Rainbows and dew drops
Scion hadn't been caught for his late night adventure, however the weapon had taken it upon himself for self inflicted punishment. It was what he had been trained to do, X-13 disobeyed an order therefore he needed to be punished for it, even if his superiors had no idea. It was called discipline, and that was something X-13 had in folds. He was the perfect solider, and therefore there were lashes on his back proving his dedication to the service.
Luckily Scion spent the majority of his time by himself. Showered by him self. Ate by himself. Trained by himself. He kept to his own problems, not making much conversation on the most part with the people around him or his fellow team mates. He had tried socializing a few times before, but it was a slow process . One step at a time.
There was a limp to his step, he wouldn't lean back all the way in his chair because of the cuts on his back, however he was in a military outfit that constantly sent their subjects on dangerous and deadly missions. Who wouldn't come back with a few bumps and bruises?
Today, Scion was dressed ready to kill as always. Cargos, military boots laced up high, black turtle neck short sleeved shirt , gloves and vest over it. He was sitting just in front of a rather poor looking makeshift fire place, keeping to himself as always as he looked down at his hands. It was the note Martini had left him, the blood splatter on it had dried to a brow and it looked warned as if it had been opened and folded up a number of times. Truth was, the note both intrigued and threw Scion for a look.
your friend
X-13 had been called a lot of things in his existence, but friend wasn't usually one of them. Blue eyes followed the words, the man falling silent as he folded back up the note and slipped it in to his front chest pocket. Martini's questions had truly thrown X for a loop, and they were still running in his mind. What did Scion want, X never had the luxury of wondering that before. He had no idea and it seemed silly to think and ponder about the impossible.
Luckily Scion spent the majority of his time by himself. Showered by him self. Ate by himself. Trained by himself. He kept to his own problems, not making much conversation on the most part with the people around him or his fellow team mates. He had tried socializing a few times before, but it was a slow process . One step at a time.
There was a limp to his step, he wouldn't lean back all the way in his chair because of the cuts on his back, however he was in a military outfit that constantly sent their subjects on dangerous and deadly missions. Who wouldn't come back with a few bumps and bruises?
Today, Scion was dressed ready to kill as always. Cargos, military boots laced up high, black turtle neck short sleeved shirt , gloves and vest over it. He was sitting just in front of a rather poor looking makeshift fire place, keeping to himself as always as he looked down at his hands. It was the note Martini had left him, the blood splatter on it had dried to a brow and it looked warned as if it had been opened and folded up a number of times. Truth was, the note both intrigued and threw Scion for a look.
your friend
X-13 had been called a lot of things in his existence, but friend wasn't usually one of them. Blue eyes followed the words, the man falling silent as he folded back up the note and slipped it in to his front chest pocket. Martini's questions had truly thrown X for a loop, and they were still running in his mind. What did Scion want, X never had the luxury of wondering that before. He had no idea and it seemed silly to think and ponder about the impossible.