As Adam walked towards the wooden gate, he took a moment to wonder if anyone else from the group had even bothered to listen to him. He never felt like he was the best at speeches, but the logic was sound, so that had to help, right? The woman with the long, light-brown hair next to him seemed to want to help somehow with the evacuation, but he didn't know about the rest. Then the man noticed an aura around him that wasn't there before. It wasn't the strangest thing that had happened today, but Adam had to wonder how long it had been there for. Was it some kind of thing that appears when someone decides to fight here? Wherever "here" was, anyway. No, that wasn't right, because the "commander" didn't have one and he-

The thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his shoulder and the words "let's do this." Adam was slightly startled for a moment; he had been too deep within his own mind to expect that, and told himself to be more alert when the fighting started. Looking at the source of those words, he saw a woman who was frankly not bad looking. [i]"Scared easily and my pants are wet, great first impression,"[/i] the man thought as his cheeks unconsciously turned a light shade of red, [i]"first person who's been nice to me since I died though."[/i] Adam smiled at the woman and responded with a sincere "of course." He wanted to talk to her more, but he saw three more people join their ragtag group. It would be good to know everyone he'd be fighting with, plus it'd be rude to just ignore them.

As Arthur, Zell and James introduced themselves, Adam noted the latter's point about his "hocus pocus" and began thinking once again. [i]"One mystery solved, and that's certainly useful. Maybe we all have some kind of power? Best to figure that out after I follow everyone's lead though."[/i] "I'm Adam," he said respectfully to everyone, "nice to meet all of you, and thanks for helping." Turning to face the blonde-haired woman again, he continued. "I don't think I got-" Before the man could ask for MacKensie's name, Adam was interrupted by a yell:

[b]"Let's go motherfuckers!" [/b]

Caught off guard by Zell's declaration, the non-swearing man reluctantly decided that he could wait on her name. "Uh, I guess we're fighting now. Good luck everyone, and please be careful."