Futuristic &nbsp; The Genesis Bullet (Detailed, Accepting)

She didn’t react. The doctor became more and more uncomfortable as the quiet drew on. “Um…” he said while reaching inside his coat pocket. The metal table clinked as he placed a small card upon the table and pushed it towards her. “This is your ID. Keep it on you at all times. We’ll be informing you of assignments soon…”

Her red eyes slowly roamed to examine the card. On it, emblazoned in white text, was a name; a dead woman’s name. Laura Spade.

The woman knew her. Detective Spade of Scotland Yard was a top graduate of the police academy in London. She had a promising career, a loving family, and wonderful guy she was seeing but not committed to. Her life tragically ended in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Bristol.

Laura hesitantly took the ID card and pocketed it.

“Anyways…” the doctor continued. His breath hitched a tad when she turned her head towards him. “The other doctors and I recommend that you go meet and socialize with some of the other Units. We believe it may help you overcome the trauma of your...changes. At the very least see to meeting Dante as soon as possible. He’s also a natural, and, um, understands your situation.”

Red eyes stared at him, still unblinking and expressionless. “You’re free to leave. We’ll...um...see you soon,” the doctor tried finishing as fast as he could, barely hiding his eagerness to leave as he quickly stepped out. The door remained open as he left.

Laura blinked. She smiled, very slightly, but let her face fall back to its blank, almost ghostly expression right after. Languidly Laura sat up from her seat and walked out, making her way through the medical bay and into the hallways, past the hushed silence of the people she past, and their faint whispers of “La Diabla” after they felt she couldn’t hear them any longer.

She wasn’t familiar with the pathways inside headquarters, but she did recall where she saw the gym at one point. So, directionless, Laura made her way there through the leftmost entrance. It was empty save for a leanly muscular man with dark hair and amber eyes currently exerting himself by sprinting on a treadmill. This elicited her curiosity, so she leaned against the wall. Staring at him.

zenguardian · Apr 28, 2017

Ezra "Flux" Rayark | Main hall |

Ezra sighed, dragging his body mindlessly into the experimentation room. He responded to the summons from the people in white coats without a fuss as he always did. Who was he to say no? He wasn't as hard-boiled as many of his other teammates, and he could do without being drugged up to the point where he wouldn't even be able to tell up from down. The last time that happened he fell asleep in a trashcan, thinking it was his bed. Jeez, today just had to be one of those days. The scientists in charge of helping Ezra understand his ability had confiscated the bracelets he often wore around his wrists. Those spacey looking techno things were his main source of comfort, and he missed them dearly, despite only having been without them for about 10 seconds. He understood the point of it all. You know, "If you're always wearing those bracelets you'll never learn to tame your abilities" yada yada yada. He got it, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. Really though, the scientists that worked for CI4 had to be commended. Ezra always thought they acted so professionally, which he was about 99.99% positive was an exceedingly difficult task given the... variety of people they had to deal with on a daily basis. But even with that air of professionalism, Ezra could have sworn he'd heard a scientist or two chuckle as he shed a tear over the loss of his best friends.

It was supposed to be a random occurrence, but Ezra had developed a pretty good sense at anticipating when his control might be put to the test. So, he donned the helmet he carried with him to keep any unidentified flying objects from colliding with the back of his head again, and ambled out into the hallway.

"Watch out for flying plates!" one of the scientists teased.

Ezra stopped in his tracks, falling to his hands. "Since when we get metal plates?!" he responded shrilly. "Oh, that sucks..." They usually had regular glass or paper plates. What need was there for metal ones now??? He clenched a fist as a thought just crossed his mind. "... don't tell me Lovette broke another plate!"

The scientist simply smiled and waved a hand dismissively. Ezra's cheeks flushed red at the realization that it was just a joke. "Ugh..." he grumbled. Forget everything he said about them being professionals. Right now, he just wanted to go back to his room and rest for a little bit before his training session began. But before that he wanted to get something in his belly, and then catch the new episode of Iron Fist in the common room.

As he shuffled down the hall, he could see a large burly figure looming in the near distance with its back towards him. Ezra raised a slightly trembling hand in greeting and placed it on the creature's back. "O-oh, hi Wirt. What're you up to?" he asked. Peeking around the giant overgrown, he could see that he was in conversation with a woman he hadn't seen before. "Woah! W-wait a sec. Who are you?" He wondered if this lady was some kind of observer. They sent those from time to time to check up on their unit.

whitepaperplates · Apr 29, 2017

Wirt shut his eyes and nodded sagely. “I knew.” He said. The bad guys they fought did not look like her. Maggie was too small and too pretty. She would never be a bad guy.

