Chickey

Charles started to sound solemn as he replied to Sofia. He looked to the floor as he talked. "I'll have spat in the bacon mouth and egg eyed face of breakfast in that case. It's pure sacrilege. My smiley face bacon mouth will turn to a frown. It will ask me: Why Charles... why didn't you eat me at the right time? Why have you betrayed us? Why don't my egg eyes get to see the sunshine as I pass on Charles? All my breakfasty life all I drempt of was to be eaten while I see the rising sun. And you can't even provide me with that Charles. And... and I wont know what to say back to comfort my plate of bacon and eggs..." He said, looking like he was on the verge of tears before he broke his sad facade into a smirk and then sat back in his chair. "Rip breakfast."

After a few moments, Charles finally spoke. "I'm gonna miss the sunshine and breakfast, but I've had to go nocturnal on assignments in the past. This ain't much different from that, so yeah, I'll have a go at it." Charles replied. "Though I'd like to have a schedule to write down for reference if we ever get one of those mate." He added at Mason before leaning back and waiting while wondering what would be next in the conversation.

Charles fired one last shot before hearing the announcement. He looked over to Lenaria and tipped his hat before picking up his rifle and phone and walking towards the Sparring Area. He put the safety on and slung it around his back. Due to the name, Charles figured there could be really only one reason that they were all being brought there: To fight. Though he wasn't too excited at the thought of that. Fighting power users in close quarters was out of his comfort zone. Even though he is an expert hand to hand fighter, power users never tended to just fight truly hand to hand for obvious reasons. After a few minutes he walked into the room, taking a good look at his surroundings as he did so. He gave a wave to the three in the room before sitting down. "G'day mates." He commented, figuring that would suffice for now.

Charles leaned away from his gun after taking a shot and tipped his hat to Lenaria. "Thanks mate." He said. "Not a bad piece you got yourself there either." He added. Charles brought the paper target up for him to inspect from the range via the button. He had shot about eight rounds by now, however all that showed up on the target was one bullet sized hole right on the bullseye. The only explanation was that every shot after the first had passed through the same hole. He gave a grin and pinned a new target on and sent it back to the end of the range. Charles shouldered his rifle and continued firing.

Charles watched the two leave with a rather disappointed expression. "What a bunch of drongos, goin' to bed so early and missing out on all the fun." He said as he got up from his seat and stretched. He put away his notebook and picked up his coffee cup. "Welp, I'll be upstairs now if anyone needs me. Toodles." He said as he walked back over to his room. He washed out his mug and placed it on a shelf before walking over to the duffel bag. He pulled out his rifle and propped it up on his shoulder and walked over to the elevator, humming a song as he waited for the door. Charles got in and took it back up to the main room. He got out and walked over to the map on the wall. He pulled out his notebook and did a quick sketch next to what appeared to be the living quarters downstairs. He labeled most of bedrooms with other member's names that he saw go into them. After finishing his sketch of the upstairs he put his notebook away. "Trainin' wing sounds lovely..." He muttered to himself as he walked over to the entrance. He grew a small grin as the doors opened to reveal the facility. He didn't pay attention to much besides the shooting range. He set up shop by the range with his rifle and pulled out his phone and some other equipment. He ran a playlist of music to listen to as he shot from his phone, starting with 'Men At Work - Down Under.'

Charles kept calm, anticipating the reaction since he knocked the pen over. He gave a laugh and wiped his eyes to return them to normal. Pulling his notebook back up, he simply wrote down: 'Sleepy Eyes doesn't like jokes. Probably checks most of her books out from the non-physics section after waking up on the wrong side of the ceiling.' below her name on a list of everyone in the room, mumbling it out loud as he wrote. He looked back over to Sofia and the rest of the group. Sofia brought up smells and how she thought I was familiar. It's likely that she's a power user who has a knack for smelling then. But now the question is which one. He thought, waiting for someone to say something.

Charles gave a chuckle when Sam spoke. "Well you heard it here first folks. The ole tele remote now falls upward when you let go because Midnight Sammy can do a twirleroo on her fingers." He said as he pushed off a pen from his chair and onto the floor. He stared as it rolled off over to a wall with a look of mock shock. "Oh... well shit, looks like it still works mate. I thought physics were bloody false now..." He said sarcastically.

