A Wolf Among the Sheep

Internships: The Iron Maiden

Apollyon looked over four Blacksteel members. They were the only ones who had what she asked for: stealth, or tech skills. They were as varied as she could've hoped, honestly, and her success would depend on their actions. Each wore black and orange, the two colors that were standard for the Legion. Their group had them as a symbol of unity in common cause. Some preferred black, while others preferred orange. Some added other colors, while others continued having just the two. Still, now was the time to properly observe these four. The first was impossible to miss. A massive behemoth under heavy armor, and painted completely black. He preferred a large greathammer as his weapon, evidenced by his hands gripping its handle as it rested on the floor. "Name?" She asked, but received no response. A little annoyed by the lack of response, but ignoring it in favor of asking the far more relevant question: "Skill and Quirk?"

The man actually spoke this time. "Stealth. Shadow Body."

Based on the response, it seemed the man could turn his body into shadows? Very useful for a stealth op like this. Still... having a surprise like this guy could be quite useful. With a nod, she moved onto the next one. She was far different to the rest of them. Her armor had black and orange, but also lines of gold and green, as if the cloth was a motherboard from a computer. She also didn't wear a helm, showing that, yes, her quirk was related to that. Her skin was deep green, interlaced with darker green lines and lines of gold ending in cauterized connections. Her eyes were black with glowing yellow irises, if they could be called as such: the right one with a power symbol, the left with a large 0 instead. Her hair was bright blue, flowing down her back, with wires covered in green and maroon poking out from it and moving on their own. "Name?"

"Error." She smiled, showing golden teeth. "Skill: Hacking/Technology Manipulation/Data Acquisition. Quirk: Technopathy."

"Very good." With a nod, she moved down the line again. This one was different yet again. He was not nearly as big as the other one, but his armor was more black and grey, with the only bit of orange being a decorative skull painted on his helm. "Name's Wraith. I'm best at stealth. Quirk: Ghost." Quick and to the point.

"Good." Then she moved onto the last member. Now this one, she remembered clearly. It had been just over a month ago when a group she was... visiting, well, attempting recruit was attacked before she got there. With all the blood left behind, and the bodies... it was a fine piece of work. When they found the culprit, she fought back, and put two of them in a catatonic coma with her venom... which led to her quirk. It was very simple at its core: Jellyfish. Her body was mostly normal. She had the form of a normal human, even down to a shapely figure. However... she had no organs, well, except for those that allowed her to breathe and digest things. She had no human brain, but could still think, she had no blood, no true flesh... and no pain receptors. Her body was also mostly see through as well, reflecting her quirk's nature.

The true, well, reason for her behavior was simple. While she had a face, and quite a pretty one by all standards, on top where her hair would be was the top of a Jellyfish. And attached to that were several strands, tendrils with lots of little barbs, which stored venom, seemingly floating in the air as if affected by water. In fact all of her actions acted that way, with a sense of buoyancy and weightlessness. Limbs moving slowly, angling the human part of herself into strange angles, even hovering off the ground when moving, and none of it affected by the armor even remotely.

Her venom, Apollyon found out later, was something she could actually manipulate to her whims. Due to her not having pain receptors, and not understanding the concept of pain, she was quite fascinated with it... and her way of finding out was to inflict it on others, and watch it closely as the life dripped from their eyes.

"Ah, and you, Moon." The name stuck because Moon jellyfish were the most famous type, even if her "hair" didn't reflect it as much. Smiling, her eyes remained almost unnaturally wide as she tilted her head, as if quizzically, but didn't say a word. They both knew what her skill was. "Very well then. I need you to promise not to speak of what I will tell you until I say so, is that clear?"