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militibus-ex-umbra​:

A Military Cyborg? Vergil had never encountered such a creation. A fusion of human and mechanical components. He had encountered demonic creations using human flesh sure, but those were fused with magic and spells.

The human world was only growing stranger and more curious to the Elder son of Sparda.

“I assume you have a mission here. Regardless you can keep that part to yourself.” Vergil replied. Still studying the other’s metallic frame. “Its obvious you’ve seen your fair share of… conflicts.”

“My mission is to scout the city. Whatever I see is sent back to my superiors to view - and they’ll make a decision whether or not any intervention is needed.” And glancing around - it seemed as if something was needed; “They deemed it too dangerous to send in any more infantry.” Which was absolutely fair given circumstances. 

“You could say that-” Ever since a child, Raiden had been in war - it was his life, after all. “...many wars, many conflicts.”

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infideliis​:

Never was Ravus under any illusion that the Empire liked him. The men he commanded would rather have remained beneath the command of General Glauca or been transferred to Caligo. How beneath them it was to follow a Tenebraean; much worse, a traitor king.

“If you would like.” He, himself, would abstain, preferring to get this asinine quest over with as quickly as possible. “There is no other way around. I doubt there are any stairs.” As if Ravus trusted the elevator any more than Raiden did. Still, as High Commander and the lead of this expedition, after the elevator’s gate slid open, he was the first in to test its stability.

“It isn’t shaking.” He even hopped a few times. “The floor is stable.”

Grand - idling behind somewhat does Raiden watch the commander as he tests the flooring that stretched outwards and then furthermore tests the elevator; seemingly all well. Hopes existed that it might get them down, but a horrible feeling lingered in his nerves (He’d no stomach, after all-) that it would not bring them back up. 

“Down in the death trap it is, then-” If there was nothing else for it, then grand. “If it drops like a brick we’re going to end up trashed.”

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cinderella-gurei​:

“Oh…” he responds, almost speechless by how different his answers are to those he would think, or those he would respond instead. Maybe it was a much more positive outlook of the circumstances both of them wouldn’t be able to control, surely. 

“I-I… I don’t know how to feel, myself.” he mentions, thinking he could confide in him about it. “I don’t remember many things of the past, but sometimes my body hurts a lot. I don’t think that’s normal.” Chadley continues and then shakes his head, sighing to then smile a bit and brush that uneasiness aside for a little. “But, you sound and look so cool! Do you think I could turn like you someday, Mr. Raiden?” 

“No... that doesn’t sound too normal.” In the very least Raiden had inhibitors that would entirely turn off any pain he may have felt - but he was a military model, he was needed in the absolute heat of battle. Pain couldn’t stop him or cloud his thoughts - he simply had to continue - bleeding out everywhere or otherwise. It was his job and now it was his life - being as he was, he wasn’t much use for anything else. 

“If you wish to-” He hardly wanted to dampen the youth’s spirits - if he wanted to grow up and be a military based unit then there was no stopping him; good luck to the kid. But if Raiden felt he could be honest, he would tell him to run as far away from the possibility as he possibly could. Once one became hardened by battle, there was no going back from it. “Just be careful you think over every decision before you make it, yeah?”

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lifedxbt​:

“Support is support.” He isn’t picky; besides when the higher ups try to shove low level infantry at him. “I need you to run a distraction. I won’t be able to assist. Can you do that?”

Help was help? A refreshing opinion - given his appearance and evidently altered being, it wasn’t actually often Raiden was deployed alongside another - often his missions were secretive and solo- Adaptiveness was welcomed, however; a brow raised upon the comments offered; 

“Distractions? Sure. What’re you looking for?”

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militibus-ex-umbra​:

“My interests are more about you. Not whatever organization you work for.” The Elder Son of Sparda replied. He held no interest in the military organization the other appeared to be a part of. No, Vergil wanted to know what the other swordsman really was. What this power he could sense from him truly was.

“What is your name?” He asked simply. HIs cold eyes looking over the cybernetic soldier.

About him? Unexpected; though his vision remains upon the male in his company, albeit with a furrowed brow. A single step is taken, fractured concrete beneath his metal feet; 

“Raiden.” His real name was dead after all - as much as most of his humanity. “Interests about me? S’pose military cyborgs are mostly kept to the wars nobody particularly gets to hear about.”

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@dantes--rebellion  ||  DISCOVERED the CYBORG

“I’ve just been sent to review the situation-” Idly does he utter, his attention preferably on surroundings rather than randomly discovered company - and despite the suit he was wearing, the male was most certainly capable of caring for himself in the vulgarity of the infestation.  “And it definitely looks like you could do with a hand-” Or two. What about two metal hands?

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“Look - I was just sent here to survey the surroundings and judge whether intervention is needed-” He didn’t particularly get into the politics or reasoning of anything - Raiden merely did his job and nothing more. “So if you’ve got a problem, I can link you to my boss-”

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@lifedxbt   || DISCOVERED the CYBORG.

“When you requested support I don’t know what you were expecting.” But he had been sent, regardless; no questions asked. “But you’ve got me.”

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It wasn’t often that those like the metallic male in question got to mingle with others - and thus when outdoors, in the depths of the uninhabited slums, it was hardly an expected encounter. A raised brow, a pause in motion; 

“...Can I help you?”

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cinderella-gurei​:

In contrast to him, the man remain still, observing, analyzing. It was amazing to be able to witness such a difference when they both were alike, if even a little. Regardless of the blatant differences between the two, Chadley immediately felt as if he could be understood by him, as if he had gained a possible friend that would be able to help him through the day, if even a little. 

