Amoris Verienium

" Save the world, Kick some ass?"

Kenta who is holding a list (that he has now folded into one of those fortune folder thingies) walks up and glances at the towering warrior (he'd been hanging out in the back of the crowd). For a breif moment he thinks he's tripping on some form of acid or that his eyes are playing tricks on him because his roommate stands above him a dagger dripping in blood. It's no suprise to him that he has seen his death or some twisted version of it. "Trippy. Can you do anything else?" He asks nonchelantly as he does one of the folds labled ginger. His mind playing the image of his death trying to find a form of reasoning in it.

Kenta who has spent most of his time cleaning up the Mess hall looks around at his handy work. The tables though heavy were back in a standard standing position and the kitchen was back to it's clean and detailed state. The tools for cooking were organized and and detailed and the spoiled goods were bundled into a trash bag in a corner. "Probably won't be able to get supplies till we get into town." He sighs and rubs the back of his head. Taking a seat at one of the tables he opens his duffle bag and pulls out all the stuff he shoved in there for emergencies. A set of jeans and a couple of t-shirts, his Armor body spray, two dirty magazines, his leather journal, the apron he was wearing, sneakers and a handful of rubbers. "Regardless of how this goes down... Im gunna need to make some stops." He shoves it all back together in the bag and wanders into the hall a list he made of supplies for the kitchen in his hand. He looks at the individual on the wall ," I have a list of stuff for the kitchen and what not. Who do I give it to?" He asks no one in particular.

Kenta wanders around until looking at the different rooms until he reaches the barracks. Inside the barracks the mess hall sits and Kenta wanders in and looks at the mess. "Well isn't this nice...Suppose I should clean this place up, take stock of what we got and move from there." Kenta is talking out loud to himself he reaches behind him to the duffle bag he carries and pulls out an apron. For a moment he stands looking at the apron blinking because it is pink and frilly and it has some kind of weird ruffled bottom. "Of course this is what they give me..." he puts it on and sets to work leaving his bag by the door.

" My roommate does that. She only needs about a minute though.. " He shrugs and scratches the back of his head. "Still pretty cool." He starts stretching like he is waiting for gym class to start.

Kenta having finished cleaning the sword lays it down flat and looks across at the individual who is sweating. He has seen all kinds of skills in his world so he is not suprised by this mans. "You seem busy. " He says before standing up and picking up his sword setting it on his shoulder . He tapped it twice and it vanished as easily as it had appeared.

Kenta who has been watching all this madness unfold smiles and looks at one of the screens before he wanders over and sits dead center in the floor and summons his sword. The leather bands on his arms glow and the sword appears it's black and red body glow for a few minutes and then he sets it in front of him and pulls off his Gym shirt and rips it into strips. He began wiping the sword down and inspecting for damage. Not seeming to care that he sat shirtless in a room full of individuals from different parts of the multiverse.

Kenta isn't fazed by being ignored. He stands looking at everyone and counting as he does trying to figure out what his place will be in this pack because their isn't a ranking system or anyone who seems to be in charge of making decisions like at his school so he is on his own.

"Kenta, doesn't really matter what I do. This place does have some cute girls though." Kenta winks at the woman nearest to him hoping that he can charm her a little. He takes a few minutes to fix some of the leather bands on his arms as he looks around the room at the various people and creatures that have all been joined together.

"Yo." a voice comes crystal clear from the edge of the group of newcomers.