[i]"Is that a costume? Are we going to kill them in cosplay? Sounds like fun."[/i] Cheshire asked blankly, not understanding the humor Citrine found so evident.

Citrine discreetly rolled her eyes and examined the jacket using the criteria Cheshire offered. In a word, she supposed it was cosplay. But... She liked it. It wasn't the costume that attracted her but the iconic symbol behind it. A stone-cold killer. And with a katana, no less. Not that The Bride had intentionally become a goddess of worship to her, but being tossed on the the death row that was Obsidian she found solace in anything romanticizing her lifestyle. The only thing they forgot in the film was the irreversible degrading of the soul with each murder. Citrine rationalized hers died a long time ago, and never bothered herself with the question again. 

The conversation taking place around the lockers was intriguing, to say the least. Citrine had mixed feeling about seeing everyone, but at least she could count herself among family. Brethren, maybe. If one Operative were to slice up the other it was to be expected, and moderately preventable. Citrine would take no hard feelings either way. Although 47 beat her to responding to Arsenic, she didn't seem to enjoy the lackey comment Citrine quipped back at her. The ex-con merely smirked, remembering that bit of trivia for later. The robot child was a fascinating work of technology, almost acting like it had it's own soul. But Citrine knew better, and knowing a little about Laraxis made her suspicious of the thing. She listened idly as 47 finished. [i]"I am Master Valco's second-in-command, and have been my whole life."[/i]

[b]"That's lovely, 47. I'm truly honored to be the in the presence of Laraxis' most esteemed... Mm, lackey."[/b] She smirked, a humorous tone to her voice. [b]"But I'd prefer to answer my own questions. Arsenic needed a more exciting tale than that, and I was prepared to mention a dragon."[/b] She said, sarcasm lavishing her words.

The armory quickly filled with more Operatives, Ghost using his talent to glide in behind them. His nickname certainly suited him well. Alter stalked in as well, a purpose in his step. Citrine was honestly too fascinated by her gifts to notice Arsenic's bullet shot or Alter's mysterious assemblage of parts. Blame her ADHD. She looked further into her locker to see objects wrapped in tissue paper, disguising their true identity. She picked up one in her palm, tossing it in the air a few inches. It had a solid weight, definitely metallic. Citrine felt the grooves of the device through the layers of paper, enjoying the self-created mystery.

To Ghost's sarcasm Alter offered a comment that analyzed their situation quite nicely. [i]"You've got to admit that a part of Laraxis' plan sounds at least good on the surface, right?"[/i] Citrine merely nodded, following the conversation closely. It was a relief to hear opinions cynical like hers. 

While Arsenic mentioned a rather noble reason to comply with Laraxis, Cheshire gave her a look after depicting a likely demise. [i]"We're too smart to let that happen though, right?"[/i] A wide grin flashed across her face.

Sweatdrop. [b]"Of course."[/b] Citrine winked, casually playing off her true feelings. This would probably get them all killed, honestly.

Cheshire continued undeterred. [i]"I wish Hannibal hadn't gone off and pissed off Laxxy. He was always a good guy to have on the team, and I'd rather not have to fight him. He's too tough. My electricity takes too long on him."[/i]

[b]"You have a point, kitty."[/b] The blonde licked her lips hopefully. [b]"But just think, we might have the sincere pleasure of facing a true monster in combat. A challenge. None of those boring bullet-armored humans."[/b] She wrinkled her nose. 

She closed her locker with a click, planning to rifle through it's remaining contents later. Her gaze played across the room before settling on Alter, particularly his pocket. It was with casual fascination she eyed it, maybe with a dash of suspicion mixed in. He assembled it in record timing, one thing she'll never understand with the techy types. Curiosity almost spoke for her as she cocked a brow. [b]"What, pray tell, is that device?"[/b]