"You open your eyes to the lies you've been living." Omnes said, a smile nearly appearing on his face. He would have continued to explain to the six, but, of course, the Spades had to intervene, as always. And that wasn't all, one of the Fist Five, Miko, was trying to summon him. Omnes would have went, but he had much he must do to prepare the last Six before he may even leave them behind. So, he sent this to poor Miko.
Hopefully he wouldn't be too upset. Omnes watched the scene rolled out just the way he knew it would. Bel taking precaution while trying to act casual. Baldwin being slightly shocked for Omnes presence and shocked at Zerxes taking everything so easy like there's not a chance their experiments can strike any moment. Omnes listened as Zerxes speak and found that this what his chance to aid into this. This would someday become Ombes' downfall, and he knew that. But it's his duty to do these thing.
"Respect is what thou must show thy fathers, is it not? Omnes said, his voice doubling again but with a more deeper voice as he donned his hood. The moment the fabric of his hood touched his head, he grew. He went from looking the young, innocent, weak age he did to looking old, cruel, and powerful. He mostly looked this way around the Spades as a way of intimidation and to show them he wasn't just some kid. The marks that covered his skin spread out until not a millimeter of pale skin was shown. His eyes took on a new darkness as they deepened into his face. A long grey-blue beard growing down to over his chest. He no longer looked little, malnourished, or weak. He looked big, almighty, and powerful. His cloak seemed to grew old and worn with him, making his newly appeared muscles look more bulbous. His hands grew to that of a child's nightmare monster with long claws like finger nails.
The transformation took less that a minute, but seemed to last hours. After giving a look to the two Spades members, he turned back to the Last Six, instantly turning back to his young form, hood over his. "Would you two like to explain, or shall I?" Omnes said, his voice still dueled in harmonized young and old. He was clearly asking the Spades members.
Baldwin took this chance to speak. First, he retorted at Bel who said something about them having a degree of power over them. "First off, you have no degree of power over anything! We created you, not the other way around!" Baldwin yelled at Bel, his eyes cold and angry. "Secondly, you have no authority here either, Omnes!" He added, this time glaring at Omnes. Omnes simply widened his eyes and a small amused smirk appeared on his face. "And lastly, you don't get to ask questions!" He said, turning back to the six. "Your not suppose to ask any damn questions! Just listen and obey! That's what you do!" He put his head down, raising his hands to rub his temples. He was obviously tired.
He walked over and sat in one of the chairs beside an empty cylinder. "All you need to know is we didn't expect any of you to actually make it to these last stages, but you did. Now, all you've got to do is forget the lives you lived. Those were simulations full of testing. No matter how real it felt, you need to realize none of it was real." He paused and looked up, his hands now on the armrests of the chair. "You've all been sleeping a hell of a long time. It's time to wake up, children, and open your eyes to the real world." He didn't know it at the time, but Baldwin just restated Omnes' answer from before. Baldwin stood, glanced over the Six, and walked over to Zerxes. "You can take it from here. I need a serious break." At that, he walked out of the door.
He went down the hall, to the left, and into the Simulation Room. This is the room where most of the Spades members who became tired of living in this space ship with nothing to do would go. He stepped in the room. In the room was many other rooms, each with a metal symbol on the front that represented the name of each member, for each member had their own personal simulations. Finding his being the second to the right, Baldwin opened the door to the small room. There's only room for one person. He leaned against the slightly inclined wall, putting his arms down to his side and laying his hands flat against the wall. Three metal straps came out of the wall. One going over his ankles and connecting to the wall on the opposite side. One going over his thighs and connecting to the wall on the opposite side. And one reaching up and over his forehead to the opposite side of the wall.
He took a deep breath. Inhaling then exhaling. Before closing his eyes and letting the simulation take his. He was now in a night club. Not a normal night club though. This was one of those night clubs that only play futuristic songs. By the sound of the music, someone was fighting. And they were. He loved his simulation. And he knew he'd live another day.
Back to Omnes and the Six. Could he give more answers.