#misbegodden

“h-hey…big bro…..how old are you again?” cliffheart is totally not judging but she is judging

Composes self!!!

Papers lined the doctor’s desk all were notes he’d taken on the members of Reunion they’ve faced so far. Their strength seemed to increase exponentially with each detachment. It wasn’t as much information as he’d liked. There were too many gaps on the newer units, and the unique Arts they wielded.

( Perhaps, if they were able to take hold of one of those weapons, would they be able to reverse engineer it? Or would these items expose their location? )

He turned the the larger, somewhat more organized files to his left. These folders were dedicated to those who housed in R.I.I.C. with frequent detachments. While he’s gotten a basis of the mix of personalities, hard as it was to avoid when a good amount of them were loud, he’d found an increasing amount of potential in them. Building the foundation and pushing them to closer to unraveling it took plenty of effort and time. (And money.) A few he’d already guided to Elite status, but there was more that could be done.

It didn’t seem like he was getting anywhere in his thoughts by the time a particular silver haired operative would find him. “Saria.” The doctor closed the file he carried with a loud snap. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”