Drako and Claw

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You know what to do.

 

Sheet:

 

Name:

Codename(if you worked for the government):

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality:

Mutations:

Origin:

History:

Family:

Other:

 

Mine:

 

Name: Rodrick Orion Baxter

Codename(if you worked for the government): Dr. Radian

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Radian stands at about 6'1, and is pale and scrawny from his years on the streets. He has jet black, scraggly hair, gold yellow eyes, and an unkempt, wiry mustache and beard. He wears a white lab coat over a silver dress shirt, brown, baggy pants, a utility belt that he wears over his coat, and black boots. He also wears reading glasses and bandages on his head to cover the mutation there.

Personality: Paranoid, slightly depressed, guilty and cynical, Radian has been battered and bruised by life, and it shows. He is prone to occasional outbursts of hostility due to the constant stress, and can take a while to come back down from one if he's irritated enough.

Mutations: He has the ability to read the minds of anyone standing within five yards of him, but he cannot block out other intruding thoughts. Also has an "all-seeing" third eye on his forehead, which looks like a hieroglyphic-style tattoo and is kept covered at all times due to the intense pain is causes him when it is uncovered. Its powers are currently unknown.

Origin: U.S.A, Georgia, Metro Atlanta

History: Was a scientist who studied the Core. Jumped ship soon after the war started. Now lives on the streets. Aside from that, he doesn't discuss it.

Family: Cut all ties with them when he joined the research team.

Other: ???

 

Claw's:

 

Name: Cyrus Lanham

Codename(if you worked for the government):

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Cyrus . His eyes are a bright green, hair auburn, and skin pale. He has both dark and light lines that creep across his skin like vines. They aren't always visible depending on how strong or weak he is.

Personality: Cyrus is a manic sociopath known to lash out if threatened. His patience is incredibly thin, so he preferrs to stay alone to avoid the stupidity of others. He is rude, ill-tempered, and explosive when upset. Aside from all of this, he usually finds someone he fiercely protects. In the past, it was his twin brother.

Mutations: The control of energy. He can sap it from others or give it off. If put under enough stress, he becomes an either shadowy being or one made of blinding light. One is dark matter and the other is made of electricity.

Origin: USA, Alaska, Fairbanks

History: He was treated in a government-run mental facility for his homicidal tendencies when put under stress, and remained seperated from other patients. Why? Because he wasn't being used in the same studies. Cyrus was incredibly intelligent, to the point where blueprints and plans were passed down to him before given the clear. His sharp eyes and quick fixes prevented many a disaster, but not even he could stop the catastrophy. Why? Because he was one of the first to be mutated. A brilliant mind locked in a cell due to a dangerous and uncontrollable power. But, he remained calm and rather enjoyed being locked away from others. Until the testing came. At first, it was willing. Blood tests, x-rays, that sort of thing. The tests eventually grew more violent an painful until one day. He snapped. The carnage that followed was and still is something he isn't proud of.

Family: Identical twin brother named Matthew, Grace (mother), and Tim (father).

Other:

Edited December 21, 2013 by Drako_tamer

[shadow_claw]

Here we go

 

Name: Cyrus Lanham

Codename(if you worked for the government):

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Cyrus . His eyes are a bright green, hair auburn, and skin pale. He has both dark and light lines that creep across his skin like vines. They aren't always visible depending on how strong or weak he is.

Personality: Cyrus is a manic sociopath known to lash out if threatened. His patience is incredibly thin, so he preferrs to stay alone to avoid the stupidity of others. He is rude, ill-tempered, and explosive when upset. Aside from all of this, he usually finds someone he fiercely protects. In the past, it was his twin brother.

Mutations: The control of energy. He can sap it from others or give it off. If put under enough stress, he becomes an either shadowy being or one made of blinding light. One is dark matter and the other is made of electricity.

Origin: USA, Alaska, Fairbanks

History: He was treated in a government-run mental facility for his homicidal tendencies when put under stress, and remained seperated from other patients. Why? Because he wasn't being used in the same studies. Cyrus was incredibly intelligent, to the point where blueprints and plans were passed down to him before given the clear. His sharp eyes and quick fixes prevented many a disaster, but not even he could stop the catastrophy. Why? Because he was one of the first to be mutated. A brilliant mind locked in a cell due to a dangerous and uncontrollable power. But, he remained calm and rather enjoyed being locked away from others. Until the testing came. At first, it was willing. Blood tests, x-rays, that sort of thing. The tests eventually grew more violent an painful until one day. He snapped. The carnage that followed was and still is something he isn't proud of.

