Time for a recruitment, wouldn't you say? (Open to ALL Knightwatch Members)

Campeon blows out the candles on his cake and sets it down on the warehouse floor and when there is a space during The Ranger's speech he lifts his duffle bag and drops it down onto the warehouse floor. When it impacts the floor a rather notable plume of dust rises from the impact. Maybe its kinda heavy? He smiles and nods as each of the others enters the ware house. To each of them he offers a smile and a wave to each. Sizing them all up and attempting to make a guess as to why there were here. It was all rather mysterious and it made things interesting for Campeon, they all seemed rather mundane with the exception of the one with the wings and the one that rose from coffin, slightly less mundane in appearance but no less mysterious. Who knows? They could fire flaming tigers from their eyes for all that he knows. Campeon shrugs as he thinks about this he takes a seat on his duffle bag with his hands knitted together, listening rather attentively.

"This seems pretty good." He thought to himself, he stood and unzipped his dufflebag, retrieving a handful of paper plates and a cake knife. As he was bent over the winged man flew down and began speaking. Campeon realised he missed the flight as he turned around with a slight frown “Hopefully I can see him pull that trick again later” He thinks to himself as he sits down on the dufflebag and he begins slicing up the cake into good sized pieces and placing them on the paper plates and occasionally glancing up to show that he is still listening. Rather serious stuff but Campeon understands that, but some levity is always needed. He goes back to the Dufflebag to retrieve some plastic forks people start responding to the offer, rather flatly and with not much interest seemingly. This bother Campeon slightly, How are we supposed to arrive something like GUN, some great organization that he heard about back home in Puerto Rico, with apathy and lukewarm responses.

Campeon stands and smiles with a plate and cake in hand, looking about to everyone. “Hello, I am Campeon. I would be very intrested in joining your Knightswatch Mr.Ranger. If we are to be teammates I figure that knowing some names would be nice yes? Feel free to take part in the cake by the way, nothing builds rapport like a shared meal. I find that cake increases this effect.”

Stopping a few steps away from where the man in red had landed, the technicolor being tilted his head to the side and gave the man what could only be described as a quizzical blank. To communicate through silence was far harder when dealing with Adamus, a being without expression. For most people, they read the subtle changes in expression, a nervous glance aside or the slightest twitch of the facial muscles, yet it could not be done with the being that stood there. Every movement was intentional, a planned thing devoid of impulse or irrationality. Studying the man with his unknowable gaze, Adamus had already come to a number of conclusions, not only about this man 'Ranger' but also about the group in question. The first was that they had exceeded his cultural expectations with two of the members at least understanding what he had said. Of course, both had replied in turn though Ranger's answer was the slightest bit disappointing. The biggest surprise came from the most gaudily dressed, a strange mutant with animal ears dressed like he was preparing to attend a KISS concert.

Well, that's what Adamus would have thought if he knew what KISS was.

Unfortunately, such a thought did not enter his mind. Instead, he found himself reflecting briefly on what genetic sequence would have to have occurred to produce such specific external mutations as animal ears and a tail. The first thought was of course, the obvious one. The oddly dressed man was a 'metahuman'. Just par for the course in that respect. The other possibilities were that somehow an entire race of these beings existed, though he found the chances of that to be nil. Such a random aesthetic addition to a previously existing form was not likely given nature's propensity for the logical. The ears? Perhaps, but not the tail. That was an aesthetic addition only and couldn't possibly have been the result of natural evolution.
Glancing back in the direction of their host -who he realized had been speaking this entire time- Adamus listened, listened as Ranger finished his speech. The moment of silence wasn't enough for the technicolor being to begin a response though as that opportunity was snatched by the winged man with unkept hair. He went on what Adamus assumed was meant to be a motivational tirade, some kind of advertisement as to why all those present should join. He was unimpressed. Then again, impressing a being who considers all species -sentient or other- to be beasts would be quite a feat. The various others chimed in their responses until only a silence stood.
Two of them had asked questions, one of which had been addressed his way. But before we touch on those little numbers, let us first bring up Adamus' thoughts on the comment of the man with animal ears.

He would not join a team that used lethal force? How strange. Adamus began running the numbers in his head. At final calculation, he estimated that roughly 360,000 births occurred in a day and barely half that number died. While one life was as good as the next to the anthropologist, he couldn't help but think that in the spirit of 'good' it would be better to use lethal force. Admittedly, whoever they killed would only be a drop in the bucket, but in the matter of resource consumption, such could eventually lead to a massive impact. Regardless, it mattered little to him on the grand scale and as such his response was an easily ignored hum of acknowledgement.

Moving on.

Turning to look at Ranger once more, he decided it best to address each person in turn.

"Yes, I do speak English sir, though I prefer to converse in the language by which I initially addressed you" he said, immediately directing his attention at the wolf-boy.

