location: hallway just outside tower elevator
status: closed to @zenith-moi
The elevator ride up to the floor containing the armory and specialist labs is a quiet one. Not because he’d already switched forms, but rather because there just didn’t seem like much to really say to Zenith, now that the time had finally come for the two of them to carry out their side of this sprawling plan of Catalyst’s. He was grateful to be partnered with her, outside of Dulce, Zenith was the next villain in line that he’d worked alongside the longest that was part of this plan. She was steady and reliable, and next to him he knows there’s nothing the two of them won’t be able to take down together. Which is why, he supposes, that out of all the floors its the one holding the armory they are heading to.
“Remember, don’t be afraid if you need to leave me behind,” he says finally just as the elevator dings to let them know they are only two floors away from their destination. His words are not meant to be chivalrous by any means, more so meant to be a simple reminder that he can get out of any situation, while her and whatever hero they were there to save couldn’t. “Worst case scenario, and we get too overrun in there, I can play distraction and give you enough time to slip out with our damsel in distress- whoever they are.”
He gives her a chance to counter his plan if she felt she needed to, and it’s soon after that the elevator doors open, revealing an empty hallway. The sounds of the fray they were soon to be entering into though, are not far off. A high pitch scream can be heard echoing down the hallways, followed by repeated gunfire from an automatic weapon. The scream wasn’t Banshee’s, that he could tell even though it was muffled and distorted as its sound waves bounced off the walls as they traveled down the length of the hallway. It was more animalistic in nature, less from the vocal cords of an enhanced human, and more from something far more... monstrous in nature.
“Alright, if we have anything else we need to plan out, now’s the time,” he sighs, rolling his stiff shoulders as he readies to slip into his shadowy form.
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