Family: Identical twin brother named Matthew, Grace (mother), and Tim (father).

Other:

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((Alright, here goes nothing.))

 

It was quiet.

 

Too quiet.

 

Rodrick, better known as Dr. Radian, wandered through the streets of the city. Which city, he could not say. He had been on the run for so long, the scenery seemed to blend together into one big wall of gray. However, the concrete labyrinth was nowhere near as strange to him as the lack of voices. Usually, his mind was buzzing with the thoughts of others, never quieting or dying down. However, for now, all fell silent. He saw people rushing home, probably to get there before the curfew. But he didn't hear a thing. He knew that his powers hadn't gone away; they never just faded like that. Rather, the people weren't thinking. They were afraid to think, perhaps fearing that so much as thinking out of line would get them killed.

 

"So," he thought, relishing in the moments of silence he had. This is what it has come to, huh?" With a sigh, the ex-scientist grabbed his coat, pulling it tighter around his body. Just then, violent thoughts intruded his mind, quickly followed by fearful screams from the outside world. Caught off guard, the man stumbled and caught himself on a building before quickly ducking behind a stack of boxes. Looking across the street, he saw a policeman beating and screaming at a woman, asking her why she was still outside. The poor woman could barely form an answer, her thoughts of her imminent demise and her overwhelming pain clouding her mind. Clouding Radian's mind. And all he could do was watch and listen as the officer bludgeoned her to death.

 

Tearing his gaze away, the doctor slid to the ground, his breathing pained and shaky as the woman's thoughts ceased to exist. Then, he heard the officer make the decision to check the other side of the street. Quickly, he ducked into one of the boxes, closing it up and attempting to cramp his lanky frame into the small container. Shockingly, it worked, and the officer didn't find him. As soon as his thoughts faded out of range, Radian drug himself out of the box, gasping for breath. The violence had torn its way through his mind, leaving him paralyzed. Just as it had always done. Soon, he sat up, gazing into the sky and catching his breath.

 

This was just another day in hell.

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Cyrus didn't believe in curfew. It was yet another form of society he refused to conform to. His thoughts were buzzing as he crouched in an alley. Emerald eyes pierced through the darkness and locked on a grim scene. The screams and pleads for mercy were drowned out by the roar of an officer. A mix of disgust and anger coursed through the young man as he watched. He snapped just about the same time the woman's skull did. No more hiding. This needed to stop.

 

Wait. Stay quiet until he left. There, now! A scrawny figure shot forward out of the shadows, right to the mangled body of the woman. He stopped at the body, staring down it apathetically. She had been so young. A pale hand reached out to the body, fingers brushing the still-warm skin of the corpse. Instantly, white markings lit up on his exposed skin. He visibly grew weaker by the second. But then, he stopped.

 

The woman gasped, her eyes fluttering open. As if she had been put on fast-forward, her wounds healed to less severe versions. She stared up at the young stranger in fear, but he was already running away. He didn't know how he did it. He just did. Kickstarting the brain and heart to an extreme point made it seem as if he healed her. He didn't, all he did was add enough energy. Cyrus didn't do this out of the goodness of his heart, but instead it was a form of rebellion.

 

Cyrus continued to run until he skidded into an officer. Eyes wide, he ducked as a baton was swung. Not this. Today just wasn't his day, was it? The second swing he wasn't prepared for. Pain exploded in his skull as the blunt weapon connected with his head. Cyrus fell over with a gasp. He rolled out of the way when a kick was aimed at him, and then lunged forward. All it took was a touch. The officer couldn't even make a sound as he was reduced to a lifeless husk. The uniformed man fell onto Cyrus, the weight of the body trapping the skinny boy. Cyrus squirmed, cursing his luck when he remained unable to slip out from under the body.

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When the woman's thoughts suddenly came back and another, strange series of thoughts intruded, Radian bolted to his feet. That woman was dead; he heard her thoughts fade into blackness, heard the sickening crunch of her skull as it caved in! But a quick look quickly put those assumptions to rest, as the woman was indeed alive and conscious. Taken aback, the scientist clitched his head. Wa he going insane? Glancing down the road, he saw what appeared to be a man pinned by an officer. Quickly, he put those thoughts on the back burners, darting out of the shadows and running towards the pinned man.

