Unsurprisingly, Munnin was scared out of his skin. Or rather, his feathers. One of them flew out and threatened to hit Grandmaster straight between the eyes of his mask. But it was caught between two of Grandmaster's fingers, which did not move an inch once they had the projectile. Anyone who was paying attention to him might've wondered whether his hands even moved, or if he was simply that fast. Seconds passed before he reacted, turning Munnin's feather over between his fingers while Shattercrash sat down and seemed to take [i]zero[/i] responsibility for her tone deaf entrance. He would've been disappointed, but this was exactly what he expected from her, as were the uneasy reactions to her presence. 

[color=9F7F39]"We'll work on that,"[/color] He said, idly. Was he talking about Keystone drawing a weapon in response? Munnin's nerves? Evie's lack of respect or consideration? Knowing him, it could've been all of the above, or something else entirely. 

Turning his attention back to Keystone, the boy didn't have to finish his sentence for the elder hero to connect the dots. Rather than stone-cold admonishment, Grandmaster took a step to reassure him. [color=9F7F39]"Let's just say you aren't the only one who can perceive flaws, and leave the rest for a later date."[/color] That was all the knowledge Keystone needed to have right now. As a thinker of a more [i]overt[/i] stripe, he couldn't be trusted with certain things at the moment. Grandmaster was a few steps ahead of him, even now.

His comments got... A [i]laugh[/i] out of Shattercrash. He had a bit more bark than the rest of these losers, from her read. [color=ff00c2]"At least someone in this clownhouse has a brain."[/color] Was that her approving of him doubting the PRT? Only time would tell at this rate, if anything could. Evie ignored the glares, the feather bomb, and even Grandmaster's lack of appreciation at her entrance. 

[color=6655ff]"Power dampeners are a little hit-or-miss on if they work. They're hard to find, and harder to apply to one person in particular. I'll ask around, I know a tinker or two who can try and work something out. But I can't promise anything right now,"[/color] Axiom said to Keystone. The same tinker who gave them all their anti-master gear was the first one she'd talk to for shutting off Keystone's power when he needed.

Nightstalker walked over to the backside of the couch where Richter had fallen asleep, and snapped his fingers. It was [i]loud,[/i] like he had slapped his hands together, to try and wake the boy. 

[color=8882be]"You can sleep later, Richter."[/color] Despite this, Nightstalker looked amused by Richter's dozing off. 

Axiom kept her eye on Tandem and her clones, bouncing around the room repeatedly, staring at everything before settling down. That kid worried her a lot, with the way her cluster turned out, and the fact that her identity was about as open as open secrets could get. Perhaps sensing that some of these kids were keeping quiet because they were uneasy about their new lives, she decided to take over for Grandmaster.

The tinker stepped up to the table, in front of everyone, and removed her helmet. A few of them had seen her without it already, her hair was put up in a very messy bun, and she had a face full of freckles. [color=6655ff]"I can tell some of you kids still aren't sure about this. I want you all to know something, though: That's [i]okay.[/i] You don't have to be so sure about this, because we're gonna be here, right by your side until you're able to stand on your own. One day, you'll have to. When you all hit 18, you'll be Protectorate like us, and the city's gonna have hope because of you."[/color]

[color=6655ff]"But that day isn't gonna be for a long time, alright? For now, you kids only need to worry about getting to know things, how to do them, and not worry about actually [i]doing[/i] them. Whatever happens, we'll be there to help and support you."[/color] She hoped her words were reassuring, and they were genuine. The Protectorate's capes were fully intent on doing whatever had to happen to give the Wards the best possible future. Even [i]Hellstar[/i] was in their corner.

Shattercrash rolled her eyes quietly. She didn't buy the platitudes, and hoped that at least one or two of these "teammates" of hers didn't either. For now, she kept quiet to pay attention.

[color=9F7F39]"You've all been trained for a reason. You'll do well to remember it."[/color]

[color=ff00c2]"Trained to do [i]what[/i] exactly? Feds never gave me anything I didn't already know how to do. What exactly are we all workin' with here?"[/color] Straight to business. Shattercrash was an ass, but she had her reputation for a reason. [color=ff00c2]"What powers do we all have around here?"[/color]