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[u][color=A52A2A]Date/Time:[/color] November 11th, 2022[/u]
[u][color=A52A2A]Location:[/color]En-route to the Museum of Parahuman History[/u]
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Lito was heavily reconsidering his choices recently before he even realized what was happening, he and several others were shoved into a vehicle and they were off to their first mission. This was insane, right? To shove them into the field on day one. Most of them had little to no training. Sitting in the car the red-head was practically rubbing his wrist raw, silently hoping nobody would speak to him, but knowing he was likely not going to get his wish. 

He had spent so much time focusing on not making eye contact with anyone else in the car he was in that he jumped a little in his seat when one of his vehicle mates started speaking. A rather tough looking female in an impressive set of armor. They seemed to be attempting to ease the other’s nerves but the attack on the museum was not what was making Lito nervous. He was more okay with dealing with villains than he was with interacting with other people. The female continued speaking introducing themselves and letting them know their powers. Ending with asking what the others in the car can do. 

Lito sat quietly for a moment but when nobody else seemed to speak up right away he simply pricked his finger with the spiked ring that was a part of his cape outfit, allowing the blood to flow out he covered the pricked finger with the blood and hardened it raising his finger for the others to see. [color=A52A2A]“Um, I can harden my own blood into various weapons and tools.”[/color] He didn’t speak very loudly and his voice was hoarse as if he didn’t speak much. He spent a moment turning the blood that was hardened on his finger into a small needle. [color=A52A2A]“Swords, shields, armor, that kinda thing.”[/color] He was focused more on his finger than he was the others in the car so he had no way of knowing they might be thinking about his power. [color=A52A2A]“Um, my cape name is Bloodlet…”[/color] He added, finally looking up from his hand, as the needle that was once there morphed to scab over the small hole in his finger. His wiry frame tensed quite a bit as he did so. He really didn’t want to see the other’s faces but he knew if they were to work together they would have to get over the ick factor of his power. 

Lito really hoped that he gave a good enough explanation of his powers. He didn’t feel like answering any subsequent questions. Talking about his power made him uncomfortable. Let's be honest, talking in general made him nervous. That fact would be obvious to anyone in the car.