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[indent][indent][indent][color=silver][color=crimson][b]Chapter 1.[/b] [@AngelofOctober] [@Stern Algorithm][/color]

SkyFall slid out from the booth on a hunch, a idle hint about the person approaching him by their zesty pitch. He would rather greet this man with a touch of normalcy than with the intimidation his costume offered. Behind the angry mask and the pitch eye holes was the face of a young man, however his height and built-in voice changer hid it well. So he felt comfortable within the dark armor and black cloak, it let him take on the full visage and persona of SkyFall.

A pointed chuckle came from him. [color=crimson][b]"Really?"[/b][/color] he asked, his head tilting. [color=crimson][b]"I could say the same of you, Karuma. Likewise with you as well, Dieselpunk. I'am familiar with both of your dealings in the underworld."[/b][/color] He took a near fluid step back and lightly bowed his head. [color=crimson][b]"Its an honor."[/b][/color]

[color=crimson][i]An honor to use you as steppingstones.[/i][/color] 

He lifted his head, letting the formality of his tone radiate his practiced greenness. [color=crimson][b]"Dieselpunk and Karuma, he who killed six students. You both are well known and respected in [i]certain[/i] circles. I'am ... surprised that you have heard of me. I feel like nothing but the new guy amidst you all."[/b][/color][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]