At her request Wirt tilted his head. “The others…?” He repeated slowly. The sound of his deep inhale was loud and obnoxious. He scrunched up his nose as he picked apart the familiar smells of people and places. Wirt would find the others so he could show her to them. He discovered Maggie first and he wanted all of them to know. He pieced it together in his mind. Since he got to her first, she would like him best. That is how it was supposed to work.

Even before he made himself known, Wirt caught onto the Flux’s scent and chose to ignore it. He was hoping to pinpoint the scent of a specific unit. He had wanted Jarrell to be the first one he showed. A tiny pressure on his back alerted him. “Nothing.” Wirt answered Flux with a pout. He craned his neck to see the small boy.

As Wirt realized Flux attempting to talk to Maggie, his simple pout turned into a deep frown. He raised his hand to block her from Flux’s field of view. “This Maggie. I foun’ her,” Wirt ranted, “I foun’ her first. She’s my friend.” He stamped his foot once and shifted his head so as to face her once again.

“Only I can ca’ you Maggie. My name fuh you. You said!” He tried to explain desperately. Slowly he turned his body so he could look down at Flux.

“You can’t ca’ her Maggie. Only me.” Wirt told Flux the ultimatum with an edge of anger. Not yet ready to revert into full tantrum mode. Throwing tantrums would cause the lab coats to scold him, and that made him feel bad.

LadyMatsudai · Apr 29, 2017

He was sure proud of himself, wasn't he? The contentment of the large Overgrown made Margaret smile, watching him carefully work out in his head her request, gears grinding to come up with an answer before she blinked to the sound of another voice. Her jade eyes glanced down to a boy not too much younger than her with green hair spiked in all different directions. He seemed to be somewhat familiar with Wirt. Another one of their teammates maybe? Just as she was about to speak, the doctor gasped to the sudden large hand shielding her from view, gently touching Wirt's hand in the hopes it would help him relax as his large head turned back to face her to explain his reasoning. Her feet shifted slightly to the tremor vibrating through the ground to Wirt stomping his foot.

"Yes, you did find me first, Wirt. And you did a wonderful job. You will be the only one to call me Maggie," she cooed, soft hands rubbing the thick skinned hand of the giant. "Everyone else can call me something else...something that makes them happy just like you, Wirt," soothed the doctor as she smiled up to the Overgrown. "Can I talk to your friend while you show me off to the team?" she inquired happily, pointing towards Flux in the hopes her smooth talking would help him calm down too to deescalate the situation.

Euclid Leaf · Apr 29, 2017

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Jarrell was in one of his moods again, a blankness in his eyes, though not that many would be able to distinguish this slight shift from his ordinary sour-pus attitude anyway. It wasn't like he was worried for the head medical technician, as he has witnessed her putting down rude guests before. A nasty shock and it's light out for the thrashing bugger. Such an ability was necessary for subduing any overgrown if they were on a rampage, but he still didn't like the idea of her dirtying her hands on that fool. Still, he didn't want to cause her any trouble. If he got into another fight, she would just be disappointed at him. Not to mention he would be punished yet again, by SK. He didn't like that responsibility. Then again, he didn't know why he cared. Did that bullet really churn up his brains that much that he came out with a different personality? No way. He still felt the same disdain. Still had the same shitty, selfish personality. Working out these things in his mind, the young man lurked down the halls with the same half-stepping vigor, only this time, he glared down at the ground with that furrowed look. He lived in a busy city, dodging bodies flooding a closed space was a valuable skill he learned and perfected, so he wasn't worried about stepping on anyone's toes. And even if he did, it would've been on purpose.

Once again, his chest felt an unusual burning. Maybe he needed the pills after all. But Jarrell just continued on, placing this raw feeling on the back-burner and flipping these thoughts over and over to try and find some substance he can understand.

It wasn't until he heard a familiar sniffing and stomp shaking the hall did he stop and look up. It was Wirt. And he was with others. He really wasn't in the mood to be socializing right now. Where was his personal aid? Rats, it was dangerous leaving him alone. The big guy looked upset too. Were they bullying him? It wouldn't be the first time. While he was massive and hulking, he didn't know how to deal with such things. He hurt all the same, maybe even more. Seeing the threat to Wirt, that was enough to push Jarrell forwards.

