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a character in “Impending Pursuit”, as played by Scra


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{Full Name}
Yeqon Cryo
[Pronounced: Ya Quan]



[Half-Dark Elf]

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Salo [Original Art] || sh0d03 [Artist]

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Hair Color

Eye Color
Deep Emerald


Overall Appearance
Yeqon's appearance is unique — due to his hidden Dark Elf blood — compared to most humans. Dark skin, similar to charcoal — free of scars and blemishes at first glance — coupled with mesmeric eyes, the color of rare emerald gemstones. Long limbs and a mesomorphic build, which he maintains through training despite living on the Mother ship. Lastly, he possesses naturally wavy onyx hair gelled down and kept neatly close to his head, minus a few strands, for a more 'professional' look.

Yeqon exudes a pristine aura and sense of style, displaying himself as neat and tidy. His wardrobe consists of only dark-colored suits, primarily black, brown, or grey, with light green ties to match his eyes. Occasionally, if feeling adventurous, he'll dawn a red dress shirt. Not one for unnecessary accessories, he'll only wear a pair of diamond stud earrings and a single silver watch. During other occasions, he might wear a simple necklace or ring to match his attire. Yeqon has two blemishes — if you disregard the bruises and scars hidden underneath his clothes. Two light green vein-like markings on both of his hands, which his father calls, "Two of the many flaws of my pitiful son."

“Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.” - Edward Abbey


Exterior. Yeqon is a soft-spoken, highly observant, but blunt individual, showing little variations in his facial expressions — regularly appearing calm and collected. A thinker rather than a talker, he isn't fond of conversing or sharing his opinions — expressing himself by simple head movements, pointing, or few-worded responses. He leaves the planning to others, only stepping in if necessary, and solves issues with as little bloodshed as possible — not a fan of violence but will resort to it if required. Due to his strict upbringing, he's respectful to everyone — regardless of race, a personal choice, age, or personal feelings — and completes his task as perfectly as possible.

Interior. Yeqon can display moments of joy or amusement — softly smiling or staring with warm eyes to express his favor. Surprisingly gentle to mutants and humans alike. He's a silent helper, offering assistance when no one is watching and never seeks credit for his actions — viewing too much attention as a bad thing. Though gentle, he isn't naive, and if someone is hostile or his Father is watching him, he'll act accordingly — returning to his apathetic and withdrawn temperament. Views sharing his pain or weaknesses as a shameful act, willing to endure his Father's abuse or stay silent about his origins even if he could escape if he shared it. Craves friendship yet fears the consequences of befriending someone of his own volition. He isn't afraid of social interactions; he simply isn't used to them. He tends to quietly overthink situations, inwardly overanalyzing everything.

Theme Song: Dark Academia Playlist


Fruits | A delicacy introduced to Yeqon when he first started living on Mother. His favorites are strawberries and melons.
Miniture Garden | Yeqon finds pleasure in gardening and raising flowers. He's fascinated by the different species that aren't available in the Wasteland.
Books | Other worlds Yeqon can escape into while trapped on Mother.
Alcohol | Yeqon's learnt the wonders of alcohol, especially when you want to feel numb from pyshical or mental pain.
Father | An abusive b**tard that threatens and forces Yeqon's loyalty and obedience by keeping his Mother hostage.
Cold Weather | Growing and adapting to the harsh environment of the Wastelands, Yeqon hates cold temperatures.
Unnessacry Chatter | Due to his stutter Yeqon avoids speaking as much as possible. He feels drained when forced to engage in situations that require long periods of verbal communication.
Meat | The smell is unpleasant and the taste isn't the best in his opinion. Will eat it if he has too, as wasting food is shameful.
Physical Strength | Has extraordinary strength thanks to his mixed blood and constant training.
Poker Face | Not done purposely, Yeqon is talented in keeping his thoughts unknown thanks to his lack of expressions.
Observant | He isn't a good speaker, but he watches very carefully. Few things can escape his gaze.
Appearance | Though Yeqon doesn't agree, he is quite attractive which causes people to treat him well.
Stutters | He doesn't speak often because he has a bad stutter. It gets worse when he's overwhelmed, leading him to stay silent.
Mother | His Father has her hidden away. She is the only reason he hasn't escaped from the Mother ship and his Father's abuse.
Politeness | Due to his polite way of addressing people, his feelings or intentions are often misunderstood.

{ Weapon}

A gift from his father when he turned 15, Yeqon possesses twin plasma energy bullwhips designed by the mechanics on the Mother ship. The hilts are constructed of gilded metal — which he leaves attached to his side when not in use. While the whips themselves consist of pure dark-colored plasma emitted from the hilt and suspended in a flexible force containment field, allowing dozens of small emitters to create a thin and flexible blade that can reach several meters in length.

The field contains the plasma's immense heat, protecting Yeqon, and allows the whips to keep or manipulate their shape/length. Though the whips themselves are weightless, the hilts are heavy, requiring a great deal of strength and dexterity to wield. They can electrify and/or burn opponents and have retractable claw-like projections attached to them that can latch/tear into objects and flesh. The whips can cut and pierce like a blade or batter, lash, and tie up a person like any other whip. Their force is strong enough to blow away a tiny clearing and leave a medium-sized crater on the ground.

Inspiration and various infomation taken from Lightwhip and Kravei Clan Soul Weapon.

{Place of Origin}
The Wastelands

{ Background}
Yeqon's Mother, Rabia, a dark-elf, raised Yeqon in a remote part of the Wasteland — hidden from the outside world in fear of Yeqon's Father finding them. Though very poor, they were content. Yeqon was showered with love by Rabia and grew up unaware of humans, other lands, and the outside world's events. This fake paradise continued until Yeqon turned 10 and contracted the Ori disease. It was sudden, and the pain was too much for the small boy's body to endure. Fearing for Yeqon's life, Rabia requested the help of Yeqon's Father — Haniel Cryo, a high-ranking human governor on the Mother Ship who attacked her years ago. Receiving her message, he hurried to obtain Yeqon, desiring the boy for himself — as he no longer possessed the capabilities to produce children and coveted an heir to his power. Though displeased with Yeqon's appearance, he agreed to heal and raise him if Rabia consented to be locked away. From then on, Yeqon endured severe abuse and training from Haniel, justified by the man as a necessary tool to turn Yeqon into the perfect heir to his power. Years under the mental and physical mistreatment and using Rabia as a device to keep Yeqon obedient, Yeqon grew into an expressionless machine, receiving constant praise from his Father's peers for being so perfect. Recently his Father commanded Yeqon to be an Overseer for the games to boost his own popularity. Promising Yeqon the chance to see his Mother if he makes the game more entertaining than in previous years. Agreeing to the terms, Yeqon took the role.

- Rabia. A Dark Elf.
- Haniel Cryo. Human
- Enoch. A dark-elf servant Yeqon saved when he was younger. The only person who knows Yeqon's secret. At first, was hostile towards Yeqon until he learned about his true nature, then slowly warmed up to him.

{Other Info}

- Yeqon has and can kill mutants. He doesn't enjoy it, and he views the act, similar to killing a human. They all can die; the only difference is the public's opinion.

- He was affected with the Ori disease until the 2nd stage. The operation to heal Yeqon didn't require much surgery since it was still in the beginning stages. When he was cured, the surgery's aftereffects left him with green scar-like veins on his hands.


So begins...

Yeqon's Story


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"Ms. Mars?" A head peeked into the room, still dark. The only light came from the stars, a sillhouette laying draped across the cushy bed. "Ms. Mars!" This time a bit louder, Kore rolled over, peeking open one eye. "It's me, Mimi." She whispered across the room, "Oh, is it time already?" Kore asked, sitting upright. She yawned, "Lights," slowly the lights flickered on, the neon sign with her name sending a pink glow across the room as the overheads turned on. "Yes, it's time to get ready," Kore's white silk robe slipped down one shoulder. She rose, stretching, as Mimi brought over a cup. "Lemon spritz," she smiled, Kore taking it appreciatively. "Thank you Mimi," Kore smiled, making her way out of the bedroom and to the living area, where a man and woman waited, a large vanity having been set up.

"Good afternoon sleepy head. Were you up late last night?" Jensen, her stylist, asked. "I stayed up late last night with Ender and Sei," Kore admitted, sitting in the chair. "We were just putting on the finishing details to the opening ceremony," she finished her drink. "Can you give us any hints?" Patrice asked, pulling Kore's hair back. "Nope," Kore winked, her holo pod going off. "It's your parents," Mimi said nervously. Kore frowned, "Tell them I'm busy." Mimi nodded, shuffling off to answer it. Kore had no time for her parents, not now. Besides, the only time they ever called her was to ask for money. "Hair up or down today?" Patrice asked, applying glitter to her eyes. "Hmm, I was thinking a half-up, half-down style."

Patrice smiled, "I think that would go perfectly, don't you agree Jensen?" Jensen pulled out the outfit from the garment bag, Kore's eyes glittering. "It's perfect!" She squealed, admiring the plum and gold fabric. "You're going to shine brighter than Venus!" Jensen laughed, putting the garment aside for now. They had an hour to get ready, an hour that went by in the blink of an eye. Kore stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of her outfit. "Jensen, you never fail to impress." Kore giggled as he took her hands. "Now, go shine. Patrice and I are so proud, when we first started working with you, we never thought you would get this far." Patrice shook her head, "You're not supposed to tell her that!" Kore giggled, walking out the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Kore stepped into the hall, where two Officers were waiting for her. "Ms. Mars?" One asked, "That's me, good morning," Kore smiled. "Right this way," Kore was escorted out of the residential area and to one of the moving sidewalks. "Ms. Mars!" Someone from above stood with a Foto Pod, "up here, Ms. Mars! Can we get a photo!" Kore looked up and flashed a quick smile before stepping off of the walkway. They were almost to the Center Hall, where the Blue Carpet was set up. Kore looked around quickly for her partner in crime and fellow commentator. It was only appropriate if they walked the carpet together, after all. "Hello Yeqon," Kore greeted.