 

Once he got within range, he stumbled once again. There was only one voice, and it was the strange one from earlier. Upon closer inspection, the officer was dead; lifeless where he lay. Yet, he had not a scratch on him! His eyes then returned to the man struggling to break free. He seemed normal enough, but something seemed off about him. From his thoughts, Radian could decipher that he was the one who killed the officer. But how? Something was fishy here, and he intended to find out. Cautiously, he approached the man, giving him one final once-over before deciding to help him. Walking around to the dead officer's feet, he took hold of the corpse's legs and pulled. He wasn't very strong, but perhaps he was strong enough to help the other man move the corpse.

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Assistance. As much as Cyrus hated help from others (or other people in general), he needed that pull. He crawled out from under the body and scrambled to his feet. Dark tendrils that appeared to be tattoos were visible on his arms and crept up the right side of his face. For a few seconds, the young man was frozen. People didn't help people anymore unless they wanted something. So what was it that he wanted? These few seconds allowed the markings to fade into fainter, inky color.

 

What is it that you want? Because I can't let you turn me in for killing this guy. He had it coming. Cyrus asked in a low voice. Another man out during curfew. Certainly this man wasn't going to turn him in. He was already preparing to kill this man the exact same way he had killed the officer. Although it repulsed Cyrus, he had needed that energy after reviving the woman from before. Stealing it from someone...it made him shudder at the though.

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Out of breath, Radian released the man's legs, staggering backwards a foot or so before slouching over. Putting his hands on his knees, he tried to catch his breath. He hadn't been able to find food or clean water, and he was basically running off of adrenaline. Looking up at the man with weary golden eyes, he shot upright and prepared to run. Not just because of his aggressive stance, but because of his thoughts. Stealing his energy? He was exposed! Mutated! "I'm not the only one who escaped?" he thought, a small amount of hope seeping into his mind before he quickly wiped it out. This man still wanted to kill him, to steal his energy.

 

"Y-you..." he stuttered, his voice weak and raspy from underuse. "You know... You've seen! Please, all I ask is that you not kill me and listen. I... I know about 558-U." On that last sentence, he dropped his voice to a whisper. His eyes were wild, his hands twitching and his hair standing on end. If he so much as thought of attack, he would know, and he would be ready to flee.

Edited December 1, 2013 by Drako_tamer

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Emerald eyes narrowed to slits at the very mention of the tabooed subject. Hatred flickered across his face at the very thought. He was silent for a while, pondering over what he was to do. Sadly. He replied with a snort. It would've been better if he had been a corpse in the pile of bodies. Then he wouldn't be suffering so badly now. Your face is familiar. I believe you were one of the few that survived when I...well, drew the line. They called me S-1. Subject one, the first mutant contained. He slowly began to back away as he spoke. He didn't want trouble, because the dead officer would be enough trouble the way it was. And I know enough about The Core. After all, all of those documents were handed down to me at one point.

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Radian's golden eyes fell half-lidded, his stance relaxing. He was backing away, and he didn't seem to be thinking of attacking anymore. Still, he knew here wasn't a safe place. It didn't seem under as tight of surveillance as some of the other cities had been, but he knew that only a few places were truly safe. Blind spots; places free of cameras and microphones. Places like small towns, abandoned buildings and some houses in the city slums, where they appeared to be. But a base would have to wait. After all, it was nighttime and they were standing around a dead officer.

 

Looking around and making sure they weren't being watched before grabbing the body's legs, looking up at the man in front of him. "We're not safe here. Or anywhere, but not here in particular," he said, gesturing wildly. "Help me hide this. I know where the cameras aren't, but then again, you probably do too. Help me hide this, we'll talk later."

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Fine. Whatever. He just needed to get it over with so he could seclude himself somewhere. He didn't enjoy conversation or interaction with people in the slightest. People were too dull for their own good and he wished to watch the aftermath from a distance instead of being involved. With a sigh, Cyrus hooked his arms around the armpits of the officer and began to walk. I could fix it. Revive him so we don't have to hide his body. But we need a place to hide so he won't catch me afterwards. the young man offered softly. Jumpstarting his heart would be easy.

