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The apartment the remnants have rented in the wake of their defeat can be called many things. Modest, quant, in the process of undergoing renovations; cramped, messy, decrepit. It's nothing like home, but it makes an effort, much like how they're making an effort to return to villainy.

At least, that's what Nathan thinks of it, as he lets the sun stream in from the kitchen window to wash over his upturned face. It's pleasantly warm, compounding with the sounds of the city and the feel of grease on the counter to create an almost homely atmosphere. He's missed this.

And then there's the sound of footsteps behind him, shattering the reverie. The kettle dings behind him, signifying that the water inside has hit boiling. "You want... tea?" (Do they even have tea?)

(ping list: Scoutwolf, Jie, Necto, Tonowari ^{(for myself, mostly, because otherwise I'll forget who to ping)})

Nicander freezes, perched precariously on the counter, as Nathan starts talking. Nic stares at him with wide and wary eyes before slowly, silently removing its hand from the cookie jar and pretending that it hasn't already stuck a cookie between its teeth for safe keeping. Nic slowly crouches on the countertop, its heavy boots making a sound at the movement. It feels more confident in its curent position since it can now easily hop off and claim innocence if Nathan notices the attempt at stealing. Or permanantly borrowing; yes, that sounds better and much more legal.

Unless Nicander hadn't been the person Nathan was addressing?

Nic immediately makes itself less of a target as it scans the space for intruders, preparing for any alarming motion that could indicate the start of a fight. Obviously it would protect Nathan first-- Nic rolls its eyes at itself and recognizes that protecting Nathan, who is fully capable of protecting himself, would probably be nonsensical even if its instincts say that people, not cookies, should always be protected first.

A monkey suddenly jumps in but later everyone discovers it is Irayul and everyone start to make a plan to be unseen and attack

(New-er ping list, just adding everyone that came after the first was made : Scoutwolf, Jie, Necto, Tonowari, Shayni, Cian)

Simon had came back to the small hole the Citadel surviver's had called their home with some new things to share. It had been a few weeks since he had find a way to join them, yet he wasnt exactly sure how much they had warmed up to his presence. Somtime it did felt like he was back at the hospital but whenever it happen he would just push those memories away, repressing them for another day. He didnt ment to startle anyone as he enter by the window to save himself the wait at the door, he was just in a quiet mood, this, however only lasted until he heard Nathan's questions. This made him pause at the entrance of the room. "Sure ! I though you had ran out tho ? Guess not...Oh well, i have brought some more and some snacs for everyone! At first i wanted to do a real grosery run but ya know, i only have two arms, probably could add myself more but i doubt i could look like your average guy with machine parts poking out... Maby i should get myself a new bike, it's not realy a priority tho and.... uh ? What's up with Nicander and the monkey ? "

His rembling were slowly brough to a halt seeing the others looking so defencive. He was preaty sure he hadn't done anything wrong. Lowering the bags he had brought with him from their previously raised position they had been in during his umpromptues explanations he coudn't help but brace himself, somwhat expecting some kind of unfair blame to fall on him the way it use too.

Angel looks dreadful. It is the only word fitting enough to describe the young woman as she leans against one of the walls just outside the small apartment kitchen, eyeing the other survivors with a look that is wary and judgmental all at once. Her eyes are rimmed with heavy shadow from a lack of sleep, and her dark hair is a unkempt and tangled mess. She's wearing a wrinkled, oversized shirt that is torn and very clearly not her own. That morning, she hadn't bothered to put on any makeup. In fact, she hadn't bothered to clean up very much at all.

It was a side of her that many of her companions from Citadel did not get to see often. Exuberant, spirited Angel has been replaced by an irritable stranger who hovers like a storm cloud over the others she's crammed into a small building with. There's an air of distrust around her. Every truth suddenly seems empty. She knows that even her own claims of support for the Citadel must seem to mean nothing. She hears whispers about 'the Thunderbird's sister' in the hallways, after all.

She opens her mouth to respond to Nathan's question-- probably with some dry, unnecessarily scathing answer to his fairly straightforward question --but is interrupted by the newcomer. His little rant makes her crack a small grin. She finds it amusing. "You talk a lot."

After a brief pause and flick of her hair, Angel continues. "I do have the same questions, though. Nic? The monkey?" Her brow quirks upwards inquisitively. "Am I missing something?"

Nicander nibbles on their cookie throughout Simon's spiel and brushes the crumbs into the sink when they finish. When Simon lowers his bags, Nic offers a sunny smile to counter their previous guarded expression. They rest their elbows on their knees and observe the different villain's reactions from their perch on the counter. They glance towards the monkey and reach out their hand to pet it, to see just how fluffy and friendly it was. He doesn't get too close at all.

The beat of silence after the similar questions spurs Nic to move before they get close to the monkey. The soles of their shoes squeak against the counter moments before smacking the ground as they hop off. They rearrange the arms of their jacket to settle back down on their shoulders like a normal jacket should. As soon as they pull back their hands, one of the sleeves promptly slides off their shoulder. Nic decides the rebellious sleeve isn't worth fussing over and leaves it alone.

"Thank you. I'm willing to help any time you need a hand." They chirp to Simon with a chipper smile.

Regarding the 'What's up with Nicander' questions, they point to where they had left the cookie jar open. "I took a cookie from the cookie jar." It's only after they mention this that they realize they don't have to be honest.

They bare their teeth in a teasing grin towards Angel, "You're missing the chance to eat some of the best oatmeal raisin cookies. I'm joking. There are still some left."

"I don't know. It looks cute." Nic says in regards to the monkey. He remembers his previous goal of touching it and once more reaches a hand out to cautiously pet the monkey. Perhaps the monkey was tame and head-pat-able.

(Edit: I added more of a response/interaction with the monkey/Irayul. I shortened Nic's speaking part.)

(let's pretend anaemia was brooding in the corner shall we-)

There was a clink and thud of metal as Anaemia shifted her position in her reserved spot, chewing on a toothpick to keep herself occupied.
[Prickled! Anaemia takes 1 piercing damage.]
"I suppose having a friend is nice, hmm?" she mused, crossing her plate-covered arms. "We could use more of those." She snatched a nearby orange, peeling it and vaguely offering a slice to the furry baby. She herself spit out the toothpick and munched on another slice.

Loud steps, only shadowed by the chatter of the group. Blonde hair was flicked over one side of Silver's face, and a mask covered all except his eyes. The Silver Killer, so everyone called him, nicknamed Silver by the remnants of the Citadel. He was sure these people knew his normal self as well, but it didn't bother him.

Curled in Silver's arms was a orange and white cat, staring at the others with curious green eyes. It was common to see him with Silver, as he owned the cat. There was another one somewhere, hidden away under a couch or some other place. Nobody knew the names of the cats, he never spoke them.

Silver eyes, unblinking, glanced from person to person. He wasn't one to talk much, and when he did, he made it short. Though, sometimes, he'd talk to his cats in a hushed tone.