@mr__mercury: Preordained fate was synonymous with the child of Addams. A life circumvented with innumerable ideal destinies for an always happy infant. Yet, no matter the choices or happenings that same seed never quite blossomed. That was until divinity itself took life into its' own hands and shattered the soul across Earth's mystical realm. Soon enough, the predestined returned into the land from which he was ordained and in doing so....the prophesied prodigy was born anew. A statuesque and at times short tempered spirit with historical ramifications on the mind. A calculating creature hiding beneath the flesh of untainted innocence.
"How bad is it?" He inquired, increasingly perplexed by the latest escapade he found himself aimlessly walking through.
"....." Pressing his in fingers against his slender lips, the always dapper aristocrat attentively studied every motion made by his suddenly acquainted friend. Although they hadn't known one another as long as Kurt and himself, the two young visionaries understood one another on a level where most would find themselves lost. It's because of that almost instantaneous understanding that Gothic City's most privileged socialite didn't voice any form of negativity.
"Know what I'm capable of?" Noah instinctively smiled, arching an eyebrow as he felt an uncanny sense of pride. "Tell me, what're we suppose to do now?" The foreign entity appropriately questioned, sliding his hands into his tightly restrained pockets, awaiting the next maneuver on the mind of Shinji Tsukazaki, "Let's get to work."
@mercy_: I brought him back! :)
"We suit up and head straight to the facility." Shinji marched across the briefing room and accessed another holographic control panel. "Our hands will get dirty."
Air lock pressure released from the metallic door, revealing a room full of weapons and armor. Shinji lead Closure through the personal armory. "Pop quiz. Besides your mutation, how much combat experience do you have?" With his back to Noah, Shinji changed out of his Visvim Jakob shirt in one swift motion. "Guest equipment is over there, to your right" he stretched his arm, directing Noah to one quadrant of the armory headlined "RESERVES".
As Noah took his direction and gathered his thoughts, Shinji estimated the tech support he needed. Rail Gun? Exo-suit? Handguns...? He removed his clothing with zero insecurity of his body and grabbed a custom black Gyakusou full body thermal. The thermal created a black silhouette of his physique, one that resembled modern fitness iconography. There was a fluid ritual to his movement. A learned procedure suggesting experience connected to martial law, discipline to a prescribed order.
Minimal in his equipment, Shinji silently quizzed himself on the blueprint of the SIONIS station.