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Radian nodded, lifting his end of the load and following the man carefully. He knew that he was walking on thin ice here; this man wanted nothing to do with him or anyone else in existence right now. However, perhaps it would be wise to form a weak alliance with the man. They were both mutants, both two of the first to exist on this planet. Perhaps their survival could benifit from their coalition. Seeing an open dumpster, the scientist use all his might to heave the back end of the corpse up into it.

 

He sensed no thoughts within these premises, and he had seen an abandoned shop just down the road. It seemed as if the owners left the store intact, so perhaps there would be some much-needed sustenance within the store's walls. So, he decided to tell. "Down the road," he panted, supporting the body so the man wouldn't collapse under its weight. "I saw a store. It looked abandoned. If we get in there and arm the security system, we'll have a base for the time being. They'll never suspect it... It would be wise to stay in there for the night. No doubt they'll be looking for us."

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Cyrus grit his teeth as he walked. He was just about as strong as Radian, but had more energy and endurance. But throwing the body into a dumpster was some pretty difficult stuff. Especially because officers were the only ones around to get actual food. Joints strained and muscles burned as he helped the scientist lift the officer's corpse high enough. Finally, gravity took over and sent the dead man into the metal container. Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief and shut the lid.

That...That will do. Do not expect me to stay any longer than I must. Lead the way. He heaved for air while speaking, exhausted by the heavy lifting. He had never had to do so much lifting his entire life.

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If Cyrus was exhausted by all that heavy lifting, then Radian looked ready to pass out. Every bone, ligament, joint and muscle struggled just to keep the weary scientist on his feet, his every breath an effort to stay conscious. He needed desperately to get some source of energy in him, lest he collapse where he stood. Giving the subject a weary nod to let him know that he was still responsive, he made his way out of the alleyway, keeping his pace quick. He could sense the subject's patience was wearing thin, and with his condition, he was practically a sitting duck.

 

Poking his head out of the alleyway, he checked for approaching officers before darting a few blocks down, ducking into the store. It was open, but there was nobody working it. Nobody was inside, and it seemed that it had no surveillance cameras. Only holes in the walls where they once were. Walking behind the cash register, he searched for the security code. If the store was locked up, the officers would have no reason to check it out.

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Cyrus followed Radian's trail, but kept himself stealthy. Hiding whenever given the chance and then sprinting to another hiding place once he was sure the coast was clear. He was paranoid of getting caught and wasn't in the mood to kill anyone else. It had been upon necessity previously, and Cyrus intended upon keeping it that way. Finally, he slipped inside the abandoned store about thirty seconds behind Radian. What Cyrus lacked in strength he made up for in speed.

 

As the scientist dug around in the register, the sociopath investigated the shelves. Canned food, bottled water, and other goods he hadn't seen for what, years now? It made his stomach snarl just by glancing at the handful he collected. The only perk to being the embodiment of power was that he didn't need food to live. Cyrus could draw energy from other things enough to tide hunger over. But that didn't mean he couldn't get hungry. The young man dumped his findings on the check-out counter and glanced over at Radian. Sharing was mandatory, it seemed.

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Shortly after Cyrus made his way through the doorway, Radian found the code and punched it into he security system. Immediately, the lights dimmed, bars came up over the windows and behind the doors, and the system was armed. Nobody was getting in, not tonight. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked up when he the sociopath make the decision to put some of the supplies on the counter. For a moment, he paused, partially to catch his breath and partially to evaluate his thoughts. Was he trustable? He didn't seem to have any thoughts that involved killing him where he stood, and besides, they were locked in here together for the night whether they liked it or not.

 

Plus, his vision was beginning to tunnel.

 

Cautiously, he took a few of the supplies given to him, nodding a "thank you" to the subject before taking a step back and tripping over his own two feet, falling to the ground. Not even pausing to survey his injuries, he tore into the can given to him, momentarily forgetting that he wasn't alone. He looked like he was only skin and bones; an appearance his lab coat and baggy pants had hidden up until now. To him, the canned meat he was digging out with his fingers tasted like the finest cuisine, the warm bottled water like a drink from a mountain spring.

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Hopping up onto the counter, Cyrus grabbed himself a can and opened it with the convenient pop-up tab. Chicken soup. It had been ages since he had something like this. He tipped it at an angle and patiently waited as chunks of noodles spilled into his mouth. Haste would only make one sick. He knew better than to scarf down his food.

