Prometheus had bases all around the world, some with publicly known locations to help with the public image, and others more hidden for real deployments. This new group was starting in one of their facilities hidden in a pocket realm of sorts, a place that had everything needed for several groups to operate out of as well as the continued experiments and research into weapons and super soldiers. This group was under Vera's watch and was a solid mix of more heavy hitters and less offensive types suited for spy styled work. Each of them had already been shown their section of the facility, complete with its own medical center, various labs, mess hall, and training facility shared with the other agents and soldiers of their area. While they would be allowed to leave they all had rooms within the facility that they would be required to sometimes stay in. As it was the first day of this particular squad being together, they would be forced to stay for the various tests and monitoring them along side each other. To that end they were all transported to the facility at some point during the morning, whenever they arrived they would be given some time to look around and get used to the area. For the time being Prometheus would have two to a room, trying to put those with some connection together if possible when they set it up. The rooms had all the basics in them and were decent dorms, but not something the group was expected to spend much time in. Around their section of the facility various agents, researchers, and workers would be walking around some doing work and some not.

All of them were the co workers of the group and the various soldiers would end up fighting alongside them in the future. While some of the various staff had powers, there were no other superhuman squads in their part of the facility. The others all separated and with different focuses, though every now and then they would be scheduled to train together and could always meet during free time. Outside of get a feel of the place, instructions were given that here was a meeting with Vera they would have to attend, with a call that would be going out an hour after the last person arrived, telling them to meet in the conference room and providing directions to it. To help with general directions simple robots with only a general humanoid shape would in each major hall and room to help direct people to what they wanted to see or where they wanted to go, while they were advanced by common standards none of them had truly intelligent a.i. or any other real breakthroughs.

Stretching her arms up over her head Nicotine awoke to face a new day with a smile. Life was good right now, with a new team to work with and new friends to make, and she took a moment to simply enjoy the warm comfort beneath her sheets for a few minutes before finally slipping out from under them.

Dissolving her body down to a fine mist Nicotine reformed herself fully clothed and prepared for the day, her abilities allowing her to instantly style her hair just the way she wanted it without even having to look in the mirror. She still did though, just to be sure her look was perfect. Her makeup was just how she'd pictured it in her mind and the loose t-shirt hanging down over her tight pants made her look divine, especially since neither had any seams or other garish necessities disturbing the natural flow of the simulated fabric. Quickly blowing a kiss at her reflection the Brazilian beauty stepped out of her quarters, into the base.

As she made her way down the hallway, heading for the command centre, Nicotine suddenly felt her belly rumbling and realised that she hadn't actually eaten anything for at least three days. With her altered physical state she didn't have to eat very often, and usually she needed to be reminded to do so by her body before taking matters in hand. Changing her route Nicotine stepped into one of the elevators and made her way to the kitchens instead.

Bending over in front of the fridge Nicotine could feel the cold temperatures forcing her body to tighten up, as well as making her nipples poking out from the front of the thin top she was technically not wearing. Ignoring the slight discomfort she quickly prepared herself a large ham salad sandwich and a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice before tossing some potato chips in a bowl and heading for the dining table. Settling herself in place she slipped one of the chips into her mouth and waited to see whether any of the others were awake yet.

Bud was in what looked like to be the closest thing to a garage that the facility had, which was the training room, he was working on his motorcycle tryinhg to repair any damages done to it from his latest quest with the agency. He also used the spare time between missions to tinker with a few other things in the hopes of crafting new weapons for himself and his teammates. For a while now Bud thought about making magic drones that could be used in urban warfare efficiently with the capabilities crowd control and high-tech weaponry and the added bonus of magic.

He had drawn up some plans in his notebook and made a few crude prototypes, but nothing too special. Bud also thought about crafting metal statues that could move and fight enemies with incredible strnegth. The possibilities of what he could accomplish with his powers and the help of the agency were vast. But this didn't get rid of his independent way of thinking and he still wasn't too much of a team player. He didn't think too much of his current teammates, all of them were younger than he was and he thought they would get in his way.