"Oi. You guys better not be messin' with Wirt now..." the skull-face muttered, sighing through his re-breather, "Cause if you are, then you've got me to deal with."

zenguardian · Apr 29, 2017

Ezra "Flux" Rayark | Main Hall |

Euclid Leaf

Ezra bounced back a bit as Wirt's massive hand partitioned the woman from his field of vision. Oh god, oh god, oh god... did I make him upset?? "W-wait, Wirt. Hold on buddy, I just-" Flux was cut off as the overgrown gave a pouty retort to his questions. Ezra was quite afraid of getting on anyone's bad side. The helmet he wore offered little protection against mutants who could literally crack it open like an egg, and then some. Based on what he'd seen so far though, he figured the woman - this Maggie - must have been a new addition to their unit. Ezra let out another sigh, shoulders slumping in slight despair. Didn't they already have enough people as is? Granted, this Maggie person looked nice enough. Apparently Wirt liked her, after all. Maggie wanted to speak to him, but Ezra feared that Wirt wouldn't take too kindly to her request, and started backing up slowly to make a getaway.

An unexpected voice behind him caused him to let out an "eep!". He whipped around and saw that it was Jarrell. Ordinarily Ezra'd be able to hear him coming, what with the not so subtle "schwaaaah"-ing sounds from his rebreather. Ezra always wanted to be able to hold a decent conversation with Jarrell, but he remained as distant as ever. He looked like he could use a friend, though. Most of the people in his unit did. But Jarrell always had this unpleasant aura surrounding him. To be honest, that's what warded Ezra off. He didn't take to well to conflict. That, and the boy's metallic necessities, of course.

Shura-Yoon said:
"Oi. You guys better not be messin' with Wirt now..." he muttered, sighing through his re-breather, "Cause if you are, then you've got me to deal with."

Ezra jumped at the threat, arms flailing about trying to grasp an explanation. "No! T-this isn't... I was just... Wirt! Please explain!"

Gradous13 · Apr 29, 2017

Dreizehn felt an overwhelming sense of disgust of himself while he realized how he had been acting, like a fool. An overcharged attack had backfired on him because he failed to keep the self decipline that had been hard wired into him. The backfire caused injury and wounds to an extent that he couldn't measure not to mention the rediculous drinking. Now he lays there upon the floor unable to move while Green Kid belittled him. Drei scoffed, "The hell did a seventeen year old know about the world? Nothing, that's what, he doesn't know what it's like to kill, to masacre, to be shot and blown up, to hold the one he cares for most-" Dreizehn cut his thoughts off, it didn't matter what Green kid thought, the only thing that mattered now was to survive in this world. Dreizehn closed his eyes and passed out...

Otto suddenly woke back up, it was dark, hot and somewhat humid. The wind blew causing a familiar sound of a tarp blowing in the breeze. "Otto! You're just now awake? C'mon, we have a mission" The female voice called to him from the enterance of the tent he was in. Otto gave a quick stretch of his arms, back and legs before he put on his gear. He stepped out of the dark and the bright light of the desert sun engulfed him. The briefing area was only a light jog away, Otto's plate carrier made little noise as it bounced softly with his movements, his M4 carbine was light and compact, the sand shifted under his weight which left jagged marks from the boots he wore. "The team will enter the small town of Manakard and provide security to the north while NATO troops begin clearing from north to south, once this happens you will protect their flanks if needed, sniper teams will be in the area for further support. Team leaders will be given comms with NATO forces as they will have CAS available. Team leaders, you WILL stay in contact and report positions every fifteen to thirty minutes, move out." Otto left the briefing area and moved to the staging area, this time he walked with the only person he truly cared about "Kira, this plan is bullshit, the town is out of the way and there is no reports of OPFOR being in that area." "But we are getting paid serious money for being out here, besides it's only two mor months, c'mon, let's mount up." Otto climbed into an open door humvee equipped with a M2 50 caliber heavy machine gun which he manned. it would be just under two hours before the convoy would reach the town....

