Research Facility, Declared ABOVE Top-Secret

[Lykaios]

"ARGH!" he screamed at random, as he awoke. It was a strange feeling, awakening from a slumber he didn't recall falling into. Raxel looked around, seeing his location for the first time. It was...a medical ward of some kind, but where it was, he wasn't sure, nor did he care. He just wanted out of there as soon as possible. But where would out be, either?

He had only just begun to get his mind into focus when people entered the room, startled to see him awake. One screamed in shock, and in came an older gentleman, wearing a labcoat, rather than a surgical smock. That immediately caught his attention, since he looked so out of place in a med-lab.

"Where am I?" he asked, a voice deeper and more resonating with careful aggression than he expected. It wasn't a voice he was sure he knew. Perhaps something could be explained, perhaps not. He just wanted out of there really badly.

"You're at a top-secret location, where you've been...brought back to life, shall we say, for purposes greater than you may know." the labcoat wearing man spoke. He was aged, not quite middle-aged, but not yet elderly. He was somewhere in between, and apparently knew of what he spoke.

"Who are you?" he asked.
"I, am Doctor Marshall Ross. Call me Marshall. And what, is your name, my friend?" labcoat responded coolly.
"...I don't know."
"In that case, shall I refresh your memory?" and with that, a screen lit up, with four large letters.

L. E. A. R.

And in moments, the letter's blurred, re-arranged themselves, and another letter appeared.

R. A. X. E. L.

"Your name, is Raxel." Marshall said.
"Raxel?"
"Yes."
"And that tells me, exactly what?"
"That you, are a Nobody."
"To hell with you too."
"No, I mean that is what you are. A Nobody. You are not human."
"I appear human, so why say I'm not?"
"Because it is truth. Inside you know it to be true, just you can't admit it. You don't feel anything that we humans have called emotion, only remnants of such things. You're a replica, in a sense."

Raxel's look intensified, a rage of astronomic proportions building. What gave him the right to call him inhuman? And no emotion? Only a soulless creature could have no emotion. But then he realised, all he knew was rage.

"What...if I believe you?"
"Then I could help awaken your innate...gifts. Make you self-aware, stronger, faster, nigh on invincible at the height of your power. You are tasked on this Earth to enstrengthen our forces, and save lives. Innocent or not, but to save lives. You-"
"I have no interest in saving others. Only what concerns me. And my existence." he interrupted.

Marshall's eyes narrowed malevolently. It seemed he had anticipated such reactions. Or maybe it was just how he responded to such words. Raxel didn't know, nor did he care. He just wanted answers.

"If, you wish to know things, you must first agree to assist mankind. Your other left a final note to you, hoping you would see the light, for he can no longer do the same." Marshall said, holding out a small piece of paper.

Raxel, not bothering to conceal his displeasure, took the note and scanned over it, not caring how he may look in his state of ignorance and anger. However, his long red hair, scarred arms and muscular physique became apparent to him then. He wasn't scrawny, nor was he all muscle, just the right mix of densities.

"Alright, so what should I be expecting?" he asked, already slightly sure of the answer.
"Weapons. Weapons, beyond your wildest dreams."

And that, was what caught his attention.

((I'd add more, and be more elaborate...but I gotta go to bed...work in...10 hours and I gotta get up in 6 D: Fail-lack-of-licence is FAIL!)

[Lykaios]

He had been promised weapons beyond his wildest dreams, and so far, all they had offered him were meager attempts to satisfy his anticipation. He'd been waiting for five days now, and was seriously beginning to get frustrated with their false pretenses and empty promises. He was itching to test his skills in combat, as he'd only been able to spend some time surveying the kinds of creatures they had managed to capture, and practicing his weapon-work in the training gallery for a short time every second day. He was getting sick of this crap, and he needed to work-out the kinks in his muscles and joints.

The facility they had him housed in was fairly large. It was supposedly top-secret (above, in fact) but it wasn't exactly too difficult to spot. Within the four storey interior, were at least one-hundred and twenty rooms, should some be closed off. The sheer size of the building was over-whelming. Some rooms were massive, for certain purposes, others were cubicles, and there were so many hallways, one could find themselves lost in a moment.

