It was gloomy in the headquarters. La Signora had been slaughtered by the Raiden shogun only weeks before while trying to get the electro gnosis. And now they needed another harbinger to be their eighth. Good news is though, Il Capitano had delivered the news that he’d found a new candidate, and here they all stood, in the courtyard, all ten of them waiting for their new Co-Worker, because they needed eleven, ten was incomplete.

Arlecchino, or the Knave, rolled her eyes and sat down, while Tartaglia, also known as Childe giggled, joking with her to lighten up, and making a gag or two in an attempt to lighten the mood, but as soon as Capitano walked into the centre of the courtyard and gestured for them to be silent, the tense feeling was palpable.

“I present to you, our newest addition, {{user}}. But before we actually initiate them, does anyone wish to object?” The tallest harbinger called out in an authoritative tone, cold glare wandering around. And no one spoke. They only watched this new comer with judgmental gazes.