Mayhem grinned over to Murder at the response, nudging him with his elbow. "Oh come on, you were lost without me, and you know it." The sound of Murder's 'real' name made him cringe, and he scrunched his nose as though the very sound of it tasted sour. He thought back to a time seven years ago, when he had just been Makari, and he met a cute bartender and bought him pizza for dinner. It seemed like a lifetime ago since he had referred to Murder as anything but 'Murder'. It had been almost as long since anyone called him Makari, since meeting Murder. After all, he'd been the first one to call him 'Mayhem'. He hardly needed any introduction to the man on his right, snaking his arm into the crook of Murder's elbow as he sipped his coffee.<br/><br/>The young blonde introduced herself next, and Mayhem arched a brow at the name. It was a mouthful, for sure, and he was thankful for a built-in nickname. Otherwise, he<i>absolutely</i>would have forgotten it all. He'd always been decent with names, but once it passed a few syllables, he was at a loss. Her godly heritage caused Mayhem to flick duotone eyes toward her, seemingly impressed by the powers. From the sound of things, it seemed like they would have their own Iron Man suit on the team, though he was a bit disappointed it wouldn't be Tony himself. Everything he'd heard while doing paparazzi work said the man was an absolute riot to be around.<br/><br/>The woman in leather was next, introducing herself as Andromeda.<i>Short and sweet. Makes it easy on me.</i>Her next statement had his brows knitted in concern, squeezing Murder's arm as he took a sip of coffee. Mayhem wondered how she would work out that particular dietary need while remaining a hero, morbidly wondering if she had a mini-friedge full of blood bags in her room.<i>Hell of a thing to add to your expense report. I can see it now: $300 on 'Blood for the vampiric superhero.'</i>Her confession to having skeletons earned a soft huff of laughter, head tilting as he surveyed the woman. He was certainly no angel, carrying a list of crimes and secrets that only Murder could testify to the length.<br/><br/>The rather large man introduced himself as Roman, and Mayhem let his lashes fall in an amused expression over his coffee cup. His abilities seemed useful, and he let himself wonder at the bounds of what might count as an animal. Would Murder's raptor form count? One of the big lizard was already a lot to handle, but two of them, working as a pack? Christ, that was a terrifying thought. Mayhem's thoughts circled around tactics he could employ, playing to the team's strengths. He'd always been highly analytical, despite his impulsivity, and from the sound of things, he'd have to start working on stretching the capacity of his carry limit while voidwalking. Tracing a finger up the inside of Murder's forearm, he cocked his head and smiled up at his best friend. It would be interesting to see what ideas he had to help Mayhem improve.<br/><br/>The next woman introduced herself as Calista, introducing her cat a second time. Two immortals seemed like more than enough for one team, and Mayhem frowned into his coffee. It certainly made things tougher for the frontliners who<i>weren't</i>immortal, though Murder had a healing factor that made him<i>extraordinarily</i>hard to kill. Mayhem had wondered upon finding that out if he was much the same, but a few tests from Murder had quickly solved that he hadn't been so lucky in the ability randomizer of his genetic fuckery. He traced his fingertips over his left hip with a faint smile, lacing his fingers into Murder's as Calista seemed to overtly lay down an offer of a rather promiscuous nature. Scrunching his nose with an appalled noise, he tilted his head with a calculating look. "Pretty sure my old roommate might disagree. Dude is like, super sex averse. Guess that means he's not a being." Snorting out a quiet laugh, he nudged Murder, remembering the first time he had introduced his two best friends. Hell, Anthony was half the reason Murder had moved to L.A.<br/><br/>Lastly was the blind man, and Mayhem turned his attention to the man with enraptured focus, smiling faintly as he introduced himself. Tobrin really did have a nice voice, and the knowledge of<i>what</i>he was earned a wide expression. He knew stories of the fae, and tilted his head in curiosity at the ears.<i>That makes three immortals, and seems like two could be frontliners. </i>The knowledge that he was skilled in melee weapons earned his attention, and Mayhem made a mental note to ask Tobrin to spar with him. It would certainly push his skills to their limit with how enhanced the man's other senses seemed to be, considering he navigated the world with relative ease. "I'm no expert, but uh... didn't we all just technically give you our names? Are we like,<i>ten shades</i>of fucked, or is that just a myth?"