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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Batron Homestead
[color=09849f]Skills: Photographic Memory : 16[/color] 
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No smile Kwassi had ever given before was as wide or bright as the one he had now. To see his king was safe and whole, and to have him invite him to the table alongside the other heros meant the world to him. [Color=09849f]"Ofcourse my king"[/color] Kwassi made his way towards the table, taking a seat near T'challa, his smile still stuck on his face as he ate and watched the others interact. Amelia began to speak up and was practically giving him second hand embarrassment. He was more than glad when Captain America cut her off and ended the rambling. Kwassi buried his face down to try and avoid the awkwardness building in the room only to have it replaced by strong tension caused from Fury, Hawkeye, and Raynor. He hadn't expected to hear as much as he did, and expected even less that Oliver would have the answers to explain.

With the new information it felt as if all eyes were on Oli. Kwassis included, as he looked upon him waiting to hear what it is that the Skrulls were planning. How much did he know and why hadn't anyone else been informed of this yet? Then again had any of them been skrulls like Flynn was then perhap it was best to keep things low until a select gathering such as this had occurred. It was only a shame that it had to happen under such circumstances and with so many heros already replaced. He looked at all those gathered here, and wondered why they so far had been spared. Were they the hardest to reach? Was it because they were underestimated? Or was it simply luck? Whatever it was, hopefully Oliver could shed some light onto the situation and allow them to find a plan to move forward