"It seems the stars have all aligned perfectly," she smiled, pouring on the charm. Somewhere behind her, she could hear Mimi practically faint. "Shall we take this walk together?" Kore asked, offering an elbow. After all, walking the blue carpet could be a bit intimidating, with all of the Fotors. "Ms. Mars! Ms. Mars! Who are you two wearing!" Kore turned, she and Yeqon had coordinated for the ocassion. "We're wearing Jensen and Patrice," Kore winked, pausing for a photo. They were close to the stage now, where the drawing would take place. "You look marvelous today, as always, Yeqon." Kore smiled.

"Ms. Mars, can you give us any hints as to what the first Game will be?" Kore shook her head in response, mimmicking a zipper pulling her mouth closed. They reached the stage, where the other Overseers were waiting. "Well Team, this is it." They had been preparing for this day for a while now, it was thrilling to finally be standing on the stage, in the Center Hell, in the belly of Father. It was up to Kore and Yeqon to take to the Podium now. They had practiced this about a dozen times, Kore didn't even feel flutters in her stomach.

"Welcome, citizens, to the 100th Annual Game of Pursuit!" Cheers erupted throughout the hall, this was an important moment, after all. "As always, the lottery for entering is chosen by our-" she paused for Yeqon to fill in. An algorithim that was updated every year, the Overseers had no hand in who would get to enter the game, as much as it killed Kore to have to leave this to chance. "Without further ado, let's begin! Starting with the Tundra!" They would pull the ID Numbers up, a photo showing on the screen behind them.

The picking took place over an hour, with commentary by each Overseer. Some told jokes when a new face was pulled up, while others commented on their appearance. It almost seemed like an auction, trying to sell contestants to sponsors. "And with that final number, all contestants have officially been chosen!" Kore turned to the cam in the front, "Congratulations to all of our contestants! If you have been chosen, please head to your closest shuttle station with proper ID. Don't bring anything but your support item. We can't wait to see you here!"

The cams turned off, Kore was still smiling, they were still on stage after all. "How was that?" She asked Yeqon as Mimi rushed forward with water for them both. "I think we did pretty great."


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The room was dark, the only light coming from the Holovision screens in a far corner and a single Holotab. A silhouette barely stood out in the room, their dark skin and blank facial features illuminated by the blue light of the Holotab.

The sounds of clicking played in Yeqon's ear as his finger swiped along the hologram projecting from the Holotab. Since late into the night, he's been continuously examining his schedule. Only a few moments of exhaustion hit him until he'd wake up due to bodily pain. Therefore, Yeqon gave up on the idea of rest and seated himself on his couch for the whole night.

Leaning against the pillows, he's been silently scrolling through reports, hoping the monotonous act would invoke sleep. It didn't. Now, the time to get ready had come, and Yeqon could only accept his fate of fatigue. Not like it showed on his face. The perks of having little facial expressions. No one knew what you were thinking or feeling.

He sighed, placing the Holotab on the coffee table next to the vase of faintly glowing flowers and picture frames. He laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. Taking in the silence around him. He raised his hands and started rubbing his temples, easing the tension building in his head. While basking in the quiet, a knock echoed, announcing the arrival of Yeqon's busy day.

"Mr. Cryo." Yeqon didn't answer. He kept his position, ignoring the call. A few minutes passed, and another knock came, "Master, it's me."

"...Come in, Mr. Kilos..only you." At his words, a purple-skinned mutant with pointy ears, sharp eyes, and grey hair opened the sliding doors. Light leaked into the room, causing Yeqon to sigh.

Before entering the room, the mutant stopped and turned to the individual behind him, "Mr. Cryo, requests only me. Tell Governor Cryo we will be on our way shortly." He gave an order to the aquatic type mutant glancing at him with concern. Their worries fell on deaf ears as Eon closed the door without waiting for an answer.

Eon stood in the darkroom, staring silently at Yeqon's laying silhouette,"...Does Governor Cryo need me?" Yeqon asked. Governor Cryo, his Father, though he never refers to him as such. Yeqon remembers the first time his Father beat him for referring to him improperly. It left faints scars, which rarely happened, thus leaving a deep impression on Yeqon's mind. After that day, the word Father has never escaped Yeqon's lips.

"No, but he doesn't want you to be late...he said it's a disgraceful act." Yeqon opened his eyes. He turned his head in the direction of Eon's voice, his green eyes focused on the tunnel of darkness in front of him.

"...I understand...Please, bring me the blue to the far left...Holotub." Yeqon's words came out slowly.

Eon walked toward the blue screen's direction, his eyes quickly adjusting to the lack of light in the room. His Master's room always looked like a picture out of a dream. Its color theme is dark blue, white, and gold. Blue carpets, tables, and sheets decorated with a few white chairs and two couches, along with golden accents; the most striking was golden cranes printed on the carpeting. Coupled with the latest technology, a large shelf filled with books and another more enormous shelf covered in alcohol bottles. It truly is a picture-perfect environment, but most of the area appeared untouched, except for the couch and two shelves of books and alcohol. Eon knew his Master never used his bed since he rarely slept well.

Eon clutched the bottle of pills. He paused. Jiggling the bottle a little, he realized how little pills were inside. These were ordered recently — five days ago — the bottle holding around 100 pills. There felt to be less than half now.

Eon sighed, "Master..." he didn't finish his sentence. It wasn't his place to voice complaints about Yeqon's choices, and he knew how much pain his Master felt. Therefore he didn't have the heart to speak against taking any more pills.

Swiftly preparing a cup of water, Eon silently placed the items on the coffee table in front of Yeqon, "Has your schedule been updated, Master?" Yeqon nodded, still remaining in his position.

Eon reached for the holotab on the table and started scrolling through the list of times. He needed to prepare himself to serve Yeqon for the day. Hesitating, a frown appeared on his face. He glared at a title listed on his Master's device, Game of Pursuit—a horrid pastime created to entertain human's twisted pleasure for betting and mutant death.

Yeqon noticed Eon's unusual silence and opened his eyes. He gazed at him, then turned his attention to the glass of water and medicine in front of him, "...Can I have alcohol?" Water wasn't enough to numb the pain, and the pills only did so much.

"No, it's not safe." If it was any other human, Eon's head would be flying for denying them, "Water is enough."

Yeqon reached for the bottle, pulling out three pills. Sitting up, he sighed before popping the medicine in his mouth and downing them with a few gulps of water.

He sat in silence for a while, letting the pill's effects spread through his body. Yeqon felt a slight numbness cover him. Not perfect, but he felt grateful for the smallest of relief.

After a few moments of stillness, he glanced up at the dark elf. Eon paused his scrolling, feeling Yeqon's eyes on him, "...You don't have to attend the opening."

The dark elf blinked at his Master. He knew Yeqon never enjoyed dragging Eon around like a slave, but he did it to keep the dark elf safe from questioning eyes. But this was the first time Yeqon has ever told, or asked, Eon not to come with him.

Yeqon knew Eon's feelings about the games. How couldn't he? At least those in higher positions, every mutant on the ships, knew the game was nothing more than a slaughterhouse for mutants and a circus show for humans. He didn't need an attendant to follow him into the chaos. Or, more specifically, he didn't want Eon to sit there in silence watching the events unfold.

Eon didn't look up from the Holotub, "...May I speak inappropriately?" He asked for permission to speak his mind, an action no mutant could do in front of a human.

"...Proceed..." Yeqon waved his hand, beckoning Eon to speak.

"Why are you doing this? You've never listened to requests from Governor Cryo to participate in the games before, even if it resulted in beatings. are something you have avoided for years. Why now? What changed...Yeqon?"

Despite being a human, or more accurately half-human, Yeqon was a rare individual. Unlike most humans, he gave respect toward everyone, even mutants. He avoided humans' usual pleasures and their pastime of tormenting mutants, though Yeqon has had moments he needed to kill on orders. But other than those situations, Eon knew Yeqon would never engage in events like these, so there had to be a reason. A reason for this sudden change.

Yeqon didn't answer, his eyes staring into the darkness. How could he tell the truth? Though the reason is essential to Yeqon, in comparison to watching and enforcing the deaths of others' lives, even mutants, his own reasons for engaging in such acts were nothing short of selfish. Nevertheless, the reward was more significant than the shame he felt.

"...I apologize, Eon." Yeqon's voice was monotone, while his words were sincere. He truly felt sorry, but he wasn't going to stop, "I...need to get dressed...the outfit?"

Eon sighed silently at Yeqon's avoidance. He walked over to the closet and rummaged through his clothes. A small gasp slipped from his lips as he blankly staring at the plum and gold fabric, "...How...unique?" Eon didn't want to insult the design, but it shocked him to see a color different from Yeqon's usual dark tones.