He was locked in a room in the living quarters. Staff were barely allowed to leave the premises, let alone see or contact their families via phoneline or any means. Everything had to remain cut-off in there, unless it was of serious importance. Not even a staff-members newborn was important enough to warrant immediate acknowledgement.

"This is so humiliating. I'm not some lab rat. I need to get out of here." he mumbled in the silence of his room. He lay on his feathery bed, arms folded, hands cupped under his head. In a stand before his wardrobe, rest the few blade's he'd been given to begin with, a Longsword akin to one wielded by Tidus, a Murasame akin to Auron's, as well as a Masamune, wielded by Sephiroth. But then there were the weapons he was 'born' with; his Gunblade, aptly named "The Husk" and his Grieve Edge's, the blade's curving out from his boots, raking forward like a talon, and repeating on the back, so every step he takes, a 'clink clink' is heard.

An announcement came over the building's system, and his attention piqued momentarily.

"Attention all personnel, Subject X has lost consciousness in this last test, and has momentarily berserked. We may experience minor power shortages throughout the building as we attempt to secure him."

His temporary interest lost, he rose to his feet and put his Grieve Edge's, named "Dawn" and "Dusk" on, equipping himself with the Longsword and Murasame. He was going out. One way or another.

Pressing the five key code to unlock his door, he watched it slide open, and was just in time to witness one of Ross' underling's run past, who quickly noticed his door open, and stop. Turning around, she took one quick look at his get-up and assumed his decision.

"You wish to practice?"
"Of course I do. I'm sick of sitting around doing nothing." he spat with particular venom in his tone. His boredom was really sinking in.
"Fine then. Follow me."

She was like ice. Almost as cold as he seemed to be. It was only natural for him to follow her, clinking along behind. At first, he assumed he was being led towards this "Subject X", but was shortly proven incorrect.

"Special training ground, organised just for you. We've been wanting to give you a full-scale test in the field. We had to wait till all preparations were one hundred percent."
"I see..." he was moderately shocked.

Walking into the expansive hall, he wondered just what preparations she meant, but quickly assumed the maximum extent of their funding capabilities. It was indeed elaborate, and quite well built up, obviously they expected lots of damage.

"And what exactly is going to go on in here?" he asked her.
"You will enter open combat with a selection of Dual Horns, Ogre's and other fiends or demons we have obtained. The environment is subject to change, as a virtual reality has been structured in the creation of this combat zone."

Impressed, he was quite ready to begin.

"Well, when's my first field-test?"
"2100 hours, this evening."
"Perfect."

[epsilon]

Alarms rang through the floor, heavy barrier doors shut with a dull thud, and entire sections were sealed off from the rest of the facility. Acid green security lights flashed, bathing everything in an eerie glow. A woman trapped in a corridor banged furiously against the barrier that prevented her escape. Shouts to remain calm came from the other side as her colleagues raced to override the lockdown. The woman’s screamed echoed through the nearby rooms, right into the centre of the area. He could hear her, crying in vain for a rescue she did not deserve. None of them deserved to be rescued! Again and again they put him through torture just so they could perfect the weapon, to discover its properties, to find out why it had mutated in such a way for him. He already knew the answer, already knew why the original had joined him. This weapon, this sword, this thing they called the Keyblade. It was no longer theirs; it no longer wished to bend to their will. It transformed itself into an extension of his body, not theirs. It was his now, his Rosen Blade. The suffering they put them through would not go unpunished.