"WE'RE BREAKING OFF!" Kira shouted to Otto over the roar of the engine. Otto gave a thumbs up as a responce and continued to scan the horizon for any movement, his hands twisted slightly on the butterfly grips as his tumbs would gently tap the trigger. Otto was on full alert and his heart raced, there was something wrong. Suddenly another comrade shouted out "CONTACT! MEN WITH RIFLES, FOUR HUNDRED METERS LEFT!" Otto swung the M2 left and let loose, the lead slinger sent rounds down range as fast as it could, in turn causing the enemy to take cover -BWA-BWA-BWA-BWA-BWA-BWA- "DISMOUNT! GET INTO COVER! KEEP THEIR HEADS DOWN OTTO!" The team leader commanded, Kira began throwing as many ammo cans up to Otto as possible to keep the beast fed. The radio crakled to life "Reaper One, Reaper One, this is Bravo Three Three, requiring close air support at the following grid, ECHO-HOTEL-NINE-SIX-FOUR-FOUR-ZERO-EIGHT-TWO-FIVE, how copy over? Solid copy Three Three, CAS ETA Five mikes"

Dreizehn woke in a cold sweat, he found himself sitting upright in a medical bed, his breathing was heavy, like he had just ran several miles and his face pale as if he had just seen a ghost...

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Gunny · Apr 29, 2017

Lovette leaned against the main hall wall outside the personal rooms, zoning out the distant noise quietly echoing throughout the facility. She dug through the pocket of her yellow jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, quickly tugging one out of its place before shoving the pack into her pocket. She dug through her jacket once more for a lighter, lighting the stick and tossing it back into the confines of her jacket.

Did this place have a no smoking rule? She couldn't remember for the life of her, nor did she particularly care. Not like they'd kill her over it.

She stepped into her room and tossed the two bottles she'd drank into the pile she'd accumulated before heading back out and toward the pool. She peaked her head through the entrance and noticed several people gathered around, most notably the team mutt. She scowled at the sight as she'd been hoping to swim in peace, but peace was so few and far between in this place that she shouldn't have expected any less.

She reluctantly walked into the pool area, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone and immediately gunning it into the locker rooms. She continued her smoke in there, partially hoping her cigarette would last longer than the other's stay.

SentinelSevn · Apr 29, 2017

VALK CERVIANUS | Location: GYM |

The rhythmic steps of a runner on a treadmill and the belt's constant whir proved to be the only sounds coming from within the gym. It continued for just under a minute until Valk rose his hand to press a button on the machine's controls, effectively bringing it to a slow stop.

Valk rested both his hands along the arm bar in front of him, relying on something to lean on after his extreme anaerobic exercise. His breathing was heavy, long breaths quickly being sucked into his lungs, only to be pushed back out in a long stream. A thin layer of sweat also clung to his visible skin, and the shirt along the center of his back was drenched in the salty fluid.

He had been at the exercise for about twenty minutes, not the entire time, mind you. A consistent repeat of a minute sprint, and then a little under thirty seconds to catch his breath, had been the entirety of his running exercise. Looking towards the machine's monitor Valk was able to see the recorded statistics of his entire routine; a maximum speed just under 21mph, which he managed to maintain for three quarters of his entire distance ran. Total distance, a little over four miles in sprints. The fact he was still standing was nothing short of a miracle, which was pretty close to what the bullet granted them. But of course Valk knew for a fact that the Naturals would far outpace him when given the opportunity; despite the fact that with those statistics he could very well compete with a few Olympic sprinters.

Finally stepping off the machine, his gaze was to the floor as he internally debated on which exercise would be best fit to follow after a run. It was then that he spotted the feet of another individual standing near the entryway. Naturally, his eyes flickered upwards, immediately noting the fact that her skin could have very well been the very definition of pale.

"A new natural to the team, I suppose" Valk began to think to himself, mind distracted from the idea of continuing his exercise. The rather inhuman features were a dead giveaway for many of them, especially for the Naturals of the program. But it wasn't that fact that caught his attention towards the female, nor was it the piercing red eyes. It was the way she just watched him, leaning her figure against the wall, and maintaining an eerie silence about her. He wasn't intimidated, far from it. Actually, Valk was quite curious to hear her thoughts.

" I had heard rumor that a devil would be joining us sometime soon." Vak opened, lacing his words with a playful tone that would hopefully elicit a response, if she wasn't quite as cold as she looked. "But I didn't think I would catch her staring me down. It's quite rude, if I could say so." He hadn't quite caught the irony of his words immediately; his careless attitude being quite rude in itself every so often.

"So, can I help you?

