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]

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?"