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[sub][color=goldenrod]Interaction[/color] | Currently None
[color=goldenrod]Location[/color] | Secret Sanctuary Hangar
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Kilamanjaro walked with his hands behind him after he pushed the button for the elevator. He had spent quite a while in his meditation in the forest. He had also bore witness to the sparring match between the Tamaranean Princess and Gold Rush. The latter Kila seemed more impressed with. He seemed to make the most optimal use of his clones as he could. It was still a loss, given the Princess’ awe-inspiring power, but a valiant effort.

After dismissal, Kila wandered about their training ground for a bit to evaluate their first session again. It seemed a success, stepping back from the emotions, with some having more to learn from mistakes than others. It was while doing so, though, that he discovered the discarded pink suit of Nymph. That brought memory of the emotions back.

With them in mind, Kila had eventually gone back inside. To be part of a team, meant you were to be parts of a body if it were to work smoothly. A family in and of itself, even if only very recently born. Thus, he did go to the residential area of the base, but waited until all the larger buzz calmed. 

The first he went to, was the boy called Talon. His life was in jeopardy today, which could have lingering results. Even if it was of his own doing, Kila opted to check on him. His mannerisms outside of the impulses shown earlier, seemed largely the same, which was good enough. Further assessing the cleaning of his wounds, Kila commended his self-sufficience. However, the young lion didn’t push it and let the boy after the brief encounter.

With that done, he wasn’t so inclined to interact with the others at that time. They could keep one another occupied. So, he waited until Daphne had awoken, which lasted up until it was announced for the mall goers to prepare for departure. Before that though, Kila went to check on her. He returned her garment straight away. As far as her recovery from the day’s early events, she seemed mostly back to herself. She seemed to express appreciate his effort. The power from before, he did not feel come from her, which must have meant that she was physically alright as well. 

Although he didn’t like to be late to things, he was the last to get down there. He wasn’t going to go on this shopping trip, and Kila rarely changed his mind. However, an odd feeling inside spurred him to go anyway. He learned that there was a musical instrument store there. It wouldn’t hurt to at least go look with his own eyes. With His and Iwisa’s former dog-tags around his neck, he dressed casually. A simple white tee, black khaki pants, and white high-top sneakers were what greeted the group as he exited the elevator.

Kila made it just in time to hear about the methods of travel available, as well as qualified drivers. A briefly puzzled expression came to him as he noticed his name excluded. The reason the confusion didn’t last long though, related to the legalities of the United States’ laws. He did not have a driving license for the country and they were meant to be exemplary citizens when out of missions.

Though with the others deliberating who would go in the jeep, Kila found himself following along with Kass towards the teleporters. He found no interest in riding with them currently, and they were going to the same place anyway. However, he didn’t get to give Kassandra the commendation he wished to earlier and he’d rather cover his bases. He favored her presence anyway. Though that was when Red Tornado gave them Justice League credit cards. He pocketed it, but did not plan on using it. 

[color=goldenrod]”I will take the zeta-tube as well.”[/color]