Lexielai · Apr 30, 2017

Laura Spade

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Location: Gym

Laura cocked her head slightly to the side. Most people tended to react poorly to her appearance. Some were intimidated by her; others were mistrustful. This one was...playful.

Her interest in the man was piqued. Laura pushed herself off the wall and silently closed the distance between them. She stopped just before their feet touched, her eyes looking up to meet the man’s. She was shorter than him, and though he was lean she was slender.

She silently and unblinkingly examined him from up close, gauging what sort of mutation he might have had. Except he didn’t appear physically altered like she was. The man looked like a normal human. Laura wanted to know why this was so. Perhaps, she thought, it was more of an internal change.

Laura allowed a ghost of a smile to emerge on her lips. “Your name?” she said. It was still so strange to hear the sound of her own voice. It was still recognizable, but different. Harsher. A byproduct of the bullet, she was told. Laura had gotten used to avoiding her voice for so long that she’d forgotten it changed.

SentinelSevn · Apr 30, 2017

VALK CERVIANUS | Location: GYM |

Valk had been unprepared for the approach, but was determined to not let her demeanor faze his own. He held his ground as she came just under a pace between them, his only reaction being a slight tuck of the chin; a sign of being slightly uncomfortable, while also to properly make up for the minor difference in height.

"Valk. or on paper, Shutdown." As soon as the words left his lips, he crossed his arms over his chest protectively. He hoped he wouldn't have to use his hands to defend himself at all, figuring that if she had come this close then there was no hostile intention. "And yours?" He quickly followed, yet again approaching with a nonchalant tone that inaccurately expressed his view on the situation.

It was as if the male was mesmerized by the red hue of the female's eyes, his own curiosity keeping him locked in a study of her features. There was no mystery as to why she got the nickname literally translating to 'she-devil'. He figured that she was already quite the attractive woman prior to her extraction, her rather exotic features only enhanced the mystery surrounding her.

Lexielai · Apr 30, 2017

Laura Spade

Location: Medical Bay, Gym

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Laura chewed over the name for a moment. Valk seemed a tad uneasy now. She noticed the way he tucked in his chin, and the way his posture subtly shifted as she approached. In her past life observing those types of little details was just part of the job. Now she almost wished she could’ve stayed ignorant to these things.

“Laura,” she answered him simply. She didn’t break eye contact, but tilted her head quizzically. “Are you a mutant as well?”

Her hands raised to gesture, but she was careful to avoid touching Valk. The doctors told her that her skin was unnaturally cold to the touch, and she wished not to disturb Valk any more than she already might.

SentinelSevn · Apr 30, 2017

VALK CERVIANUS | Location: GYM |

"Mutant?" Valk repeated, confident that she was referring to the alterations that the bullet had given them. "Yeah, an Augmented. And I'm taking a wild guess that you're a Natural." Following with a question of his own, his brow rose as to add a light questioning tone to his assumption.

Valk took the opportunity she had given him when she made the subtle gesture with her hands to break eye contact, hoping that the extended period they had taken to stare wasn't going to develop into an awkward silence. The corner of his lips would curl instead turn into a small smile, returning to look back towards her face before he began to speak again. "I've met scarier, don't worry." As if her hesitation for physical contact had given Valk a sense of reassurance, he released his right hand from the crossed posture they had been, only to bring it out in front of him in a form of greeting. A handshake, in fact, which he hoped wouldn't be come off as rude.

No matter how long he observed her features, more and more questions seemed to rise with each new altered physique he noticed. "I wonder if she acts like a devil..? Does she grow a set of horns? Or maybe wings..? If there are devils, maybe the program made someone look like an angel. Damned lab nerds, bringing religion into science..." He released a subtle chuckle at the thought, but continued to hold his hand raised outwards to her for a greeting. She didn't really leave him with much of a bad first impression so far, making him far less uncomfortable by the moment.

Lexielai · Apr 30, 2017

Laura Spade

Location: Gym

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Valk held his hand out. Laura looked at it, and hesitated. Did she want to take the risk?

Casting her doubt to the side, Laura took his hand in hers. His grip was warm and firm, unlike her uneasy and chilly palms. “Yes...a natural. That is what I was told I was,” she answered. Her answers tended to be clipped and she knew it, but Laura didn’t realize that today she’d already started speaking more than she ever did in the past few months.

Her curiosity carried on regardless. “Augmented...I’m not familiar with the term. What does that mean? Could you show me?”

