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With the rest of the villains arriving at the hideout, Quinn began to size up her future compatriots. After all, trusting people you instantly met were the actions of a fool. The first to arrive after her was a woman who wore coveralls. She seemed to be a bit more normal than the average villain and raised regular concerns about trust. A more typical villain would have run in with a bloody weapon out talking about darkness or something of that sort; maybe they would have brought a vaudeville act along. Then again, most people who wanted All-Might dead weren't theatre kids who went bad. From the woman in the jumpsuit burning her garbage in an act of environmentally friendly posturing, it was obvious the woman had some sort of control over fire.

The second to arrive was more of the same sort. Cautious, smart thinking. He either sent in some dumb bird first to scope the room out or it was some coincidence. Highly likely to be the former, Quinn could surmise that he could control a bird. Either that or he trained a bird to scout things out for him. Either way was weird. When he came in, he was really well dressed. In fact, he wore a top hat. In this modern age. Seeing how he wasn't some theatre kid who went bad, he probably wore it unironically. Yikes, was Quinn's only thought.

The third to arrive was... a villain alright. Preceded by the sounds of a chainsaw, she certainly was edgier than everyone else. Actually, incredibly edgier. She entered the room with a chainsaw revved up only to power it down when she arrived. Her outfit seemed to be something that was meant to be a touch scary, but in all honesty, it wasn't. Quinn thought it was more similar to babby's first murder outing. Like some child who lacked social skills, she didn't say anything when she entered. However, unlike herself who did the same, her silence was practically audible. In some laughable move, she revved up her chainsaw again in an act of posturing. Quinn instantly let a chortle out, trying her best to conceal it as she looked away from her.

The final one who entered was another edgy boy. In fact, they were all pretty edgy with the exception of the woman's bright orange jumpsuit. The old man had his Victorian edge, the chainsaw girl had whatever was going on with her, and this new boy wore a high collared black jacket. Quinn's clothing was also afflicted by a certain level of edge, but at least she was somewhat punk. This boy who entered, also with a mask that only covered his mouth, was instantly talking about murder. That was kind of sad, in all honesty. His attempt to make small talk was a humble brag on how he's wanted for murder. Strange flex, but okay.

Their fearless leader had handwaived whatever opening each of them had. She instantly derided them for not being professionals; this was a sentiment that almost shot Quinn into rapid laughter. Imagine not expecting a bunch of villains to be the dregs of society. Still though, she did her best not to die from laughing too hard. Her little speech wasn't that much. It wasn't some amazing speech in which she managed to rally every villain on to her side. Rather, it simply stated the truth. They were all there because they had a reason to be. To get rid of Enterprise in order to further their ideals.

And that's all that Quinn needed for a reason to stay.

With their plans unfurled on the table and their fearless leader asking for questions, Quinn let the bird man ask his bizarre question of 'will we fight school children'? and followed up.

[color=#65a0f0]"Ignoring what this guy thinks is important, don't you all think that there's a bigger issue pressing us right now?"[/color] Her tone was drenched in a thick layer of sarcasm. [color=#65a0f0]"None of us know each other's names~!"[/color] She joked with a gross level of false pleasantries. Almost instantly, her tone turned back to snark. [color=#65a0f0]"I think we should go around and say our names and a fun fact about ourselves."[/color] She clapped, enunciating whatever point she was making. [color=#65a0f0]"After all, why would we all go and risk our lives with people we don't even know the names of? I'll go first,"[/color] she took a brief bow, [color=#65a0f0]"My name, or at least what I go by, is Quinn. What media likes to call me is [i]Anarchy Red[/i], so that's my super villain act now. All about anarchy! That little fun fact about me... Hmmm... I would say that I want All-Might and his influence gone, but that's a bit obvious, don't you think?"[/color] Her vaudevillian act completely dropped. [color=#65a0f0]"I have 'demolished' and sabotaged enough infrastructure to know how to permanently cripple a municipality. Anyways, who wants to go next? Chainsaw girl, shark twunk, old man, jumpsuit, or our fearless leader?"[/color]