Answers before any questions were asked, promptly too. Possibilities arose that the person before him has been through these motions before or there had been a truly elusive and sinister objective in his eyes that he could not afford to be compromised by even his surprising appearance in the land of men. Either possibility had made the herculean Alpha-series wearisome as he stood across from the man in black, more so than before.
Reluctantly, the cyclops relented his guard for the time was certain of the truth behind his affirmations. But, his discomfort had been no lesser than it previously had been.
There was a calculating look or an examining one, Delta wasn't sure of which this man had gestured but both had purpose to dissect him on the spot like a scalpel--careful, delicate motions to pry what he could without damaging his 'specimen'. Delta would of normally felt violated by these looks, if not for the fact he too had been probing his opposite. A hypocrit, was not among his many titles.
He could not speak, that was his one crippling disadvantage, experiment after experiment destroyed what power he had to make an audible, coherent language. They found him better that way, for a slave is better seen than heard.
Just like anything else however, there were always other ways.
He broke eye contact for a moment and scanned the room observantly, various shades of grey, white, and black that were dull and deluded had nothing but a dreadful feeling as he scoped about. But finally, he settled his beam upon a writing board not far from either of their positions and conveniently had an assortment of chalks and other utensils about.
He locked eyes again with his other who still had a calm, machiavellian look from behind his set of shaded spectacles for a moment before looking towards the board once more.
A demonstration was in order.
The titan raised his marked arm, lengthy and as colossal as his build, towards the chalkboard--and the tips of his fingers sparked and flickered with awesome power within his palm and shot a kinetic bolt towards one of the utensils, assuming power over it as it levitated into the air and began striking against the board and forming words across it.
'I am Subject Delta,' the Protector marked down as continued scribbling words with chalk across the board, 'and before I answer any further, I must ask--'
Delta then stopped, dropped the chalk, assumed power over the eraser, wiped the board clean, and took control over the chalk again--now with a question written across the slate before the two of them. 'Who are you?'
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