[h3][color=#66b2b2]ARIA: THE PROTECTOR[/color] | The Mavericks[/h3][sub]Reporting to: Billy Black[/sub][hr]

[indent]Rising Hope needed a few extra hands to tend to the school gardens today-- a little setup built by fellow volunteer teachers to provide more outdoor activities for the kids. A fun time, indeed, so much so that the Protector got carried away in the process, and had to speed to the closest bus upon realizing it was nearly late for its meeting with the other espers. It was seemingly in such a rush that the jingle of its keychain (along with its heavy rumbling steps) as it ran past the pedestrians along the way could probably be heard from the meeting spot itself. Either way, it was only glad it wasn't late. Though transforming right at the bus stop did earn it some funny looks.

[color=#66b2b2][i]"Hi, Klava!"[/i][/color] The eight-foot-tall hulking suit of armor showed up just after Klava did, arriving in a jog as it waved at its friend with eager semicircle arcs through the air, clearly glad to see her.[color=#66b2b2][i]"And hello again-- Apollo!"[/i][/color] It shyly raised a gauntleted palm in the air - the same form of greeting the Protector recalled the man using when they first met during their last minute.

After greeting the familiar faces, it directed a bow towards the head of the operation, Billy Black, and his fellow mercenaries. While this crowd most definitely intimidated the young esper during its first mission running with the Mavericks, it had gotten used to their more unique and vibrant forms of expression, and gradually grew to respect their way of handling monsters. The same went for the GEMINIs, but this week, it was time to alternate between the two. It hummed as it acknowledged the leader's instructions. 

Casting a glance around, it didn't take long for the armored sentinel to notice the youngest person in their midst. A child, actually. A bubble of concern immediately rose within the Protector, but not before reminding itself that the people present were all either espers or very-well capable of handling themselves. The nursery teacher rationalized this fairly quickly. After all, it would not deign to underestimate a child, no matter who they were. 


[color=#66b2b2][i]"Hello, there."[/i][/color] A deep, gravelly voice rumbled kindly from inside the hunk of armor, offering its hand to the boy for a good old-fashioned handshake.[color=#66b2b2][i]"I go by the Protector. May I have your name as well?"[/i][/color][/indent]

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