Yeqon broke and let out a small chuckle. He agreed the outfit wasn't to his usual tastes, but he was the Vice Overseer, and the appeal of matching outfits between him and Kore, the Head Overseer, was enormous. So he had no choice but to comply. At least they made it into a suit. He insisted on the outfit's design to be as simple as possible, a challenging feat for Kore and the designers' grandiose desires. Finally, a compromise was made, bold but straightforward — a plum suit with golden swirls. Yeqon didn't dislike the current outfit, in all honesty. It still had an elegant feel despite its bold colors. But the thought of wearing anything other than his usual dark colors was unappealing. He felt like a walking hologram sign, with the words LOOK AT ME, written all over him. He could feel the eyes of competitors and humans on him already.

"...Will you be participating?" He asked Eon once again if he planned to come.

Eon blinked, "Not anymore after seeing this outfit." The dark elf glanced over at his Master. He smiled after seeing Yeqon's slightly trembling shoulders and hearing his soft chuckles. Yeqon needed to laugh now because later, Eon could already see the days ahead where his Master will be drowning himself with bottle after bottle of pills and alcohol. This was going to be a long game.


Stepping into the hallway, two Officers stood in attention, waiting for Yeqon's arrival. They flinched at the dark man's sharp gaze and took a few gulps, "W-we...", the tallest officer cleared his throat, "Excuse me, we are here to escort you, Mr. Cryo." Yeqon said nothing and walked ahead. He knew the way; hence, the guards were unnecessary in his eyes. But they still followed him, flustered by his strict silence and closed-off demeanor. He could hear their whispers while on the moving sidewalks.

"He doesn't look like Governor Cryo, but you can't deny that he's his son. They both have such a suffocating presence."

" I agree. I couldn't breathe when he stared at me. I thought my head would fall if I even blinked at him wrong."

"So frightening."

Yeqon remained silent while the sidewalk moved out of the residential area. He sighed as he saw the approaching flashing lights,

"Mr. Cryo! Mr. Cryo! Can we get a picture?!" Yeqon never understood the use of asking when you were going to do it anyway. He didn't even give attention to the flashing Foto pods blinding his vision. He looked straight ahead, ignoring the calls for him to smile or turn towards the lens.

Yeqon stepped off the walkway, onto the Blue Carpet. Seeing the flood of Fotors, Yeqon immediately wanted to turn around and return to his darkroom for a drink. Even talking to his Father would be more comfortable than dealing with this crowd. He stood in silence until a cheery voice called for him.

He lifted his head to see a woman in an outfit similar to his own, waving in his direction. He strode over to her, "...Good Morning, Ms. Kore." Yeqon never addressed individuals by their first names, though after much debate and constant pleading, Kore convinced Yeqon to call her Ms. Kore instead of Ms. Mars.

Yeqon locked his arm around hers, though the idea of being so close to someone didn't appeal to Yeqon, he'd play his part, "...Yes...we on our way." His job was to assist and silently protect Kore throughout the games. While also offering commentary here and there, Kore taking care of the rest.

Yeqon slowed his steps to match Kore's, ignoring the rambling of the Fotors. He left commenting to Kore, merely following her lead. This was Kore's playground; he had learned that she knew how to handle a crowd despite her wild energy. A strength that Yeqon did not possess. People either stared at him because of his appearance or avoided him because of his intimidating demeanor. Therefore, he wasn't the right choice to engage in small talk. Even the Fotors knew to simply address Kore, and if they wanted Yeqon to talk, they would ask Kore to start the conversation since he would answer to her.

Staring straight ahead, he made short pauses for Kore so she could address the questions she wanted. If he noticed a rather annoying or inappropriate inquiry directed at Kore, he'd gently pull her along before she could answer. A few nasty stares would shoot his way, but all he had to do was turn his gaze toward them, and they would look away. This continued until they finally reached the stage.

Yeqon unlocked his arm around Kore and stood behind her, allowing her to be the one in front. He offered glances of acknowledgment to his teammates before following Kore to the podium.

Music blared, signaling the start of the games, the hall echoing in the citizens' cheers. Yeqon already wanted to leave when he saw the massive wave of people staring at them with hungry eyes, the anticipation displayed fully on their faces. Turning his attention away from the sea of humans, he focused on Kore, as it was time for Kore and Yeqon to announce the competitors. He didn't speak, as it was discussed during practice that Kore would be the primary spokesperson and would signal Yeqon when he needed to talk.

Kore paused, waiting for Yeon's response, "...Advanced algorithm..." A mixture of gasps and cheers filled the halls at Kore's and Yeqon's comment.

The picking finished after an hour. After the last contestant was pulled, Yeqon felt a sense of relief. Finally, he could remove himself from the people's gazes, if only for a while.

Kore said her final congratulations before the cameras turned off. Yeqon relaxed slightly and turned to Kore, "...It was splendid, Ms. Kore." he responded in a toneless voice, "...You and the team...were naturals."


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Kore smiled at Yeqon's compliment, knowing that it wasn't sincere. He hated being up here, among the crowd, with eyes watching his every move, eating up his every word. In a stark contrast, this was Kore's playground. The dazzling world of showmanship was something she had spent many years preparing for. "Your performance was perfect, as always." She stood on her tip toes to brush a speck of lint off of Yeqon's shoulder.

"If it becomes too much, let me know." Her voice was soft, for his ears only. Kore wasn't dumb, she could tell that he was uncomfortable. "Ms. Mars! Any competitor stick out in particular?" A Fotor directed their hover mic towards her. "I don't want to influence the decisions of the public," Kore smiled apologetically, glancing at the clock that displayed the time in the center of the square. "I'm afraid, we must excuse ourselves. The team has to go back to begin making preparations."

She motioned for the others to follow, flashing the occasional smile as they walked back down the blue carpet and towards a private corridor that would take them to the lounge. The Overseeing room was two areas; one directly for Overseeing the Games, the other, a lounge to speak strategically. There were large windows that overlooked the cordoned off area for the competitors, as well as screens displaying various rooms like the bedrooms and gym. In previous years, there had been issues with competitors offing themselves before the Game even started, Kore wanted to keep such damage to a minimum. On the table were several decanters full of various drinks.

Damion immediately began to help himself, spreading out on a chaise lounge chair. "Damion," Kore's smile did not quite meet her eyes. "We're on the job," she reminded him, taking a seat in one of the chairs. On the table were small cakes and sandwiches for them to devour while they spoke. Damion waved a hand, "The competitors won't be here for a while still, I can sober up by then." Sei rolled her eyes, taking a seat on the couch. She brought out her holo tab. "So, anyone eyeing any competitors yet?" Sei swiped, up on the holo tab and the pod on the table illuminated. Kore had barely been paying attention during the picking, she had been too focused on smiling and making idle chit chat.

Now, however, they were alone. Ender loosened his tie, grabbing a tiny sandwich and taking a seat on the couch. "Ooh, that one is kinda hot." Sei admitted, swiping up to bring up a male competitor with blonde hair. "Hmm, interesting. Barely looks like a mutant," Kore commented.

"We have a situation," Darcy squeaked, looking down at her holo tab. Kore's head perked upwards, already? "What is it?" Darcy swiped forward, the image transfering, the competitors giving way to security footage from one of the shuttles, where a competitor was already beating another one.

"Leak it," Kore said quickly, eager. "What?!" Darcy gasped, "but this-"

"Is the perfect way to start grabbing sponsorships. The tensions are high, the stakes drive people mad. We can play with this easily." Kore's fingers drummed against her thigh, she glanced at Yeqon, wondering if he was even paying attention. Darcy swallowed hard, transferring the video file to the 'leak,' line, for private betting rings and commentators to pick up a story. "Besides, if we don't feed the Jonos something, they become rabid, like dogs." Kore rose to fix herself a drink, settling on seltzer with lemon and mint.

Sei switched the feeds, showing the list of competitors again. "Ooh, this one is kinda cute," a fish girl, Kore cringed. "In an, I want to put her in an aquarium in my house kind of way." Sei giggled, Damion laughing. "What about this one? Kinda hot," Damion grinned, bringing up a red head with piercing eyes. Kore shivered, something about that one didn't sit well with her.

"The first contestants have begun to arrive!" A voice excitedly announced, one of the manager's, Ashera. "Is Orientation set up?" Ender groaned, swiping a hand across his face. Kore rolled her eyes, "You guys aren't even going, it's just Yeqon and I." The other Overseers would be watching from the room. "Ooh, he's kinda hot!" Darcy squealed as the first competitor emerged from the shuttle.

He was tall and adorned with a large, fluffy tail and ears. Kore frowned, taking a sip of her drink. What is it with them and fluffy tails? She wondered, rising from her seat. Kore clapped her hands together, attempting to garner their attention. "A toast," Kore raised her glass, "We've been working hard for months and the day has finally come. To the 100th Game of Pursuit!"

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The terminal was filled with mutants of all shapes and sizes. Having received his invitation, Edward made it over the counter. The tall blonde, showed his ID to the nervous clerk at the desk. He loomed over the shorter human, who tried his best to not make eye contact. Verifying that Edward was selected for the Game, the clerk wearily responded,

"C-congratulations on being chosen for the 100th Game of Pursuit!" He tried is best to be professional and smile, but it was obvious that the worker was trying to hide his nervousness.

Edward stared down at the man with a cold, deadly stare. Such a disgusting creature, faking his way through life, congratulating creatures on a battle to the death for its own entertainment. One hundred competitions and no winners, everyone who participated in the Game of Pursuit were practically going to die; they were so far gone without hope that they wanted to take even the slightest chance of getting lucky even if the other ninety-ninth time, there were no winners. Only killers and those who were desperate would join, a perfect battleground for Edward to protect the hopeless, while killing off the murderers. Then these forsaken creatures, known as humans, will be purged too, but not now. He had to bide his time.

