[center][h1][color=#FFBF00]Milton[/color][color=1b1464] [color=#26619c]Bertel[/color][/color][/h1][/center]
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Milton's head perked up at the sight of new faces in the room. Many of whom had unique features to each of them. Especially the man made out of metal. [color=#FFBF00]"He's not made out of metal! He's wearing armor, you dolt."[/color] His lady whispered to him. She whacked him with her porcelain hand. Though other than that, everyone looked normal. To him, anyways. His lady glared at every person that entered the room.

Milton's attention was caught by the person who called him in, with good manners and blue hair, but the man introduced himself as Nevyn, The Orchestrator. There was a moment when Milton wanted to speak up, but his lady pinched his hand. [color=#FFBF00]"Let him finish,"[/color] With that, he did. It was for a good reason as well. [color=#26619c]"Ngaah? You want us to capture or kill this lady?"[/color] Milton said in confusion. Even though there was a group of people he would be working with; he was talking about debutante and himself.

The doll in his hand 'spoke' with the agreement. [color=#FFBF00]"I agree; if you think we can fight, you're sorely mistaken."[/color] However, Milton knew that they had little choice anyway. [color=#FFBF00]"Though, we'll try to assist with the extent of our abilities." [/color]They accepted the invitation after all. It would be rude to use an expensive ticket and leave without good reason. Another factor was also a part of Milton's reasoning, but that didn't matter now.

However, his assistant didn't seem to press his lady. After the doll stared at the assistant for a hard minute, she turned. [color=#FFBF00]"Let us go, Milton."[/color] Milton leaned forward and nodded in agreement. There was no point in staying after they had received a directive. However, the stuff in the locker room was... a bit much. For his lady, at least. [color=#FFBF00]"Do they have no sense of fashion? What hideous design. Milton, we're taking these clothes!"[/color] Milton jumped, [color=#26619c]"Ngah? Okay."[/color] Without as much compliance, he stuffed the clothes into his bag. He brought his sewing equipment with him so he could do that much.

The only thing left was the Anima itself. Milton stared at it for a while before closing the locker. He did not need such a thing. After all, he had his lady. With her around, Milton felt he could do anything in the world.

There was much time to reflect after he sat himself down in the back of the vehicle. [color=#26619c]"All of the things happened today, right, my lady?"[/color] Despite everything that happened, Milton held no strong feelings. Sure, it was a surprise to be invited to a security team, sure it was a surprise that they were sent to kill someone, sure it was a surprise that he would have worked with strangers, but that was fine. After all, it was good to take a walk outside the house.