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[quote=@Letter Bee]"You used to mistrust Arms Masters too, but chose to become one as a sacrifice for your country. As for myself, I gained my own Noble Arm after realizing that my previous side - The Disablers - and the Hammer of Masters were merely two ends of a cycle of revenge. I admire your willingness to put the good of others above one's personal... stances; thank you for coming to our aid." [/quote]

The Liberator gave Myron a subtle, but piercing side-eye as the thanks, which came across as quite backhanded, left Myron's lips. [color=#1FBCFF]"Mister Makaraig, with all due respect, please don't equate our service histories. I'm going to have to side with Baalphegor here- it seems like supremely bad praxis to talk about this sort of thing out in the open, especially knowing what enemy Arms Masters are capable of when they have you their sights. I'm very, very open to a mixer and getting to know everyone here, because you all seem like reasonably pleasant people, but our individual backgrounds should stay as things to be discussed in private."[/color] 

As for whatever was going on with Kaitlyn, The Liberator gleaned enough from her vitals to know that she wasn't in any danger of injury or death, and once she popped her medication, he was fully dissuaded from intervening altogether- nevermind the fact that her heart was thumping like a fucking jackrabbit's every time she looked his way. He could literally [i]smell[/i] the cortisol coming off of her like petrichor after a harsh bout of rain; she was [b]terrified[/b] of him. If this wasn't the default emotion most of his handlers displayed in front of him, he'd be pushed to feel a little worse, but part of being the best gun around was learning to be perceived as one. 

[quote=@Lewascan2]She glanced at Everett Gilman, the (in)famous Liberator, darling miracle child of America's fumblings with Occult Programming Language, and wordlessly inclined her chin. One could perhaps call her interjection a kind of olive branch to the walking advertisement for patriotic American Superiority, despite that in nearly any other setting, she might as well have been the Lex Luthor to his Superman. For now, however, they were nominal allies, and she intended to convey as much.[/quote]

Everett smiled warmly at Baalphegor- his icy blue eyes softening enough to show that he did sincerely appreciate their allyship with one another. Part of him hoped he could be friends with most of this Task Force; he'd long had his fill of overly-formal lieutenants and generals tripping over eggshells because they were afraid he'd laser them even though hadn't for a second shown that it was a reasonable thing to fear.

[quote=@Paths of Parity] More importantly, one of Myron’s statements stood out to her. She leaned slightly towards The Liberator. “You used to dislike Arms Wielders?” She asked, curious rather than judgmental. “What changed?” [/quote] 

Turning away from the group slightly and shifting his body towards her, The Liberator gave Peony most of his attention when he heard her pipe up. [color=#1FBCFF]"My responsibilities. Becoming what I used to fear forced me to look into that world- y'know, the world of Arms Masters, and it turned out that most of 'em weren't psychopaths with nukes, so to speak. They're people with a lot of hard power tied to them, but still just people in the end. There's good, there's bad, and there's gray, just like there is with those that don't have NAs."[/color] He then looked back at the group, and exerted his x-ray vision and super senses at a small scale, just to gauge how everyone here was feeling about each other and also in case they'd invited unwanted attention. [color=#1FBCFF]"What's with the guys up on the buildings? They with us?"[/color], he asked, voice casual but stern as he scanned the horizon and saw Baalphegor's security through the walls of their respective hiding spots.