With the last of the repairs done Bud got onto to his Harley Davidson and revved up the engine causing a loud roaring sound. He made the bike lift up off the ground and did slow fly by around the area, picking up speed with each lap around the place. The noise was loud enough to be heard the building and Bud did some maneuvers in the air. This was his favorite part about being a demigod son of Horanor, being able to ride a flying motorcycle.

@Weird Tales

As she stepped into the training room Ulyana turned her glowing green optics up to watch the motorcycle flying around the ceiling for a moment before calling out over the roar of the engine. "I could've helped you with that, if you'd asked." She yelled, one hand held beside the speaker port which served for her mouth. To emphasise her point Ulyana quickly morphed her other arm into a selection of power tools, quickly switching between different configurations available in her impressive arsenal.

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In the workshop, a couple of floors down, Meltdown was in the process of completing yet another analysis of his silver skin, the same substance which held Ulyana's mechanical body together. Holding out a petri dish he willed a small portion out into the glass container before waving a finger at it commandingly. "Stay!" He chuckled, watching the small blob form into a worm-like shape and reach up towards him.

One of the things he had discovered in his testing was that any portion of his skin which broke away seemed to have the urgent instinct to reform with him again, moving under its own power to get back to the central mass. For a moment Meltdown wondered whether this explained the connection he felt with Hardline, whether it was just a chemical reaction shared between his skin and her blood.

Pushing the matter to one side Meltdown slid the test sample into the reaction chamber and reached for the dictaphone he'd left on the worktop nearby. "Experiment number..." Quickly running his finger down the chart in front of him Meltdown checked which test he'd gotten upto. Dear Lord, that many... "...number 14,326. Today I'll be exposing the sample with high-intensity gamma radiation to test its resistance to energy bombardment."

Moving over to the control computer Meltdown quickly typed in the test settings and tapped the button to start the procedure, turning to look into the reaction chamber to see the results for himself. A moment later he was collapsing onto the floor, clutching at his head as a sharp jolt of pain shot through it. Gritting his teeth against the agony the scientist groped up at the computer, quickly slamming his hand down on the emergency cut out before laying back on the floor for a few moments to recover.

Finally reaching up he took hold of the dictaphone again, and with panting breaths said, "Test results; extremely negative. Sample did not enjoy the exposure at all, and made sure I knew it."

Lifting himself back up onto his feet the silver-skinned Samoan moved over to the reaction chamber, pulling the door open and reaching his arm inside. The background radiation was still too high for a normal human, but Meltdown had already discovered his own resistance to low-level radiation was much higher than any 'normal' human. With a small smile he watched as the test sample leapt from the dish and melted back into the rest of the silver mass covering his hand, sending a small ripple through the surface of his skin as it blended with his body once more.

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@Weird Tales

Screaming out in pain Hardline grasped at the mass of electronic which was currently serving as her head. "Окончание на мои сиськи и брызги его по всей моем лице!" She cried out, as her body began to break apart as her binding blood went haywire, the various tools and pieces of equipment currently making up her physical form falling onto the training room floor.

A moment later the pain was gone and Hardline could feel her blood coming back under her control again. Bending over she let the silver fluid drip down over the components which had broken away and quickly reabsorbed them back into her chassis once more, before looking up at Bud bashfully. "I'm sorry you had to hear that, I did not mean to lose control of myself in such a way."

Fen was already ready quite early in the morning and did what he needed to get to be ready for the day ahead. Leaving his room quietly as he didn't want to disturb his other roommate, before leaving to the shooting range. On his way there, he observed the facility glancing at the walls and the personnel who were awake at the time marking the more notable faces in the base for future reference. Once inside the Range, he took out his pistols and began to disassemble and clean it before reassembling it back. Fen knew it was important to keep his gun clean for maximum reliability and to make sure it wouldn't blow his hand off if it malfunctioned.