SentinelSevn · Apr 30, 2017

VALK CERVIANUS | Location: GYM |

Valk became surprised by a sudden chill crawling up his hands, looking down to see that she had simply just shook his hand in response. It had been as if he had just thrust his hand in a bucket of ice water, yet he still slowly retracted his arm as usual, yet again not trying to come as rude.

Her question peaked his interest, Valk responding with a light nod of the head as he began to piece together the information. He had been aware that she was new to the team, but new to the entire concept was an entirely different perspective. "I wouldn't have guessed you would be new to the entire thing, with your name being as popular as it is." Valk subconsciously began rubbing together his two palms, bringing back the warmth that he had lost when shaking her hand.

"Augmented, a term classifying those with no physical adaptations, and only minor increases in physical capabilities. To make up for our lack of skills, we are usually given tools unique to us for combat assistance. Recalling what her exact words were moments ago, he stopped explaining any further as he realized she had asked to see the differences. "My bad, it'd be much easier for you to understand if you could see it, huh? Alright. Well, do you know where the training room is?" He then asked, expecting to give her a demonstration once they both made it to the room.

He had already taken his time in the room once today, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to practice again. Besides he actually had someone to critique him, which was a rarity with his behavior. "A partner, eh? It's been a while..

Lexielai · Apr 30, 2017

Laura Spade

Location: Gym

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Laura quietly shrugged her shoulders. Valk was right, for the most part. She knew her name was whispered in horror stories and whatnot as a consequence of her rebirth. It was nice in her past life when it was just criminals who quaked in her presence, but eliciting fear in everyone was...well, shitty.

She’d actually been so distracted in her first few days here that she paid zero attention to all the explanations the staff gave her. Maybe it was a bit embarrassing to be so clueless, but Laura figured she was owed at least a bit of disinterest after ECHO destroyed her life.

“The training room?” she repeated quizzically. Laura had no clue where that was, or the bathroom for that matter. Her red eyes looked expectantly to Valk, anticipating he’d eventually show her. Vaila starting wondering what sort of training was involved here. Standard shooting ranges? She didn’t really know what to expect.

LadyMatsudai · Apr 30, 2017

It was not long before another voice down the hall caught the attention of Margaret as well as the other two people she was speaking with, her eyes locking on the figure approaching them from the end of the hall. She could not see well at first but upon the stranger moving closer, Margaret managed to make out the man who had called out to them. His attire reminded her of someone who was very much into steampunk, the breathing mask, the chest plate with tubes sprouting here and there. Her head tilted slightly in realizing just how skinny the man was...more than what was considered 'healthy' for someone of his height. Well...'healthy' for what all of them were before they landed in this place.

Margaret gingerly held up her hands, open palms facing the approaching man to ensure she meant no harm. "I assure you, sir, we mean no harm to Wirt. I just ran into him...he found me and wanted to show me off," assured Margaret softly.

Euclid Leaf

SentinelSevn · Apr 30, 2017

VALK CERVIANUS | Location: GYM / MAIN HALL / ARMORY |

(Hey, making my way to the armory now for the suit. Hope you don't mind, I just assumed you would follow. If you want to switch plans, just let me know and I 'll make edits to my post.)

"You'd follow the hall south and there's a sign that says Sparring Arena.." Valk would respond, expecting her to at least know where that was. After a moment of the expected silence, he continued with a shake of his head and a chuckle. "Haha, oh boy. Nevermind, just follow me to the armory. We can walk to the Arena together, sound good?" He was quick to calm, all signs of initial uncomfortability vanishing and being replaced with a relaxing presence. Valk had no lingering fear for her anymore; she was just as lost and perhaps confused as the rest of them as soon as they had arrived.

Valk began to walk past her, looking back only when he was at the exit to make sure she would be following. "C'mon. Unless you've decided that you've lost interest in me already and don't want to see the potential of an Augmented." His playful tone had resurfaced, lacing his issued challenge with a competitive spirit.

--- MAIN HALL ---

As soon as Valk entered the main hall, he could see a group of the others collected at the far end past the Armory. He paid them no mind, figuring that he would not even have to make contact with them if he was headed to the Armory. However, he had the courtesy to at least point them out to Laura. With a single nod of his chin in their direction, he turned his head over his shoulder to speak to her without ceasing in his pace to their destination.

