Post by lynch on Oct 13, 2011 5:33:52 GMT 2
Amidst the howling winds that rattled the windows of the abandoned houses nearby, a most peculiar vortex begun to appear above the gravel road, the earth steadily shaking under the anomaly. A swirling mass of energy remained suspended in midair, as a black center began to form slowly, a pearlescent chamber being formed in the midst of the strange phenomenon. A young man stepped out from the vortex, as it closed behind him, his short hair fluttering in the breeze as he ran his fingers through, a warm grin forming on his face. The boy wore slightly baggy khaki pants, held up by a belt that seemed to possess various items in it's compartments, mainly hidden by a brown colored button down shirt, the top few buttons remaining undid, revealing his partially hidden pectorals,perfectly toned from vigorous exercise he had gone through in recent years.
It had been a while since he had been outside and he had to admit, it felt great. The slight scent of hot dogs hung loosely in the air, brought through by a cool breeze, that felt thoroughly enjoyable. If he wasn't here on business, he would take the time to revel in the sights, as a sheltered child often would. His right hand reached into his pocket fumbling with the mess of papers he earlier stuffed in there. It was ironic, he could control the fabrics of time at a whim, yet he couldn't keep all his paperwork neat. His fingers fumbled over a crumpled paper near the bottom of his pocket, pulling it out grudgingly. Unfolding the paper, he glanced at the information on the page, a picture of an unknown girl looking feverishly towards the one who had taken a picture. Black hair, fair skin, if one didn't know better, she'd seem like your all around typical teenage girl.
Kyle's eyes trailed over to the name next to the girl's picture his lips forming the girl's name......"Faith Webster." Glancing curiously at the picture once more, he noticed her to be rather attractive for a young girl. It was hard to believe a killer lurked under that innocent face, but that was the way the world worked. She was actually the experiment he had been sent after, codenamed Lycan. She, much like himself was another experiment, a creation made from the mutant Wolverine. The paper stated enough, as Placebo skimmed his eyes over the page. Something about her training, having rather impressive scores in her training regiment, and a skillset much like her violence prone family.
To Placebo, this Faith girl was just another target he was out to acquire. He had been given direct orders to capture her alive, and return her to the facility. As the cuticles of his free hand scratched at the backside of his head, the alternative was much grimmer as his thoughts turned to the chip implanted in his skull by Stryker. Man seriously had some trust issues. But he hadn't failed yet, and he doubt he would this time. He was curious to see what this walking weapon could do.
Placebo's head turned upwards to look at the houses, the window shutters flapping violently in the wind. This was as good of a place to search than any, District X served a beneficial purpose to the mutant community. Even if he was unable to find the girl here, he would most certainly find someone who knows where she'd be. All it took was a gentleman's swagger and a tongue as smooth as molasses. This was going to be easy.
It had been a while since he had been outside and he had to admit, it felt great. The slight scent of hot dogs hung loosely in the air, brought through by a cool breeze, that felt thoroughly enjoyable. If he wasn't here on business, he would take the time to revel in the sights, as a sheltered child often would. His right hand reached into his pocket fumbling with the mess of papers he earlier stuffed in there. It was ironic, he could control the fabrics of time at a whim, yet he couldn't keep all his paperwork neat. His fingers fumbled over a crumpled paper near the bottom of his pocket, pulling it out grudgingly. Unfolding the paper, he glanced at the information on the page, a picture of an unknown girl looking feverishly towards the one who had taken a picture. Black hair, fair skin, if one didn't know better, she'd seem like your all around typical teenage girl.
Kyle's eyes trailed over to the name next to the girl's picture his lips forming the girl's name......"Faith Webster." Glancing curiously at the picture once more, he noticed her to be rather attractive for a young girl. It was hard to believe a killer lurked under that innocent face, but that was the way the world worked. She was actually the experiment he had been sent after, codenamed Lycan. She, much like himself was another experiment, a creation made from the mutant Wolverine. The paper stated enough, as Placebo skimmed his eyes over the page. Something about her training, having rather impressive scores in her training regiment, and a skillset much like her violence prone family.
To Placebo, this Faith girl was just another target he was out to acquire. He had been given direct orders to capture her alive, and return her to the facility. As the cuticles of his free hand scratched at the backside of his head, the alternative was much grimmer as his thoughts turned to the chip implanted in his skull by Stryker. Man seriously had some trust issues. But he hadn't failed yet, and he doubt he would this time. He was curious to see what this walking weapon could do.
Placebo's head turned upwards to look at the houses, the window shutters flapping violently in the wind. This was as good of a place to search than any, District X served a beneficial purpose to the mutant community. Even if he was unable to find the girl here, he would most certainly find someone who knows where she'd be. All it took was a gentleman's swagger and a tongue as smooth as molasses. This was going to be easy.
