The man took a seat beside Bri and shot the three girls a look, which they so eagerly returned. They were spouting some unintelligible babble which for the life of him, he could not understand. It made Seamstress' jumbled language seem normal. He thought one of them had made a comment about his black dress-shirt and casual jeans; what he thought was a classic look was apparently "so coverly outta wise", as the girls put it. His face seemed to say "Are you serious?", a look that he hoped would make them feel stupid. Ignoring their shrieking clamor, he directed his attention to Bri, who seemed to be, more or less, enjoying their company.
"Hey... You alright?" Xypher's brows furrowed. "You're hanging with a bunch of sheep... That's definitely not normal Bri-haviour." He snickered, finding his quip rather clever. A flash of brightly-coloured neon light blinded him for a moment, jarring him from his laughter. He scowled and looked around at the light's multiple possible sources. "Rat, it's cool that this club has put you in a situation that allowed you to help us all out, but seriously, isn't it all a bit much?" Blinking, his gaze drifted back to Bri.
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The Director smirked as the boy entered, his nervousness clearly apparent. Within the air hung the aroma of resin; the Director was aware of the boy's powers, but its limits were yet to be tested... That was why he was here today... He snickered at the boy's actions, and waved a hand nonchalantly to him, in the same movement, motioning for him to sit.
"Relax, my boy, formality is only necessary for my employees, not for my... children." The Director was never this kind, nor did he ever refer to his products as his children; this was probably apparent to the boy. It was clear he wanted something. "Anyways, I'm sure you are aware of why you are here today." At the male's expected clueless expression, Stark extrapolated, with a fake expression of bafflement. "You mean they didn't tell you?" He shook his head and made a tsking sound. "I will see to it that you are better informed next time..."
The man leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers casually. "Well, I guess I will have to inform you of the situation. As I'm sure you have heard, some of the escaped mutants have formed a rebel faction. As our Intel Team tells us, their numbers are quite large, and their organization is very sophisticated. Hence, we will need a... suitable weapon to defend ourselves should they decide to attack. We already have ALEXAIN as I'm sure you are aware, but we feel that this may not be enough, and that we may need to send some of our... specialists in to the fray." He motioned to the boy. "This is where we will need you." The man rose from his chair and began to pace casually, arms folded behind his back in a surprisingly intimidating manner.
"We are in need of your talents, so to speak. Our Research and Development team have so far produced nothing but blanks. What we are in need of is a fluid of sorts that will, in essence, boost the mental output and powers of your kind tenfold, whilst eliminating the all-too-unfortunate taxing effects they seem to take. Of course, it is expected that its effects would only be temporary, but even ten minutes of enhancement would more than sway the battle in our favour. Think of it as a... temporary psychic steroid..." He ceased his pacing and placed both hand upon the table slowly and fluidly, leaning in towards Nightshade. "Are you up for the task?"