[center][h2][color=BurlyWood]Cedar.[/color][/h2][/center]


Though not visibly, Cedar did give a small smile when Archer complimented his weapon choice, especially at 'suits you well' and 'don't need anything flashy to get the job done'. First impressions are important, and his seemed to be doing well. 

Cedar instinctively stepped back as the quiet one - Fluke, said Archer - passed him for a second. He seemed a little strange, though that didn't necessarily indicate subpar performance in the field. Cedar couldn't quite get a grasp on him from just two words and his erratic behavior, something that almost bugged him a bit. Cedar settled for a small nod in his direction.

[color=BurlyWood]"A preferred tool can reflect the self better than any mirror,"[/color] he muttered under his breath. Under his mask his brow furrowed slightly; another misplaced quote from some old book. Just another group of words to poke at his brain. He turned back to Archer. [Color=BurlyWood]"You'll understand if I don't take any walnuts."[/color] He waved his open hand over his face. [Color=BurlyWood]"A bit hard to eat in this and all. Still, thanks."[/color] His voice was thin but somehow close to raspiness as well, almost like a permanent scratchy throat.

His gaze moved over to the other recruits. The one who had came before him - Listener, apparently - had chosen a spear. He took a small glance at her mask. Metal with a diamond design on the front. Appreciably pleasing to the eye. She seemed the outgoing type - she was certainly very friendly. It felt a little strange, hearing someone so dynamic sounding behind the unmoving mask, but he was sure he'd get use to it.

The one who arrived after him - Steel Rose - had a mask half gears and wire, half color and life. He appreciated it artistically, though part of him wondered if it symbolized anything personal to her. He appreciated the weapon as well - one could never go wrong with putting a decent distance on a monster, and a pistol did a fine job at that. Naming it seemed a bit... frivolous, in a way, but Cedar didn't really care if the weapon had a name.

The last of the three - Iris - wore a more austere mask, angular and androgynous in a way Cedar found pleasing. Perhaps the simplicity of it appealed to Cedar's utilitarian; the mask was simple while still remaining aesthetically unique to the eye, which Cedar could always appreciate. Her weapon - a staff- might not've been to Cedar's taste, but he would reserve judgment for much later.

[Color=BurlyWood]"We seem a good enough team as any,"[/color] Cedar said. His voice betrayed no loud or excessive pride, but inwardly he felt a little excited. How could he not be? Still, he was a rookie. [Color=BurlyWood] "Good weapons, good masks, good company - what more could one ask for?"[/color] Even now his tone only made a minor shift. Still, the way he kept drumming his fingers on the pole of his weapon gave away a little more of his mood.