"Why, thank you." Edward replied, giving the man behind the desk a warm smile while taking back his ID.

The clerk paused to look at the elf's face. It was calm and kind as far as he could tell, and kind of pretty... The man shook his head trying his best to be professional.

"O-of course! N-no problem at all!" He said, regaining his confidence. No matter how pretty they looked, they were mutants after all. Boy they were sure gullible. Clearing his throat, the clerk said "For the safety of others on the ride and people on Father, please give us your support item. We will scan it and send it to you once you arrive at the battlefield...." The clerk looked nervously once again at Edward. Last time he gave this speech to a competitor, he almost got physically abused. If it weren't for the guards, the clerk would have been in the hospital bed on paid leave.

"I see." Edward said considerately, "Please take care of my sword." He said handing his white-blue sword to the man with one hand. The clerk received the sword with two hands, but the weigh caught him off guard, dragging him and the sword to the ground.

"Oh no, are you alright?" Edward rushed over to try and help the clerk up, but before he could get behind the desk, three guards in full suit and helmets surrounded him, with their guns pointing at him. The clerk quickly got up waving to the guards.

"I-I'm fine. The mutie did nothing wrong. I just fell by myself." He said.

"Roger that. Let's move."

"Sorry about that, um, Mr. Killedge. We'll ship this sword to the Father as soon as possible! Your shuttle will come in about ten minutes."

Edward gave a quick frown at the word "Mutie". How dare they compare me to such creatures?

Back to his facade, Edward smiled "No problem. Thanks for the ticket."

Turning around, the young Elf couldn't help but tremble. He would have all of their heads on a plate. Waiting for the shuttle, Edward couldn't help but look at the large Holo Pod that these earthly creatures used for entertainment. He saw an interview about the Game of Pursuit. A red and blue haired girl was doing the interview. She was going on about how this year's game was going to be amazing and different from the others. More empty words.

Humans seemed to love speaking without really meaning anything. She did seem to have a good looking face. It was a shame. When pressed for more information, a tall slender man pulled her aside. He was on camera for a good second before the footage was cut, but Edward was certain that the dark skin tone was from one "creature" on earth. "Creatures" were really a generous term to call them. The sacred, becoming tainted with darkness; they were more like dirt, fallen trash that needed to be burned. Edward let out a smile. The Game just became even more of an opportunity for him.

Over the PA a feminine, robotic voice spoke "The shuttle for, the Father is now boarding on, station 3. The shuttle for, the father, is now boarding on, station 3."

That was the elf's Que to board the shuttle. Brushing off the dirt on his shoes and clothes, Edward got up from his seat with a burning intent glimmering in his eyes. Everything will pay off. The earth shall be made clean once again.

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...How should I proceed with this current situation? Ms. Marz...Ms. Kore is entering my space. It also seems she intends to touch me for some reason. How unpleasant.

The world around him slowed. Yeqon's body went into a protective mode developed from years of unexpected...situations requiring abnormally quick thinking to survive. Yet, those situations were from more...intimidating individuals.

Instinct. Living beings — Human, Mutant, Drex — own the necessary skills to maintain their comfortability and survival. Like a drone on autopilot, an individual's body and mind will calculate a plan before alerting the user. Yeqon is no exception. However, in front of Yeqon is a child clearly weaker than him. That's why he didn't understand the sudden sense of urgency.

Choosing to believe Kore had no intentions to harm, he watched her slowly approaching figure. Her thin arm reached toward his shoulder, an action the startled man did not welcome in the slightest. Yet, as usual, his facial expression showed none of his internal struggles. He simply retreated to his mind to perform a long boring soliloquy in hopes that his running thoughts would stall his body's instincts, so Kore could finish whatever she needed to do before he...made a mistake.

Typically, for Yeqon, his response to an individual's advances in his personal space is to step back, avoid them, and create enough distance for the intruder to understand he wishes for them to remove themselves from his general vicinity. Or, which he will never do to Kore, is to subdue them. This decision often ends in no more than minor wounds, as Yeqon's intentions are never to harm. Still, in certain situations, where Yeqon's mind and body are on high alert, he overuses his strength, which he usually hides, and the end result isn't pleasant. Therefore, to avoid a gruesome display of unprofessionalism, Yeqon chooses to remove himself from the perpetrator's reach tactfully.

His first option is possible, although there are issues with his approach. One, avoiding Kore in front of the Fotors, even for Yeqon, is absurd. Undoubtedly, there will be unnecessary gossip about the Head and Vice Overseer relationship if he created distance.

He knew, despite the Games being primarily for the amusement of watching mutants annihilate one another, the Managers and Overseers aren't excused from the citizens' drama fueled imaginations. The headlines publicizing wild accusations and false narratives on anyone involved in the Games, and no one would care if it's the truth. Entertainment doesn't need truth; amusement for humans begins from lies.

The second and equally important problem, Kore isn't dense. There are several people Yeqon believes own only one or two brain cells. Unexpectedly Kore is not one of them.

Therefore, the logical inference is either, one, Kore is drunk on the excitement of finally starting the Games. Yeqon didn't dismiss this option; once he noticed her sparkling eyes and small drops of sweat falling from her neck. Or, she had something important to tell him that needed only his attention. He chose to believe the latter option while holding on to the idea it might be both.

Calming his body, the man focused his gaze away from Kore's figure and distracted himself with the hunger filled eyes of the Fotor's staring at them. He knew the Fotors wanted to hear the two's conversation. Unfortunately, they were facing Yeqon, a man notorious for showing and giving no indication of his own thoughts, desires, or actions. The worst enemy of the entertainment world. Many say his only appeal is his appearance and the fact his Father is Governer Cryo, with which he never disagrees.

Glancing back over at Kore's face, he wanted to sigh when he saw the girl's sweet but knowing smile. A part of him genuinely felt she was doing this for the Fotors. However, he didn't want to assume, so he kept his thought to himself.

"If it becomes too much, let me know." The world returned to its average speed and for a slight moment. So short, not even the Fotors could catch it with their sharp gazes. Yeqon's eyes softened, "...".

Was this a situation that called for a thank you or an apology? Yeqon didn't know. He felt the need to thank her for her understanding but apologize because he almost conducted himself unprofessionally. He tilted his head slightly; a part of him wished Eon was present. The dark elf was wise in the ways of social interactions and would have provided the answer to Yeqon's dilemma.

"Ms. Mars!..." Breaking away from his inner dialogue, Yeqon swiped his gaze toward a Fotor who called out to Kore. The Fotor flinched, feeling the tall man's eyes on them, but continued with their job.

Yeqon watched in silence as Kore apologized for being unable to answer and asked to excuse herself. Naturally, Yeqon was included in the excusal request.

On cue, Yeqon positioned himself between Kore and the Fotor, who was disappointed with her answer. Not wishing to waste their opportunity, they readied themselves to ask Yeqon the same question. Turning to him, the Fotor froze. A solid gulp echoed in the air as the dark man sent a silencing glance at the small annoyance. The Fotor flinched, lowering their hover mic to their side. A few seconds of awkwardness passed before the Fotor stepped back, allowing Yeqon and Kore to leave.

Satisfied, he positioned himself a step behind Kore, paying no attention to the flashing lights and array of questions. If Kore didn't intend to stop and answer anyone else, that meant Yeqon didn't need to entertain the thought either. He felt relief as the distance between the chaos and him grew further.

Stepping into the lounge area for Overseers, Yeqon's eyes went straight to the screens. He watched the monitors for a few moments, checking over each image. He wasn't looking for anything in particular; he simply had the habit of observing situations to avoid surprises. Once he confirmed nothing unexpected was happening, he turned away from the group and walked toward the decanters. His eyes immediately spotted the alcohol.

Leaning his head against his palm, he stared intensely at the bottles. Another dilemma, though small, gnawed at Yeqon. A single sigh escaped his lips, he wanted to feel numb, or number than the pills could provide. And the effects of the alcohol combined with the drugs in his body would certainly help with his pain. Still, even he knew the consequences of doing something so unsafe. He already felt Eon's burning gaze on him and heard the dark elf's low voice telling him to stay away from the poison until the drugs ran their course.

...Yeqon...You are foolish.

He didn't deny he had a problem, a problem he never planned to fix. There are worst things a Human, or half-human, could do than being an alcoholic in his eyes. However, Yeqon, in all aspects of his life, was and is a professional, and it felt extremely inappropriate to drink on the job. If he was in his room, he wouldn't care, but he needed to maintain a certain level of awareness in public.

His ears perked when Damion dismissed Kore's claim on professionalism. If anything, he didn't feel the need to be like Daimon. How frustrating, every day his problems became even more ridiculous. He felt disgusted at his privilege.

Striding away from the temptation. Yeqon scanned the table for another option. He paused, his eyes brightening. He had spotted another attraction, one that caused no harmful effects to his body. Carefully studying over the row of fruits, he almost felt like smiling. Almost.

Reaching down, he grabbed the entire bowl of strawberries. He didn't feel the need to share them since it looked like the whole group was crowded around Kore, giving her updates on the games' competitors and other happenings. Seeing his input wasn't needed, he seated himself in a corner and began devouring the fruit. Well, devouring was a harsh word to describe Yeqon's eating style. Much like his appearance, his movements were elegant. There was no mess or smacking. He simply laid himself against his chair, eyes closed, with one leg crossed on top of the other, and ate in silence.