“That is amazing!” he commenced, another jolly jump and he was standing straight, but still so very curiously staring the man down. “Does it- um… feel strange for you to be a cyborg?” the question comes with an upbeat tone, but it conveys a hidden uncomfortable sensation, it hides sadness, one he can’t really keep under wraps completely. 

“Strange?” A bizarre question - one he had never particularly been asked. Having been converted from human to what he was now, the male had experienced two entirely different lives, in a sense. Did it feel strange for him; “I can still feel everything, physically - nothing particularly feels different in essence-” Though he did have inhibitors blocking off any pain he felt. 

“Suppose it is strange, though- Ultimately, I’ve just grown used to it and whatever I was like when human is forgotten- I am what I am, now- No changing it-”

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infideliis​:

It is better Raiden not ask. The fewer know of Ravus’s less-than-strong allegiance to the Empire’s cause, the better. A life in secrecy, while exhausting, was a must when one straddled the line.

He pauses, allowing his own eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“I’d hardly be surprised if they did,” he answers with a shrug, cavalier in the knowledge that he is only so valuable to Niflheim and that, truly, they have never given a damn about whether he lives or dies. There are others waiting with hungry smiles to step into his shoes. “As I cannot imagine what they would want with a Lucian tomb they cannot open.”

Once his eyes have adjusted, the Commander continues on toward the elevator that looks as if it would sooner plummet than carry them peacefully downward.

Likely, then, that the both of them had been thrown to the metaphorical wolves; a needless, ridiculous mission simply to see if they would survive. How humorous; perhaps for Raiden it would be a test for his technology and alterations but for his commanding companion? Perhaps it was just an act of disposal-  Quietly, the both of them shared their lack of allegiance. 

“So... we look at it, take a tourist photograph and leave?” That was if the both of them made it. “Grand...” And they were going in to that elevator? Raiden didn’t particularly trust its stature. “...Are we taking that or finding another way around?”

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cinderella-gurei​:

Though he was sure that was him, confirmation only raised his joy and he soon moved a bit closer to the man. Finally, he could stare at him without feeling too bad about it. Now, he wouldn’t seem rude by staring, would he? So, he paid close attention to the man and soon enough he jumped. 

“Oh, right! Well, you see…” he thought a bit, placing a hand on his chin to analyze a little bit further. He wanted to ask so many things, to chat with him, but what could he talk about first? “You are just like me, right?” and the nervousness returned, making for him to grow a bit shaky and restless. Maybe he did not formulate it well… and what if Raiden took it negatively? Quickly, he glanced over up to the other and shook his hands. 

“Forgive me! I don’t think I explained myself clearly! I meant… you are a cyborg like me. Is it true? Are you really?” 

Jumpy - Raiden decided to keep himself rather stationary as he regarded the youth, not wanting to startle him any further than he perhaps already had. With furrowed brows did he watch, did he observe;

“I am, yeah-” A simple answer for a simple question though soon enough did he expand; “I’m a military grade full human cybernetic conversion. I’m a little dressed down at the moment- altered to blend in - but I’m usually a lot more armoured-”  Perhaps, now and then, it was nice to talk to someone more akin to himself- it added a fragment of normality to his otherwise chaotic and uncomfortable life.

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Headcanon - Bodies

Raiden’s usual appearance is that of his cybernetics; the dark armoring, the visor, the eye patch over one eye; however, he is still able to change to other bodes on standby if requested w-thin enough time and it does not conflict with missions and contracts. These other bodies include his previous cybernetic body which was repaired and put into storage should the need for it ever arise once more. It is perfectly suited to needing strength, but also needing to appear normal while clothed. Much of the technology within it has been upgraded, but it retains its old appearance down to the fine details. As of late, the good Doktor has also created a body that appears almost entirely human, save for a few marks which signify the joining of synthetic joins over joints. It allows Raiden a rare outlet, a pass into the world as a normal being for a short time. The body is mostly used when visiting his son but has also been used on time off and other explorative missions where a softer approach is needed. The changing of him into other bodies takes some time; the process rather complex but perfectly safe now that the Doktor has perfected the move. Or Raiden, it is no different to falling asleep.

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Headcanon - Life After the Guns of the Patriots Incident

Life after the Guns of the Patriots incident went about as well as one might think it would have; Raiden took his vow to heart initially, having promised Rose that he was done running, that he would be a fine husband and father. But it did not take long for the little fairy tale to begin to shatter. The technology behind his artificial skin was still imperfect and he still looked unnatural. Gradually, be became more and more ostracized from society – finding employment to support his family grew more difficult. In time, he rejoined the military sector under Maverick Security Consultants, got an overhaul regarding his cybernetics and was able to appear as a normal human being while clothed. While he now had steady work and appeared normal to the outer world, his relationship with Rose began to further falter; now living in New Zealand, he scarcely got to see his son, simply sending money through bank transfers so he was able to get all he needed. It did not take long before his relationship with Rose buckled completely and they filed for divorce; he was, however, permitted access to his son from time to time. Arrangements would be made for days out, even time spent away together as and when he was on leave from Maverick.    

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Employed my Maverick Security Consultants, Raiden takes on contracts and works alongside a team of folk that quickly became friends; upgrades are often, his condition at its peak. Side missions are accepted rather frequently and as of late, contracts taken on a more private basis have been accepted.

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 - 𝕄𝔾𝕊𝟜

Based pre-MGS4 game contents, Raiden has gone out on his own, picking up contracts and focusing on his own training to better what he has been cursed with. To better one’s self would allow for a better result, and as of the moment it is all he cares for.