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[color=gray]Octavio had been halfway across the bridge until he decided that he couldn't take it anymore. His party members, both the ones that he had met at the inn and several newer ones, were quarreling with one another. There were even threats of stabbing each other, for crying out loud! Having opted to simply cross the bridge and do not much else felt rational. He didn't like that one bit. He also disliked the idea of one of his meat shields dying before being of any use to him, so such heavy disputes would have to be stopped.

He dramatically cleared his throat to demand attention and then began to cough from having agitated all the smoke that was being inhaled by his lungs. He coughed very nobly and gracefully, a product of his job. The ambient noises of general destruction swallowed the noise up, so his efforts went to waste, anyways.

One of the new additions to the party was a spirited woman with an interesting manner of speaking. He politely waited for her to finish before finally joining in on the conversation. [color=#dde0c7]"Ah, this is wonderful! More allies to aid us in our journey!"[/color] Octavio's words were loud and bold. They usually were only bold, but the volume was absolutely necessary when you factored in distance and screams of the dying.

[color=#dde0c7]"Now now, speeches are the food and drink of the soul! However... we must escape as soon as possible! Even power as divine as ours won't last forever under such circumstances!"[/color] He made a motion with his hands and spread them, an act that highlighted his exaggeratedly dignified mannerisms and the backdrop of total chaos happening around them. Lynx had crossed the bridge entirely and stoically ignored the idiocy of his travelling companion. He silently predicted to himself that Octavio would attempt to intervene, but was pleasantly surprised at him. Such a short speech, (mostly) free of convoluted and dramatic mannerisms? 

What little trace of pride that the familiar had vanished the moment Octavio bowed in front of their group, however.

[color=#dde0c7]"I would also like for all present to please forgive me. A gentleman such as myself should first and formost begin with an introduction. My name is Octavio Grayeye, and I wish for a fortunate journey for all of us on this dark and bizarre night." [/color]

He saw no point in lying after Gin revealed is name to his team so directly. Lynx rolled his eyes.

Octavio resumed crossing the bridge without waiting for a response. He didn't want his teammates to kill each other, but distrust always made his job easier. To just have walked away and ignored the tension would be a cowardly first impression, and he knew better than anyone else about the benefits of first impressions. He once again held off on flirting with the woman, as just like with Karina, her personality implied that she would probably rearrange his spinal cord if he tried anything funny. [/color]