Plague heard Rider, the one who had fallen out of the sky just a moment ago, call if they were coming. Not that he needed to. They were lollygagging a bit, but there was no way they'd ignore what seemed like such an important summons. The two came to the check in desk, Plague held up his ID for the station guard to check. He glanced to his side and sighed. Joker had obviously forgotten his own ID because he was holding up the "Joker" card to his deck instead.<span style="font-style: italic">That's not an ID...</span>he thought, but the woman seemed to understand and let them through anyway.<br/><br/>"Really, that's not a proper form of identification," Plague said to the blonde boy as they started up the designated staircase.<br/><br/>"It's part of my Angelus," Joker defended, "and it even has my name on it. Besides, I doubt there are very many people who actually carry an ID around with them everywhere." Plague shrugged at this.<br/><br/>They came to the large double doors at the end of the hall and Joker stared at them wistfully. There was a time when these doors-- this entire building-- had seemed so intimidating to him. But after meeting with the man who more or less created all of this, that feeling simply went away. "Sorry if we're late," Joker said, offering a soft smile. Plague looked around, wondering if more were coming of if these were all the available Breakers. The two chose to sit at the same couch as Rider, but on the opposite side. And why should they crowd when there was still so much room?<br/><br/>"So, how many more are we waiting on, approximately?" Plague voiced.