Octavius Tertullian (Faust)
It had been a very long five years; a very draining five years. The non-operational training had been drawn out much longer than Faust had expected, and the cumulative effect of it was impacting on him as he made his slow way through the troughs and trenches of underworld. These were always his preferred route. The dregs and dross of the lowest society in creation all put on parade, their iniquity and shame thrown into relief and highlighted for judgement. But judgement was only to come when the order was given, and in five years it had not yet been given. Which had left Faust feeling taught, on edge, and uncomfortably close to an awareness of the fact that, being a denizen of underworld, he might not be any better than any of these people...
He grunted, twisted his face into a snarl and pushed himself onwards. Why today to dwell on these things? After all, it could bed that his waiting was at an end. The summons had come, and it was only his troubled distractions that were slowing him as her made his way through the degraded throng.
Picking up the pace he eventually found himself at the Krux building. He was not late especially, but neither was he comfortably early. He took a deep breath before stepping into the elevator, drawing himself tall and folding his arms into his vestments. He found himself making his way up alone, and took another pause before entering the designated room. The hows and jeers from inside were already pricking at his ears. He scowled...for a supposedly elite unit, the othe harvesters were so unruly, uncontrollable...in some cases such blunt instruments. Perhaps an ironic statement for someone who's weapon of choice was a maul.
The first was the one known as Lance, or "Reaver". Faust had something resembling admiration for that young man, for a confluence of reason's he'd been able to identify. His history as a Butler spoke something of humility, but more pragmatically his skill with thrown weapons was contrastingly and complimentarily 'incisive' to Faust's own combat style. Plus was there was something delightfully 'purgative' about his ability to rack someone's body with electrical charge...
The other person Faust gave special acknowledgement too was Tai Shan...he wasn't sure if that was her code name or her actual new name, they both sounded so similar to him. He scarcely ever talked to her - his lifestyle had conditioned him to be reticent towards women. But his reason for marking her out among the other harvesters was something more of a mystery to him. It was as though she embodied something...powers both familiar and terrifying. It wasn't admiration he felt for her, it seemed more like a kind of dread fascination.
But whatever the reasons, those were the two harvesters he would choose to go into the field with if given the choice. Though in his time in underworld so far, choice had featured precious little. Perhaps with this meeting, that was about to change...