Once done with the familiar routine of cleaning his gun, he began practicing the various targets that the base offered which was quite interesting as he usually shot paper targets. It was a nice change of having different type of targets to shoot at, varying it every so often for a little amusement. The gunshots wouldn't attract much attention as the room was pretty far away from the sleeping dorms and most likely soundproof, so he didn't really expect anyone to stop him except himself. So, it continued on for more or less an hour where bullets littered around him where he decided that was enough shooting. He grabbed the broom from the side of the room and sweep the bullets aside so they wouldn't hinder anyone else from moving inside the room.

Once done, he carefully placed his two guns on safety and put them away on him before leaving to the kitchen. Wiping the sweat from his forehead as he traveled through the cool halls, watching the people who recently woken past him as he went to the kitchen. Inside the kitchen he noticed the Brazilian girl on the side of his eye as he opened the fridge and took something out. It was an apple, which he bit into and eaten quietly as he wasn't much of a talker or eater in the morning or anytime at all.

Noticing the Brazilian girl, who seemed like she was waiting, he decided to speak to her as he clearly remembered her face. She was on his team of Meta-Humans, and her name if he remembered correctly was Vivienne or by her code name Nicotine a interesting name. But, lets see what his future team mate would be like and so the faking begins...

"Hey, your Vivienne right, umm have you seen anyone else? I kinda woke up earlier expecting more people to be hustling around but I got the opposite. I guess they got their own things to do then which sucks, but we'll meet them latter. So, what do you work here as?" He asked curiously feigning any knowledge about him knowing that she was a meta-human. If she knew that he was also a meta-human then he would accept that and move the conversation that way.

@SimplyJohn

Bud heard Ulyana's words over the roar of his motorcycle and slowed down and landed the vehicle a couple of feet away from the superhuman. He watched her demonstrate her ability to make tools out of herself and Bud almost rolled his eyes.

"Unless you also can use magic with those tools then your assistance wasn't necessary. Repairing things is what I'm good at besides beating the shit out of bad guys," he replied to her as he dismounted from his bike. He was taken by surprise when she suddenly let out a scream of pain and he quickly moved over to check and make sure she wasn't injured. After a moment she became normal and Bud looked at her with a bit of concern, which was pretty rare for him.

"Are you alright? What was that?" he asked her curious to find out what had caused her sudden cry of pain.

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Finn was woken from his sleep by the combined sounds of music being blasted and the roar of motorcycle. He was annoyed, but he had been planning to wake up soon and Finn got out of bed to start dressing. He dressed in his normal sorcerer attire, which was a tunic and plaid kilt. Picking up his sorcerer staff Finn left the room and began to wander about the base.

His mind went to thoughts about getting stronger and taking his revenge on the ones who had killed his family. He was the last of the O'Connell sorcerers and he would not allow for their legacy to be turned into something wicked that Morban had planned for him and he would defeat his enemies. His eyes crackled with electricity at the thought of the evil sorcerer and he had to concentrate so that his magic didn't run wild.

His life seemed to have become a awful mess all because of the prophesy and now he was alone in the world without a family. His new teammates were alright and Prometheus had offered him a safe heaven, but he wanted his life to be back the way it was before all of this tragedy had found its way into his life. Power, that was what had made his life take such a horrible turn like a Shakespearean tragedy and it is power that he would need to see his vengeance become a reality.

Finn felt hungry and decided to head to the kitchen to find food. Upon entering he noticed that two of his teammates were there as well. Even though he wasn't too interested in socializing Finn decided to be polite and introduce himself.

"Hello, my name is Finn O'Connell" he said politely with a slight bow, sorcerers were known for being very formal with how they carried themselves and how socialized with others.

Carefully chewing the last bite of her sandwich, Nicotine reached up and dabbed away a spot of mustard from her lip with a napkin before lifting up her glass of juice, all the while her eyes watching Fen carefully. She could tell the man was faking by the way he moved his body and the steely way his eyes gazed at her, watching her hands and mouth as she ate rather than being drawn to her more obvious qualities.

