<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FOZwdFoXMAMj9Mr?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Harada Ichiki Kenichi – The Silver Samurai (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16352545#msg16352545)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City - Walking from the grounds, past the training room, to the cafeteria<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>grey tank top, black workout pants, sneakers, carrying a bokken<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Harada Ichiki Kenichi's day had started before dawn.  He had left the facility proper and gone out onto the grounds for his workout.  First a run, then swimming in the river, then calisthenics, practice swings, and forms alongside the river as the sun rose.  Among the children of gods and legends, a simple mutant would need to train hard and be in peak condition to be of use.  In truth, he would have done all of it anyway, but it was a good piece of motivation.  He had been working out and training for hours before the gathering in the training room where most of this new team was assembled.  He did not think that he would be missed.  His parents were not well known outside of the hero community and his father had been a criminal for many years and fought many of those whose children were now training together.<br/><br/>No, he would not be missed.  These calm times are not where he could make his mark and his connections.  At least, not at first.  The Silver Samurai would have to prove himself in the field and then he might be worth notice.  Another goal to work towards, which was helpful.<br/><br/>He had stripped off his tank top and trousers to take another dive and a few laps in the river before giving himself a light toweling, redressing, and then returned to the facility.  Kenichi paused as he passed the training room and glanced in.  The son of Thor was lifting massive barbells with his fingers while three of his fellow mutants spoke to one another.  He stopped long enough to toss his towel into the hamper for them but didn't tarry any longer than that.  He didn't wish to witness the braggart preening and showing off, nor anyone else fawning over him.  It was distasteful.  Megan and Myg seemed to be paying more attention to one another and that was a good thing.  Kenichi would give a brief wave to anyone that noticed him and then went on his way.  It was time to get something to eat.<br/><br/>He passed Dr. Stark and Miss Murdock-Jones in the hallway to the cafeteria and nodded in passing, though he did not interrupt their conversation.  He did note that their faces were flushed and they were speaking while looking at a holographic projection that he could not quite make out from his angle.  Nothing dire or they would be alerting everyone.  Or so he hoped.<br/><br/>Kenichi happened to enter though the second entrance to the cafeteria as the Red Goblin flew in and began to yammer.  There was no other word for it.  He was speaking while saying nothing, simply being as noisy as possible for his own benefit.  "Had I but known, I would have ensured all the hot sauce was destroyed," he said.  His voice was a smooth baritone, cool and clean.  "Alas, there is plenty in the kitchen and a few bottles are out at the end of the buffet table."  Kenichi did not point out the fact that there was breakfast food here other than what Pandemic had made and none of them had prepared it meant that there was at least one cook already on staff.  It did not need said.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Miss LeBeau, Mr. Pandemic.  And Mr. Goblin."  The sleekly muscled young man took a healthy helping of roasted vegetables, two links of sausage, a scoop of scrambled eggs, and a banana onto a tray.  After a moment he added a bagel and butter as a small indulgence.  "May I join you?"