"Vos loquentes lingua bene" he intoned, before once more silencing himself.

Perhaps they were expecting him to make some pledge of loyalty? Some sort of grandiose statement about how he would love to join a group as prestigious at theirs. Well they would find themselves sorely disappointed. Such was not the nature of his interest, he held no loyalty to these people, no deeply held commitment. Regardless, it seemed best to acknowledge he held interest.

"I will join"

It seemed to be working, so far they were all in and the only one who truly had any questions at all was Shadow Wolf as he called himself, and his question had a very simple answer. “No, we do not kill, that is one rule that must be known upon joining Knightwatch. We decide as a group if in the situation it is absolutely necessary, and death is always a last resort we hope to never resort too. We are not criminals and so do not stoop to their level.” Ranger said having gained some more confidence now after hearing Nate’s own speech. Nate was the people person, he was better with the speeches and all of that stuff. Sure, Ranger was a lawyer in his ‘real’ or ‘other’ life; meaning when he wasn’t in costume, but that didn’t mean he was great at giving out speeches to motivate people like Nate was. He was just good with the cold hard facts.

Picking up his bow and slinging it over his shoulder, onto his back, he shook his head watching as the guy who called himself Campeon took out the cake and started to slice it up as he spoke. It seemed he was trying to lighten the mood, make everyone feel comfortable and Ranger appreciated that. It would be bad if things got off to a start on the wrong foot per say, and offering the group cake was certainly one way to lighten the mood. “I appreciate the offer Campeon, but I will have to pass as I don’t usually eat before I go off on patrol." He said as he let everyone else introduce themselves first and what not before he continued. “Speaking of which that is going to be the main ‘test’ to make it into the group. We need to see how you handle in a situation and if you are able work in a team format; you won’t always be on your own while you’re out in the field. It would be nice to know that you all will have each other’s back in a fight.”

He paused once more letting Nathaniel add onto this in whatever way he deemed fit before continuing on once more. “Now, as this is obviously a ‘large’ group, we live in an even larger city, we will be split off into two groups of four each. I will lead one group while Malus leads the other. They will consist of Me, Forcewave, Campeon, and Droplett. While the second group will consist of Malus, Maelstorm, Shadow Wolf, and (insert name of henery’s character here).” He said letting them all hear and register who they would be working with for the next couple of hours or however long patrol took. “Malus' group will take the lower section of the city while my group will take the upper section, everyone understood and ready? Any questions?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Information was given by Ranger, whom he had before, and Malus the one with the wings. The concept of this group of heroes that would be created with them as its members was presented to everybody gathered. Left with a tough decision they were. Their answers would surely leave an impact on this night. Forcewave knew almost instantly what his answer was. This was far too good of a thing to pass up, and so he had agreed. He was not the only one to do so either. Those that had gathered were also interested in joining. Though not everyone was willing to do so as others. Doubt crept up among them. One such showed this as evident. He took a stand in his utmost refusal to ever take a life even in the efforts of heroically protecting the world.

Forcewave looked at him in a fashion that made it clear he understood how this one felt to some degree. He had been doing this hero thing for over two years now and during that time had in fact claimed a few lives. Just not any human ones. They were all of the same situation though. He had been in danger of being killed and was merely fighting for his own survival. It was not something he had wanted to do. Things just happen and are often beyond one's ability to control.

He hung his head down a bit and looked away. His eyes loomed over the cake that he had no desire to eat for a second before settling on a spot on the ground about midway between Ranger and Malus. His attention was hard to grasp on where it was directed. Suddenly it was diverted to a strange voice. It came from Malus but not from him at all. Malus then pulled a gun out of his jacket and that was revealed to be the source of the voice. Forcewave looked at it with eyes widened, not because of the sheer shock of seeing such a thing be possible, but more or less because of the way it talked. The thing was, well, goofy as can be. Its mere presence just changed the feel of the place.

Forcewave was still so distracted and nearly laughing about that he almost missed the fact that Ranger was now giving out orders to the now members of the new group Knightwatch. They were being sent out on patrol as their first group assignment. The group had been split into two for this mission. Forcewave heard his name mentioned as part of the group with Ranger, as well as Campeon and Droplett. Well, at least he was familar with one of them. Things should not be too bad. He stepped forward towards Ranger to prepare for what was about to happen. He walked up to him and gave him a slight greeting. "Hey, nice seeing you again." he said rather kindly. He was prepared. That was for sure. The real problem would be managing other factors. Time will tell how he will do that.

For the most part, Pat got a weird feeling form these guys. It was obvious that most of them weren't even human, or at least he got a feeling along that effect, including the guy that continued to speak on a language that he did not fucking understand. Perhaps he should have gone with the damn Latin lessons, but then again probably would have lost interest half way through. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wear any sort of stupid tights though, considering how they were not so flattering on the male figure. Pat sure as hell was not curvy, so he was not going to wear anything that accentuated his thin frame; probably would only make the villains laugh at him at any rate.