"The others down the hall are our teammates. It isn't all of them, but it's quite a few." Among them, the only identifiable figure was the hulking Overgrown that stood near them all. "The big ones an Overgrown.. Valk then continued, thinking that if she had little information on what an Augmented was that she would have little knowledge on an Overgrown or Harnesser as well. "They're bigger and stronger than the rest of us, but really aren't all mentally there. Wirt's basically a kid in a giant body.."

His introduction of the others was cut short when the duo approached the door to the armory. Amused, was hardly sufficient to describe his thoughts towards his current attitude. Recalling the last time he spent this much effort talking to someone was a strain to remember, and better yet, he didn't even have the slightest clue as to why he was doing it. Usually, he would shrug off an approach and continue his own daily routine. "It's got to be those demon eyes. Hypnotizing, probably. haha." Valk's own thoughts fabricated their own far fetched excuse to reason his actions, giving him some reason to accept why he wasn't maintaining the half-assed attitude that he had so strongly held during his time at the facility. "Oh well..

--- ARMORY ---

The doors to the armory came open with ease, however the contents within were a far different predicament. The armory was separated into different spaces for each member, a glass window being the only viewing point for the different high-tech security housing their gear. Luckily for the two, Valk's was the nearest to the left, and gave him easy access to his door.

Valk brought his palm up, and pressed it against a small glass keypad positioned right beside the iron-barred door. "You'd usually see the Augmented in the armory. Naturals, Harnessers, and Overgrown don't typically store much in here." The moment he finished speaking, the clicking of heavy metal bars gave Valk the sign that his vault was now open.

"There we go.. I didn't think I'd be going back in here today." Inside, an armor stand holding his suit upright was centered inside the small space. Around it were different compartments with replacement tools, individually sealed similarly to the door. "So this one's mine. I had minor tweaks to it done this morning, so it should be good. And you wanted to see our differences, yeah?"

Euclid Leaf · May 1, 2017

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Jarrell took another long breath, the faint sounds of fluids beginning to circulate within the external systems strapped to his chest and waist. He eyed the two strangers as if trying to dig under their very skin, his bright green eyes glaring like laser beams. He had seen Ezra around before, and the two haven't said much to another. He was somewhat of a typical 'awkward nice-guy' sort. He didn't seem like a bad person from what he understood, just a little too jumpy for his own. Or anyone's good, for that matter. But the older woman was completely new. Was she even a mutant? Then he spotted the operative I.D. tag hanging around her neck. Oh, this is one of them Spotless, as he has gotten to call them. Coming out squeaky clean and without any real problems after the bullet. How fortunate. She must have come in in the last few days. Neat and tidy, no doubt some kind of intellectual or book-lover, from the looks of it. Seemed mannered enough too. Nothing about her rang any of his 'bad vibe' alarms either, so he was unsure why Wirt was upset.

After a short moment, Jarrell blinked and turned up to Wirt. He knew the big guy liked to attach himself to people. Maybe he caught a liking to this woman? He could tell the tense situation was no doubt already troubling the big guy. And seeing that these two seemed to be of no real harm, he retreated a step back and pulled up his scarf to disarm the heavy mood.

"Well, you two don't seem to be those sorts in the first place..." he muttered, "Anyway, sorry for that. Just wouldn't want anything to happen to the big guy. He's one of the few people I actually like around here." looking over to Flux, "No offense..."

Jarrell kept his eyes were glued down at this point, and his speech was rapid and uneven. It seemed he was visibly uncomfortable and the more he spent talking, the worse this stiffness got. It was obvious that he is much more experienced at spouting threats than actually talking normally to others. "People around here caught on to calling me 'Green Kid'. Yeah, stupid name. But whatever. Green is fine, Kid is fine. I don't really care. Just don't call me by my real name. Only a few people are allowed to do that. And um." glancing up and scratching his brow with a dead-pan look, "This is where we're supposed to shake hands or something, right? Er. Well, we probably shouldn't. I wouldn't want to kill any of Wirt's friends by accident..." though the last bit was something of an exaggerated excuse for himself more so than her.

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Lexielai · May 1, 2017

Laura Spade

Location: Armory

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Laura followed Valk, observing the landmarks they passed on their way to the Arena. She glanced at the group in the Main Hall as they entered. Her glowing red eyes rested briefly on each: the Overgrown which Valk had called “Wirt”

whitepaperplates ; the kid with the re-breather and tubes connected to it, flowing with some sort of strange green liquid

Euclid Leaf ; the lean, fit brunette with jade green eyes

LadyMatsudai ; and the male with an interesting set of spiky green hair

zenguardian They all looked like an interesting bunch. She’d never seen any of them before, but recalled passing similarly strange looking individuals when she first arrived here. Laura wanted to know more about them, if only just to pass the time.