Charles polished off his coffee and looked over to the new person. "Seems someone has been dipping their Macca's Mcnuggets in Tardy Sauce on the way here." He said. He could barely bring himself to say his own name again at this point, but he knew he had to. "Charles Wallasey Foss is the name. Seems you and I come from the same Area mate." He added, watching to see if she would do anything to give away her powers. He traveled in and out of Area 10 every once in a while, but for the most part he didn't come into contact with many of it's members besides the Director and the other higher ups.

Vampire and a Siren... looks like the skills haven't dulled quite yet. We're two for two so far. He thought before pulling out a small leather notebook from his pocket and took notes as he finished his coffee. Figuring he had to say something after Lenaria's speech he eventually spoke. "I'm Charles Wallasey Foss, but I think I'm just beating a dead horse at this point with the name since you blokes all know by now." He started with a chuckle. "I was in the military as a sniper for three years back in Australia before my mates in Area 10 picked me up. I have no supernatural powers, but I do have a very specific set of skills, mostly based around tracking, capturing, or killing other power users." He explained, stopping for a few seconds before adding. "Also, if we get stuck in the woods I could make a campfire to get some s'mores and stuff going." Charles was never someone who wanted to reveal a whole lot so soon, but he figured he shouldn't leave them in the dark about everything either.

"Yeah, no wolves, but we do have kangaroos and koalas. Some really big spiders too." Charles replied to Sam. "Though I do travel enough to have seen wolves in my day mate. They're easily on the list of my favorite animals." He finished before hearing Masun. He gave a clap before raising his hand for a moment like a child in school. "Question. Who exactly are 'they' mate? And if you gathered us all here I can only image you have somethin' more to say than that. Have you found out how to take these said hinges off? And what will you do with them once they are off?" He asked, trying to sound as mock professional as he could.

"Well you got yourself a deal there with the Wolves, Midnight Sammy." Charles said as he shook her hand and then sat back in his chair. "Names Charles Wallasey Foss, but it seems I'm Crocodile Dundee." He added before thinking and taking another sip of his coffee. Well that clears that up. Midnight Sammy here is a Lunar Mage. The only one I'm not sure on now is Auria.

"All of the above and then some would be my answer mate. When it comes to animals, I skin what I kill, I eat what I kill, and I have a good time doin' it. Besides that it keeps the population down, you learn some survival skills, passes the time, lets you see new places, and it's simply just been my way of life since I was just a lad. My father was a hunter, and his father, and his father before him, yadda yadda, you know where I'm going with this." Charles explained.

Not quite as revealing as I had hoped... Charles thought before replying. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Auria Chan." He said, taking a sip of his coffee again afterwards. "Weeeeelllll, I don't hunt housekittys if that's what you mean. But I have nabbed a few lions in my day, cheetahs, cougars, and leopards too." Charles explained, trying to think of any other way to discern her powers without sounding obvious, but sadly came up short for now. Not to mention the fifteen minutes Masun gave them would be up soon if he was keeping track correctly.

Charles gave a friendly wave to Auria and took another sip, checking his watch and turning the timer off before looking back up to her. "Glad to see you made it in time mate, hopefully sleepy eyes up there didn't pass out." He said with a chuckle before he pointed over to the coffee machine. "They got a machine over there if a cup a Joe is what you want. It's pretty good too, I have one of those press things and gourmet beans back home. And this... this compares pretty well for machine coffee. They even have paper cups if you didn't bring your own mug too." He explained, buying time to analyse her a bit more. She looked pretty young, probably still in her teens. And from his experience younger members are usually a lot older than they look. But so far she seemed to speak and have the personality a teenager would instead of an immortal. So Charles figured she must be some sort of an exception to his stereotype. He began to ponder as he waited for a response. Sleepy Eyes is some sort of mage, but what. are. you. If I didn't smell blood when she first walked in to use the bathrooms, but did when she came out wouldn't that mean she did that wound to herself? If it was that fresh and healed so fast even before Sleepy Eyes worked her magic she has to have advanced healing. The wound didn't seem vampiric, so we can cross that one off the list. It seemed more like they were trying to get the meat instead of the blood. Cannibal, Zombie, Wendigo, Ghoul, and Lycanthrope are all possible. But only Lycanthropes and Ghouls are known to have advanced healing... Still not quite enough information... Charles thought, finishing his mental notes and taking another sip. His curiosity eventually got the best of him, and he thought up a simple test to be sure. "Since I didn't get to introduce myself before, my name's Charles Wallasey Foss. Despite the mug, I'm a bit more of a hunter usually. But nowadays I do a bit more than just regular hunting." He explained with a chuckle. "But on the topic of regular hunting, I'm curious, what's your favorite animal mate? I'm a bit more of a Ball Python kinda guy myself." He asked. C'mon mate, wolf or hyena, make it easy for me and pick one of those two. Charles thought as he waited.

