[b][i]Reinhard 'Tenno' Martin[/i][/b]

Tenno needed nuyen to live, and had been steadily regaining a measure of ambition, or just a will to live so that he can stick it to the Corpos. So the young man had decided to join the team of Runners going to that Mr. Johnson looking for competent people... Which he technically was. He recognized very few of the faces around him, and even then only vaguely; good - They were not too notorious. Going up to the Oni shaman, the young man, clearly not having shed the last remnants of boyhood, streached out his hand for a shake and said, "Greetings; my name is Tenno - I'm a Mystic Adept specializing in anything that requires straight-up endurance and various barriers."

As for the rest, he'd wait for them to speak up or move around, but for now, he'd try and chat up the Oni, take a few drinks and pastries, and occassionally scan the Astral and Physical planes with his 'special eyes' just to make sure there was no surprise treachery or ambush - Or because he was bored.

With boredom came a slight simmer of anger, anger that the Flux State had not succeeded in defending itself long enough against the enemy, anger that at the end of the day, mutual aid and co-operative networks of defense weren't enough. That the Corpos had won just like they always had. That he had to work for them in order to stick it to them; irony of ironies.

And underneath it all was the memory of torment. Of years in Saeder-Krupp's clutches and being subjected to their sadistic whims. But he was no edgelord, not yet; he'd put up a brave face for his fellow Runners, smile and nod and try and be friends. Like them, so he can be liked in turn.

Then maybe there can be some redemption for him, redemption for his failures and that time when he had accepted his captors' power over him, that they had broken him.

That was something he did not want to acknowledge had ever happened.

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