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	In a weird sense, Landon was almost thankful for the (admittedly very frightening) arrival of Shattercrash, as it made the fact that he recoiled one of his giant wings from the mere touch of Decree a mere footnote on the mountain of other messes that immediately occurred afterwards. A burning sense of shame was starting to eat through him, given that very poor display. What an introduction; crying like a little baby at a loud noise and curling up into a ball. Sadly, though, it was simply instinctual. Hell, the noise was still ringing audibly in his canid ears, leaving his head pounding. Still, there were silver linings...Like the fact that all this built-up stress was actually growing him out a bit more, and with that, more of his lovely noise-cancelling fur and feathers, aiding to shut him out from whatever may be going on outside his bubble. 

	For a time, all Landon could hear was the collage of barely-audible voices from, what he assumed, were his fellow Wards. What snapped him out of it was when Ms. Axiom began to speak up; even when he could only just hear her, he could instantly tell it wasn't one of them, and it was enough to make him barely poke his head out, which...Made it astonishingly obvious. Yes, somehow, Landon had grown since he had last shown that featureless face of his, by at least a few feet. All the piling up tension and anxiety was really getting to him! But as Axiom unmasked herself and tried her best to ease the energy of the room. For Landon, at least, it worked; while a knot certainly grew in his stomach at the comment that, one day, they [i]would[/i] have to stand alone, he took great comfort that those with seniority in both age and experience would be there to protect and guide them, for as long as they could. Just as suddenly as he had seemed to shoot up in size, the others could also visually see him downsize, getting just about to where he was a few minutes ago; perhaps even a smidge smaller. His eyes were definitely on the adults now. 

	...However, embarrassing as it was, there was a brief spike in his activity once more when Grandmaster spoke a single, simple statement. Their training...How [i]could[/i] he forget? Sure, they'd figured out pretty quickly that as far as his actual powerset went, Landon had an astonishingly firm grasp on it, but when they tried to actually make him combat ready? He froze up. Made a fool of himself. He...He was scared. He was terrible at confrontations, and a fight was that and so, [i]so[/i] much more. And so much worse! Even then, though, he had managed to pick up a thing or two. He just hoped it'd be enough for him not to be a deadweight on the team...

	When the next voice spoke up, Landon's body instinctually bristled. It recognized that voice; the loud one who'd slammed in here without a care in the world. His eyes darted quickly to look them over. She was...Well, she was as colorful as she was loud, is how he'd put it. It was more purple than he'd ever seen on a single thing in his life, from her hair to costume, which looked closer to a SWAT suit than the ol' cape and spandex. There was also that scar, running across the bridge of her nose. He couldn't imagine what would've caused an injury like that, though...In fairness, he'd never really been injured before, especially not so badly as to gain a scar. Her words, however, are what caught him the most. Really? The training hadn't done anything for her? That was...An intimidating prospect. For him, however brief his time training had been thus far, it was a grueling ordeal. To imagine somebody so nonplussed about it made him feel all that much smaller. 

	...Which made it quite ironic that that mounting tension in his body caused him to grow out a bit once more, new feathers and fresh patches of fur growing in as his body grew out just that bit more. 

	Still, her question hadn't gone unnoticed, and two people had already answered her. One was...Um, wait. Were there...Three of her? His eyes darted to and fro, uncertain as to whom he should be looking at. Would it be rude if he looked at the wrong one? Or was there even a 'wrong' one? What would it even be like, having multiples of yourself?...He knew he certainly wouldn't like the idea of more of himself, at least. Though at least then, he'd have someone who'd get what all this stuff feels like. Briefly shaking his head, Landon tried to focus himself on what exactly she was talking about. Powers, yeah! So, she could put stuff away into a little pocket space or some such, and have it pop out anywhere amongst her three selves, which (thankfully for him) she clarified as all being 'her'. So they were all the right one! It was pretty much impossible to catch underneath all his fur, but Landon gave a sigh of relief. There was more she was starting to say, but it seemed she had cut herself off, perhaps wanting to avoid rambling. He could get that. However, what he didn't expect was when she began bringing out several bags of candy. Where had she gotten it all?...Would he even want to know? Still, it was a nice gesture, and....Well, he hadn't gotten to eat anything before he headed out. 

	With a disturbing lack of noise, Muninn rose from the couch, towering over the other residents of the room. He very tentatively approached Tandem, his pearlescent eyes wavering with concern. Both that he'd make a full of himself, or that he might end up scaring somebody; especially the person in question that he had approached. [color=7ea7d8]"Are...Are you sure? I can try one?"[/color] Once she gave her assent, he very cautiously picked out a small taffy of sorts, which looked comically small trapped between his talons. To be honest, Landon was dreadfully curious how this would taste. He'd never really had sweets before...After fumbling with the wrapper for a brief moment, he had freed his treat, and hastily popped it into his...Fur? Well, it did make it to his mouth, but he ate it this way so he didn't have to show it off. Of all the parts of this form, that thing [i]really[/i] freaked him out. It had even given Claire a start when she first saw it, and he understood how bad of a sign that had to be. So...Better if it stayed tucked behind all the fluft. 

