Sooo...Meet-y

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

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[bestgaujo-ever.livejournal.com]

--And people said Spike had weird hair. At least his just floofed around all by itself and was green in general, it wasn't some-- weird. Point. Thing. Not that he wasn't used to weird hair. He was just sayin'.

He gave Kazuya a nod of greeting, as was generally kosher, but not without eying him warily. Spike wasn't a jumpy person by nature, but a situation like this, maybe he was just a wee bit confused. "That how all the newbies are greeted?" he asked, after a pause, a bit mumbled around the cigarette, possibly referring to things involving weird space goo. "Or are we just a special bunch?"

[demonicgene.livejournal.com]

Kazuya will have Spike know that his hair was natural. At least his hair didn't have two points like a Wolverine wannabe gone wrong, framing an otherwise bald head, like his father's, or a three foot long mustache that looked like a Wolverine wannabe gone stupid. Part of the curse of his family apparently.

"Hard to say," Kazuya said, still rather confused about the place as well. "I was brought in last time. We didn't get any kind of explanation. Just thrust into a mob of cannibalistic undead mutants."

[bestgaujo-ever.livejournal.com]

Well, that's what you got, Kazuya. That's what you got from being in Tekken. Still, there you had it. The two could have started up some kind of weird-ass natural hair club. It might have worked out in their favor.

It was that statement that had caught his attention, though, maybe something about 'cannibalistic undead MUTANTS' that just seemed a little OFF to him, he couldn't say way. The cigarette automatically drooped in his lips, eyebrows carefully furrowing back at the other man. "Wow, really is a special occasion. So might I be reminded again: What the HELL?"

[demonicgene.livejournal.com]

Kazuya chuckled slightly. Yea, this guy reminded him a lot of himself. The green jew-fro aside (though you have to admit, the weird-ass natural hair did score them some hot chicas), this guy looked to be rather swift on his feet, and limber to boot. Something told Kazuya that Spike had been in his fair share of scraps in the past.

This would be interesting indeed.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Kazuya extended a gloved hand toward the other man. "Kazuya Mishima. You?"