The fact she'd already read through his dosier and memorised telepath's abilities meant she knew he should've done the same and so would know just as much about her, but if he wanted to play games then games he would get. As she slipped off her chair Nicotine quickly recalled one of her favourite songs and began singing it to herself inside her mind, blocking any surface thoughts she may have had straying through it which might've given the man something to work with. Luckily she'd simply been thinking about fashion before he'd drawn attention to himself so the most he could've read from her would've been some scandalous ideas for underwear she'd been trying to picture for herself.

With a single thought Nicotine became insubstantial and passed over and around the breakfast bar as a cloud of thick black smoke before reforming herself again right in front of Fen, her face smiling mischievously for a moment as she decided to join the game. "Would you believe me if I told you I was the entertainments manager?" She said with a light laugh, tossing her head back and letting her hair fall off of her shoulder an down her back before swinging her face round to gaze at Fen's. "And I believe you're our resident DJ, isn't that right?"

@RainbowLemonade

"Hello, my name is Finn O'Connell"

As Finn stepped through the door and greeted them Nicotine turned with a grace only possible for someone who had control over every molecular of her being and smiled at the enchanter. "And this would be our chef?" She said with a chuckle, before drifting over and offering her hand for Finn to kiss.

"I am Vivienne Almeida, but you may call me Nicotine, or Nici should you feel comfortable with that." She said, shrugging her shoulder as though either choice was of no matter to her. "My good friend here, who is trying so hard to be mysterious, is Mr Fen Murray, who also goes by the codename Relay. I'm not sure what his friends call him, in fact I'm not sure he has any." She continued, tilting her head back over her shoulder for a moment to indicate the Canadian standing behind her.

Leaning a little closer to Finn Nici whispered in his ear loud enough to make sure Fen overhead her easily. "He's a telepath by the way, so be very careful what you think around him." As she said the words Nicotine stopped with her song lyrics for a moment and instead pictured herself naked in bed with her lover, making the thought as graphic and clear as she possibly could before once again starting over with the music. Switching to a rapid tempo rumba this time, Nicotine let her hips sway to the rhythm as she glided back over to the breakfast bar and scooped up the half-eaten bowl of chips before offering them to the boys.

Fen smiled at the surprise, she had caught him off guard with a topic that he was not certainly well informed of but he knew at least a little bit but enough to pass off as one, nope. However, he would entertain this game of intrigue a little bit longer as it was something he was use to and relaxed him a bit. The display of her powers didn't shock him as he read her file and knew what she was able to do and besides he was used to surprises due to his previous job always coming with unexpected twists and turns.

"Mhm, that is correct!" He chuckled softly "Im glad that you didn't forget me, and nice song you have there playing, enjoyable but not my taste, here let me help you a bit" Fen said smiling and he hummed the song along with Nicotine for a little bit, tapping his fingers along if he could. With a tiny nudge of his powers and a little imagination, he turn the simple noiseless song of words into a remix of it with a new surprise of sound along with, new sound effects with it that differed from the original that made it even more hip-hoppy and instrumental than the original. It wasn't hard to do a neat trick like that but it was tiring if used on many people and drained him, however for a single person who gave him the building blocks made it easier.

"Hope you like it? Hopefully its your taste, if not oh well." He said playfully as he looked back at her mischievous eyes, giving a perky look and smile back at hers. To him he didn't care about either one's playfulness as she wasn't his type and besides this was fun way of knowing a team mate. It was glad that we had a flirtatious character in our team to liven things up and bring tensions high if it ever come to that. Deciding that he would try and locate the others, he broke the conversation with playful and quirky kiss to her hand as if he was a knight in shinny armor before leaving. But then came in another one of their teammates and with a spin of the twisty chair he was sitting in, he was now facing the new guy.

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"Oh hey, I guess you want in too? Let's see if I am any good, I don't mind being judged so come on! Sorry if it sucks I blame her if it's terrible, she's the manager." Playfully and childishly pointing to Vivienne as he said that, Fen extended the song to the newcomer as the song within Vivienne's head and projected it to Finn. If he had any thoughts at the moment, they were instantly interrupted with the music that were both going through the three's mind at the moment. How the guy introduced himself, he seemed like a serious guy like Fen himself however, he was an actor capable of putting many masks on and that was what separated them. The tiny dirty scene didn't phase him as he continued the tiny little remixed within the their heads going without much difficulty. The remix was good but not great or terrible, if he was ever a DJ, he at least had some natural talent with it.

