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Rook's gaze drifted to the surprising lion standing off to the side. "I haven't seen you before." He addressed. She narrowed her eyes up at him questioningly, but that was when he apologized and introduced himself. He was ridiculously large, standing nearly a foot over her. There was no question he was one of those bizarre mutants who ran about with animalistic features. His were by far the most severe she'd ever seen.

"Call me Rook," the cyborg replied, taking his -- paw -- respectfully. She threw her shoulders back the moment she could see straight again and gave a rather forced smile. "Rook Judith. I can't say I've seen you before either, but you're certainly hard to miss." She examined the beast of a man. She found it fascinating how the biological DNA could be manipulated now-a-days. Her smile became a slight grin as she marveled at the lion-man's aesthetic.

         

"Deactivation, my ass!" Rook shouted as she stormed away. He is not fit to be a leader. She was convinced. This little brat must have been some joke. He had to be! Rook had never heard of a captain to disrespect a soldier in such a manner.

Her hair still sat bundled up and wet on her head, anything of what little make-up she wore before had washed away and she felt like an overall wreck. She just wanted to get some sleep, that was all. She'd skip the forms she had to fill and go right to bed. Rook just wanted to forget about that punk-ass poor excuse for a leader. 21? Aren't 21 year-olds supposed to be off wasting their salary on booze at that age? She wondered who he had to sleep with to get in that position. Rook snickered, finally arriving back at the steel scented, main building.

It was overwhelming to see such a mass of people at this time of night. She felt heavy and dizzy, parking herself against one of those larger metal columns and relaxing for a moment.

         Watching as the woman sulked and groaned, Patraeko burst into laughter. "Look at you~! For a Cyborg that's pathetic~!" He attempted to speak through his laughter. The wobbly being he was watching really was something to remove any depression or whatever, maybe he should record it? If only his eye could do that...

Finally she left, stomping off in some kind of hissy fit. Patraeko had to bid his farewells, and so, he ran to the door. Poking his head through the frame and watching the woman walk off. "Oi~! I can always upgrade ya~! So you won't have to look like an idiot~!" Damn, this is so much fun.

"Oh yeah! Get back 'ere tomorrow morning~! I need you to wake me up so we can report to kronnykins! It's an order so failure to comply would lead to deactivation~!<3"

         "Agh, I gotta go searching!?" Patraeko pushed his head back in a kind of sulking fashion, his voice showing annoyance and disagreement. "There isn't many cyborgs here y'know, maybe you could make some more for me, Kronnykins!" He spoke through his foreverly shown smile, always seeming careless.

The others were already beginning to leave, forcing Patraeko to feel uncomfortable, he fears staying alone with his creator. It always seems that the creator want's to get rid of him, or maybe "upgrade" him to cause him to become a mindless slave.
"I guess I'll have to search then, even though I'm a very busy person..." Patraeko sighed as he pulled himself out of his seat, heading over to the door.

"If I don't find anyone, I'll make my own. Just letting you know, Kronnykins."
With that, Patraeko left and headed off into the main building on the search for a cyborg.

         

|| 4:42 pm, Natasha's Room ||

While still combing, Natasha moved the hairdryer over parts of her body that always seemed to have trouble drying on their own. She practically ignored the paper Alec had thrusted infront of her face, and continued to comb and dry her fur, listening to Alec as he spoke the list outloud instead. Natasha grinned a bit as she zoned out. She thought of how nice it was to have someone like Alec to do all of the important stuff, and without him, she'd probably be swarmed with paperwork and god knows what.

The sound of the hairdryer dropping to the floor made Natasha yelp and flinch, blinking away from her daydream. A epologetic, 'woopsy-daisy' kind of smile spread across her face as she glanced to Alec, who she assumed was looking at her with an angry look, and then leant down to pick up the hair-dryer,switching it off and leaving it on top of the drawers along with the comb. Then standing, Natasha strided past Alec, flickering her fluffy tail just under his chin as she usually did to try and make him laugh or smile or show any such emotion at all really. Reading down the list on the paper which she had absent-minded grabbed from Alec, Natasha gave a sigh and shrugged softly, looking to Alec hopefully, "Well, I've already done the running part.." she'd say in a optomistic yet slightly quizical tone. Natasha had a feeling Alec wouldn't let her off so lightly, and to that she gave a pout, "Awh comon, I've already showered! This is so not fair."