[center][h2][color=fff79a]Cal Cium[/color][/h2]
[@KatherinWinter][@Silverstein][@HumanMusic][/center]

Cal laid on the bed waiting for the alarm clock, he had requested to go off and alert him to go to the meeting spot for his new team. It was very difficult as excitement raced over where he assumed his flesh would be. At any moment the alarm clock would go off! How exciting this time period was with all of these new modern amenities! In stark contrast, his old, somewhat yellowing bones, held together by some of the most complex laws of magic was merely a tiny footnote in history. The phalanges tapped against the almost entirely unused bed, the soft blankets muffling what would have been a noise most mortals would have found disturbing. The alarm sounded at long last, and Cal rose with alarming speed raising his hands up into the air with victory. [color=fff79a]"I am not a lazybones!"[/color] This, he yelled at a nearby camera in the corner of the room, not an easy task without lungs.

Cal lived in the same building where he worked, the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs building as an agent of the S-Division. He was not supposed to actually exit the building unless on a sanctioned mission or with approval from the higher ups. Something along the lines of not causing a situation like the last time or such. Cal didn't mind though, anything was better than that ghastly tomb he had left behind. What had his past self been thinking? Though, he thought somewhat more somberly, he could ask the same for a lot of different things. Coming back to the situation, he tossed on several clothes that were filled with cotton to give the appearance of fleshed out figure as well as a  large scarf, black wig, sunglasses held up by wire, and a baseball cap. A rudimentary disguise that wouldn't succeed as prolonged inspection, but good enough to fool the casual observer. 

Cal walked out through his doors and into the area his team had been designated to meet. Stopping by the kitchen, he grabbed a coffee mug and filled it with dry coffee beans and then continued forward. Briefly looking around, his eye sockets came to rest on an odd sight. Three mortals together, two standing and one on all fours reaching through their legs. [color=fff79a]"Blink."[/color] He said this out loud for all to hear. [color=fff79a]"Is this a new traditional form of greeting amongst you mortals? Truly I am behind the times, what a bonehead I am!"[/color] He grinned.