[center][h3][color=ec008c]Subject 17, Archon of Sound[/color][/h3][/center][center][hider=Status]Location: Temple of The Archons
Notes: On the floor[hider=Description]
[url=http://tv-community-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/00c895f150324ac78f2047a81b8060eb.png]A pale, eyeless, mouthless man.[/url] Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts.[/hider]
[/hider][/center]	Stravier looked at 17 in panic. He knew not how the artifact worked, only that he could understand every thought racing through 17’s head. He froze, hoping 17 couldn’t hear his thoughts. 
	“Can you hear me too?”
	17 shook his head at the same time the thought “no” popped into Stravier’s head. 
	He breathed a sigh of relief, causing 17 to become wary of his motives. Stravier was immediately made aware of this fact and began thinking of a way out. He thought about asking why he suddenly didn’t trust him, but realized the futility in that because they both knew exactly what 17 meant. Instead, he attempted to explain himself while reaching slowly for the revolver on his hip.
	“It’s not what you think.” 
	17 indicated that he could hear what he was doing. In one smooth motion, Stravier grabbed his gun, pulled the hammer, aimed for 17’s head, and pulled the trigger. In a sudden reaction to hearing the loud crack of the revolver, 17 tried to protect himself from the bullet by throwing his hands and arms in front of his face. Instead of the sharp pain 17 was expecting, he was pushed back by a powerful force and a deafening boom. He felt the connection he had to Stravier sever as he slammed against the floor. 17 heard the bullet fall to the floor beneath where he had expected it to hit him. 
	“[color=ec008c]Run.[/color]”
	He picked up his bags automatically and ran for the door, only to trip over Stravier’s unconscious body. 17 remembered the headphones, grabbed them, and put them around his neck as he loudly made his way down the metal stairs outside his third floor apartment. 17 heard people opening their doors and shutters, shuffling out onto the streets in search of the loud boom they had heard moments before. To keep from drawing attention to himself, he put the headphones on and kept his head down. Most had seen him before, and knew this was normal behavior. 
	17’s mind became an echo chamber for his and Echo’s thoughts. [color=ec008c]Careful who you trust[/color], he was BRF, [color=ec008c]you have to leave[/color], they know I’m still alive, [color=ec008c]careful who you let in[/color], he was my only friend, [color=ec008c]the mind is a fragile place[/color], where will I run, [color=ec008c]just run[/color], I thought I was done running, [color=ec008c]run to the temple[/color], what temple, [color=ec008c]run to the temple[/color], WHAT TEMPLE, [color=ec008c]RUN TO THE TEMPLE[/color], just walk faster, [color=ec008c]think harder[/color], I’m tired of thinking, [color=ec008c]think harder[/color], YOU DON’T KNOW, [color=ec008c]I KNOW[/color], they tortured ME, [color=ec008c]they tortured me[/color], we both know that, [color=ec008c]we both know that[/color], why me?, [color=ec008c]I don't know[/color], keep walking faster, [color=ec008c]W[/color][color=f33caa]e[/color][color=f976c4]l[/color][color=f7a8d8]c[/color][color=f9d9ec]o[/color][color=ffebf7]m[/color]e echoed through the room. It was warm. It was empty. The floor was cool and hard. The voice of a young man said “Welcome to the temple, Archon.”