"An accent here...wind blowing there...a sea crashing maybe, ooh, a single tree up the back...a couple vibrant pinks, blue? Nah, blue would disappear against the armor...yellow however..YES! Oh man this looks so good!" "What are you doing, Miss Briess." Melanie jumped, permanent markers and stencils flying into the air and to the floor, she turned around, using her body to cover whatever was behind her back, facing Leinhart. They were in the armory and he was standing in front of her, his arms crossed, nearly double her height. "Uh...just...fixing up an armor! Yes!" "Step aside, Miss...what...what did you do to Tristain's armor? It looks..." "I, uh...made it nice!" There was a Vibrant pattern on Tristain's black armor now, Japanese in style, using the multiple points along it as "wooden posts" in the light blue sea as they crashed up against it, a large pink Sakura Tree running up the back, mixed in with the light yellow and pink touch ups all around the armor. "Command will not enjoy this." "They won't have to know!" "I will have to wash it." "It's in permanent marker and stencil. "...Extensively." "Oh please don't!" She clasped her hands together and looked up to him, grimacing. "He'll love it, I know it!" "Hmmm" "Um...I'll talk to the other squads about capturing a brahmin and sending it here!" "What tactical advantage does this palette have?" "Uhm...blind our enemies with beauty?" He placed an armored hand onto his gigantic chin, considering what to do. He put shrugged then. "Good enough for me. If command asks, I will say that it was burned in and that overall it does not affect combat performance." "YES! Thank you! Don't tell him though. It's a surprise." She came in close for a hug before running out into the blizzard storm. Leinhart shook his head and picked up the actually rather fetching armor. While most of the darkened parts of it were gone, it probably wouldn't effect his cloak. Just make him look...snazzier. Not like it made a difference. Between a floating eyebot, a deathclaw, and a giant carrying a Gatling laser, a redhead with a colorful suit of armor could blend into a blackboard.

Joining Melanie and Bear in the messhall, he picked up his usual: Everything, and sat somewhat near the others. Close enough to hear them yet far enough that they won't be hit by a chicken bone.

"Well hey there, Slugger." Ginger sat down next to Andrew and noticed the blood on his knuckles. "Another day at the gym? What hole is this, fifteen? That reminds me." He turned towards Devon and held out his hand. "Fifty credits, sir. Told you he would come in like he just got into a fight with a metal wall and won." After retrieving his credits from Devon, he got up and grabbed some carbination and food, a steak like Tristain and a side of cheesecake. He returned to find his seat taken by Melanie, whom was delightfully chatting with Tristain. "Out of my seat, Whisper." "Doesn't have your name on it!" She looked at him and glared. "Actually it does. You've stolen my seat enough times that I carved it in there. Look." She got up to look and he yanked the seat away from her. She glared at him and he shooed her away so she could get her own seat and bring it back. He sat back down and leaned back a bit. "You guys see that we got a couple new recruits today? Lucy over there was running them through their "warmups" a few hours ago. Let them know where they were. Poor sods."

Melanie pulled up and sat down with a small sandwich. "Who were they again?" "Shibuya "Frost" River, and Lucius "Thunder" Vaughn. Shibuya is a spy that returned from a four year hike in NCR territory so she could be placed into Eagle Squad and Lucius is...well." His voice grew a little sadder as he remembered Idaho. "He's our new pilot." "I thought we were going to keep the robotic one?!" "As did I." Said Leinhart from a nearby table. "Nah, he's an Ace that has the training like Winter, but with a better shot and robo-eyes...Oh, speak of the devil."

Two fresh faces entered the hall then, Shibuya, dressed in her black enclave uniform, and Lucius, an overcoat and shiny lights. Andrew waved and pointed toward a table that Devon quickly pulled over. They were reluctant, but they sat down and exchanged handshakes. "Uh...hi. Not sure I met you four before." "Andrew, A.K.A. Deathstroke that trouble maker there is Melanie, A.K.A. Whisper, the big one over there is Leinhart. It's easier to remember than "Scissors", trust me. Bruisy mcbag-punch here is Tristain, or Ginger. Finally, this is Devon, or Venom. I prefer Carnage myself, but that's an old comicbook that only I'm a fan of apparently. The lady over yonder is, well you know her, she tried to kill you already. The last one is Alexander, or Bear. "

"Pleased to meet you." She said, a little blush on her face as she was nervous. Borderline super famous spy among the Enclave. Espionage, assassinations, document forgery, erotic visits, sneaking around. Yet she was still a virgin Introvert that didn't like crowds. [i]"Say-la-vii"[/i] She said to herself.