	Landon went about chewing down the sweet, and you could see his large eyes somehow growing larger. They were called 'sweets', but having never had much of anything sweet in his life, it was like a explosion in his mouth. To the point where, at first, he even staggered back a bit, as if physically struck. The striking sensation he was experiencing was even enough to pull away from his stress and fears, bringing him down to size and evening him back out to about how he looked prior to Shattercrash's abrupt arrival. When he finished it, however, he realized he'd almost forgotten to show his appreciation. While it was definitely too polite of a showing for such a small action, the nearly 13-foot birdman gave a deep bow. [color=7ea7d8]"Th-thank you! Very much!"[/color] Landon was a lot of things, but impolite was never one of them. 

	Shortly afterwards, however, his attention was stripped away as the girl he'd been speaking to prior, Faith (or rather, Decree; what a cool-sounding Cape name!), gave her piece. Her power was...Honestly, given his experience from before, exactly what he would've expected. So, her words can hold sway over people...No wonder she'd been stressed out before, worrying about what she could've done to him. Still, what caught him even more off-guard was the mention of earpieces. Wait, when did...? Oh. It might've been around where he had...Curled into a ball. Again. His ears drooped in quiet shame upon the realization, but he pushed past it, picking up one of the fancy boxes that held these earpieces. How...Would these work for him? Sure, it wasn't like he didn't have ears, but they weren't exactly human ones, either....A sudden spine-tingling realization crossed his mind. Was his [i]brain[/i] even human when he was like this?! With a new onset of terror, whatever the sweet had done to bring him down to ground level had been left in the dust, another abrupt spurt of growth showing up as he quietly pondered that terrifying implication. The whole time he pondered such a thing, he never even moved to open the casing and take his earpieces. He probably should've, but...Well, he only had Decree to worry about, right? If what she'd tried earlier was the norm, then he didn't feel too concerned. And besides, it felt cruel to him, practically calling her out by having these things be a necessity for their team. So, for now, he'd leave it be....Though if one of the adults pushed for it, he'd no doubt scurry to put them in however he could manage. 

	Recognizing the lull of activity after Decree gave up her power, Muninn realized this could be a chance for his own introduction. But...Could he honestly do that? Maybe he'd be better off if he...No! Nope! Those thoughts were the exact kind of things Claire had warned him about! Giving himself a quick pat to the head to snap him into things, he (albeit with no small amount of reluctance), spoke. [color=7ea7d8]"Ah....I, well...I think it's a bit self-explanatory. I have wings. I, uh, can fly. Pretty well, I think! I'm stronger than a normal person, though, um...I'm not sure by how much. I haven't tried that hard in...In those regards."[/color] His giant pale eyes darted nervously across the myriad faces around him, anxious for reactions. Wait! No! He could still say more stuff! Maybe it'd be important! [color=7ea7d8]"Oh! Uh, my fur? I-It kinda works like a sound muffler. I think...It's why I still sound so quiet, even though I'm so big. Vocally, I mean. When it comes to moving around and the like, I'm completely silent. Same with my feathers, like an owl, almost. Though, I can't do the whole, um...Y'know..."[/color] Nervously, he twists his head as far as he could, showing that he could not, in fact, rotate his head like an owl's. God, if he could, he'd be even more scared of himself. He gave a pathetic little laugh at his best attempt at a joke.

	[color=7ea7d8]"Ah!"[/color] Landon started up again, dropping as much as he could before he was inevitably shot down and likely skulked back into the shadows - of both this room, and of the conversation. He pointed out his eyes and ears. [color=7ea7d8]"I have a...Kind of night vision? I'm...I'm not entirely sure how to explain it, but I can see well in the dark. And my ears are sharp, too! A...Little too sharp."[/color] His big eyes glanced towards Shattercrash, not quite accusingly, but...More like pleadingly, as if to say 'Please, don't do that again. Please.' Lastly, he flexed his arms out a bit, showing them in all their unusually scaly glory. [color=7ea7d8]"Parts of me that aren't covered up already are, um...Like this. The scales are pretty tough. And my talons, uh, can cut through quite a lot. I'd...Rather not give an example though."[/color] 

	Alright, he'd said his piece. Awkwardly, given his staggering size, Muninn shuffled away from the center of attention. In fact, were it not for him clearly standing heads and shoulders above her, it'd almost look like he was shadowing Decree, as if using her like a barrier between himself and whatever future conversation broke out.