[Center]Isaac Markeel[/Center]

Isaac was taking in the group dynamic as the first woman took his hand with a reasonably strong grip. It was about what he expected from anyone who considered themselves a candidate for becoming a hunter. Anyone with strength less than that displayed by Jack was not worth a moment of consideration. He was not going to discard anyone as a useless dreg at this point; but nor would he waste his time attempting to make too many pleasantries. There was still a lot of time for the Markeel heir to be disappointed. “A pleasure Jack.” He offered a nod as he spoke; acting the polite newcomer was easy enough. He had done this sort of thing a million times before: measured smile, controlled glint of interest and the ideal amount of faked enthusiasm were all key into hiding the serpent’s instincts. In truth, he could probably take Jack’s arm here and now. At this range, the WALTER unit could release the ten wires and his semblance could wrap them around her limb in about a second. From their, he could stab, cut, rip...All from the simple action of a handshake.

Instead of the hunter’s attack, Isaac simply released the young woman’s hand: just in time for the next introduction to roll off of the lips of another woma…Isaac felt his teeth clench ever so slightly at the sight of the dirty beast’s ears. He tried not to make his distaste too obvious, but the young Markeel heir didn’t take a second notice of Grizel,a second time: in a similar way in which he ignored the scruffy reprobate hanger on of a boy. 

The awkward silence was broken by the words of a third girl, dressed in a strange-if-not-revealing attire and holding a weapon that looked both interesting and outdated in equal measures. It would be rude of him to judge the weapon straight off; he’d learned that some people value relics of the past as ‘heirlooms’ or ‘antiques’. He had yet to be impressed by any such weapon.

What he was impressed by was the woman’s given name. It would take some sort of fool not to recognise the Sakanade name. Hell, he was wearing a Sakanade combat shirt: they were amongst the best for comfort and maneuverability, even if the price generally bordered on the excessive when it came to this sort of equipment. The Markeel company could afford such luxuries, and he was somewhat glad he was wearing it at this point. An unexpected opportunity had arisen to form a potentially powerful alliance. “A pleasure then, Lady Sakanade.” He offered a polite half-bow to the woman; The sort that hinted at respect, as opposed to reverence. Money was not enough to earn Isaac’s reverence.

“I heard that last year was a combat exam, and I could certainly get behind that. I wonder if we are going to be matched up against our peers or the Grimm; this time around. The obvious guess would be the latter, but there are a lot of candidates this time around.” Isaac’s tone was one of confidence; hell, his entire demeanor hinted at a confident fighter who would thrive in any combat situations: be they against Grimm or against his fellow competitors.