Finn was taken a bit off guard by the woman referring to him as a chef, it was an odd thing to say and he couldn't find a proper response. He did however give her hand a kiss recognizing the gesture she made and was slightly glad to see that he wasn't the only one here with some formalities. He was taken a bit by surprise when he began to hear music in his head, it must have been one of their powers doing it. Nicotine didn't have any problem with giving him her and Fen's code-names, and Finn decided to give them his.

"You can all me Capricorn" he said to them and then listened as Nicotine explained that Reley had telepathic powers and to be careful about what he let his thoughts show. Finn wasn't entirely sure, but he was almost certain that his Thought Shield spell would prevent any unwanted intrusion into his mind. Having a telepath on the team would make it hard to keep secrets from the others if it was needed.

As he watched her move about with almost inhuman grace, Finn guessed that was one of the benefits of having the ability to oneself into smoke.

"Well if you don't already, I'm your team's sorcerer. Magic is my specialty" he said to them and then did a quick charm, which made a bright glowing blue flower to appear floating in the air above them.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, clearly audible above the conversation within the kitchen. Someone, or something, was coming, and whatever it was, it wore size fourteen boots. Soon enough, the newcomer became visible to the group gathered in the dining area. A young man, unreasonably tall and built like an American football player. A cap obscured most of his features, though he was clearly Asian in decent, and wore a long, dark coat over matching slacks and a tight-fitting shirt. He said nothing, his face still cast downwards, and a lit cigarette hanging from his lip.

Rather, introductions were made by the small girl that preceded him. Unnoticed until she spoke, the girl looked to be no more than eight, dressed in a white sundress, and barely stood to the large man's waist. Her skin shined in the light like porcelain, and her knee-length hair shimmered like spun gold. Unsettling, however, were her great, gold eyes, which flickered like that of a predator.

"Well well, it seems that this is the unsavoury to which we are assigned, my servant." The young girl said, her voice smooth and elegant, yet with an unmistakable touch of arrogance.

The man merely grunted, his face still cast downward, and puffed on his cigarette.

@RainbowLemonade

Turning on Fen with anger burning in her eyes as the telepath so casually wandered into her mind and twisted her thoughts Nicotine brought her hand up and slapped the psychic hard across the face before letting her arm turn to vapour which quickly smothered his nose and mouth, suffocating him. "Stay. Out. Of. My Head." She growled in low, deep tones, making sure to emphasise each word clearly so the mind raper was clear on her meaning.

Without even looking at the others Nicotine strode straight out of the kitchen, her body fading to mist with each step until all that was left of her was the echo of the music still playing in her mind. She needed time to calm herself after such a profoundly disturbing intrusion and so for a while she drifted through the corridors of the base, letting herself fill the entire facility as she casually allowed her consciousness to wander from room to room, waiting for the call to action.

Floating on by, at a pace just slightly faster than a fast walking pace, a figure flew in through the entrance, bustling passed all the staff that were at work. Being clumsy and uncaring, but feeling generous and taking note not to knock anyone over, Impulse had arrived, late albeit and probably one of the last, she slinked in and roamed the base. Honestly not knowing what to do she was always scatterbrained and wild, rarely listening to information before she skipped it. She didn't know her room, if it was assigned, where bathrooms were, training rooms were, anything, but she did finally stumble on some chatter, and what smelled like food. Slowly, she hovered towards the sound and smell which seemed to be in the same place. Food wasn't something she needed as much as humans, though she would eat whenever she wanted and it wouldn't negatively affect her unless it was actually designed to be something that would not agree with her body. And an eatery seemed like a good enough gathering spot, probably for the people she was supposed to meet.

