Bored, Mr. Compress tossed a marble from hand to hand. The base was uncharacteristically quiet (far too quiet for the entertainers liking, if he may add) due the absence of its other members, who had all been sent out wherever to bring back some much needed supplies to get back on their feet following the aftermath of their latest battles. He returned a fair bit ago, his own haul stowed away via a collection of marbles just inside his inner pocket.

The creaking of that god forsaken rusted door to their little makeshift hideout signaled the return of one of their members, attracting Compress’s attention. He pocketed the marble he was toying with and stood with a sigh, placing a hand on his hip while the other tapped idly on the edge of his mask.

“My my, and here I thought I might be getting the place to myself for the night.” He declared, though it was lighthearted in nature. “It’s nice to see at least one of you didn’t perish on a mere supply run.”