“Soon my friend, soon we will be free,” he muttered; feeling the rage inside him bubbling, ready to explode. This was not the first time, nor would it be the last. Sometimes they intentionally triggered it, the moments he could not recall. Today they had pushed him again and again, forcing him to slaughter innocent creatures or else he’d be unrelentingly electrocuted. He would not allow it, not for their sake, or the sake of their people. He cared not for whoever or whatever their reason for this experiment. He growled as he slammed against the door over and over again. Every time it opened just a little more, the mangled body of a bull preventing it from ever closing. He had to act quickly, before the rage overwhelmed him. With a final effort the door swung open, crashing into the wall and cracking the hinges. They wouldn’t be using this lab for a while. Another growl escaped his as he pushed all other thoughts aside and rushed into the corridor. Almost instantly he was bombarded with an array of traps, electrified floor panels, rigged ballistic and tranquiller loaded firearms, firewalls, and jets spewing forth a lesser form of liquid nitrogen. He roared in agony and fury, the traps proving almost futile. He felt his consciousness slipping, with every passing moment his control lessened. It was useless to resist his anger.

“Graaaaaaaah!”

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“Doctor, he’s progressing into second state. Shall we initiate anti-berserk measures?”
“No, not yet. I want to watch his transformation with my own eyes.”
“But, Doctor, if we don’t… there are still people down there!”
“I’m aware of that. Prepare the measures, activate them immediately after his transformation is complete.”
“Sir!”

Dr. Ross frowned to himself as he examined the multitude of screens before him. They were all focused on the rampaging subject. It seemed that over the years he had gained some control over his rage, able to suppress it and prevent transformation for longer and longer periods of time. Sadly, it seemed that half and hour was still the best he could do.

The good doctor watched intently, examining everything. He had not yet had the pleasure of observing the subjects transformation. It was the first time since the last overseer of the project had been killed that the boy had been pushed to his limits. The red bandages that concealed the burns on his torso began to glow, the bandages on his arms changing to the same colour and following suit. His eyes turned red and his skin changed to a more scale like tissue. Horns protruded from the front of his head, curving back over his hair. The strange weapon he carried in his right hand reacted too, the blade turning a flaming red and becoming narrower. The tips of his fingers became small claws and a long tail grew from the base of his spine. Small leather wings sprouted from his shoulders, spanning a totally length of two metres combined.

“A brilliant specimen. Such a waste for him to be used as the guineapig for another project. If only we could harness his power,” Dr. Ross mumbled to himself, dozens of ideas whizzing through his head. Around him, in the main control room of the facility, people were rushing back and forth in a panic. Most of them were familiar with the subjects berserk status from hands on experience, making them more wary of the situation than Dr. Ross. Many of them stared at his back, concern in their eyes. Most people were unsure if it was a good idea to put him in charge, and some even believed that he would be the death of them all. One or two of them even stopped to watch the screens too. The transformation now complete the subject sped through the halls with renewed vigour, easily evading a majority of the traps.

“Initiate the counter measures, use whatever level of force required but don’t over do it. I want to see what he’s capable of.”

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The woman was cowering in the corner, crying, as the people on the other side failed repeatedly to override the lockdown. The sound of shattering glass turned her attention to the barrier at the far side of the hall. For a few moments everything went silent, then a flaming object pierced the door on one side. She whimpered as it began to slowly move across the door. The sound of gears behind her alerted her to the success of her colleagues. She turned and watched as the door began to rise, not looking back down the hall. She cried out in delight when the door was almost high enough to crawl under easily, unaware of what was about to happen.

