Abel sat leaned forward at the table in the meeting room. One arm rested flat on said table, the other he was using to rest his chin in. A smirk painted his lips as he very obviously stared at the two new girls in the room. Unfortunately, for him at least, they were underage. Which meant he could look all he wanted, but touching wasn't allowed. Even he had his boundaries. They were just much harder to reach than that of a normal person. Either that or, he was much more in touch with his perverted side that other people were. He could never tell. One day somebody would ignore his advances, then the next they'd be making advances on him.

The clinking of chains could be heard as Abel shifted positions. As usual he had his chain whips wrapped around his arms, with the darts at the end safely in their place so nobody got hurt. Though most people would dislike constantly having chains on them, he had learned to like it. It was constant comfort in a world that was ever changing. And he liked it in more ways than one, if his provocative shirt had anything to say about the matter. [color=4682B4]"She's late..."[/color] He muttered mostly to himself. Their esteemed leader seemed to be taking more time that she thought. But there was nothing that could be done about it, but wait.

Finally she appeared and as usual, turned on some music. As she did, Abel leaned back in his chair, and crossed one leg over the other. Listening as she explained to them that the next few weeks were going to be busy. Then she laid down the missions. Abel leaned in once again to get a closer look, chains clacking against the table once more. Abel caught a glimpse of the words on the paper from underneath his glasses, and frowned at the squiggles. Deep blue eyes swept across the missions as he looked for one that suited him. He spotted several with the title Witch hunt, and picked one at random.

Abel didn't care what type of Witch he got to hunt down, as long as it was something he needed to kill and not bring back alive. He wasn't very good at that. Of course he had picked out the most annoying one. [color=4682B4]"Ooh, this Witch specializes in poisons."[/color] He said, getting the feeling that everybody was happy that he had gotten this one. It wasn't exactly a secret that he wasn't well liked because of his provocative personality. If he got poisoned and died, he didn't have anybody who would miss him. In fact, if he wasn't a human with a Strong Soul, he probably wouldn't have been asked to join AID.