"Hmm, interesting. Barely looks like a mutant," Hearing Kore's comment, Yeqon peeked at the screen. He regretted it immediately and closed his eyes. An image of a blonde-haired mutant penetrated Yeqon's thoughts. A feeling of familiarity and danger showered over him, and he didn't know why. He didn't wish to know. He did understand that when he, inevitably, engages with the human-looking...mutant, he needed to make it brief and fast. No lingering. This seemed like a paranoid concern, but Yeqon's survival is due to his over-thinking tendencies. Why stop now.

Not wishing to think about an issue that hasn't happened yet, he went back to eating his strawberries. Ignorance wasn't bliss; nevertheless, don't scream malfunction when nothing has happened.

Yeqon listened to his teammates' ramblings while relishing the fact they left him alone to bask in his own comfort. How peaceful.

"Leak it," Yeqon picked up on a surprising choice of words. Not enough to make him open his eyes, but enough to raise an eyebrow. Though, after hearing Kore's explanation, he felt her decision wasn't wrong. A drastic one, but proper.

A few moments passed, and a clap from Kore signaled that he needed to pay attention. Providing Kore with the attention she craved, the young leader raised her glass of seltzer with lemon and mint to start a toast, "We've been working hard for months, and the day has finally come. To the 100th Game of Pursuit!"

"...To the 100th...Game of Pursuit." Yeqon repeated Kore's words; his eyes held an unexplainable look. Focusing back on his strawberries, he continued his feast, choosing to keep his darker worries at bay.


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The foyer began to illuminate, lights flashed from all sides, holo pods illuminating as fog filled the center of the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, mutants both big and small, please make your way to the foyer and put your hands together for this year's Overseers, Kore Mars and Yeqon Cryo!" They rose from a podium in the center, Kore's smile so wide, her cheeks hurt. It wasn't exaggerated, Kore was truly eager for this moment, having been waiting for it for so long. Kore stepped off of the podium first. She and Yeqon had done three run throughs of the orientation speech, not that he would say much to begin with, but hopefully he remembered his part.

Kore looked out at the crowd, at the fifty hopefuls whose faces were a mix of bemusement, entertainment, and fear. She swished her cape over her shoulder, Kore's form illuminated by the lights, the gold in her outfit sparkling as she took her place in center-stage. "Welcome everyone!" A hover mic floated near her, capturing her voice so that the speaker hidden throughout the area could make sure that everyone would hear. "I am sure you're all very eager to get to tonight's party, but first, we have a brief orientation with some important rules!"

"We're your hosts, Kore and-" she glanced at Yeqon, hoping that he was paying attention. "Let's get right into it," Kore clapped her hands together, the holograms suddenly changing to display the rules. "We have a few rules for the mutant living corridors. Our first and most important rule, is that you must wear your tag at all times. Those tags are your key to the world card and without them, you won't be able to enter the rooms or unlock your door." Kore's smile eased a bit, the tags were akin to wrist chips, only less permanent, since injecting a mutant with a small microchip wasn't exactly efficient. Not to mention the distrust mutants already had towards the humans.

"Our second rule is, please do not attempt to leave the living space. This is an area just for you all and if you are found wandering the ship, unescorted, you will be subject to discharge from the games." This was an important rule, for the safety of the humans. Not that the door would open from the inside anyway. "Our third rule! No violence in the hallways! Sparring is allowed in the gym, but murder is only allowed in the Game!"

Did they understand at all? Were the rules registering in their pea sized brains? Kore hoped so. "Those are the three most important rules! The rest can be found in your handbooks in your rooms. As for other important information, everything we talk about tonight will be in your handbooks." Kore clapped her hands together, glancing at Yeqon again to see what he was up to.

"Now, the Games will take you through four different environments. Before each game, your manager will brief you. You have one week until the first Game begins, during which you'll each have several interviews for the audience to get to know you! You'll want to nail these interviews, since the more sponsors you have, the more mini prizes you'll earn during the Games! This can be anything from a bowl of soup, to a jacket!" The screens illuminated to show clips from past years, of sponsored items being delivered to contestants.

"Your biggest interview will take place the evening before the Game begins. As for the space around you, you are free to use it to prepare! Eat to your heart's content, train until your arms fall off, and relax! Remember, the only way to back out is between Games, so make sure you know what you're doing! Now that, that's over with, let the party begin!" Balloons and colorful streamers suddenly rained from the ceiling. Music played from the speakers and the door opened to allow potential sponsors and managers in.

"What do you think Yeqon?" Kore turned to him, her smile sparkling. "See any potential winners?"


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Cayde was about three beers in and fairly disappointed when the pit crew arrived with his new equipment.

All the technology in the world and they choose to forgo flavor. Nonetheless, he wasn’t one to refuse free things and the less he needed to unmask himself the better. His face was a well kept secret on the ship, seen only by Halo, Renee, the pit crew, and the creator of the Game of Pursuit. At first he balked at the idea of showing his true identity; however, he was at the mercy of his manager and they were adamant that they could see him in his entirety. Plus, they needed to make sure he wouldn't tamper with anyone else's equipment.

”It’s not that nobody trusts you. We just need to ensure that the game stays fair for everyone involved.”

”So you don’t trust me to play fair.”

”It’s not about me.”

Quickshot sighed, crushing his empty can before inspecting his armor. After making sure all of the adjustments had taken hold, he donned his mask and left the dressing room. There were no more scratches, dents, or scuffs; they buffed away all of his experiences over the past year. It felt simultaneously freeing and melancholic. All of that time spent wandering in the Wastelands was gone, but so were the days leading up to his separation from his family. He supposed this would be an opportunity to create new experiences, one of which would lead to winning the Game of Pursuit.

With his cape over his shoulders and the pit crew sworn to silence, he departed for the lounge where a fair number of competitors had made themselves comfortable. He wasn't keen on mingling with others, primarily because they were mostly younglings, pretty much all of whom wouldn't be older than his daughter (who he was careful to keep an eye out for).

Each of them appeared to have taken a different approach, some mimicking Prime, some taking a ballroom approach. Some opted for simplicity. It seemed that regardless of aesthetic preferences, their managers had the final say. Everyone was just a tool for their amusement.

Before he could find a place to settle however, lights flashed, fog filled the room, and a pair of humans emerged from the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, mutants both big and small, please make your way to the foyer and put your hands together for this year's Overseers, Kore Mars and Yeqon Cryo!"

Quickshot didn't know much about either of them, but it seemed like Kore (the shorter and perkier of the two) was leading the show. All of the information she mentioned was common sense so he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as she continued speaking (not that anyone could tell).

Frowning at the gaudy display, he swatted away a stray balloon. So far, Halo proved to be the closest thing to an ally on the ship and he had no issue with that. He didn't expect anyone to sponsor him nor did he intend on courting anyone. The citizens of the capital must have watched countless interviews and trying too hard to stand out would be his undoing. If he had nothing to say, it would be easier to say nothing at all.

He turned to meet the gaze of a red haired man with tattoos covering his chest. The feral look in his eyes reeked of aggression, a blind demand for a fight that would never come. Each passerby was treated to the same provocative glare, but nobody seemed to take the bait.

It was honestly kind of pathetic.

The cybernetic mutant turned away from the other competitor, deciding that the better option would be finding a less crowded space so that if anybody did swing by, they would come one at a time.

Seeing a large, unoccupied tree near the balcony, he walked over and took a seat on the grass. The faint scent of lavender was comforting even if it was artificial and...seemingly from nowhere. He glanced behind him, pausing at the sight of a blue-haired girl. She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old and her outfit didn’t seem to do her any favors. There was no good reason for her to be in this competition and yet, there couldn’t be any other reason why a mutant would be on Father.

You’re here too huh, he thought to himself with a sigh.

"Good luck to you." Cayde whispered, more to himself than to her.


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Yeqon ignored Kore's dramatic flare as he placed himself beside her. Blindly gazing into the crowd, he reminisced the lost moments he spent in peace while eating strawberries in the monitoring room.

Kore's shining eyes glued onto Yeqon, cueing him, "...Yeqon." He glanced at Kore to see a satisfied smile. He closed his eyes and returned his gaze toward the crowd of fifty mutants, memorizing their faces as Kore chattered away.

"What do you think, Yeqon? See any potential winners?" Refocusing his attention, Yeqon glanced down at Kore. He sighed, seeing how Kore wasn't even hiding her disappointment in Yeqon for not paying attention to her speech.

"...Apologizes." He scanned the crowd of mutants, going through the list of information he read about each contestant. He took his time, trying his best to find an appropriate answer for Kore.

"...I see around..." He listed the names in his head, "...20 potentials...19." He watched as a mutant he tagged as a potential winner stared dreamily at another female mutant. Emotions produce wavering judgment and can get you killed.

Blinking a few times, he stared into Kore's golden eyes. He didn't make any outward mistakes, but he felt Kore's slight disappointment. After stepping onto center stage and the lights illuminated on him, Yeqon blanked. He still had enough attention that if a situation broke out, he could respond appropriately, but what Kore wanted was for Yeqon to share his thoughts on her performance. A performance he paid zero attention to after saying his name.

His eyes narrowed; some would think he was glaring at Kore, "...Would a drink...make up for my mistake?" Yeqon's tone didn't change from its usual lifelessness. However, his words were sincere.

He didn't know how to fix the situation as the moment already passed. Therefore, the next step is to appease Kore by offering her some of his time. Eon always mentioned to him that ladies like attention, so maybe Kore would feel better if Yeqon gave her some of his attention. Hopefully.

Short screams echoed the steel halls of the mutant quarters. Two mutants were petrifying underneath the gaze of a tall, dark-skinned man.

