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	King was...and odd character. Aram didn't quite get him. However, his backstory was intriguing, even as unbelievable as it is. Apparently he was an alien from another planet..It wasn't..entirely impossible, per se. But the probability of King actually being an alien was..lacking, to say the least.

	Despite being very new to the Vigilantes, Aram had confidence that even if he under-performed on this mission, his peers would be able to cover for him.
	Not that it appeared they would just disperse as they please to show up at the target location completely of their own choosing helped in that case. King didn't seem to take much control of the Vigilantes. Mostly leaving them to their own devices. On one hand, Aram could work with that. But on the other, he prefer to have someone cover him while he made his transmutation circles. Having someone assigned to it rather than having a loose agreement was much more reliable. But he supposed he could work with how things were.

	King presented the group with an object he called...the "Bing Bong sword". An..odd name. But nonetheless, it seemed important. He handed it to the boy they called "Brutus", who took it in his hands, seemingly hesitant. Aram would have to take that later. He could probably use it more efficiently.

	King left them with little information, besides the fact that they had to succeed at this assignment to join the tournaments. Aram had never been in a tournament, and to be honest, was a little excited to do so. So he'd try to do his best on this mission.

	Brutus seemed to be the first of his peers to take initiative, strapping the Claymore to his back, and began running towards their destination. Aram decided it to be lucrative to follow suit, and walked from his pew to the front of the building, where he drew a wooden plate from the messenger bag at his hip, splaying it out in front of him. He focused on the plate of wood, specifically on the intricately designed circle affixed to it in a red paint. His hands began to glow black, as well as the Transmutation circle upon the wood slate. The ground wavered beneath it as his outer coat disintegrated around him. 

	In a flash of black, a skateboard appeared over the wooden plate. Aram approached, putting his transmutation circle back into his bag as he stepped onto the skateboard, beginning his short journey to the haunted apartments.

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	He arrived shortly after he set out. Upon approaching the grounds of the building, he performed the same display as he had to get his ride here, his outer coat returning to his body. He spotted Brutus up ahead, seemingly waiting for the rest of the Vigilantes.
	
	[color=fff200]"Hello Brutus!"[/color] he called out to him, as he started to approach the other boy. He didn't know much about Brutus. He didn't seem quite as social as himself. Perhaps they could become friends? Aram was always open to it.