@Genni@RainbowLemonade@Weird Tales@Dead Cruiser

Once she arrived to what she expected to be the entrance to gathering spot of chatters and eatery, she slowly peeked in, her body now hovering in a horizontal manner as she clutched the side of the entrance looking in as she was peeking up and over something. Once she realized the occupants were not wearing Prometheus uniforms she knew she found the people she was looking for. Ugh, uniforms can be cute but when it's nothing but that it... just needs some mixing up! "Hello there !!" one of her hands reached 'upward,' at least to her it was upward, but to the others it reached outward horizontally. She closed her eyes giving a wide open mouthed smile, "Is this the place for the uh... whatever the... super team of humans?" She asked, covering her mouth with the waving hand to giggle. Realizing what she said she opened her eyes wide in shock before laughing again wildly, "Haha! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to make that sound all rude and stuff!" She then calmed down, resting her head on her lower head as if she was laying on her side and slowly, horizontally, started to float out to the center of the entrance, in full view of everyone now instead of popping just her head out. "I'm Impulse!"

Fen was surprised by the outburst of the smoke girl, as she slapped him hard before trying to suffocate him with her ability. He struggled a bit as this was a surprise that he didn't foresee. Falling off his chair from the surprise and after the incident was done, Nicotine left angrily out of the kitchen where no word was said between any of them. Inside his mind, it turned into a deep and dark place where his face tensed and his fist were clenched in anger. From what happened between them now, Fen decided now to just give no shit about socializing anymore and gave absolutely no fuck. It was a job now that he needed to do, and that was all this was to him because he didn't even want to be fucking here in the first place...

At the arrival of the new girl, he gave her a dirty look as he had also read her dossier and knew that she was another super-power that he should be wary of. He hot-headily left his fallen chair and passed the girl giving her a small angry smile, before leaving Impulse and the Wizard to chat if they wanted as he left the kitchen with him enveloped in his thoughts, cursing silently under his breath. His steps were quick and silent minimal of noise, making his presence unknown and the only thing that was evident of discomfort was his harden face void of expression. In reality his whole team needed to be always with caution as they were people of skill if they were hired by the Prometheus Project. It would be wise for him to keep his back watched in case someone from the team every lashed out again like the Smoke-Girl.

There he went back into the shooting range, shooting bullets until he was needed and so he enveloped himself with the targets that he imagined to be of Nicotine. Relieving his stress by shooting the targets, littering the floor with bullets that clinked as they hit the floor with each shoot that hit the target. However, now from silent rage, he fell into extreme annoyance of the Brazilian girl. Who he after a silent conversation inside his head summarized her to be quite frank a 'bitch' silently in his own thoughts and wanted nothing with her as he continued to shoot for the entirety of the day if he had it available to him

Cynthia sat on her bed, cross-legged, a Pad in her lap as she watched her latest Anime Romance. She wore only a sports bra and silk women's boxers her long ebony hair pulled into a high ponytail. Surrounding her were various weapons or tools of martial arts that decorated the walls or sat in racks. Cyn kept so many weaponry because they served as a reminder of how far she'd come since she was 13. She only kept those weapons she had already mastered in her room and was in a constant search for any she had yet to see or hear of from her family or other sources.

When her movie ended Cyn grabbed a tissue to dry the moisture from her eyes before popping off her bed and taking a quick shower. Then once dried off Cyn dressed in a black tank top slate gray yoga pants and soft Tabi boots. She had a uniform to wear in action which required identity but it was rare that she wore it because her primary duty was infiltration.

She could have headed over to one of the danger rooms to practice but chose instead to sit in the team's common room and watch several X-games champions perform crowd pleasing stunts as she memorized any new additional moves they may have added to their performance. She loved the Halfpipe and even got a small thrill almost every time she flew through space and briefly experienced zero-g at apogee.

Finn eyes crackled fiercely with Electricity and was on the verge of casting a Phantasmal Force spell when Nicotine left in her smoke form and only he and Fen were remaining. He was about ask if Fen was alright when Impulse entered the room floating apparently. She asked an obvious question, of course they were superhumans since it was quite clear by their non-ordinary looking choice of clothing.