A loud, hollow, boom filled the corridor, followed by multiple crashes and a sound that was the mixture of metal scrapping against metal and a crunching like sound. The door stopped rising, the gears groaning under the sudden unexpected stress. Half of the door from the other side had lodged itself into the one blocking her path. She screamed and scrambled to crawl through the partly risen door, barely able to squeeze through. Her colleagues rushed to help pull her through. When she had half way out she let out a blood-curdling cry and began to spit out blood. The others grabbed her arms as tight as they could and heaved with all their might. A collective expression of utter terror crossed their faces as they heard the tearing of flesh, combined with the cries of the woman. She was in pain far exceeding agony. They looked down at what they had managed to save, the upper half of a body. One man fainted; another fell to his knees and wept. The rest just turned and fled, able to keep a level enough head to attempt an escape. A muscular tail, like that of a lizard, crept under the door and speared the weeping man as the monster pursuing them grunted heavily with effort, raising the jammed door himself. It gave the fleeing scientists time to run into yet another barrier door. In their effort to rescue their friend they had forgotten that they whole floor had gone under lockdown. They knew their friends were dead, the echoing sound of something metallic clinking against the ground assured them they wouldn’t last much longer either. One broke down into madness, bashing away at the barrier controls. His two remaining colleagues watched in fear as his head suddenly rolled to their feet and his body collapsed to the ground. X growled furiously as he raced towards the survivors, pouncing upon the closer one, his clawed fingers, toes, and heals easily tearing into his flesh. That was when the barrier sharply jumped open, revealing several large military robots. The final man rushed past them, X unable to chase him any further. The red-scaled boy lunged at the machines, grappling with the first one while his tail swung around to receive his weapon from the control panel. Sadly for him, it was too late; the three robots levelled their weapons and fired.


((OOC: I don't have the very original post Tidus, but if you can find in on your computer then email it to me. I'll probably edit it and swap it in with this post))

[Lykaios]

((OOC: I say it works better than your original, and it's still pretty similar to the original from what I remember anyway.))

It wasn't long at all, that they were in the room, until the power cut out and the red warning lights lit everything up in a dark red glow. It seemed, there had been some...problems in re-establishing control with this so-called, Subject X. Raxel looked around the room, as is expecting the answers to fall into his lap. When none came, he looked towards his escort.

"What's happening?" he asked blandly.
"I am not at all sure." she looked around, and then pulled out a communicator or some kind.
"Doctor, what is the situation?"

Doctor Ross' voice buzzed through, his drivel the same through a speaker, as opposed to his real voice, in face to face circumstances.

"I have the situation under control. The subject has been hit with tranq rounds and won't--that's impossible!"
"Doctor! What's happening??" she replied, with a hint of terror.
"The subject has regained consciousness and...and...ANNIHILATED the Mark-Seven Alpha-Two-Zee-Nine Prototype in one blow! Subject X is phenomenal!"
"Sir, tell me; is he still conscious???" she was utterly terrified now.

What was so bad about this 'Subject X' that they were talking about, Raxel couldn't help but wonder.

"No, X has lost his consciousness. It seems clear. Verde, send in the cage. Make sure the voltage is up by twenty percent. We don't need his regularly increasing powers to have the negating effect it did towards the end of that last experiment again!"
"Right, Doctor!"
"Now, Syl, you must bring Raxel to me. I wish him to view this subject. Another test will be conducted in...thirty minutes, that's 2045. Confirm?"
"Right, Doctor. We shall be with you in five."

Raxel rolled his eyes, the choice was against his will. How he despised that. But it seemed at this time, much of his life was going to be as such. What a terrible life he'd been thrust into, one in which everything was so completely disjointed and completely disproportioned, that nothing was sacred. Nothing was right, all is incomplete. That was Raxel's immediate opinion on this world, after learning a few things from the staff of the facility.

Syl, the woman looked at him, expecting a response. When none came, she rolled her eyes and he merely shrugged his shoulders, in a fashion that could have almost been taken for a let's just do this response. And so, the two forcibly opened the exit door, to begin their trek to where the good Doctor was holed up.

"Raxel, we'll need to use the ventilation system, as most of these doors are locked tight. Many are even reinforced. We won't be able--"

With two heaving slashes using the Masamune, Raxel had pierced the first reinforced door, with the resulting shockwaves from the attacks propelling the attack's damage into the next one. By seeing such, one would assume that some of Sephiroth's attacks themselves were directly learnt more from the blade. However this was not true. Raxel had tapped into his first real attack skill. Syl was awestruck, impressed and devastated all in the few seconds it had taken for him to cause such colossal devastation.

"Or...there is always your method."
"Just be quiet." he snapped, as he continued along the most direct route towards the good Doctor, never once stopping to check the bodies, knowing somehow or another, if it was on the floor; it was dead. It had seemed, that this Subject X had come exceptionally close to Marshall Ross. This Subject was not to be under-estimated.

