[centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/NWNGAS2.jpeg[/img][/centre][centre][colour=61DE2A][h3][b]Tyler Harven[/b][/h3][/colour][/centre][centre][colour=61DE2A][b]Scratch[/b][/colour][/centre][hr]
The first day went... fine, all things considered. Not perfect, but that was to be expected with a group like this one. They actually did better than a lot of newbies he’d witnessed in action. Now, at least, Tyler had a better idea of how to do his job here. The adjustment period was going to have to be short. There wasn’t much point in wasting time on unnecessary things.

Tyler sighed.

He could really do without people calling him a kid, though. Short though he may be, he was still technically an adult, even if he didn’t exactly look like one. It wasn’t his fault he had a total babyface. He wished he could blame it on that [i]thing[/i], but he knew better than that.

He’d just blame it on his parents instead. Not like they could protest.

[colour=61DE2A][i]Ｈｕｎｇｒｙ．．．[/i][/colour]

Yeah. That too.

Tyler sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Two months later, and he was still no closer to an answer than he was before. There was only so much time he had to come up with [i]something[/i], and he was still lost. Disappointing, but not surprising in the least. He wasn’t in a rush, even if it was better to come up with something now instead of waiting however long it would take to get back to how he used to be. His current method was unsustainable and absolutely going to backfire on him sooner or later.

There wasn’t a chance that he’d wait for that. He had stuff to do.

But first, breakfast.

... [i]Sigh.[/i] He didn't even know if anyone was going to be there.

The breakroom wasn’t empty when Tyler arrived. There were only three other people at the moment. One was Lightning Girl, if he was remembering her name right. The others were...

... what?

Why was there a fentanyl-addict Phenomaman standing in the room? Obviously, it wasn’t the real deal. Disregarding the fact that Phenomaman [i]probably[/i] would have recognised him, he knew the guy too well to confuse him with a lookalike. It was almost shocking enough for him to miss the other one.

Hm. Another member of the Phoenix Program, it seemed. Neat. He wouldn't have to go looking for people, then.

He ignored the ceaseless scratching in his head. His co-workers were off-limits. Besides, it wasn’t his problem to judge. Yet.

[colour=61DE2A]“Good morning, Lighting Girl.”[/colour]

After that brief greeting, he turned to the others, Blackstar particularly. He was far too lucid to interact with the Phenomaguy.

[colour=61DE2A]“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Tyler, dispatch.”[/colour]