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[center][b][color=007236]Level[/color][/b]: 1
[b][color=007236]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 3 - Morning
[b][color=007236]Location[/color][/b]: The Save Point
[b][color=007236]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Holy Soldier]
[color=007236][b]Experience:[/b][/color] ////////// (0/10) 
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The quantity of the group that had assembled around the reception only increased, but the quality of siad group was drastically going of the charts with every new addition to the already paradoxal equation. The humanoid creatures without fur, scales or the like grew to become the clear majority of the group, but the one that stuck out was the one with a cup for a head. Yes, a CUP, for a HEAD. Bentley's eyes had started to fall of the turtle's nose as he tried to understand how a sentient, living being could have a brain powerful enough to sustain the requirments for organs and sensory output/input, all inside a liqiud content of a teacup. 

Then again, the content could be coffee, so that would make a whole lot of sense. 

The dragonfly, high in spirits at the apperance of two in the group, told them to follow him(?) upstairs, if they wanted to help. So this was one of the groups that would go on to save the world? Finally, some action! As the rest of the group went upstairs, Bentley followed a little slower behind before he came to a stop at the stairs. The green turtle looked up at one of the last ones to go up the stairs, then back at his own feet and the wheels. [color=007236]"...I guess they haven't heard of 'wheel-chair accessability' in this universe, have they?"[/color] Bentley sighed to himself, turning his wheelchair with its back to the stairs. As he began to slowly but surely roll his wheelchair up one step of stairs after another, he couldn't help but see the black-hooded stranger sitting at the table. Bentley [color=007236]hmmm[/color]'ed quietly. Strangers in dark clothes usually meant trouble. The Black Baron, Octavio, The Black Knight - [color=007236]"Why....?"[/color] -, The Contessa were just a few that came to his mind. But the group waited upstairs, so he pushed the thought methodically into a folder in his mind, and pushed on upstairs. 

As the meeting began, Bentley chose naturally to ignore the dragonfly's words of choice. He was already comfortably seated, so thanks, but no thanks. The information given was much more of interest to the masterplanner himself, though he would have wished for a presentation on a screen and laser-pointer for extra effect. From what Bentley gathered, Spyro the dragon had been captured, and they were the ones to rescue him. Between Cuphead enthusiastically proclaiming his eager for a fight, and James' insistance that they get a immunized for what Bentley only could presume was the infamous Mugen-Virus - Bentley shivered at the thought, for he hated viruses and needles - , the turtle raised his hand for his turn to speak. 

[color=007236]"I can't agree more with both for the rescue of Spyro from such vile creatures, and the need for protection against the virus, but I think there is a more urgent part of the mission that might need to be adressed."[/color] Bentley said out to the group, before lowering his head, as if telling them to be quiet, pointing down to the floor and continuing to speak quietly. [color=007236]"There is someone downstairs, sitting at the table in a black cloak. I don't know for certain, but according to my past experiences, the probability that this is your black-cloak-man is high, Mr. Sparx Dragonfly. And if you ask me, we need to figure that out before we proceed with the rest of the plan."[/color]