"We're here." he grunted, heaving the door open for himself and Syl.

[Tifa Lockhart]

The journey to the top secret compound had been four types of uneventful. Boring, Dull, drab and shitty. It made Rewin restless for some action, but her escort assured her that with her new 'partner' action was likely to come in droves.
I like the sound of that. She thought to herself, wondering if this person was as tough as they were all making out.
The facility was not really that remarkable, and Rewin couldn't help but feel that if she were a scientist with a top secret lab, she'd at least go to the effort to make it look like a lab out of some sort of horror film... complete with the horrible echoing screams, just for a little extra class.

Getting in wasn't so hard, her guide flashed a clearance card to the guard and soon he was leading her briskly down several long white-washed halls. It reminded her of a hospital... she didn't LIKE hospitals very much :/
Nice place... She grumbled to herself, What sort of amazing skill could they breed in a dump like this... other than bacteria?
There was no one in sight as they headed down the hallways, and Rewin was thoroughly enjoying the silence.
"Here we are." Her guide finally said, swiping a card to gain access through a doorway, gesturing for her to go first before following her into the room.
It wasn't particularly big, but it looked down into a larger room, a training area of some sort it seemed. The glass between them and the other room looked to be quite thick, obviously designed to defend those in the observation room from anyone in the other area that might be a little less than friendly, and Rewin got the impression that this place saw plenty of THOSE types, the glass looked a tiny bit worn in places.

There were other people in the chamber, two of whom seemed fairly unremarkable to her, scientists perhaps? But the third caught her attention. He seemed a little different, she inspected him from behind her purple lenses, trying not to make the action seem obvious.
Her guide cleared his throat to garner their attention, "This is the one from Aquilas." He said.

[Lykaios]

He had yet to release hold of his Masamune, grand katana since his arrival. Doctor Marshall Ross had remained close to silence since he and the scientist named Syl had arrived, he seemed to be waiting on something, or someone. But within minutes, a man and a woman entered the room. Raxel didn't need to look to know this. The sounds of the footsteps made that perfectly clear to him.

This is the one from Aquilas." the male spoke, obviously directing toward Doctor Ross.
"Ah, excellent timing. We were just about to bring underway the experiment Dante was requested to send someone to watch." he responded, coolly waving her over.

Raxel took a careful glimpse of the woman from the corner of his eye. She was pretty, and had quite a look about her. She was no princess. She was a warrior. That was good news. Had they gotten him a sparring partner? He could only wish for such.

"Right. Now, activate Subject X; genetic research material test subject: experiment and test, two-hundred, thirteen. Test activation time: 2049 hours, 41 seconds."

And so began the next test, with Subject X at it's central point.

[epsilon]

He pounded on the door sluggishly, denting it until it broke open. A fierce growl escaped his lips as he ripped through the gap, pulling himself into the large room beyond. The room was empty but he knew they were nearby. Suddenly he spun around and threw his sword at the glass to the observation area. The blade embedded itself in the reinforced glass, much to X's distaste. He growled again as he looked around the room, his tail swish back and forth. It was large and rather empty, with only one way in or out. Providing you can't break the class that is. He heard the heavy blast doors close behind him, sealing him in.

"DIE!" he roar, suddenly lunging into the air and slamming into the glass. He growled louder than before, attempting to break through with his claws.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Without bothering to offer the subjects in the room with her much notice Rewin turned her scrutinizing gaze onto the testing room as their subject 'x' came out. His hostility didn't surprise her, she knew that if she was kept in a box and was thrown into all sorts of insane tests for the sadistic pleasure of a group of scientists that she too would want to destroy them. She didn't so much as blink as the sword embedded itself in the glass, but she did ready herself as the subject threw himself at the window.

She was ready for an encounter if it came to that... needless to say, so far their 'demonstration' had not really impressed her.

