[center][h1][color=0076a3][b][u]Christopher Mozrick[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
[h1][color=0076a3][b][u]Sergeant[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/yQF8V7M.png[/img]
[b]Location:[/b] Sentinel HQ
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Creatrix [@Lmpkio][/center]

Christopher's former employer had arranged for transport to take him to the Sentinel HQ, which he was grateful for. It saved time, that was for sure. With a plane ticket to Paris, Christopher had a long journey ahead of him. Most of his time was spent going over various topics in his mind, making sure he forgot none of it. Tactics in battle, names of allies and enemies, etc, etc. Once the plane reached the airport, Christopher's next plan of action was to hail a taxi. Turns out that taxis were very high in demand, so it took some time before he was able to get a ride. "[color=0076a3]The Sentinel HQ,[/color]" Christopher said promptly, and the driver wasted no time leaving. The trip was mostly silent, and also rather long due to traffic. The driver looked back at Christopher through the mirror occasionally, which Christopher ignored. It was none of his concern what the driver thought as long as he could reach his destination.

Finally, the ride ended, and Christopher gave him a nod of appreciation and a small tip before exiting, ignoring the driver's attempts to negotiate for a higher tip. After entering the building and going up the elevator, he found himself facing a large collection of people. Many of them were quite odd in his eyes, but Christopher was unfazed. He would be able to make better judgements once he got to see what they were capable of. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on Creatrix. Interest piqued, Christopher wasted no time going over to his old comrade. "[color=0076a3]Creatrix. It has been a long time,[/color]" Christopher said to Creatrix. 

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[center][h1][color=8dc73f][b][u]Belinda Romalty[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
[h1][color=8dc73f][b][u]Mamba[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/iQpFukJ.png?1[/img]
[b]Location:[/b] Sentinel HQ
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Scorn [@Argetlam350][/center]

Belinda had been enjoying the sights of Paris. The sunlight, the buildings, the historical monuments... it was really quite nice. Unfortunately for her, the time for sightseeing was coming to an end. It was not time for the soon-to-be-Sentinels to gather together. Fortunately, she was already nearby, so it wasn't like she needed to travel very far. However, Belinda chose not to enter the Sentinel HQ just yet, instead sitting down at a nearby cafe and watching as others entered first. She wanted to see who she would be meeting first before they met her. It turned out that there were quite a number of people that had chosen to come. Belinda was especially interested in the pirate, the criminal in handcuffs, and the black mech that looked like it was made for the sole purpose of combat. 

Eventually, though, she grew tired of merely waiting nearby and decided to come in herself. Opening the door and going up the stairs, Belinda exclaimed upon her arrival, "[color=8dc73f]Boy, oh boy, do we have a crowd in here![/color]" It seemed like everyone else was too busy with their conversations to do much more than look at her before returning, which was fine for Belinda. Her prime target for interaction was the one who was spinning far away. Going over to Scorn to sit on another chair at the table, Belinda got herself comfortable and said to Scorn, "[color=8dc73f]You must be having fun there.[/color]"