The cake then began to call to him more than anything, its sugary embrace almost verbally calling out to him. However the sweet treat did not distract him from the talking gun that the winged dude had produced, which began to eat cake. Being the calm dude that he was Pat did not freak out; externally at any rate. Talking guns seemed fine within anime and video games, but seeing one in real life was something else. Guns were not supposed to talk, but he was proven wrong. However, if people could shoot lighting from their fingers, perhaps talking guns that ate cake was not too far fetched.

Gun aside, he still wanted that damn cake. So regardless of what the others might think of him, Pat took the cake and began to enjoy it. Apparently they would be split up, and sent off with one of the two that had orchestrated this whole get together, something that he did not mind; as long as the high and mighty Latin speaking asshole was not in his group. However, that was quickly proven to be the case. ”Well shit.” He muttered under his breath before taking the last bite of his small slice of cake, as the crumbs would land on his fingers before falling to the ground.

The others who were stuck into this unfortunate mess of a group was the young looking guy with the rather adorable wolf ears, though he was unsure if they were real or fake, as well as the winged guy with the damn talking gun. All in all he had the stranger of the two groups, with him being the only one who appeared remotely normal. With a small amount of hesitance, he stepped towards the one known as Malus, keeping his hands dug deeply into the pockets of his jeans. Something within his didn't feel right about this little assignment of theirs, but he was sure it wouldn't go too far south. If so, he was sure the option of running away was always a viable one at least. It may not sound really heroic, but then again he was not the most heroic individual to choose for a group such as this. ”I guess that means i'm with you.” he would say with a light smirk, hiding the growing reluctance.

Elle popped another bubble with her gum as her codename was called. Splitting into two, were they? She scanned the others to see who they were. None of the names stuck to her much. The only thing coming to her was that she was supposed to go with a guy named Ranger to the upper side of Chicago, and the noisy gun enjoying his cake.

What would her role be? Probably as some sort of bait and a helper in hands like Tinker Bell or something. Nice. Elle smirked by herself. At least she wasn't dressed like a fairy. Now she was glad that the coustume had been burnt. But she liked the boots too much though.

“So. When are we going to start?”

Hoepfully soon. Her skills might be getting rusty. Not that it was too great of a skill.

OOC:Last post of April for me! Toodles!

(Ugh… Bad post)

While the some of the others grabbed some cake Wolf refrained. Though he had a big sweet tooth he didn’t know what was in it, and there were a lot of things humans ate that gave him indigestion.
"Gratias agimus tibi", he responded to the strange man who had not given a name yet. No one else had asked any questions so his was answered very quickly. The first man who had spoken, Ranger, said that the members would not be killing and that if it absolutely had to happen it would be a last resort.
"If that's the case then I guess I'm in." Next he said that they were going to be tested by going out on patrol and would be split into groups. He was going to be with the winged man, Malus, Maelstrom and the strange man he had been speaking Latin with. He didn’t know what to think about where his group was going. He didn’t know Chicago well enough to know what part was better or more dangerous. Malus said that they going to go get him some cigarettes before anything else. He wasn’t too happy about that. He didn’t mind if people smoked, but they would probably be in close proximity, and their smell was brutal on his nose. Apparently there was going to be a break in at a museum, this would probably make up for the cigarette smell he would have to deal with. He loved museums, and protecting whatever artifacts there that someone wanted to steal was something he looked forward to.

Campeon sat on his duffle as he listens and glances around, occasionally he smiles and nods and waves at people as they come by to take cake. He is happy that some people have taken some of the cake, some others chose to refrain. Completely understandable, back before Campeon was Campeon his abuelo would've beat the ever living crap out of him, even if he came by sweets during camp...Oh the horror. But happily he ate. His eyes lit up and a slight smile appeared on his face at the mention of patrol, the chance of seeing what his fellow potential team mates may do. How exciting. A slightly larger smile may seen on his face at his point. He was putting some cake into his mouth as the man was the gun was approaching, he hands him the cake as asked, it was what was expected of him. What occurred next wasn’t expected. Despite the man having wings he thought the additional voice was just a ventriloquist routine just to stir up things up. If Campeon was in his position, it would seem like a fun prank, talking oddball gun with a penchant for cake to play the goofy for the wing man’s “Straight Man”. But Campeon’s eyes lit up and a grin appeared to form around the fork in his mouth as the gun ate a slice of cake. He nearly up and fell off of the duffle bag he was seated upon. He had to be a part of this. This will prove interesting. He sets down with his cake on top of the duffle bag before walking up to Ranger with a big smile on his face, that was all the answer he needed (Plus he said he would join earlier)