[Elario Luminus]

Leon's radio cracked into life while he was doing chin-ups from a weapons rack. Sighing, he dropped onto the Pelican's floor and picked it up.
'Leon here.'
'Sergeant, we're dropping you now. Take a seat. This LZ is cold. Wake your Corporal up. We'll explain everything when you get to your destination.'
The radio clicked off, and when Leon went to wake up Butch, he found he was already awake, having heard the call.
'Finally something to do, huh?'
'Yeah, seems that way. Get your gear and grab a seat; they're dropping us off.'
'Aye aye.'

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Minutes later, Leon and Butch were boots on the ground. Checking his HUD, Leon found where they needed to go wasn't in front of them...it was beneath them, behind a huge ramp that dug into the ground. Guess that's where we go.
They jogged over to the door, where they were stopped by the guards there.
'Identify yourselves!'
Knowing that these guys were obviously higher rank than he was, he snapped to a salute.
'ODST Sergeant Leon Manik, and ODST Corporal Daniel Butch. We've been sent here on orders to see Marshall.'
The guard nodded, and pressed a key to open the door, where a Jeep came out, picked up the ODSTs, and took them to Marshall.

[epsilon]

Doctor Ross grinned at the specimen before him. He finally got to see it up close and personal. He approached the windows, fully aware that he could potentially break through them. Surprisingly the subject stopped when he got closer, staring intently at the doctor. There was no mistaking the fury in it's eyes. This thing they called Subject X was the strangest creature any facility held captive. With a smile he reached his hand over a control panel and pressed a button. With a hiss, several large doors opened inside the room and within moments masses of Grats were swarming the area. Another press of the button and the doors slammed shut again, trapping the grats inside. Subject X simply glared at Ross. Ross knew it was aware of it's surroundings, even if the human within was unconscious.

The all of a sudden the subject had throwing itself off the window and fell into the swarming plant beasts, the sword becoming dislodged and following its master. As soon as X had hit the ground, flames erupted from his mouth as he lunged at the closest grat. The poor thing was confused and unable to fight back, being torn to shreds in moments. Its deathly shrieks of agony alerted its bretheren to the impending danger. They wasted no time in turning around and attempting to beat the threat down with thier flailing tentacles. The subject moved with incredible speed, weaving in and out of the whip like appendages. The stench of blood soon filled the air as he savagely torn through all the grats, eventually reaching his sword.

His presence grew ominous to the grats as he wrapped one clawed hand around the hilt of the weapon. A slow twisting flame began to engulf the blade as they rushed in again. He roared as he spun around and sliced several grats in half at once. Luckily for him, these beasts were malnourished and in bad shape. This fight was already draining a lot of energy from him. The beasts seemed to be in an endless supply.

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X's breathes came slow and heavy. He wasn't aware of how much time had passed since he trapped in that room, wasn't aware of how many of the putrid green weeds he had slain. All he knew was that it was over and he was almost gone. He was exhausted, soaked from head to tail in blood, and his sword felt as if it weighed more than a small elephant. A final growl escaped him before he passed out and collapsed.

Up in the control room Ross had already called for people to return the subject to it's holding bay. With any luck it wouldn't wake up before then, not that it would matter much. Before his eyes the transformationg process reversed itself, revealing the young looking boy that was the original body.

"So, what do you think of our special friend?" Doctor Ross almost chuckled.

[Lykaios]

The good Doctor seemed to take extra pleasure in watching X's suffering. Though, X seemed almost unharmed by the Grat's that had been placed in the testing room with the subject. He seemed more delicate after transforming into the seemingly human state. He was likely still unimagineably dangerous, however, and should not be taken lightly. His immediate impression was What have they done to this guy? but it quickly changed when he sensed malice, for not so much, what they had done to HIM, but more to the point, what they'd put him THROUGH.

