Welcome to the World

Daphnie gave Zechs a satisfying smirk, and climbed into the helicopter.

"So where we off to now kid?"

He closed his eyes. "The commander... oh, man. They're bringing in something big. He didn't know what it weas, but... we'll find out." He flew over the city. "Now, thanks for your help. So, what can I do for you?"

The black haired teen crossed her arms and sat down nonchalantly. "Hm, actually... I was thinking of a sort of, idea... for the past couple weeks." She took out a ciggerette and a lighter, lit it, and started to continue her statement. "Just a quick, somewhat obvious question; you're no hero, are ya?"

"Yeah, a hero kills innocent people to slate his hunger."

She let out a small chuckle. "Perfect. Now, I was forming a little, you know... team..."

He raised an eyebrow. He thought about the last team he was in...
He chuckled to himself, then stopped the helicopter. "Hold up... team?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to be doing?"

Daphnie paused for a second, a little unsure of the answer to that herself. "Well, you know, the usual f*cked up stuff. Cause mass chaos, bug the hell out of Batsy and other super powered freaks," she looked at him. "No offense. But yeah, the usual."

He blinked. "Will I get to kill anyone?"

Daphnie smiled evily at such a serious question. "Hell yes."

"Then, no, thanks." He answered to her suprise.

Daphnie raised an eyebrow in question. This not only surprised her, it confused her heavily. The guy was a cold blooded killing machine, why would he be AGAINST the idea of a whole team of killing machines?

"Why's that?, I will ask."

He sighed. "Everytime I close my eyes I see the memories of a thousand dead people... screaming as I take their lives. I know their family, their kids, parents, wives, friends..."
He sighed. "It's not something I enjoy."

Her eyebrows lowered in seriousness at the man in front of her, looking dead ahead as he flew the aircraft. "Then why bother? It's more of a thing you choose to do ya know..."

"Because, something like me, doesn't deserve to live... if you look closely, I only kill military. People who provoke me. Anything else you need?"

Daphnie just shrugged and sat back, staring out the window. "It's not like it would be JUST murder ya know... Robbery, ransom, sh*t like that. It's a tough world, and sometimes you gotta prove you're even tougher, just to get what you need."

"Alright. I'll join. But not as an exocutioner."
He flew through the street. "We've got time to kill."

Daphnie felt a sudden rush of deviousness. "Heh, kill..."

He landed the helicopter on a roof. "If we're teaming up I suppose you shouldknow more about me."

She stood up as it landed and nodded. "Alrighty then." she replied casually, climbing off the chopper.

my origins are off limits, but I can tell you this, I am the ultimate, weapon. I can perfectly copy shapes, sizes, voices, I can shift the in any way I want, My hands can become and form of weapons, from whips, to claws, to extra muscles. My skin is nearly impenetrable and I can regenerate when falls off. That's all I know about me. So, what about you?"

"Jee, you sound modest." She teased playfully to Zechs. When he asked her, she paused for a moment, looking down at her feet. "You don't need to know about me..." Was all she could manage to reply with.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Just, nothing interesting I guess..." She responded, somewhat quietly. Suddenly, her head shot up and her eyes were peering around. To Zechs, it was silence, but Daphnie could tell someone was coming. They may not have been very near, but they were coming.

"Someone's here. Where are we anyway?"

He looked around. "Southern Gotham. Lots of Unsavory figures on the streets."

"So I hear..."

Daphnie ran into the inside of the building they had landed near. There was a door, locked shut on one side. She glared at it, motioning Zechs to follow her, and ran over to it. She removed a bobby pin from her hair, and picked the lock. To her skill, it was now unlocked.

She slowly slid the door open a bit, and listened extremely carefully. "Sh*t," she exclaimed to herself. "What are they doing here!?"