𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘, & as if conjured by dark magic, the three remnants ease into the room. in the limelight, they almost look like replicas ── adorned with silver hair, black leather & serpentine eyes ── but their personalities alone couldn’t be anymore different. when adam speaks, the youngest-looking one is the first to answer, muttering in a low, gentle, yet borderline mocking tone, ❝ would you look at that... ? it can speak. ❞ the man on the right suddenly laughs, resting a lone gloved hand against his chiseled stomach. he is clearly not intimidated by the monstrous human nor the majestic arsenal of high-tech weaponry, taking a few nonchalant steps forward as the last remnant follows closely by, being both silent & gracious, just like a smiling fox. they stop directly before adam when the burly one speaks, ❝ oi ! kadaj ! can we play with this one... ? ❞ looking over the broad shoulder in hope, the youngest retrieves a flip-phone out of his pocket & gives a simple ‘ mhm ‘ as an answer, nigh instantly painting a sadistic smile across those pale lips in turn. now, looking back, serpentine eyes shine with new-found excitement all the while the accompanying remnant ever so casually retrieves his velvet nightmare; a long silver handgun ornamented by two sharp blades. it glimmers wickedly in the neon lights, more so when tauntingly aimed at the infamous ‘ butcher ‘ of shinra. ❝ heh. don’t break on me too soon, okay? ❞ not really waiting for an answer, the burly man charges ahead & he does so within a blink, quite literally re-appearing before adam in a series of after-images & fired gunshots just to punch him in the stomach, most shockingly sending the titan flying straight into an iron wall on the opposite end; ❝ hehe ! ❞ kadaj, on the other hand, never looks up. among the mixing sounds of laughter, bullets, & booming metal, the young remnant simply stays back & continues to browse through the map, attempting to locate rufus’s possible location. @k-adaj
❝ ── you little fucks. ❞ the voice which surfaced was an unsettling amalgamation of growls, whispers, digital and guttural altogether. galvanized steel hands that were far too large for a human emerged, each hydraulic claw selectively pierced into the edges of the protruding hole that once absorbed his incoming impact. adam's towering and broad frame came out unscathed, save for a few blemishes on the paint, all following an ensuing explosion that spewed out a torrent of blazing inferno which engulfed his unfazed countenance. ❝ maybe you'll be worth my time after all. ❞ praise, a dangerous prize when awarded by someone who relished keenly on death when resolving disputes.
Adam's cybernetic eyes, lenses exuding an unnatural blood saturated hue, flickered as he surveyed the immediate area, processing the scene with cold, calculated efficiency. His advanced targeting systems rapidly analyzed these three potential threats standing before him. Each target was subjected to an indiscriminate barrage of data collection: biometric readings, threat assessments, and tactical analysis in order to formulate individual portfolios.
Within milliseconds, a decision matrix easily highlighted the fairly built target as the primary threat. The logic was clear: neutralize any communication links or information searches. Adam's shoulder-mounted cannon swiveled with lethal precision, it aligned its sights on the individual holding the phone. The targeting reticule locked in place, and the cannon hums ominously while charging. ❝ pay attention you fucking piece of meat! ❞ not a moment sooner, a large volley of rockets made its way towards kadaj, and simultaneously Adam utilized a high pressure automatic rifle, pummeling the duo with an incoming ocean of specialized led.
