@ricxchxt | starter call
Cyan hues pierce the darkness with an eerie glow, unwavering in the gloom that dominates a space where darkness is not the main concern of its tenants. Moving forward, this came accompanied with the sound of mechanical whirring, of joints flexing and tensing before it soon wore off to revel, standing patiently in the frame of the doorway, Sublime’s would-be hunter of mutants. Resplendent in purest white with accents added in black to give the illusion of contrast, he who’d be called by many names in the years to come responds exclusively to the one moniker for the coming mission; Thirteen. It’s less a name and more of a number,a designation to identify what could well be seen as one of the organisation’s crowning achievements, who now crowds the hall of the safehouse that Weapon Plus had procured for them with another knew if distinctly familiar face. It was hard to tell who’s-who these days when instructed to embrace the ways of flesh and fragility. For the time being, he was still adjusting.
“Nineteen, are you sufficiently prepared? Should we leave and tend to our assigned mission with utmost haste?”
