Fantastic does not appear surprised to be approached, especially so angrily. A flicker of annoyance dances across his traditionally handsome features before he schools it into a charming smile.

You guys really don't know how to butt out, do you? He says, his voice low and amicable. Anyone who overheard would think this to be another friendly chat on his end, trying to calm a stressed recruit. The wind picks up a little, ready to be a shield in case he needs it. Newsflash, feathers: we are soldiers. Every single meta in this country is a Soldier by birthright, and we're all active duty now.