You are released from your cells, equipped with your personal effects or assigned equipment and brought to a convention hall to receive your orders. SGT Nick Banner stands in the stage area and at last speaks up.

 "Alright, lets get this over with. I don't think this is a good idea, but orders are orders,so I have to oversee this circus. By now you should all know the deal. You complete the mission, you get time off your sentences, you disobey my orders and boom. Now, I'll let you introduce yourselves to the group or ask any questions before I tell you what we'll be having you do today."

"Alright, lets get this over with. I don't think this is a good idea, but orders are orders,so I have to oversee this circus."

At the edge of the group, a stream of thin smoke drifted into the air from Reign's smoke. The smoke reeked of age, stale, its brown wrapper light and dull especially against Reign's own skin that caught every shift of day's light. It was the way of his kind to shine, his celestial heritage often noticed but unknown. Yet as far as angelic beings appeared, he seemed as though he would not react...positively to such a comment.

One almost-taloned hand - wrapped in a fingerless glove - held the thin cigar in one hand while the other drapped over the stock of a musket. The firearm rested on his shoulder, craddling the nook of his neck up against the rune etched into his skin.

"By now you should all know the deal. You complete the mission, you get time off your sentences, you disobey my orders and boom."
Conveniently Reign felt that rune itching like the reaper's hungry scythe. Just beneath his necklace, just beneath the pair of goggles he kept down for now. For now his golden gaze was not cast at the speaker, but down at the ground. Listening. Observing. Enjoying his delicious smoke. It would have been tastier if he could have been sharing it with his pops.

Maybe by the time this was done with this shit, he could.

"Now, I'll let you introduce yourselves to the group or ask any questions before I tell you what we'll be having you do today."

Introduce ourselves, Reign thought, As though we didn't know each other well enough by now. Reign was quiet, but certainly not shy. His words were kept curt, quick, sometimes with an unpredictable snap behind the syllables. He'd mixed words with that goblin, and that one with the fox on his neck. And then there was also that Winterwood, their voice as scratchy as a bare branch in the winter wind.

Reign didn't expect a group of toughs would be one to make proper introductions, not like the etiquette of the Great Aasimar Houses. He knew those ways once.

Without lifting his head, or even his eyes, Reign lifted his voice.

"Reign."

He tipped his musket into the air.

"Pleasure."
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 18:34, Thu 22 Apr 2021.

“My name is Mike.”

Mike was busy putting on his clothes as sexy as possible.

Not very sexy. Unless a hairy 40 year old dad bod is your thing.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:56, Thu 22 Apr 2021.