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I don't have much hope of being pick but...

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Name:Clair Overlord
Mental Information (Overview, any noticable quirks):A quiet girl who play dating sim games and has dreams of ruling the world. Prone to manic laughing and saying 'just as planed' and 'I can see the ending'.
Physical Information (Overview, any noticible deformities):Brown hair and eyes, glasses wearing girl who dressed formally.
Biography:A straight A student who was born in Hell, Michigan. She grew disappointed with the world day by day until one day she vowed to rule it and set it right.

Distribution of Protagonistium (2 vials worth, enough to noticeably increase 2 of their traits):
Reflex Center:=
Musclular System:=
Bone Structure:=
Logical Center:+
Sympathy Center:+
Appendix Generation of Preposterium:=

[Spinal_Taper]

In a sterile laboratory...

The coated man watches you for a moment, before nodding.
"Good. Looks like you're all awake. At least awake enough to understand me."
The haze of unconsciousness has faded away from your eyes, letting you see him in detail for the first time. It's not like there's all that much to look at, however, he's thin as a rail, somewhat tall, and gangly. His arms seem too long for his body, and they're constantly moving, adjusting equipment, correcting rimless, rectangular, glasses, or simply tapping them on his leg. Occasionally, his hands move up to wipe his unkempt auburn-red hair out of his face.
"Oh, yes, if you have any questions, I can try and answer them for you while I take some readings. But, also, you guys have got to be fast. You'll have to leave as soon as I'm finished here, to go get equipped. So, if you could wait to get and know each other until you're on the plane, that'd be great."
With that, he turns around to face a terminal, tapping on the keyboard, pausing occasionally to glance up at the screen and write down on a notepad.

[Chink]

Enquire as to what equipment will be available to us, and how much of it. Then speak to the others, making sure to highlight my own intellect.

[Xanmyral]

Alex tried to give the lab a closer look, giving a cough into the crook of his elbow. After a moment, he started popping joints as he finished up looking around. "Leave? So soon? Eh." Sounding annoyed at first soon degraded into apathy. "Who are you?" Alex stated bluntly, the question directed at the coated man.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"...Mph? Where are we? What's going on?"

((How much of this is ignorance and how much grogginess?))

[Spinal_Taper]

Enquire as to what equipment will be available to us, and how much of it. Then speak to the others, making sure to highlight my own intellect.

"Well, I think you're classified as special forces, so you'll be able to choose from a lot of guns. Probrably some knives too. I don't really know, that's not my area."

Alex tried to give the lab a closer look, giving a cough into the crook of his elbow. After a moment, he started popping joints as he finished up looking around. "Leave? So soon? Eh." Sounding annoyed at first soon degraded into apathy. "Who are you?" Alex stated bluntly, the question directed at the coated man.

"Me? Oh, I'm just a lab assistant. Nothing too special."

"...Mph? Where are we? What's going on?"

((How much of this is ignorance and how much grogginess?))

"Oh, so you weren't awake. Well, you've got some elements in you that make you stronger, faster, or smarter than a normal person. We want to investigate those elements, so we're sending you out to fight for us."

[Remuthra]

"*COUGHCOUGH* Shouldn't we be getting some equipment or something? I left my guitar somewhere."

[Xanmyral]

"Assistant? Where's the main guy?" Alex glanced over at the other three, puzzled for a moment as he tried to recall vague memories. "Where are we being shipped to again? Some suspicious socialist shindig in the south?" McPherson attempts to stand if he was sitting, or if not just stretches.

[Chink]

Ask the man how long it will be until we arrive.

[OREOSOME]

PTW.

[Spinal_Taper]

"*COUGHCOUGH* Shouldn't we be getting some equipment or something? I left my guitar somewhere."

"We'll get you equipped as soon as you get out of the labs."

"Assistant? Where's the main guy?" Alex glanced over at the other three, puzzled for a moment as he tried to recall vague memories. "Where are we being shipped to again? Some suspicious socialist shindig in the south?" McPherson attempts to stand if he was sitting, or if not just stretches.

"That'd be Dr. Baker. He's looking at some data right now, actually. That's why they sent me in instead."

Ask the man how long it will be until we arrive.

"Well, it's about 2500 miles from here to there, so once you get out of here, it's a few flights. That's why we want to get you out of here as soon as we can."

[Orange Wizard]

Follow everyone else around, trying not to get in the way or draw attention to myself, but making sure I notice everything around me.

[Chink]

Silently observe.

[Xanmyral]

"Right... So this Protagonistium stuff. What exactly is up with that? Blue, liquid... I think, comes out of protagonists... Any idea how it came to be in us average joes?"

[Spinal_Taper]

"Right... So this Protagonistium stuff. What exactly is up with that? Blue, liquid... I think, comes out of protagonists... Any idea how it came to be in us average joes?"

"That's exactly why we're sending you out. We have no clue."