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"Beautiful work, Touch," Fontaine said as he admired the sword brought back to him, "but somehow, I can't help but ask... why is your coat burnt and covered in ice shavings?"
"It has a lot to do with the reason I have this huge bump on my head and a possibly broken, but definitely bruised rib." was the response, spoken with nonchalance and an almost aloof feeling about him.
At this, Touch took off his trenchcoat and shirt and grabbed the medical kit that was located in the far corner of the basement. He was covered in bruises, but all of his bones were in tact, and that meant he was ready to go back out and work... though, he was no longer available for hire.
"I thought it was a trap when I was coming back here, but it was just a coincidence," Touch mentioned as he rubbed samba cream into each black and blue spot. "The grab was easy, and it went just like clock work. I took down the security, and it just felt like it was so easy. Then somehow, I was leaving... and there was another group of guys. They attacked me, I got rid of most of them... then I was attacked by someone else... wind... fire... ice..., and they just tossed me aside... that's it..."
"It's not like you just to let something like that go without being... well... pissed," Fontaine mentioned as he continued to examine the sword, this time with a jewler's magnifier. "I wanted to be angry, but... I'm not. She got what she wanted, and I got what I wanted."
Fontaine almost dropped the sword. "Woah woah wait a minute, you know better than to skip over a 'she' in a story just like that. How was that not the first thing you mentioned? What was she like? Does she have a sister? What happened back there?" Touch responded with a glance upward from his work, then back to taking care of his wounds. He didn't feel the need to tell about what had happened. There wasn't much of a point to it, seeing as it would have just been bragging about defeating the gang of derelicts, or attempting to put together an image of the mystery girl which he could not even put together for himself. a rigidly etched numeral six underneath her left eye... He could not shake the image from his mind, and yet he could not remember it clearly either. irises that were constantly flowing... The image would fade out, and he could remember the beauty that he had seen in her. He attempted to bring the image to clarity, but the beauty faded out, revealing only darkness... leaving only -
"Touch! Are you listening to me?!" Fontaine yelled directly in his face. "I don't know what happened...," Touch said, his voice almost shaking. "I thought it was attraction, but only for a moment... it's more like... I don't know..."
He did know though... he just could not tell Fontaine..
it was fear...
Dysis sat there in her lab, all of her grunts out collecting materials. These thefts would be much more easy to pull off, as the coincidental "same time" theft was very uncommon. It was the night after she had encountered the theif in the alley way, posing to be a hostage to get one of her men out of danger. However, he had been in her thoughts the entire day since they had met.
His moves were quick and precise, his skill could not have been of any street thug, she thought to herself. I watched from far away as he planned all his moves three, four, five times ahead of pulling them off flawlessly. And his ability to control the others... they had the best psychic she could offer them, and he plowed them down in only moments...
Her eyes drifted to the notebook, and she flipped through it casually, as she had already analyzed it throughout the day. The notes were more than she could have ever hoped for. In addition to a complete map of the mutant genome, it included several recommendations as to places to make changes to reverse the powers. In combination with her own research in ribonucleic structures, she had the knowledge to boost his abilities to a whole new degree. There were even sketches for a containment unit to hold an experiment subject, and various other details that would have taken days to complete. The day was spent reading through the notes and comparing them with her own, advancing her research years into the future. She had the complete information capacity to accomplish her plans, and just needed the physical resources to make her creation.
She smiled at the thought of this mutant... no... this super mutant... completely in her control. Her eyes took on a pinkish redish hue as she tapped into another one of her powers - the control of emotion. With that, in addition to his easily corruptable mind once the transformation begins, he would be in her hands. And just the first of her new followers. This would mark the day when the hunt began. Her prey would be the mystery man, and from there...
The thought made her smile grow to the point of being a sneer, twisted and sadistical...
She would have everything...