"...Place them in their quarters." The two trembled a few feet away from Yeqon. Their bodies were decorated in whip marks, and small streams of blood flowed from each wound.

This whole situation started because of a petty fight. While focused on fighting, the mutants were interrupted by a weak-looking human. All they wanted to do was intimidate him. However, the ending result was horrifying. Their entire bodies stung with wounds. The guards grabbed the mutants by their necks and dragged them away.

Examining his body, Yeqon located blood splatter decorating his sleeve and shirt. If the two guards on duty with Yeqon hadn't watched the fight, they wouldn't have believed someone as weak-looking as Yeqon could subdue such beasts.

"...Y...Yes?" His throat was dry. Yeqon glanced at the two gawking guards, hoping neither realized the crack in his voice.

"N-No, Sir!" The two spoke in unison. They had witnessed a display of cruelty from Yeqon. There have been rumors about how merciless Yeqon was, but they have never confirmed them. Until now.

Yeqon sighed. He exited the room and journeyed down the hall. The guards rushed to keep up with him. Initially, Yeqon made the trip to the mutants' quarters because of a fight alert. Usually, things like this would be ignored. However, the mutants were causing too much of a disturbance.

While walking toward the Mutant gym, Yeqon listened to the whispers of the guards behind him.

"...He's so meticulous. Why must we monitor these lowly animals? Getting into a fight or two should be fine?"

"Yeah, but now we're stuck wandering around the freaks."

"This sucks. When will we be done?"

"Go home."

The two guards froze in horror, their eyes glued on Yeqon's face. His voice made them shiver, "Go home..."

The guards hesitated for a moment before jumping at Yeqon's voice, growing colder, "Now."

They scurried away. Yeqon gazed at their figures until they disappeared from his sight.

He needed to go home too, he thought of Eon asking about his day, and a small smile danced onto his lips.

Solidifying his goal, Yeqon went to check the gym before retiring for the night.

Entering the gymnasium, Yeqon heard some loud pants. He raised an eyebrow spying a blue-skinned girl. Looking more closely at her appearance, he noticed she was an aquatic-type mutant.

Deciding nothing needed to be done here, Yeqon turned around. Ready to go home, he suddenly heard a thud. Freezing, Yeqon glanced behind him to see a scene that made him curse internally. Today really wasn't his day.


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Kore sighed, it wasn't that she was disappointed per say, as she already knew not to expect much of a performance from Yeqon. He was easy on the eyes, yes, but Kore found that his personality fell flat beyond that. She thought that perhaps with some rousing conversation, he may soon open up to her, like most did, but even Kore's amicable personality was frozen in Yeqon's stone-cold presence. So, Kore had taken a different approach. He didn't trust her, Kore knew that. She also knew that his father was the one who had pushed him into the position, otherwise Yeqon would very likely be holed up at home right about now, but there were two things that Kore definitively knew about Yeqon.

He liked fruit and he enjoyed a good cup of anything with a burn.

So when Yeqon offered a drink in place of an apology for his mental absence, Kore could do nothing but sigh. She could not hold this against him, of course. Instead, she did what she did best. There was no need to get deflated, not when her sparkle had not been dulled. "Alright, I'll take you up on that." After all, Kore needed to keep up the performance. It was imperative to her character.

"Shall we?" Kore offered her elbow, the drink table wasn't far from their little stage. Yeqon had spotted 19 potential winners. How problematic. Still, Kore kept her pleasant smile pasted to her lips. She would be working late tonight, after all, she had a meeting with the managers once the party ended. Kore picked a drink at random, she could not afford to get drunk, so she merely swirled the drink around in her hand while remaining in Yeqon's presence, chatting politely with random humans that came to greet her.

Most of the mutants stayed away, which was not surprising. After all, Kore was the device of their doom and Yeqon, well... he was Yeqon.

Once the party began to lull, Kore clapped her hands together and handed her drink to an attendant. "Thank you to everyone tonight who made this party a large success, especially our stars of the show! This could not have been done without you! I will now ask all humans to please vacate the mutant housing, as our contestants need to be up bright and early tomorrow for training!" It was the fastest way to dismiss them.

Kore was the Puppetere here, her words should have been able to command the room. The humans should have been dancing to her strings and for the most part, they were.

Still, there were some who didn't respect her and some who were overstaying their welcome, mingling by the drink table as the mutant staff attempted to clean up. "Excuse me," Kore's smile remained polite, however it did not quite reach her eyes "I did announce that the party was over. So leave," her words were biting, her message clear. They scurried out, the last of them and with them, Kore sighed.

She could not deflate, not yet. "Yeqon, I'm going to head to the meeting now. You can feel free to retire early," since he wasn't much of a help in conversational situations anyhow.

When Kore entered the hallway before the meeting room, her assistant was waiting for her with a lemon spritz and a stern expression. "What is it?" Kore asked, her voice low. "There's been a... situation." Mimi fixed her glasses, looking away. "What kind of situation?" Mimi showed Kore the feed on her personal pod. It was the NET, there were already wild speculations going on about Kore and Yeqon's relationship.

Images played over and over before her eyes. Kore picking imaginary dust off of Yeqon's coat, offering her hand, the two of them drinking beside one another, Yeqon moving to protect Kore from Fotors. Her smile was crafty. "This isn't a situation Mimi," Kore grinned, shaking her head. "This is the side story in the main performance."

Kore entered her arena, the overseeing room, where the managers were waiting for her. They rose when they saw her, the chair at the head of the table empty. Kore sat, her posture rigid, her hands clasping together as they all sat. "Updates," all at once they began to spill, every meticulous, juicy detail.

Tragic backstory, blood thirsty tyrant, a nobody who wanted to rise to glory.

Kore was listening, Mimi was recording everything. It was like a waterfall of information that Kore needed to direct the flow of. "Alright, I'll begin strategy angles for how we're going to sell them." Kore leaned forward, the table reacting to her gesture, bringing up profiles. Kore jotted down notes for each one.

It was well over 1 AM by the time the meeting was adjourned. At last, Kore deflated. She removed her heels and rubbed her temples. "Would you like a soother?" Mimi offered a bottle of pills, Kore waved it away. "No, no, those things are hideous. I just need a moment alone," Mimi nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" She asked, hovering beside Kore. "Yes, tomorrow." Kore rose, there was blood in her heels, the soles of her feet raw from the stiletto point.

The celebrity rose slowly from her seat, circling the security feeds. Most of the mutants were in their beds. However, an unexpected sight made her take a step back; her elbow bumping into a chair. What was Yeqon doing there? Kore stepped closer to the camera, watching with wide eyes, slightly taken by the images before her. The whip in his hand dripped with blood, his gaze remained steady.

"What is this?" Kore's smile grew wider. "A private show, just for me?"


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Eon's eyes slowly adjusted to the dim room, brightened by a lamp and the holographic projection emerging from his master's Holo Tab. He shifted his gaze across the room. The curtains were down, so he was unable to tell the current time. Is it night or morning? He assumed it was somewhere in between since Yeqon returned so late.

A few moments pass as Eon dazed to the sound of Yeqon's fingers typing across the projected keyboard. While listening, he slowly stretched his scrunched body. The soft fabric of the fleece blanket gently covered on top of him slid across his skin, along with the equally soft but more firm material of the couch underneath him. Lifting his head, Eon turned to the figure seated across from him on one of two white armchairs. He sighed, knowing his master did not go to sleep after returning.

Eon held in his second sigh after seeing the items placed on the coffee table, excluding the flower vase and picture frame, there was a small cup filled with what Eon knew was alcohol, a half-empty bottle of Scotch Whiskey, and a bowl of freshly sliced oranges. His gaze moved toward his master's face. He analyzed the frown forming on Yeqon's lips. It appeared to increase in depth with each passing second. His eyebrows furrowed in pain or annoyance, likely both.

"...Good Morning..."Yeqon kept his gaze set on the holographic projection in front of him, but he could feel Eon's eyes examining him.

Eon opened his mouth, but no words came out. He wanted to ask questions, but he quickly chose to remain silent, opting to continue staring at his master's tired facial features that the Holo Tab's screen illuminated. He knew Yeqon returned very late last night, his clothes and hands caked with dry blood. The scene was a nightmare. It still made Eon flinch, thinking about how his master silently entered the room; the only explanation provided was that the blood did not belong to him. Which only brought more questions to Eon's mind. None of them received an answer since he fell asleep once his master went to take a shower.

Eon sat up, the blanket sliding onto his lap. He continued to stare at the frustrated Yeqon, "..."

"You may speak." Yeqon knew Eon had questions. He intentionally avoided answering them last night.

Eon exhaled a deep breath trapped inside, "...What happened?" He avoided being specific with his question. He feared that Yeqon would dodge it if he pinpointed a particular instance, so he chose the cowardly route and asked a vague question. He was prompting Yeqon to decide what information he wanted to share.

Yeqon lifted his gaze from the Holo Tab projection, his eyes locking on Eon's figure. He continued to stare for a while before getting up and walking over to the small kitchen area. Eon watched in confusion, was Yeqon ignoring him? The thought hurt a little.

His curiosity mixed with the fear of being ignored overwhelmed him, "Why-" His voice was louder than anticipated. Before he realized this fact or even finished his sentence, Yeqon placed a cup of water in front of him. Eon's confusion only worsened at the kind gesture. Yeqon was definitely hiding something.

Eon glanced up at Yeqon, who avoided his gaze. What happened? His imagination ran wild, thoughts of possible incidents flashed through his mind. His master is a walking magnet for trouble, so coming up with a single explanation was the equivalent of forcing Yeqon to stop drinking for a week. Both are impossible.

