After they came in, Beryllium came in with a smirk on his face, but when he glanced at me, I saw his smirk fall, but he kept his composure well and sat in his seat, the seat beside the empty one beside Cinnabar’s was his. The American MSO member.

He also had someone with him, Maya Thompson.

“Beryllium, you do know that having multiple women over is breaking the rules of the Mineral Shard Organization, right?”

“Can’t help it.”

“You’re insufferable.” She sighs.

Maya is 5’7, slim, professional-looking, with a medium brown skin tone. She has dark brown hair, tied in a severe low bun, and her steel gray coloured eyes glanced at me.

She had a tailored tactical blazer with reinforced lining, formal slacks with hidden tech holsters, and smart glasses with real-time calculations. Her glasses could also be used to tell lies and truths; they could see through walls and tell what is bad or not. She also wore minimalist combat heels.

Her Soulbility is a judge, which makes sense since she has a second job–a judge. Her glasses were perfect for the job, and so was her serious, cold, and intimidating presence.

There was only one more MSO member who had yet to arrive, the Russian MSO member, Shungite.

That was when the final MSO member came in, Shungite, and four others.

One of the four people has an abnormal Soulbility energy power emitting from their body and soul.

“Rei, one of them has extraterrestrial Soulbility energy; this person is dangerous.”

“I noticed.”

Shungite was dressed in a Russian-style military coat with combat gear on the sides. She had flushed cheeks and was holding a bottle of Vodka, heavily drunk, and her Russian hat was slipping off her head.

Her hair is silver white, like the soft, smooth snow in the winter. Her skin is pale, and she has gloves on to keep herself warm. She smelled like alcohol and faintly of cigarettes.

Shungite holds the title of the “Biggest Drunkard On Earth”. She’s lazy but less lazy than Cinnabar, who is currently sleeping soundly on the table. Her Russian military coat is dark coloured, gray, black, and brown, being the primary colours on her coat.

“Her coat is also adjusted to accommodate a larger chest,” added Chikou.

“...I’m not sure that is relevant, Chikou.”

I paused from Chikou’s comment to say that.

“Pointing it out for you.” Chikou emotionlessly said.

I sighed and moved on.

She has had a subordinate with her; it looks like Krystallos is the only MSO member to not have a subordinate with them.

“The reason he has no subordinates is that he chose not to have any since it might bother with his work–” Chikou cut off.

A malfunction? I thought it was like he froze, until I looked at Krystallos. He stared at me with his cold, icy blue eyes.

Shungite also has a subordinate with her, too. She was also drunk, but not as much as Shungite. The room felt heavy as she walked in. I suspect that it was Gravity Soul.

Without Chikou, a full analysis of her would be hard, especially when there are two more people.

She was about the height of Maya Thompston, maybe an inch taller, so 5’8? She was lean and sharp-shouldered, even though she was drunk. Her skin tone is pale, but she has some faint violet undertones.

Her hair is silver white; it goes down to her chest, and at the tip, she has faint golden highlights. Her eyes were purple, reflective like polished obsidian.

Her uniform has a shadow-absorbent bodysuit with gravity-thread stitching, a long asymmetrical cloak that dissolves at the hem, combat boots with weighted soles, and a neck tattoo of a broken halo (which is hidden under her collar but still faintly visible).

She stood next to the sitting Shungite who sat beside Cinnabar.