((Because I have given AMPLE time for introductions, I am going to move ahead with the story, despite whether or not everyone has joined in))<br/><br/>Suddenly, the doors leading to the main hall were swung open by armed guards. The doors slammed against the walls behind them, the stoppers having broken a long time ago, and the room echoed as a lack dent was made in the aged wood. The guards walked forward, motioning for everyone to enter as they kept their weapons pointed down. Howl's head turned his head in the direction of the slam, smirking and shaking his head. "Hehe...subtle, like always..." He looked back at Nadiya. "Well, looks like it's time to head in."<br/><br/>Howl walked inside the main hall behind the group of people who were there first. He had his rifle slung across his back as the small lobby opened up into a large room with rows of old church pews for seating. There was a podium in the back of the room, which was elevated above the seating, an old, beat-up microphone connected to it. A mid-sized and considerably aged man stood at the podium, leaning up against it as he waited for everyone to take a seat.<br/><br/>For both his sake and everyone else's, Howl sat away from the rest of the group, giving himself plenty of space some seats behind the main group, easily looking over the crowd. The man at the podium cleared his throat, looking across the seats. "We shall begin in just a moment, once everyone is seated."