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Asmodeus took note of the siblings whom had entered after him, shooting them a nod should they look hi way. His wary eyes landed on #10, taking a moment to observe him before looking away. His nose scrunched up, noticing a change the atmosphere of the room, [i][color=#B0C4DE]Was that one?[/color][/i], he thought, eyeing the weird light show in Puppeteer's direction. It was interesting to say the least.

After his eyes swam through his siblings for a few more moments, he finally snapped his gaze towards the director, whom had just crouched down. Either he picked up paper, or he untied his shoes. A smirk drifted onto his face as the director became visible again with no paper on hand. [i][color=#B0C4DE]Classic Ghost.[/color][/i]

[center][color=#93C5B1]"The Institute has recorded five separate instances of impending Hydra. Two of which are already at or near our doorstep. You have been summoned in such numbers today as five instances of Hydra is severely abnormal under any circumstance.

As such, you will be divided here into groups are varying sizes. Due to the frequency of pockets opening, you will likely be working alongside siblings who you may have never met before. I expect you treat each other with patience and kindness; failure is not an option.

The instances of Hydra are as follows:"[/color][/center]

Asmodeus' face flashed alongside other's, being assigned to the 'highest priority' mission, 465:A with NUMBER 6, NUMBER 13, NUMBER 16, and NUMBER 114. [color=#B0C4DE]"Psyker, Eli, Weaver, and Pinpoint, huh?"[/color], he muttered to no one in particular. Soon they were dismissed and sent to gather their belongings. He waved tepidly at his seatmate... floormate? Alma, silently wishing her luck in her mission before bouncing off to the weaponry to collect his daggers and other necessities. As always it was carefully handed to him by a fearful guard, he thought that he would be used to it by now. He sheath the weapon on his sides as per norm.

Aside from that he thought to pace himself slightly by 'jogging' to the terminal he was assigned at, gate 4. Bouncing up and down two times his feet sprang into action after landing on the second hop. A blur of speed ran through the institute, guards on standby felt a strong gust of wind unbalance their normally steady posture. Asmodeus [i]miiiight[/i] have ran too fast, needing to use the wall to safely stop his 'light jog'.

The guard at the point glared at Asmodeus, warning him to kill the use of his powers in the Institute. He just placed both hands behind his head, not acknowledging the guard's threat and whistling, [i][color=#B0C4DE]Well, seems like I'm the first one here.[/color][/i]