masked...Not entirely by his own volition, but probably much more than the girl next to him fully grasped. The experience was familiar, yes, but distinct; with Claire, it was like being lulled into a sleep, and feeling your sensibilities numb out, but for this stranger? It felt more like his mind being shoved in a direction it never asked to be. Or, well...Perhaps that was a bit harsh. More accurate to the sensation he felt, it was like a gentle nudge, one that was barely noticeable for him, not just due to the gargantuan task that would be him actually not worrying for once in his miserable life, but from a gained tolerance to these forms of influence. Still, though, what a bizarre coincidence! As if she hadn't seemed similar enough to Claire before...He almost wanted to laugh, but he couldn't muster up such a response in this situation. 

	When Landon watched her practically recoil at the incidental use of her ability, it seemed to gain the opposite reaction she would probably anticipate; slowly, his wings unfurled to his side, freeing his full height as he now sat up straight, towering awkwardly over her as he couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion, his strangely fox-like ears perking up with the motion. Was it really so concerning? She hadn't meant any harm with it, clearly, and it was an accident. Surely she couldn't blame herself for that? He looked on sadly to her for that brief moment, but she bounced back, granting him a name and requesting his in kind. But...Crap! Was Faith her Cape name, or her real one?! It could be either! Sure, it'd be a strange name for a Cape, but aren't they all kind of strange? Oh God, how was he supposed to respond?! If he gave the wrong one, he'd look like a moron! Hidden underneath the gathering of fur and feather, his breathing picked up in pace, his body silently heaving as his anxiety mounted. Eventually he blurted something out. [color=91a3b0]"Muninn! Or Landon! Oh, uh, Muninn's the name when I'm like this, but my real name's Landon!"[/color] 

	Vomiting all of that onto her, he  gave a groan of disgust at himself before he recoiled yet again, revealing his green, scaly arms as his taloned hands clasped the sides of his head in embarrassed agony. Could he have mucked that up any more royally?! Already, his wings were starting to instinctively close in around him once more, as if forming a much-needed sanctuary from his failings. That was, until someone smashed straight into the room. 

	[color=91a3b0]"AHH!"[/color]

	His natural instinct was panic at the abrupt, jarringly loud noise, changing how he held his head from a position of shame to one of defensiveness, his hands clasped tightly over his sensitive ears as the explosion of nerves caused a scattering of his jet-black feathers to shoot off from him like someone smashing open a pillow filled with down, which he'll certainly have time to be embarrassed about after he emerges from his seclusion, as yet again his wings formed up around him, turning Landon back into a ball of pitch-black nothing.