It's all a big wonderful mystery

Smug little BRAT. Leslie had just about had ENOUGH of this crap, and he wasn’t patient enough tonight to deal with it anymore. All he was trying to do was keep some kid from getting himself into TROUBLE, and this is what he had to listen to?

❝ I warned you, and I’ve had it. ❞

Reaching, the silver GRABBED a hold of the young boy, by the arm, aiming to start DRAGGING him by force to follow, only for Leslie’s feet to skid slightly as he walked away from Chadley. Glancing back showed that the younger of them hadn’t budged even an INCH from where he was standing.

❝ … ❞

Another attempt at a HARSHER tug, which only served to nearly dislocate Leslie’s ARM, causing him to wince slightly and inevitably let go, a look of utter CONFUSION on his face.

❝ …you packin’ two tons in that backpack of yours or somethin’? The HELL. ❞

For the most part Chadley merely just stood there at Leslie’s failed attempts to quite literally drag him off, though he finally chuckled upon seeing just how confused he was.

“I’m merely just stronger than you.” He stated, not daring to drop a hint towards his secret, but instead proved his point by lazily grabbing his arm and flipping him onto the ground with little effort.

Though just as he was about to make another sarcastic comment he spotted a tattoo hiding under his wristband, making him blink in curiosity before moving it up to get a closer look.

“Oh...That’s very interesting.”

He could vaguely recognize the ink and numbers, which was enough to make him drop Leslie’s arm entirely and step over him as he yanked out his tablet. Within moments he had hacked into ShinRa’s archives that he had gotten to know fairly well, and speed read the files he was looking for, all while glancing at Leslie in curiosity.

“Hmm...Interesting indeed.”

Even if it DID, it wasn’t like Leslie was in the habit of threatening CHILDREN. His line of work may have been less than grandios, but he hadn’t even been put into a compromising enough position that would’ve warranted him bringing harm to a kid.

Though according to the ’KID’ himself, he wasn’t a child. Yeah okay.

❝ Sure thing, and I’m Santa Claus’ son. Next you’ll tell me how you’ve got some weird condition that makes you look like a kid, but you’re ACTUALLY in your fourties. ❞

Actually…why did that seem somehow POSSIBLE, given ShinRa’s track record?

Though going back to the more important issue at hand, this kid…sure had been down here long enough to come to such an accurate, detailed conclusion. One that, if anyone else caught wind of it, could land him in HOT WATER with his position at the Don’s side. Nothing could ruin his plans, not even some snot-nosed, know-it-all KID.

❝ And you don’t have any sense of CAUTION, either. Just like a brat. Listen, get outta here. I won’t warn you again, because that smart mouth of yours can get you into TROUBLE in Wall Market. Run off back home, kid. ❞

Understanding the other was quite sarcastic, Chadley merely just rolled his eyes at the age comment, once again making the Cyborg curious to find out just how old he really was...

Chuckling as it seemed his observations had indeed been on track and seemed to have struck a nerve, he merely adjusted his monocle before folding his arms behind his back with a mischievous grin.

The thunk of the materia on the table was masked by the sizzle of the lightning-infused energy it contained. Reno tracked the hand that had placed it up a lab coat sleeve to a half-familiar face. He paused in scarfing down his noodles, but didn’t set down his chopsticks.

“A gift? From your department? Those usually have some bite.”

“Materia research and development is a personal project entirely on my own time.” He ensured, understanding that many were wary about those “close” to Professor Hojo. Of course Chadley wanted nothing more than to get away from him...

From what he could already tell Cloud was his best research candidate, even if he seemed unenthusiastic and a bit unwilling, but kept on gathering battle data for him without much of a fuss. Still Chadley couldn’t help but to seek out other options, especially during his bit of free time at ShinRa headquarters when he didn’t have enough time to go sneak out and explore the slums without Hojo noticing. 

On his way to get a drink in the cafeteria, the redheaded Turk caught his eye, making him blink for a few moments as he adjusted his monocle to scan him. His actual files were long out of his reach of course, especially considering he had already been caught trying to access his own to get answers to the questions Hojo refused to answer...

Quietly strolling up to Reno he hovered over him for a moment, then pulled his newest Lightning materia and set it on the table in front of him. 

Fighting Style 

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during /  go silent /  low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / bait an opponent’s first strike / strike first /  provoked easily /   provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated  / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly /  fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded  / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another /   prefer a blade /  prefer a gun  / prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon  / prefer magic or spells /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical /  their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle  / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution /   behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit /  belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength /  avoid civilians /  strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go /  mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork /  messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently /  barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block /  defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back /  fight ruthlessly  / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death  /  fear pain / fear killing /  has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing /  would succumb slowly

Yanked from @skyfallenxsoldier​

This was one of those situations when Chadley had to think of what a normal kid his age would say to avoid attracting too much attention but had to do so quickly to avoid being looked at like a fool.

Chadley first spotted him when he was minding his own business in the Sector 7 slums. Right away he recognized the other as one of the many failed experiments that went around in ShinRa. It was certainly strange since Chadley was certain the other had been properly disposed of, but without a doubt, the former subject was wandering around seemingly as healthy as could be. 

Curiosity soon got the better of him as he casually approached Vivi, having no intention of turning him in now or later. However what to say failed to cross his mind even after he tapped Viv’s shoulder, making the cyborg stand there awkwardly in silence for a few moments before clearing his throat. 

Hojo blinked, rubbing his tired eyes as he saw the intern before him. He stepped to the side, allowing another cyborg intern in.

“Scan.” He barked at him. “Not you.” He hissed at Chadley. “You stay still.”

The other child was about the same age as Chadley, but they had… much less personality. Hojo is aware, it was accidental of course, but… the child had been near lobotomized as a result. He decided he’d have to make up for the usage of him somehow, so he did what he could to make that one fully automated. That one stands still, and scans Chadley over in full.

“No weapons.” He says.

“Good.” Hojo said. “Stand outside and keep watch.”

The boy did so, walking off with a bit of a wobble – yet another problem of his faulty work. Hojo had much to fix with him.

Not that that was on his mind right now. Instead, his mind jumped to confusion, wondering why Chadley was here, to irriation, seeing his computer open, to realizing what he was doing – snooping around some more.

“I had a long lab today, the specimen was… not very compliant, so I opted to wait until they calmed down… It made the procedure last about eight hours. We just finished up.” He sighed. “I am going to input the results into my computer, but now I’m hoping if I do that, I will not see anything has been deleted or edited.”

“Sit.” He snapped, and gestured to the chair in front of his desk, taking Chadley’s place behind the screen, and quickly looking at what Chadley had been reviewing.

“You are really foolish, if you are intending to act out against me.” Hojo murmured. “You only looked yourself up again?” He asked. “I would expect you to be looking up blueprints to the building or escape routes. Perhaps now that I’ve planted that idea in your head, you will try? Well, be my guest, because you know what I will do if you are caught a third time.”

“Ah.. but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We should focus on how to punish you now.” He leaned back in his chair. “So, tell me, what kind of punishment do you think you should have? Hmm?”

With his face momentarily scrunched up as his question was once again ignored he did as he was told and sat still, frustrated that he had been just a few clicks away from accessing his own files...

“With all due respect Professor, I wouldn’t need to snoop around if you actually answered my questions when I first asked, yet here we are.”

Giving his creator attitude was certainly going to land him in even more trouble than he currently was in, but was too frustrated to even care.

“Additionally since I feel very little pain I can’t say you scare me, or perhaps you should have thought of that and your ‘fear’ tactics while programming me to begin with.”

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