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Zak stood ina corner, she was useless in a fight, she kenw that. She was to small, pathetic, weak, unable to fight well, but she was prepared to fight if needed. Her hands were shaking wildly, she was scared, and nervous, tense, ready to fight with all she had if needed.
Footsteps became audible in the hall, the rhythmic and heavy pounding releasing loose specks of dirt from the stained walls. “I trust you four have found each other with relative ease,” a metallic voice echoed through the halls. “Why don’t you come and show yourselves? I’ve heard so much about you all. The REN is quite pleased with your ability to tolerate one another.” The footsteps stopped.
Xanthe held in a breath. A man? But she couldn’t hear his thoughts. She couldn’t sense a consciousness.
Jason looked at the other three. He wouldn’t give away their position unless all, or at least the important ones, were in agreement.
Zak stayed quiet, not syaing anything, wondering who this person was. He sounded creepy to her, and abnormal, she stared at the others to see what they would do, not that her opinion would matter she was 'bound to Sabien until her debt was paid' and she was allowe dto go. THe only reason she was tolerating this was to avoid a beating.
Sabien looked to Jason as if to say 'what do you think?'. Sabien was all for going out there, it sounded like there was only one person, they might be able to take him, probably not trust him though.
Jason nodded as if to say, Yes, let’s go beat the sh!t out of him. He started towards the door, still glowing electric blue.
Xanthe shuddered as the soldiers of the lot went towards the door, obviously planning to attack the person-thing that was out there.
Outside the room, he waited patiently for them to emerged. He knew Sabien and Jason would pop out first, looking to attack. He would stop them easily by activating the stun chips implanted in them—thanks to Xperime’s cooperation. Xanthe would come out after some coaxing, and Zak… well, she would probably stay in the room until further notice. The man flexed his robotic arm, and watched through red irises. The mechanical parts of him where bulky and silver, with a type of red metal plated over it. On the human parts of him, he wore a black suit and looked pretty polished and normal. He looked to be about 28-29. His hair was a mix of black and brown patches, with unnatural bits of red on every tip.
Sabien shoved the door open and jumped out at the guy outside. The guy looked odd, like he was half robotic or something, but Sabien still jerked his fist back to hit the guy as he jumped up high to hit hit the guy. He wasn't afraid, he just was ready to fight.
Jason threw a long line of lightening at the guy, realizing it would be attracted to the metal parts. It just stayed there, though, moving through the guy’s body like it did his. The guy—somehow—sidestepped Sabien’s crazy jumping fist of power attack. After that, the guy spoke calmly. “Gentlemen, please. I am one of the REN. I would ask that you stand down. I wish only to have a casual chat.”
Sabien was surprised when he missed and turned around again to hit out, he wasn't exactly sure he liked whatever a civl conversation meant to this guy, but he didn't trust him.
The guy sighed. “Surely you have questions of this establishment, no?” He sidestepped once more, having already studied Sabien’s fighting style and patterns, after predicting the trajectory. The lightening was still circulating in his mechanical parts. “Additionally, you strike me now and you will be electrocuted,” he pointed out cordially.
Sabien paused and frowned, than he scowled deeply at the man, but stayed still, he crossed his arms on his chest and spread his legs slightly,
"Well start talking." he ha;f growled half snapped. HE remembered Xan and Zak in the room, but they couldn't go anywhere without him knowing so he didn't worry.
Zak squatted in her croner of the room, there was a night stand near her, she could grab the lamp if needed off of it too fight with.
((Sorry. I seemed to fall asleep before getting to this or the woods -.-))
The man smiled, creases forming in the corners of his eyes. He took a moment to ground the electricity. Jason frowned, obviously not liking that he couldn’t do anything to electrocute this guy. Tucking his robotic arm behind him, the man extended his normal hand. “Ah, yes. Of course. My codename is Nassir. It means protector. So, in essence, I’m in charge of the REN’s security and your overall safety. In actuality, my real name is Marshall Gaines. Believe it or not, I’m originally from the royal family’s service in Navienda. I was a groundskeeper. Upset a hive of bees, once. Turns out I was allergic. The REN basically kidnapped me while I was in anaphylactic shock. True story,” he laughed. “12 years later I still don’t know that much about these people, except fragments relative to my job.” He ran his robotic hand through his hair. “Any idea what you’re in for? Why they had an interest in you three?”
Xanthe stayed deathly still, feeling every bit dead without her powers. She had grown used to them. Even used to Quinn. Zak looked ready to grab a lamp any second if things got bad. She was like that. But not Xanthe. Xan wasn't much use at all without powers. She knew it, so... hence the seemingly unpreparedness.
((That's OK, sleep is good. :-P))
"Why's that any of your business?" Sabien asked rudely, though Sabien didn't care if he was rude, he wanted more answers than this guy, Nassir or Marshall...whatever he was called gave him.
"Why work for someone you don't know?" he asked, though honestly it seemed kind of like a hypcritical question after what he'd just learned about what his own people had really done and what his job had really been.
Zak stayed squatted in the corner, she heard the conversation but had decided she was staying in here until she decided it was safe. She looked at Xanthe, the girl looked sick, almost dead. Zak swallowed, she hadn't meant to hurt the girl that bad when she'd punched her or when she ran off. She'd just been protecting herself, Zak wans't the type of person to purposefully hurt a person for the fun of it.