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[h2]'Starting Location, Priestella[/h2]
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[color=6ecff6][i]You will become a hero.[/i][/color]
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Those very words, spoken with a cold but assertive tone, rung in the raven-haired man's head, followed by a pounding ache. It's as if a promise was being made, no, assured to him that his wish will be granted. As the others, some appearing much younger than him, made sense of the situation through conversation, the man known as Nakayama Suzaku stayed to himself, quietly as if in deep contemplation. Outfitted in simple robes of white and navy blue, his serene expression, with his closed eyes and beautiful countenance, along with his straight posture and long black hair, tied neatly into a ponytail, painted the picture of some sort of prince. His attire along with his physical features hinted his country of origin, Japan. Compared to the others, Suzaku truly stood out as different, if not exceptional.

Suzaku took a few mental notes as everyone made their introductions. It seems that, so far, everyone has made contact with the same obscured being in some sort of dark prison. No, prison is too extreme of a word, is it? In any case, he seems to have the same issues everyone else has. These observations only raised more questions, however, such as what everyone was doing before they made it there, or...

[center][color=silver]"Did you all die, too?"[/color][/center]

Suzaku had asked rather abruptly, although with a tone far too unconcerned for the nature of the question. His eyes opened, revealing [color=orange][b]fox-like orange eyes[/b][/color] that appear to almost be [i]glowing.[/i] Despite his apparent concern, his physical and facial expressions both make him oddly seem indifferent about his current situation. Rather quickly, a hand wandered onto his chest, into his robes, feeling for where his heart should be. 

[center][color=silver]"... Ah, bandages. My apologies."[/color][/center]

Standing up and placing his hands to his side, Suzaku glanced at every other person in the room, his expression unchanging, his thoughts seemingly incapable of being betrayed by his face. To Suzaku, only two people in the room interested him. One was the boy with the light brown hair who spoke as if he had a better grasp of everyone's situation, and who was quick to make suggestions on their next course of action. The other was the brash, loud-mouthed young man who seemed to be the oldest, who took immediate action and brazenly made his way to the door, opening it without any thought. In other words, all these individuals are already potential tools to Suzaku, and these two, who he has already associated with as 'the Manual' and 'the Hammer', respectively, may be the greatest at his disposal.

[color=silver]"I believe knighthood may be unsuited for my taste,"[/color] Suzaku began, with a voice that could be considered as tranquil, yet off-puttingly cold, [color=silver]"While I do wish to serve others in some sense, I would like to do it on my own terms. As far introductions go..."[/color] 

Putting a finger next to his mouth, Suzaku's eyes looked up as he began to think of a few things. He felt like he shouldn't share his name to his new companions. It wasn't a feeling garnered from mistrust, but rather he believed that it may help him in identifying others like the one who had called themself his 'reaper', the childlike figure who had appeared to everyone prior. If anyone knew Suzaku by his full name, then they are a person of interest, and one who could maybe grant him more answers.

[center][color=silver]"My name is a bit of a mouthful, so you all can call me... [i]Nakkun~?[/i] I am an archer, so if we could find me a bow and a couple of arrows, I believe we can make do."[/color][/center]