"Aye aye Cap'n. Fifteen minutes it is." He said as he set his chronograph as Masun walked away. He gave a nod as Lenaria walked away. Charles got up and walked over to the two at the other side of the room, taking a closer look at them as he did. He didn't get much out of it besides the now silvery wound on the girls arm. He took more mental notes before speaking. "Oi. Boss man says that we all gotta meet at the lounge in the livings quarters in fifteen minutes. I presume you two Sheilas can make it there without me holdin' your hands so I'm gonna buzz off." He said, making it quick before taking the elevator to the living quarters. He got out of the elevator and swiped his card through the security checkpoint. A rather excited look crossed his face as he took a good look at the lounge, seeing the holy coffee machine like it was godsend off in the corner. Charles made his way to his room, noticing it by his placard on the first room upwards and opened the door. His room was the same as everyone elses so far, except for very large boxes that sat in the middle of the room. He had mailed over some of his belongings in advanced a week back. Charles took the duffel bag off his back and laid it out on the bed. He unzipped it to reveal his rifle inside, but instead of grabbing it he fished around until he pulled a coffee cup up from it's depths. Not wanting to waste any more time, he left the room, closing the door behind him and walked back over to the lounge. Charles eagerly made his way to the machine and filled his mug up with anything he could as fast as possible before sitting down on a chair in the middle of the room. He had a rather pleased look on his face now as he took a sip. It appeared that Charles is rather easy entertained. The mug he held was rather normal. It was an all white coffee mug with "#1 Marksman" printed on the side in big bold red letters. Besides that it seemed to be vacant until he took a sip. For someone with a knack for noticing things "Awarded to Charles Wallasey Foss for placing first in 2010 Australian Cup Shooting Event Finals" could be seen stamped under the mug in small gold lettering.

Charles twirled the key in between his fingers as Lenaria worked her magic. The revelation of what she was came to him as soon as he felt the inclination to do the same that the guard was doing. Siren He thought, taking a mental note. He stopped twirling the key and flicked it over to the guard with a entertained expression on his face. "Very impressive mate, I'll have to call you Silvertongue Sarris." He said as he leaned back in his chair. He looked around, adjusting his sunglasses and taking a few moments to think to himself. Matchstick Murray here isn't human from what he said, enhanced reflexes and red eyes lead to likelihood of being a bloody vampire. But can't be sure yet. Silvertongue Sarris has to be a Siren. And the doppleganger says he's a Kitsune... He thought before looking at the people sitting across the room. I couldn't faintly smell blood in the room until Hoody showed up. Human like blood from the smell of it too. And since Robecape is taking an interest on her arm it seems it's definitely her. Robecape seems to be the sleepy type, but not sure about anything else besides that. Robes are usually magical though. Goin' to need some more info for them. He finished thinking, turning back to Masun, Otonashi and Lenaria.

Charles turned his attention away from the TV and over to Masun. He sat back and watched, looking genuinely entertained. As soon as the matchsticks fell into place he started clapping. "Well that clears that up don't it?" He commented with a grin and a slight laugh. "I've got a proposal mate, If I'm Crocodile Dundee you're Matchstick Murray? To think we're only a few minutes in and we already have bloody codenames. Now that's progress If I've ever seen it." Charles said in a serious tone before looking over to Lenaria. "Since me and my new best friend here are hitting it off so well, how about you show us what you can do?" He asked.

Charles gave a laugh. "Crocodile Dundee... Can't say it's the most original, but still a good one none the less mate." He started, still sounding rather carefree. "But I already knew you can't just be an angry man there. You're a drinker mate, and you have been drinkin' all night. I don't know bout you, but angry drunk men trying to get revenge over a joke don't scare me much in this situation." He explained, now looking up at the movie as he talked. "So... now we come to the next question. How confident am I with my abilities? I think I can say I'm comfortable enough to not walk on eggshells the entire time I'm talking to one." Charles finished. "Thanks for lookin' out for me mate. Since you were so generous I think I'll extend you a similar question. How confident are you in your own abilities with all that booze in your system?"