Why do you want to talk so badly? I already know everything that happened. Cyrus broke the (moderate) silence with his question. He poured a slash of water to his half-empty can of soup and drank the remainder of the soup.

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((WALKING DEAAAAAD.))

 

When Cyrus spoke, Radian froze, looking up at the sociopath. It was a good thing that he spoke up when he did; the scientist was about to choke on the food he was scarfing down. Swallowing the bite in his mouth, he shifted a bit where he sat. "I know," he said, looking up at the man with wild eyes. "I'm not here to talk about the Core. Not now. I had nothing to do with... The testing. But I did study the mutations, firsthand at that."

 

At the end of his sentence, he tapped his head, referring to his ability.

[shadow_claw]

((GOD I WISH SO BADLY I HAD CABLE))

 

Cyrus finished the last of his soup and set the cup down. He filled it with more water and drank the salty remants of his meal. You were there, weren't you? The day security got even tighter inside the labs. Not for staff, but for subjects. Cyrus could still recall it clearly.

 

They were pushing him to his limits, seeing how much pure electricty he could handle. It got to several thousand volts if memory served him right. Maybe tens of thousands? All Cyrus remembered was how much it hurt. It jarred his thoughts and made him feel like he was being burned alive. The white markings he was covered in multiplied and ate at any patches of normal pigment. When he opened his eyes, it was all over.

 

Cyrus had literally exploded with energy. No gore or anything, because it had warped his form into a being of pure electricity. His legs were gone, and were instead replaced with a sort of wispy tail. But he was too bright to look at. Anyone who had been too close were fried by the energy he gave off.

 

One mistake made was pushing a manic sociopath to his breaking point. It was to such an extent that Cyrus blacked out before he went on a murder spree. People were spared only because he couldn't handle that kind of power for long. About five minutes and most everyone had been killed. Cyrus only remembered flashes of it. But he knew what kind of damage he caused.

Edited December 2, 2013 by shadow_claw

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((Do you watch it?))

 

Radian shook his head. He hadn't been there; he was in charge of studying the Core and its radiation. However, he had seen the security tapes. The way the subjects were treated... It was harsh. He had spoken with a few of the inter-dimensional prisoners. One in particular grabbed his shirt through the bars, begging him to let him out. All he wanted was to go back to his home world, to see his brother and live in peace. He was then sedated and taken in for testing. To this day, those words haunted the scientist.

 

"Like I said, I had nothing to do with the subjects aside from reading the data collected of their mutations. I... I wish I had a say in their treatment. In your treatment," he stammered, trying his best to maintain eye contact. "But, if I sympathized with any of them, or at least openly, I would have become one myself. I kept my mutations hidden, kept my mouth shut. I only took off when I saw the consequences of my research. When I saw the war..."

 

He trailed off, his gaze shooting to the floor and a sigh escaping his lips. It was clear that he had an attachment of sorts to his work with the core; much like an artist with one of his projects. But never in a million years did he anticipate the harm it would cause, the lives it would take.

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((YES. SEASON FOUR ISN'T ON NETFLIX SO I CAN'T SEE IT YET. ARRRGGGGGHHH!!!))

 

Cyrus was silent for a while. He looked down at his legs that dangled from the counter as he thought. So this was just some bookworm who'd been caught up in the whole mess. Great. Do you know what ten thousand plus volts look like? he asked in a soft voice. He pulled his shirt off to reveal white scars from where electricity had raced along his blood vessels. It spread like that across most of his chest. After a few seconds, he slipped his shirt back on. One day I was a patient. The next, I'm livestock. This is what I get in return for a childhood of fixing their mistakes. You got an easy ride. I escaped because I turned into a living piece of space and made part of the lab implode on itself.

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((It'll be on soon, I bet. When it does, binge watch it. There's a lot that needs to be discussed here. O-O))

 

Radian was rendered speechless by the sight of the man's chest. It looked like his skin was covered in small lightning bolts, all of which still carried a strong, potent energy. He had no place to speak here; while he watched the world fall apart around him, Cyrus had been caught up in the avalanche of debris. A pang of guilt surges through him when his next words reenforced those thoughts. In truth, his escape had been far from easy. But at least he carried no emotional baggage from his breakout, no regrets from leaving.

 

"I am more than just some bookworm, you know," he said, his voice quiet. "I was their primary provider of research on the Core. They never told me they were holding prisoners; not until I heard their anguish. They kept me blissfully unaware of the pain I was causing, framed me as the bad one in all of this. The power of the core... It did much more than just mutate. It corrupted; turned man's own primal lust for power against him. And all I did was watch..."