"...What did you do?" His tone shifted, becoming extremely disrespectful. If anyone other than Yeqon heard it, they would faint or beat Eon for being disobedient. Yeqon did neither.

Yeqon tapped his finger on the arm of his chair, silently looking out into the distance. He was thinking. Eon remained quiet, waiting for his master to organize his thoughts.

Yeqon frowned. There were so many problems; he didn't know where to start. He thought he solved them all, but every time he fixed one, another would pop up. Now, Yeqon was stuck with a situation he couldn't tell was good or bad. He believed it was both, but it was a blessing compared to what could have been.

He reminisced about the events of last night. After watching Jaden and his crew disappear, Yeqon decided to handle all the loose ends. He needed to converse with the Editors.

What transpired after that was chaos, in Yeqon's opinion. One, he scared the Editors. In hindsight, that was his intention, but the poor souls received a heart attack after observing the blood on his clothes and hands as he stood at the doorway, glaring at them. Yeqon didn't have the energy to clean himself before stepping into their workstation. However, he didn't care. He needed to make sure they kept that night's events quiet from the world.

The conversation lasted three minutes. Yeqon timed it. It took three minutes for him to promptly threaten each Editor about deleting the incident from the monitors.

However, everything has a cost, especially when it involves an Overseer like Yeqon. The Editors couldn't simply ignore the drama that concerned him. This fact pissed him off, but he knew it to be true. He can't even count the number of rumors spread about him. Usually, Yeqon denies them or doesn't entertain the story, so no one ends up believing it. This time the Editors wanted Yeqon's cooperation in exchange for deleting the night's footage.

The Editors lost a good chunk of their will to live after being stared down by an angry Yeqon. But they stood their ground. After a long battle of nerves, Yeqon relented, and they finally started to discuss the replacement rumor for the incident Yeqon wanted to hide.

"...Yeqon?" Eon's voice carried a hint of panic. He didn't know that his question was so difficult to answer, "I do not have to know." That was a lie. Eon wanted to know, but seeing how long it's taking Yeqon to speak, it seems the situation is more significant than Eon anticipated, "I am-"

"According to rumors, Ms. Kore and I are in a relationship."

Yeqon flinched at the sudden sound of glass shattering. He hurriedly gazed at Eon, who was blankly staring at him with broken glass scattered around his feet.

Yeon wanted to ask if he was alright, but Eon, who started picking up the pieces, talked before him "...Is...Is it true? Are you and Ms...Are you two dating?" His voice shook a little.

"No." He frowned at the idea. He did not hate Ms. Kore in any way. However, there were many reasons why Yeqon couldn't be in a relationship with her, one of them being she was too sly. Similar to Jaden, she knew how to push and pull Yeqon's buttons. He hated this fact but also respected it. He even suspected she had a hand or knew about this scandal, "This is a marketing ploy..."

Eon calmed down at Yeqon's words, "So you are not dating." he sighed.

"No...though...I will not deny the rumors."

Eon froze again. This time his heart was hurting, "Why?" He continued to pick up the glass pieces carefully. It was a way to distract his thoughts.

Yeqon wondered if he should stop Eon before he hurt himself. But he was careful, so Yeqon let him be, "I made a deal...if I don't deny the rumor...the Editors won't release the event...that happened last night."

"Is the event important enough for you to lie about being in a relationship?" Eon twisted his words on purpose. Yeqon clearly said he wasn't going to deny the rumors; he never said he agreed with them. But Eon felt it was the same.

Yeqon finally caught on to Eon's mood and frowned. He hesitated but chose not to address it for both of their sakes, "Yes...if not, I'll be on the dating one of the competitors."

Eon's eyes got big; Yeqon never joked around, "...Alright." He resumed his focus on picking up the small pieces of glass shards.

He wanted to ask more questions. Who was the competitor? Why were you together? How close were you for the Editors to want to start a rumor about you dating either one of them? Is the rumor about you and Ms. Kore not dating true, or...?

Yeqon sighed, realizing his lack of explanation was causing Eon more distress than intended. He started to recite the events of last night, "An aquatic type mutant...carelessly injured herself while exercising...I promptly handled the situation...That's all."

Eon listened carefully to every word. He felt Yeqon was keeping out certain pieces of the information, but he didn't say anything. He was relieved that he heard some explanation rather than nothing.

Eon was quiet for a while, "...May I come with you today?"

Yeqon glanced at the time, then back at Eon, who was now staring him in the eyes, "...N-...Why?"

"..." Eon remained silent.

Yeqon sighed, "...Do what you want." He watched the frown on Eon's face curl up into a smile. He laughed at the sight before reaching for the cup of whiskey in front of him.

"No more." Yeqon froze then glanced at Eon, who ignored his gaze. Now he was conflicted. Should he be happy that Eon feels bold enough to tell him no, or sad that he didn't get to finish his glass before it happened?

He chose the first option and backed his hand away from the glass. If Eon was in a better mood, he could handle not finishing his beverage. Besides, he needed to rest a little more anyway.

Laying back onto the chair, Yeqon rubbed his eyes, "Wake me up in an hour."

Eon nodded his head enthusiastically, "Yes, sir."

After hearing Eon's cheery reply, Yeqon drifted to sleep. His mind filled with all the things he needed to take care of when he opened his eyes in an hour.


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Yeqon made his way toward the overseers' room at a leisurely pace. He felt eyes silently trained on him. He knew why.

"...Is there something on me, Eon?", his monotone voice purposely reached the ears of the spectators, despite Eon being the only intended listener.

"No sir. In fact, if I may be so bold, you look quite dashing." Eon's blank expression didn't match his gracious compliment.

After receiving a call on his holo tab from Kore to meet, Yeqon noticed that Eon had become distracted. He could have guessed as to why but chose not to.

"...Is that so..." The area turned quiet. Yeqon stopped walking, his shoes making an audible clicking sound at his halt. His sharp eyes slowly surveyed the spectators, who turned to avoid his gaze.

"...Rumors travel fast..." Yeqon stood in place until the spectators could no longer bear the icy atmosphere and scurried away. He resumed his walk.

"Eon...I need a favor." Yeqon halted once more, stopping just in front of the door to the overseer's room, "Bring me...headache medicine...from the infirmary."

Eon glanced at Yeqon's blank expression and spotted his slightly furrowed eyebrows, "Yes, Master."


"I know where to go, Master. I memorized the area from the virtual map you showed me."

Yeqon nodded. He prepared Eon for today by providing him with the layout of the area. They could never be too careful.

"Alright...keep your collar visible." Yeqon didn't wait for a response before leaving Eon behind.

The mutant glanced at the extravagant collar strapped around his neck. He traced the Cryo seal etched on its leather fabric. The collar outshined the simple black suit and red tie he was wearing. He hated it but knew it was his only lifeline without Yeqon.

Eon sighed and went off to complete his task.

Will I see her?

Eon's eyes slyly traced every mutant he passed on his way to fulfill his master’s task. He was looking for someone.

Laughter echoed in the halls from the circles of socializing mutants happily clamoring away about their homes, reasons for being here, or the hottest rumors that had begun to spring up.

Eon kept a straight face, remembering the words Yeqon spoke before they came here: Ignore it. The Games, the festive atmosphere despite hell being closer than ever, ignore everything.

Accepting Yeqon's advice, Eon ignored his pitiful thoughts. No one was brought here against their will. They knew the danger, knew the risks. He simply needed to focus on his task...and the goal he set for himself.

Turning a corner to the infirmary, Eon's eyes locked onto a rather meek-looking mutant. He gasped quietly, she matched Yeqon's description. He had found her!

Eon sighed. He felt ashamed for being so happy about tracking down such a weak-looking mutant. She was pale, scrawny, and from the looks of it, recently injured. No wonder his Master didn't discuss the issue, even Eon felt bad for her after seeing her appearance.

What was he even going to do? Talk? About what? Eon silently cursed at himself as he got closer to the girl. He knew he shouldn't speak...he needed to keep to himself...

"...Excuse me." Eon paused a small distance away from the small mutant, his eyes were sharp, contrasting with his gentle smile. "May I trouble you for a moment? I am lost and am looking for the infirmary."

Eon sized her up. She was hardly suited for fierce competition in the Games. Maybe she could be a children's nanny, but she had a short and lithe build that made her similar to a child herself, along with pale bluish skin, a pair of deep, rich azure eyes, and equally blue fluffy hair. Despite her less-than-remarkable stature, she was certainly easy on the eyes.

Not exactly fit for the particular murderous activities soon to take place in just a few days, but that was hardly Eon's problem. At least, so he believed until she flashed an angelic smile and extended her little palm toward Eon. "Sure! Follow me!"

...Does she want to hold...hands?

Eon flinched slightly, not expecting her to readily agree to his request. Was she always this...trusting?

His sharp eyes quietly analyzed the unexpected mutant in front of him. Eon took this opportunity and decided to go along with the small girl. Perhaps she had some ulterior motive behind her apparent kindness.

He graciously returned her smile, "Thank you. Although..." He glanced down at her hand that was still stretched toward him, "I am not in need of a literal helping hand. A guide will be just fine." He chuckled a little, hiding his true intentions.

She squeaked, then blushed and retracted her hand. "Ah, sorry!" she quickly apologized, bowing her head. "U-um...this way," she said, her little shoes quietly tapping on the floor as she began to walk towards what Eon knew was the direction of the infirmary. She seemed to be honestly guiding strange.