"Ahhhh well that makes more sense... Konnichiwa seemed more like a girls name mate." He continued his facade before with a chuckle and turned to Lenaria. "Bingo, very perceptive, I'm impressed. But then again most people get that impression of me rather quick due to the accent... I hail from Jabiru, Northern Australia." He clarified. "I travel a lot though, my goal is to see as much of the world as possible. Can't say this has been my first time to America. But I can say this will be my first extended stay."

Charles stared for a few moments as his brain tried to decipher what he said. It definitely sounded Japanese based on what he heard on his own trips to Japan, but he didn't come in contact with the people enough to be familiar with the language. Though he did hear that phrase before to know what it meant. In order to get a laugh he attempted to be as wrong as possible now to see what Masun would do. "Say there... Konnichiwa, you don't happen to be one of those... uhhhh... what do they call em..." Charles started as he snapped his fingers and tried to remember. "Ah! You aren't one of those weeb people from the computers I hear about are ya mate? With the tentacles and the cartoons and stuff?" He asked, a small grin on his face. At this point he was just trying to be intentionally stupid. "I mean, whatever floats ya boat. Good on ya for liking what ya like mate. Not exactly my cup of coffee personally. I'm a simple man... I like cake." He finished. "Though back to brass tacks. My name's Charles Wallasey Foss. Charlie, Wallace, Wallaby, Foss, Sir Chärles Von Fossberg, Mr. Foss, DJ Fozz and Foss-chan are all applicable. But Charles tends to work the best. You can even call me Suzy if ya like."

Charles thought for a moment before speaking. "Well there better be a bloody coffee machine too or I'll pass out on some of these missions. I even brought my favorite mug with me..." Charles added. He noticed Lenaria off in the distance and gave a wave. "G'day mate. I hope you didn't come for cake too or you'll be disappointed. Turns out there isn't any. I'm not sure which bogan runs the American division but they clearly forgot the importance of first impressions" He said as serious as he could as a joke before turning to the Tv for a few moments and then back to Masun. "So you got a name? Unless you want me to call you a bogan too?"

Charles had been driving his Range Rover for what felt like a day now since the airport. At this point he was surviving on pure adrenaline and caffeine. Thankfully the map on his smartphone attached to the dashboard was saying he was getting close now. The Stranglers - Golden Brown was playing on the radio as he drove into what appeared to be an airport complex. Charles happily sang along like a pro as he made a few turns. "Golden brown, texture like sun. Lays me down, with my mind she runs. Throughout the night, no need to fight. Neeever a frown, with golden brown." He saw a small white building in the distance and drove up. The GPS App interrupted his thought process with the robotic. "You have arrived at your destination" Charles parked outside and turned off the car. He batted at two fuzzy dice on his rear view mirror and still sang along with himself even without the music. He got out and walked over to the back of the car. "Every time just like the last. On her ship tied to the mast. To distant lands. Takes both my hands. Never a frrooown, with golden brown." Charles popped the back door open and began to open a multitude of cases and storage containers. He grabbed a army green rifle sized duffle bag and slung it around his back by a sling, he holstered his revolver, and then sheathed his Bowie knife. By definition, Charles was now war ready. He pocketed a bit of ammunition and closed the door. Charles grabbed his phone from the front of the car and then locked the vehicle and walked over to the door. He prepared himself with a sigh and then opened the door, but only saw a single old woman typing away. He hummed and slowly walked over to the elevator. Charles typed in the orders he remembered from a message on his phone earlier and took it downstairs. The transfer message he received wasn't something he was all too excited about doing, however he always did like a good adventure so he tried to keep himself open-minded. After a bit of waiting he finally arrived. With a ding the elevator opened and his trip was finally completed. Charles stepped out of the elevator and looked around. He appeared to be one of the first people to arrive besides the man setting on the recliner. "Well... this is quite the welcoming party" Charles joked sarcastically for small-talk as he made his way over to a couch and sat down. "I gotta say though mate, I was really hoping for a cake." He continued.

"Oh you spoil me." Misha said with a chuckle as he pulled out his wallet and counted out a thousand notes. He placed it on the counter and went back to sipping on his juice box. "I must thank you for your hospitality. Usually people aren't quite this nice with firearms and feuds going on outside and in their place of buisness." He added. "But this... this was rather pleasant for a change." Misha finished.

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Misha took another sip of his juice box. "That should do for now... How much ya want for it?" He said as he leaned up on the counter next to the assault rifle. "Might have to put it on my card however. Hopefully you got a card swipe-y thingy or whatever." Misha continued as he watched the group enter the store.