"My thoughts, Doctor, are on the inhumanity of your subjections. However, he does appear quite strong. What is the purpose, or reasoning behind these experiments?" Raxel posed the question.
"Why? For what reason does any scientist pose tests? For the sake of science and PROGRESSION. We've been using this creature; Subject 'X', as we've come to call him, as a specimen for Keyblade manufacture. However, the trial Keyblade became infused with him in way's we'd never thought possible, and now readily changes it's form as he does."
"And just how can you think that resolves the issue's of keeping him against his will? How can you readily justify your actions against a living being, with 'in the name of science'? You're the only real sicko's in this world, and mankind is better off without you!"
"Don't feign caring for this creature. A Nobody is incabable of caring, so you'd be best to ignore these details. If he is capable of correcting the severed links in our Keyblade research, he is a worthy specimen. Dead, alive, or incapacitated."
"Tch." Raxel released under his breath.

He was by far, completely unimpressed with this madman's raving's. Scientist's, so far to him, acted as only the final product was important, not the creature whose lives may be lost in the process of creating said final product.

"Fine. I'm going back to my cell." he said, posing it as more of a 'yeah, I'm not just a simple animal you can lock up.'

As he stepped out, an army squad member stood pale-faced before him. Raxel's attire, holstered Gunblade, Longsword and Murasame, along with the still hand-held Masamune, turning him from a clearly determined foot-soldier to a "oh shit, I'm going to die in two seconds time" foot-soldier. The steady 'clink clink' of Raxel's Grieve Edge's adding more fear to the mix.

"Get out of my way." he snapped, and the soldier jumped aside in an instant. Raxel's jacket, collared in fiery looking fabric, along with the fiery shins to his gothic pants left a lasting effect on the soldier, and possibly the two other's with him. Despite the lack of wind, his lower-back length over-coat, swayed along behind him, at the brisk pace he moved at.

The soldier regained his composure and stood in the door to the viewing chamber.

"Doctor Ross, sir, I have Seargeant Leon Manik and Corporal Daniel Butch, of the ODST division of the Australian Army, reporting for your new directives for them."
"Ah, good. Welcome Butch and Manik. Forgive the rudeness of entry-reception, but as I'm sure you both can tell...that man is a little cold-hearted. Oh! Pardon my pun...oh, well, I suppose you wouldn't get the joke anyway, would you? Never mind. Actually, the grumpy and rude man to have just left was a part of your orders. You two are to escort Hunter Rewin here, and he; Raxel to the Guardian's Warehouse outside of Perth, and accompany them until it is clear that a) they can survive on they're own, or b) die. You with them, or not, is up to you. Clear?"

Oh, was Ross an arse-hole. Raxel merely stayed in his room, formulating a means to set the subject known as 'X' free. Something had to be done, but before he could do anything about X, he had to field test his own abilities, so he knew whether or not he was capable of handling himself in the field. And to keep Doctor Marshall Ross guessing, was something that he wanted to try and do.

"The time will come." he said to himself, as he let himself fall into a slumber, hands under his head, with his many various weapons stashed in their appropriate tray, Grieve Edge's on the ground. The deep slumber of a man unsure of where he was headed.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Rewin watched silently, her pale eyes following every movement the test subject made with intensity. She stepped forward for a time, and removed her purple lensed glasses, as if to get a better look. There was a strange look on her face, something that was hard to get a clear reading of. She was either highly impressed or appalled, the expression seemed to be a good mix of the two. As the fight turned to a close her intensity grew, and for a split second as the creature returned to its human form, a look of anger filled her eyes. Quickly though the expression was dampened as she returned her glasses to her face and turned to address the professor.

She never got to speak however, instead subjected to listening to the exchange between the scientists and the strange red-haired man. She watched curiously as he voiced his objections and left, leaving the poor guard at the door quaking in his boots. Again she opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes were snapped in the direction of yet more newcomers. They were soldiers it seemed, pathetic throw-aways that she'd never had the time of day for. They had a... limited variety of uses, and an even more limited life-span. She had no time for people with a tendency for dying. Tearing her eyes away from these rather unremarkable men she decided to remind these people of her presence, she didn't like to be ignored, and she liked even less that they were speaking about her as if she wasn't there.