Eon walked closely behind her, but her strides proved much shorter than his own. He felt a sense of pity, and so, with difficulty, he slowed his steps in an attempt to match hers. It didn't help that every few seconds the perky mutant would glance back and flash a little smile every time they made eye contact. His heart began to hurt for reasons he did not understand, and so he began avoiding her gaze.

It was a quiet journey for the first two minutes. Eon pondered how to break the silence to ask his questions...did he really have to worry so much?

"What's your name? Where are you from? Are you feeling okay?" Her curiosity bubbled forth freely and made her seem that much more vulnerable.

The quick attack of questions made Eon's eyebrow twitch. Was she a fool? He kept an amiable smile, but could not answer. He was stunned.

Yes, he acknowledged to himself, his personal judgment of the mutant had been harsh. If these were normal circumstances, her questions wouldn't have been so misplaced. However, these were not normal circumstances. This was a place where someone could easily kill her. Of course, the rules officially protected her, but Eon well knew that rules could only go so far.

He kept his focus on the bubbling ball of sunshine and curiosity in front of him. In Eon’s eyes, she seemed as if she were only a small child, innocently excited at the prospect of getting to know a new friend. Part of Eon felt endeared to this; another felt dread for the girl, whose open nature seemed impossibly out of place.

"...Hmmm...I thought it was a rule of thumb to introduce yourself first before asking, but maybe I was wrong." Eon picked at her lack of etiquette, but his voice was warm nonetheless. "My name is Eon. I am the servant of Yeqon Cryo, and I am feeling fine." He addressed her questions one by one, providing only what was necessary to directly answer them.

She covered her mouth and gasped at the realization of her own impoliteness, then let her hands fall to her sides, balling them into tiny fists. "Ack, I'm sorry! I just...I had a weird night," she offered in apology, "It's nice to meet you, Eon. My name is Ljilja." With that, she meekly turned away and continued walking, her head slightly downcast.

Eon observed the unique mutant in front of him. Her steps, though steady, were unsteadied, as if she had gotten lost in thought. Eon chuckled silently to himself, realizing that, in some small way, she reminded him of his master.

"Yeqon...oh! That's what his name was! The one who was at the opening speech! I met him yesterday, sort of."

At that moment, he realized Ljilja’s foolishness was not an act.

Eon's eyes widened. He froze in place before glancing around. He checked their surroundings, making sure no one was around to listen. He knew the cameras were watching, they were always watching, but he didn't worry about them.

He stayed in place, calling out to Ljilja, "...Ms. Ljilja..."

She turned and Eon flinched again as he stared into her shining eyes. He kept an amiable smile, though he felt uncomfortable for questioning such an innocent being.

However, his Master's affairs were a top priority. "If I heard correctly, you met my Master yesterday? If it isn't too much trouble, can you explain what you mean? Quickly." His voice grew colder, pressuring her to hurry up.

Eon didn't want someone to come and interrupt their conversation. At the very least, he needed to know what she remembered and warn her against speaking about it.

A bead of sweat formed on his neck when Ljilja paused in her steps. He could see the gears turning in her head. Though he wasn’t a mind reader, her face told him she was weighing his request.

Her speech grew rapid and to-the-point. "I passed out in the gym and woke up in the pool with him standing next to me. Then my manager sent me to the infirmary."

Eon’s breath caught in his throat at her next words: "I wanted to say thanks. Can you tell him, 'Thank you' for me? Or...can I meet him?"

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. He wanted to speak, but nothing would come out. Instead, a deep feeling of guilt overwhelmed him. In this short moment of time, Eon realized he needed to completely change his evaluation of the mutant called Ljilja.

Her words stuck inside his head - ‘thank you.’ She wanted to thank his master… No. That could not be allowed to happen. This whole mess started because she passed out and his Master went to help her.

Eon sighed as he took it all in. The more he thought about it, the more he could see similarities between Ljilja and his master. Yeqon was nowhere near as clueless as her, but they were both honest. Neither had hidden agendas or motivations behind their actions. Still...he needed to handle this issue.

Staring into Ljilja's eyes, he decided to match honesty with honesty. "Ms. Ljilja, I will deliver your 'Thank you' to my Master. However, you can not speak a word about what happened that night, no matter who asks you..."

He paused, his eyes softening along with his tone of voice, "Ms. Ljilja, due to yesterday's events, my Master is in trouble. He is handling it, but things will only get worse the more people learn about the incident...if you want to thank my master, forget about the whole situation. If that is not possible, then act like nothing happened...please." Eon slightly bowed his head to her.

Usually, he'd handle a problem with cold words, fists, and threats, but not this one. Someone so innocent responded better to gentleness. Also...Eon didn't feel right keeping her in the dark about a problem in which she was directly involved.

He watched carefully as Ljilja furrowed her brows. A small sigh escaped from her lips and Eon internally began to panic. Did he need to apply force? Was the request too much for her?

"I don't get it, but okay," she answered, motioning a zipping of her lips with her thumb and forefinger, "I don't want to get him in any trouble."

For the first time since this incident began, Eon felt his body relax. He couldn't help but chuckle at her childish gesture. "Thank you very much Ms. Ljilja. I appreciate your cooperation."

Eon truly appreciated her, not just for agreeing to his request, but for being so trusting in a situation in which she could have easily taken a defensive position. A stranger suddenly orders her to stay silent about an issue that has nothing to do with him. Anyone might have dismissed the request, however, she chose to listen and take it to heart. Eon was grateful for this.

He bowed his head again, when he lifted it, he flashed Ljilja a bright smile that lit up his golden eyes, “I will be sure to deliver your message to my Master,” he whispered quietly.

Ljilja grinned in response, nodding her head gratefully. She was true to her word and didn't mention the subject again. Instead, she started to walk along again, waving him onward as she neared the infirmary.

"So...what's it like being a servant? Do you enjoy it?" she asked.

Eon followed her lead as he pondered on the question. It wasn't difficult to answer, especially since his master didn't really require a lot of serving. Despite the occasional situations like this one, Eon's job was simple. He did enjoy it compared to his previous placement. Also...he blushed a little as his thoughts drifted to Yeqon.

He cleared his throat. "It is certainly better than other jobs I could be doing. ‘Enjoy’...might not be the best word to describe it, but since I can't think of another one, yes, I enjoy it."

Ljilja responded in a cheery tone, "I'm glad to hear that."

Eon glanced at the small mutant, asking something in return. "How about you, Ms. Ljilja? Have you adjusted to your current role as a competitor?" He didn't want to ask if she enjoyed could you enjoy a situation where death waits around every corner?

Her smile, once bright as a star, faded until it vanished altogether, like watching a fire rapidly burn out. "I wanted to get a head start training and injured myself," she spoke about the incident, but only repeating what was public knowledge. "I have no sponsors and no friends in the Games. And I'm not strong enough to survive on my own."

She stopped short of the infirmary, looking down to her feet and curling her hands into little fists once more. Her speech grew quiet and bitter. "I keep trying my best, but I keep failing. If something doesn't change soon, I'm going to die out there."

Eon froze. He didn't note her as the type to have any worries. Listening to her words, she clearly wasn't as clueless as he previously thought either. She at least understood the gravity of her current situation.

He wanted to say something...but did he have the right? He lived in a different world. Even her struggles were not something he could properly relate to.

But seeing her so disheartened gnawed at his conscience. "Ms. need to change, but how will one day of exercising make up for what you lack?" Eon glanced over her appearance. "You are clearly weaker than most mutants. Also, you are far too trusting in my opinion to be a part of these Games." His words were harsh, but everything he said was the truth.

"However..." he waited for her to look at him, "All I have heard from you is about the things you don't have or can't do. Though I am not in a situation nearly as strenuous as your own, I can say this, sometimes starting with the stuff you can do is much more important than trying to fix the stuff you can't."

He glanced at the small injuries over her body, "Sponsors are attracted to certain aspects of a mutant, three A's, remember them well. Appearance. Attitude. Ability. Appearance. Use what you have, Ms. Ljilja. From my observation you just need to eat more and rest, then you will be fine. Attitude. A sponsor doesn't want a mutant who is uncertain in themselves, however, a positive mutant who never gives up? Everyone loves an underdog story." Eon patted the top of her head, "Ability...right now getting stronger is essential but you don't have time. So start with strengthening your strengths. Instead of trying to bulk up and ruining your health, train your mind instead. Surviving is about mental strength too."

"I'll keep trying," she answered in response to Eon's words, "Thank you...very much," her breath caught in her throat and her eyes began to water.

Eon flinched as he caught the start of her tears. He wasn't good with small creatures crying, but he felt she needed it, so he didn't stop her.

He awkwardly continued to pat her head, keeping his voice as gentle as he could. "You're welcome, Ms. Ljilja. I'll be rooting for you, so keep trying."

He stopped patting her. His eyes softened as she fought back her sobs and cleared her throat. Eon's heart ached silently.

She swiped her bracelet across the door to the infirmary, he gazed inside, knowing it was time for them to part ways.

"S-see you...I mean, thank you...I mean...I don't know what I mean..." she said, letting out a little tearful giggle.

Eon chuckled at the fumbling mutant, "I hope to see you again, Ms. Ljilja. Thank you for all your help." Eon bowed his head before stepping into the infirmary, giving a short wave goodbye.

While waiting for the nurse to retrieve the pills, Eon felt quite embarrassed at his previous emotions toward Ljilja. He judged such an innocent girl so harshly. But as he thought about the events that had unfolded, he couldn't stop a little smile from creeping onto his face as the image of his new potential friend lingered in his mind.