So, she unblinkingly stared at them until Valk opened the armory doors at the end of the hallway. Silently Laura then followed, turning her gaze away from the other mutants as she entered the armory.

Valk made his way through the room with a sense of purpose and a confidence in his step. As he pressed his hand against the scanner, he had all the look of a man familiar with this part of the facility. Upon his explanation, she started to understand why. Curious, Laura started looking around more carefully then, picking out the different pieces of equipment hidden behind the glass windows. Which were most likely bulletproof, and more likely Overgrown-proof.

As Valk’s vault then clicked open, Laura turned her eyes back to him and his armor. She tilted her head ever so slightly; the suit was a very impressive piece of equipment. Glowing lines lined parts of the tough-looking metal like ley lines, almost mystical in appearance.

She looked down at her attire of a simple pair of skinny jeans and a small white T-shirt. Then back to Valk. Well, there was one difference.

“Let us see the rest of the differences between us then,” she said, meeting Valk’s eyes with her own once more

SentinelSevn · May 1, 2017

VALK CERVIANUS | Location: ARMORY |

"Sounds good to me. Just let me get this thing on.." Valk said as he rotated the stand over so that the back of the suit faced them. One could see that the armor separated down its spine, allowing him to simply slide into the armor as if it were a second shell. What he didn't manage to slide into, however, were the gauntlets and the mask. They were detachable from the armor at the elbow joints and right below the jawline, making the suit into four different parts. He shifted the suit until his torso and legs comfortable in the suit, following with the placement of the gauntlets over his own arms. Valk opted to not wear the mask as of yet, deeming it unnecessary to have it on now where it would suppress anything he had to say.

Valk eyed the gauntlets, clicking a button along his palm to release a blade from the wrist of the armor. It snapped outward, clicking into place as it hit just over two feet in length, nearly scratching the walls of the vault. Bringing the blade up to his face, he examined the sharp edge with the very tip of his armored index finger.

"I think I'm good to go. But it's only fair that if I show you what I can do, that you do the same." Valk's attention left the blade, drifting back towards the female with him. On his face was a smirk, as if he had some ulterior motive for requesting her to do the same. Of course, he had none, but her recent arrival to the facility meant that not everyone had experience with her capabilities as of yet. Knowing each other's abilities was vital in their line of work, the synergy required in their operations far exceeding that of some standard civilian squad. Each individual had their perks, their niches, and their unique style. Survival meant learning how to fit these many qualities together; quite a difficult concept for someone as independent as Valk to understand.

Lexielai · May 1, 2017

Laura Spade

Location: Armory, Sparring Arena

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(Hope you don't mind the transition to the Sparring Arena)

“Are you challenging me, Valk?” Laura responded. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but it had been awhile since her last bout. Her eyes remained steady, but Valk’s blade remained carefully within her peripheral vision.

She cocked her head and smiled slightly before turning on her heel, walking out of the armory without a word while expecting Valk to follow. Above a nearby door was a holographic display with the words “Sparring Arena” above it which Laura casually walked towards. She remained focused as she scanned her ID on the security scanner. The doors whooshed open, revealing a large, cylindrical room.

Inside were pieces of ruined terrain. Walls, rocks, vehicles and the like, arranged in a manner reminiscent of a wartorn cityscape. The round edges of the cylindrical structure’s walls had a digital, grid-like pattern upon them that looked like the holographic background simulators she’d seen in the police academy. Originally used in military training to immerse soldiers in a simulation, complete with realistic visual and auditory features.

Laura walked towards the center of the room, looking up as she did to try and find the ceiling. At the very top of the room the walls curved into a dome, also covered in the same grid pattern as the walls. At the very opposite edge of the room and near the top, Laura noticed, was a long glass viewport. Most likely an observation room, though there did not seem to be anyone inside.

She spun on her heel, expecting Valk to make his way inside any day now. Her red eyes stared at him, hands relaxed by her side. “You first,” she challenged, waiting for him to make the first move.

SentinelSevn · May 1, 2017

VALK CERVIANUS | Location: SPARRING ARENA |