"Yes we are the superhumans, just call me Capricorn. I'm your team's sorcerer" he said to the hyperactive woman. This team was getting weird and it looked like they were dealing with a lot of potentially dangerous personalities. When Fen left without saying a word, Finn knew that the telepath was pissed and decided to not follow him. It was barely a day and they were already possibly at each others' throats.

Capricorn rubbed his temples and then looked at Impulse with his almost inhuman green eyes.

"Sorry about our teammate, we had little complication with another team member. So what can you do?" he asked as a spark of electricity flashed from his eyes.

@RainbowLemonade Impulse tilted her head to the side, to everyone else it was down. Looking at Fen in curiosity from how angry he was, she had no idea of what happened but this wasn't helpful at all... not knowing what to do and the supposed 'professional' team already going at each others throats. She watched as Fen stormed passed her and took his own stroll away to wherever he was going, she felt concerned and thought about seeing what happened until the other person spoke up, which perked her ears.

She turned back to look at Finn after watching Fen walk away and her eyebrows gave a confused look before realizing what he was asking. "Oh, do you mean what are my abilities? Sorry, I took you for giving that sarcastic remark you humans say like 'weeell what can ya dooo right?" She giggled, covering her mouth with eyes closed until taking a breath and calming down. "The things I can do are a little out of your realm. But, it's nice to meet you mister Finn! And a... ah a sorcerer! My daddy has known your lots type for a looong long time, but you're the first that didn't attack me on sight! That's good... considering I haven't met a sorcerer in a few millennia! But uh... what exactly happened to those two... do you know?"

@RumikoOhara

Fang mostly spent his time wandering around the facility, trying to get a feel of everything as was permitted as well as kill time until the meeting. He wasn't wearing anything special, the same clothes they had picked him up in which were just plan black sweat pant and a white t-shirt. He didn't talk to any of the random agents around, as he wasn't big on government types given his record and history. Most them were unsure on his intelligence level anyway so didn't try to talk to him, something he was fine with. His mutation did effect his brain but not to the extent that most people think, it was mostly on the behavior side over raw intelligence or comprehension. As he moved through the various halls he could over hear all sorts of conversations, some calm and others aggressive but all clear to him outside of certain rooms with more sound proofing and other defenses. Part of him wanted to observe his teammates in person some more, but the collection of them in the kitchen was a bit too many for him to approach especially since he heard commotion coming from them just a short while ago. So passing that room up he headed towards the commons room, a large area with things to help stimulate more casual interaction between the various soldiers and agents. When he noticed Cynthia watching one of the tvs he decided she would be a good first person to observe. After taking a moment to sniff the air, he crouched down before doing a short leap forward on all fours and landing next to where Cynthia was seated. He didn't see anything to her but he did glance over at her before sniffing the air once more. He already had her scent but he preferred to get it form closer up to more properly asses the various layers on people as it gave him some decent information on where they have been or what they have been doing in addition to their normal smell.

"Are you alright? What was that?" he asked her curious to find out what had caused her sudden cry of pain.

Waving a hand over towards Bud dismissively Hardline held her other up to her forehead, or at least the piece of melted metal which had been reshaped to look like her forehead for the moment. "I'm fine, I'm fine," She said to the demi-god, shifting the components of her face to resemble a smile. Lifting her hand away from her face she watched for a moment as a trickle of silver blood wrapped itself around her finger before disappearing through a seam in her plating. "I think a friend of mine has been playing around with his toys again. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll just go and have a quiet word with him about considering the effects his work may have on others before shocking them with such pain."

Turning on the spot, her body reconfiguring itself in the process as her legs reversed direction and the bumps on her chest vanished to reappear on what had a minute before been her back, Hardline quickly began to make her way down the corridor towards Meltdown's lab. "_{...Идиот ублюдок. Я буду отрываться ему яйца и кормить их ему сырой...}" she muttered through simulated gritted teeth as her simulated heels dug small dents into the hallway floor.