"For now I need to introduce you to the rest of the team." She clapped her hands and he found himself in a cubic gray room, fairly spacious, but he couldn't get a good estimate on it's size. He found it odd that there were once again no obvious light sources, and yet he could see. He also noticed that he was no longer floating, his feet firmly stuck to the ground, yet still felt as if he was floating. He didn't bother asking Tanya though, as he took her previous statement as meaning that she would be unable to tell him anything else, period. Of course, that wasn't her intention, she just felt she wasn't able to answer his questions properly, making herself feel pathetic.
"Have a seat, most would be exhausted after that." She followed this with a wave of her hand and a similarly gray block appeared right behind him, coming up to roughly knee height, the perfect height to sit on. He obliged her minor act of courtesy, but found it strange trying to sit down without the assistance of gravity, having to pull himself down onto the chair. Much to his surprise, in contrast to the block's sharp looking edges and perfectly flat faces, he found it quite soft to the touch. In fact, it seemed to draw him into it's embrace, negating the need for him to keep forcing himself down.
Tanya wasted no time calling the other 7 members, save for Storheil, who was probably licking his wounds in isolation. Within seconds they appeared one after another, each taking a seat on a block much like his own, save for theirs each had their own color. One shock after the next, he noticed that not all of these figures were exactly human. The one sitting on the red block had equally as vibrant scales surrounding his hands and his ginger hair had a pair of horns poking through them that were whiter than snow at their base, but turned to flame at their tips. He got the feeling that these flames were extremely hot, though he could not feel it even at this close distance.
"I take it you took care of Smith?" The horned man asked Tanya with an amused tone. "I saw him heading to isolation with bruises as black as Siri." His rubellite eyes showed both amusement and pity, it was clear this was not an uncommon occurrence.
"Shut it Dominic. You know I don't like to be compared to that dumbass' mistakes." This time it was the man with dog ears and a tail snapped. His hair was darker than the void, his darker toned skin complementing his purple eyes. He seemed relatively weak in comparison to the other two men in the room, yet he got the feeling he wouldn't hesitate to tear his throat out if given the chance.
"Dominic, Sirius, now isn't the time for this." A more elegant voice interrupted. It belonged to an elderly woman. She was wearing a pure white robe with a golden pattern on it that resembled flowers perfectly complementing a pair of rainbow colored falcon wings folded against her back. Yet in contrast to this brilliant collage of color her hair was a blinding white, a similar shade to the lids of her closed eyes. "We have a new guest to entertain, you wouldn't want this to be your first impression now would you?" They fell silent after this scolding from their elder but still shot each other mean looks. Obviously they would deal with this feud later. "Anyway young man, my name is Belinda, though if you find that a bit too lengthy, Bell will do just fine."
Next to 'introduce' himself was the man sitting on the yellow block. "Forrestal, 'sa pleasure." His introduction was extremely short, clearly not a man of many words. His bald head had various tattoos and inscriptions on it. In fact it wasn't just his head, but his entire body that was embroidered in these strange patterns, even his eyes weren't spared. These patterns were of various colors. Copper-brown, various greys, green, red, gold, and silver. Speaking of his eyes, they were a brilliant gold, even more so than Tanya's hair, which he had thought was the single prettiest color he had seen up to that point. These patterns mesmerized him, and he found himself struggling to tear his eyes from a certain pattern on his heavily muscled right arm.
"Sorry about Forrest, he doesn't talk too much but he means well." Tanya took some initiative here in trying to cover for Forrestal's lack of elaboration. "I take being called Forrest will be fine?" she directed this question at Forrestal, to which he closed his eyes and nodded.
The next to speak was a small and quiet woman who sat upon the orange chair. She stood a mere head above Tanya's already small stature. She had rich brown hair and matching eyes. Her slightly tan skin and ample bosom gave off a motherly feel. She was hugging something along the lines of a pillow which was sky blue in color. She seemed dazed, and her voiced trailed off when she spoke. "I'm Maggie. If you ever need something please don't hesitate to...." She didn't finish her sentence before she fell asleep while sitting upright.
"Oh Maggie, I know these last few candidates have been hard on you but you have to at least introduce yourself." Bell shook her head and moved over to Maggie, where she put her index finger on her head. It emitted a light when it made contact, shaking Maggie awake.
"Sorry! Sorry. Like I said my name is Maggie. It will be my job in the future to take care of you so I hope we can get along!" Her panicked voice seemed much more energetic, as if Belinda had done something to revitalize her. "Thank you Bell." she whispered.
Next to introduce themself did not seem to be even remotely human, what looked like a crystal ball floating above a clear pedestal. 'My name is PHEREL' a monotone voice that was not distinctly male or female resounded within his mind. It was more of a thought than a sound, greatly disorienting him, but in comparison to the room from before it was nothing. 'My tasks involve monitoring both you and your surroundings, making suggestions, and relaying information.' He wondered just what it was that allowed it to communicate with him. 'You can detect my MONOLITH... peculiar...'
Tanya and Dominic both raised their eyebrows and shot a look towards Sirius. The person who had yet to be introduced simply laughed at this situation. Her giggles sounded like music to his ears, and he turned to the enchanting laugh from behind him, laying his eyes on the most seductive figure he had seen, not that he had seen particularly many, only four others at this point. Her brownish-black hair had an eye-catching luster, and her magenta eyes felt like they were drawing in his very soul. Her arms were crossed underneath her sizable breasts, which were complemented by her perfect hourglass figure. He was so enamored with her beauty he almost missed the thin purple tail and the small pair of purple and pink wings resting on her back. She was scantily clad, and her crossed legs drew attention to her more sensitive regions.
"Hello there sweetie❤ My name is Silvin, but you can call me whateeever you want!" Her sultry introduction made him feel hot, if slightly uncomfortable.