Edited December 2, 2013 by Drako_tamer

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((Please tell me you watch other TV series.))

 

Emerald eyes narrowed at Radian's statement. Mind readers. Like his expression wasn't enough to tell what he was thinking. But this was an exception to Cyrus's usual, indifferet mask. He sighed heavily and swung his legs up onto the counter. Hmph. And people called him the crazy one for despising other people. But it was totally fine for people to torture sixteen-year-olds and mutilate poor aliens caught in the aftermath. They called him the monster. The freak. He was one of the mist sane in that lab.

So you got to see it, then. The Core. I only saw it once, and that was when I was shoved into its containing room and timed to see how long I was conscious. In the end, I remained unharmed. Unaltered. The curses it had placed upon me was the very thing that saved my life in that situation.

Cyrus chuckled bitterly, his expression hard as he recalled the instance. How ironic that it warped him so he wasn't exactly human but then didn't kill him or alter him even mkre when in a five-foot radius of it.

I could stabilize its energy long enough for it to remain in a solid form for a few seconds. It was easy, really. I could take in but also put a strain on all the atoms it was spewing. Pure energy. I didn't eat for a month afterwards. They were going to keep me locked up until I found a way to completely stabilize it.

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((Sad to say, no. I'm terrible at keeping up with more than one series at a time. But, since TWD is on hold until February... Got any suggestions?))

 

Radian didn't know what to say to that. This kid had been shoved in the same room with the core? He was at risk of falling into wormholes and rifts of all sorts, and yet, they threw him in there? The scientist considered himself lucky; he wasn't affiliated with the prison testers, let alone their torment. He supposed that it was the only thing keeping him alive thus far. And, despite this guy being a pretty obvious sociopath, he felt he needed to say something, anything in response. "The line between blessings and curses is pretty blurred nowadays, huh?" he chuckled, his tone nervous and unsure. On the inside, he was cringing at his own pathetic attempts.

 

"Seriously, Radian?" he thought, trying to keep the mental condescension from his expression. "Two bachelors and three doctorates and that was the best you could think of?" Clearing his throat, he tried a different approach. "So, I've heard rumors of rebel camps forming across the nation. I'm not certain that they're that widespread, but if there's one thing that I learned from working with the Core, it's that things are not always as they seem."

[shadow_claw]

((Hm...Doctor Who and Supernatural are both really good and both on Netflix. I like those two.))

 

Cyrus's response was an arched eyebrow. He didn't need to say what was on his mid. It was pretty obvious what he was thinking. The irritation was clear on his face. Man, this Doctor person was awfully awkward. Probably afraid. Like everyone else he had met usually was.

I have heard the rumours. They call themselves "minute men" and "revolutionaries". Incredibly mobile and skilled enough to slip into cities and plant seeds of rebellion. Quite a feat if you ask me. He replied after a while of thought. Finding an undercover rebel could very well be their ticket out of the city. And if that happened...he had a chance of actually making it. The thought of hope was so strange. Cyrus stopped hoping when he was carted off to a government base and grew up there since he was nine.

 

((I just noticed we're about the same age. That's actually kind of cool. Most of the people I RP with are older than me.))

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((Ok, according to 95% of my friends(both online and IRL), I need to watch DW. Which season do you suggest I start on? I've heard that it's been running a while. O_o

 

Also, that's neat. I usually RP with folks around my age, but I've never been judgmental about it.))

 

Radian nodded, picking up on Cyrus' thoughts. Yes, they actually had a chance now, it seemed. With his knowledge and the subject's strength, they had a shot at being accepted into the rebellion and, if the planets aligned and a blue moon occurred, they could overthrow the government.

 

But really, what were the odds of that?

 

"Yes, I've seen a few of their works. I keep seeing a marking, a symbol if you will, wherever they hit." He got to his feet, opening a few drawers until he found a notepad and a pen. Scribbling on the corner of the page to get the ink out, he proceeded to draw what appeared to be a sun. One with thirteen triangles for rays. "I just assumed that it was just a tag used by local gang members. But, in retrospect... it seems much too widespread to just be a local gang. I'm not sure where I saw those marks; hell I'm not sure of what city I'm in now. But it just doesn't seem to add up."