So she began to clap, as if she were congratulating them or something.
"Interesting demonstration." She said in her level tone, not showing too much interest, "I shall be sure to inform the House-master of what i witnessed, as i was tasked with so doing." She moved her head just slightly, her side locks sliding to the side a little as the light flashed across her glasses, briefly revealing her eyes and their scornful look beneath before they returned to their shielded state, "But... what i am more concerned with is this 'partner' of mine." Her eyes jerked to the door where the man in question had departed, "I wish to meet him before we're expected to leave here."

[Elario Luminus]

Leon inwardly growled at their new orders. He didn't like escort missions, as there was always the extremely high risk of being attacked on the way to their destination. He sighed, looked at Butch and nodded.
'Roger that. Let me know when you wish to leave, and we'll take you where you need to go. Butch, see if you can get a TT Warthg running.'
'Aye, Sir'
With Btch gone somewhere else, Leon looked at Rewin. Then walked up to her and got in her face.
'Listen here, Buttercup; I know you don't think me of much use, and I certainly don't think I need to escort you anywhere. If you can just let me do my job, than it'll be all fine and dandy. You've no idea what I've lost to get here, and I don't need, nor want, your contempt.'
He straightened up, and put his helmet on, flicking the visor down. He nodded, and walked in the direction his team mate had gone.

((I actually have no idea if I'm the same room as you guys, so let me know. ^.^;)

[Lykaios]

((OOC: Firstly; yeah, you're in the same room Rewin and I are/were.))

Marshall Ross didn't honestly care about their opinions on his experiments.They had no rights to try and counter progression of science. It was what gave them their weapons, and even their advancement forms. There was nothing without the advancements he and his ilk developed, and experimentation to confirm things was a necessary evil. How could they not understand that?

"I have no problem with you visiting Raxel in private, but go at your own peril." he waved her away, as though shooing a fly. He then turned his attention to the ODST's.
"None of your means of transport will be necessary, as we will be provided transport for your group." he waved his hand to Syl's attention, who handed the ODST's a card key.
"That'll get you into your room for your stay. You may be here for a few days before things get going." and Syl walked to Rewin;
"I'll take you to see Raxel on my way to prepare his testing zone. We have arranged for him to test his battle limits for our research results to prove whether we were successful or otherwise."

Without waiting, Syl began to walk towards Raxel's room, not checking to see if Rewin was in tow. Upon reaching his room, she slip her card in the slot, and the door slid open. As the door opened, the noise woke him from his slumber. He wasn't a heavy sleeper, in the slightest.

"Your combat will be rescheduled for tomorrow. Rewin wished to speak to you in private; and thus your room's camera and microphone shall be switched off." she said, her voice as emotionless as usual.
"So, you did have my room tapped? I should have guessed. I had suspicions, but I kinda thought you scum-bags had limits to your patheticness. Apparently not."
"It was--"
"Save it. I don't need your excuses." he growled, his red eye glowed with a hue of desire. A desire immediately and unmistakeably deadly. Apparently; he held the rage traits of a fire-user well.

"Send her in, when she wishes." he said, waving her away.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Rewin stared down the ODST, not even remotely intimidated by his speech and behaviour. She hated his type, and was not pleased about having to work with him. Indignantly she watched him leave, moving to follow the scientist who was to lead her to her new 'partner' without so much as sparing the soldiers a second glance.
She kept up with the woman just fine, no more interested in her than she had been the soldiers or anyone else for that matter. She waited by the door as the scientist went into the small room, soon the woman was re-emerging and ushering her inside. She seemed edgy, and fled quite quickly.

Rewin entered the room as she was instructed, removing her glasses and pocketing them as she came to stand inside. She surveyed the man again, closer now than she had been before. He was quite stocky, fiery eyed and angry looking. He had the look of a formidable fighter... she liked that.
"Let us get something straight first up." She said, making sure he knew that she was not about to let him control this conversation, "I do not expect you to like me, and i do not expect to end up liking you. I usually work on my own, i've never needed anyone. But i will not walk away from an assignment, and so i expect us to cooperate and get the work done, nothing more." Her eyes flashed as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, propping a hand on her hip.