What do you lose when you lose yourself?
Noblesse is not mine, I simply exert my will upon the characters.
Warning: Death/ Descriptions of other M series experiments taken from Chapter 78 of Noblesse
It seems like the right thing to give some of M-21's comrades a personality, even if I don't know how well I've done with that here. This is just something that was eating away at me and I eventually decided to share.
When the experiments were over, the remaining eight members of the M series were split up into pairs to work as general agents. That day, once the scientist had left the room, we looked around at each other and smiled.
The outside world was strange yet familiar, a far cry from the tanks we had been in before and the sterile, white rooms where more experiments were conducted.
After a month of being familiarized with procedures, we began to be sent out on missions. M-85 and M-10 were the first to go and were to sent to a big city in America, New York, to guard some item. When they came back, M-85 happily babbled about the amazing food he had gotten to try—his partner said all food was amazing to M-85 with that huge stomach as proof—and we were all intrigued by his descriptions of burgers, French fries, and pizza as well as the difficulties of making yourself understood when you didn't know the language.
After some coaxing, M-10 smirked as he spoke of bars and pool tables and men in black leather jackets who admired his tattoos.
The group learned about Japan, sushi, and shrines from M-57 and M-60 after their stint acting as bodyguards for a low-level Union scientist. N-57 kept sighing about the beauties he had seen, and M-60 expounded on the fighters they had seen. In contrast, M-24 thought the shrines sounded peaceful, and M-85 kept asking about sushi.
Next, it was I and M-24's turn to recount their adventure in acting as couriers for some special—though not really that special—paper that took them into China and gave them a little time afterwards to wander around the malls. M-24 made sure to take note of the food for M-85, and I watched the people with a mixture of awe and fear at the sheer number.
Finally, M-63 and M-92 came back from their time blending in to a small military base as informants for the Union. M-63 spoke of soldiers who banded together as comrades and treated each other like family, M-92 bounced about, pretending to be very manly and macho by standing with his head held high and snapping to attention.
Missions came and went and with each one the 'failed experiments' learned.
M-85 learned that he loved savory foods and hated bitter ones, and M-10 learned to take pride in his tattoos even if he didn't know why he had them.
M-57 learned that he loved women and could be the king of a club with ease if he wanted, whereas M-60 learned that he really hated having anyone around him except his comrades—a troublesome mix with how his partner was.
M-24 learned that his size and appearance scared everyone but young children, and so he learned that children were precious, precious people. I learned that I liked wearing real clothing rather than the sweats from before.
M-63 learned that he liked to ruffle M-92's hair and speak with his actions. M-92 learned that he disliked being treated like a child just because he looked like the youngest of us.
As time continued on, we foolishly thought the worst was behind us. After exactly one year of conducting minor missions, M-63 and M-92 were held back to be used in a new experiment.
M-63 died, and M-92 stopped bouncing.
For a while, M-92 was placed with M-57 and M-60, then with M-85 when M-10's body suffered late complications from experiments they thought were over.
Still, none of us gave up. When M-92 began to lose his spark, M-24 always did his best to comfort him, and as I and then M-60 no longer needed medication to survive, we began to hope. Then more experiments and our numbers dwindled.
A year after we became general agents, everyone but M-24 and I were dead with only M-57 dying during the course of a mission.