Summary: Team K' is up against a horde who plans to take over cities across the world including South Town.
The problem is, that a bystander gets involved in the mishap. Who are these new foes? Where did they come from? Is Team K' enough to put a s...
The next day, Octávia wakes up on a gently-used mattress, becoming fully aware of being in a whole new environment. She is not in her Godmother's house anymore, but someone else's. 'Where am I? And whose place is this?' The groggy individual scrambles herself up to a perpendicular position. She stretches momentarily to relieve her distressed body. 'Oh! That's right - I was brought here and...' Her brain triggers flashbacks to her locking herself inside a room then crying endlessly to sleep after learning of last night's events. '...Everything happened so fast.' Looking towards the sealed door, Octávia is curious to find out the names of her rescuers.
*CLICK!*
Approaching the next room, she takes notice of two men resting. One is seen laying on a lumpy couch with his arms crossed. The second is further away settled on a recliner chair. 'Just who exactly are these two? Bikers? Secret Agents?' Walking towards their direction, her foot causes the floorboard to react.
*CREAK!*
"!!!" The taller man dressed in a grey padded cobalt blue jacket and matching pants is the first to jolt up from his slumber. In a matter of seconds, he holds his position in offense mode, displaying stern eyes toward the unacquainted party. His left arm automatically transforms into a cannon, locked, loaded, and ready to fire on command.
'Haven't I suffered enough already?!'
"Let me guess - it's not a 'Good Morning' for you either?!" Fazed by his actions, Octávia awkwardly steps out of the way.
"N-No! S-Sorry! I didn't mean to! It's not your fault!" He alerts, reverting his arm to its normal state. Due to the misunderstanding, her mysterious rescuer keeps a good amount of space between them, posing no threat. "We hardly bring anybody here at the Hideout, so you can never be too careful nowadays! How about we start this over?"
To make up for his first impression, the brunet with sideburns extends a hand to his acquaintance in greeting. "Good morning to you. My name is Maxima, and you are?"
"Octávia. Nice to meet you, I guess?" In return, she offers her dominant hand, exchanging a firm handshake with him. "That's a strong grip you have, Maxima."
"Yep," The blue-suited defender took notice of her glancing at his left hand strangely. He makes an attempt to casually change the subject. "Sometimes I don't know my own strength. By the way, how are you feeling today?"
