[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/2d9VK9D/Finlay-Banner.jpg[/img] [color=ed1c24][b]FINLAY DOUGAL[/b][/color] :+: [color=ed1c24][b]RED HOOD[/b][/color] :+: [color=ed1c24][b]INTERACTION: EVERYONE[/b][/color][/center] As the newly appointed Yellow Hoods began trickling into the dining hall, they would find themselves surrounded by numerous Red Hoods who were already filling the massive room with their back and forth chatter. The tables were long and in rows of three, with bench seats lining each side of them except for one small section at the head of one of the tables which had chairs. Those chairs were curiously empty except for one... [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/gdPJhJd/Dining-Hall.jpg[/img][/center] "[color=929292]Dobbers! Here![/color]" Finlay called out, waving them down as they entered the room. An unfamiliar look of satisfaction and even a smile seemed to be plaguing Finlay's face. As they took their seats, Finlay bobbed his head like a proud parent watching their children learn something new. Food had not been served yet and, while they waited, he wasted no time in filling their ears. "[color=929292]I s'pose first thing's first, eh? Congratu-[i]fookin[/i]-lations ya yella bastards, ya![/color]" Finlay let out a hearty laugh as he slapped the table. "[color=929292]As far as I can recall, I believe this is the biggest group to ever make it out together. Good on ya![/color]" He slapped his hand on the table in excitement while he beamed with pride. "[color=929292]I imagine the next obvious question is 'Now what'.[/color]" He cleared his throat as he sat up straighter in his chair, his business face suddenly taking over, his mouth shrinking to a thin straight line as his gaze bounced between each Hood's eyes. "[color=929292]Next is the ugly part. You are now authorized and obligated to face the malevolent creatures of the world that are too abominable for standard guards to take on. You will start your path to becoming the things monsters fear. The boogeyman's boogeyman.[/color]" "[color=929292]Many of our recruits come here to address a trauma or to train up enough to be able to enact vengeance. While I cannot officially endorse such motives, I can tell ya, ya came to the right place. If ya got some loose ends that need tying up or were inspired to put on the hood so you can take on a particular nasty that had some sort of impact on yer life, now's the time. But no one, [i]no one[/i] goes it alone. Them's the rules. Of course, there are those who pay no mind to the rules,[/color]" Finlay's thoughts immediately went to Ryder, "[color=929292]but breaking these rules will have consequences.[/color]" "[color=929292]So if you've got some matters to settle, let me know what they are and find some people to go with you to settle 'em. By that same token, the Hoods have matters to settle as well. Commander Rouge will be tasking us with certain missions that hears about and it is our duty to take care of it. If you don't hear about these missions from the Commander directly, you'll be hearin' about them from me. On Hood missions, not everyone has to go, but a Red Hood must be present at all times. No negotiating on that point.[/color]" "[color=929292]In fact, the Commander has already asked me to meet with her tomorrow morn for a briefin'. I'll let ya know what it's about once I do.[/color]" Just as he said it, he began to see some of the Red Hoods coming out from the kitchen doorways with large plates adorned with food that they gathered on the great table at the head of the room. The feast was a grande one. Finlay felt himself salivating just a little as he watched the food pour in. "[color=929292]Uh... what was I... missions, groups, ah, hell - fook it. Anyway, if you've got a personal objective you want to take on, now might be a good time to recruit your partner or partners. In the meantime, I'll brief who's left tomorrow about what I find out. If ya have any questions, you know where to find me. It's self serve. Let's eat! Oh, and drinkers,[/color]" Finlay's eyes fell on Vitius. "[color=929292]Yer gonna wanna take a trip to the kitchen. The Hoods make use of all of the kill, including the part you'll be interested in. Go get you a pint.[/color]" Finlay slapped the table again, his ear-to-ear grin having returned. "[color=929292]Fookin' Yellas. Look out, world![/color]"