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 Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 6:15 pm
Reno  The red head still stood at his door, his hands gripping loosely on the bars and his cheeks pressing against the cold metal. He watched. He listened. For a moment, as there was silence, he momentarily forgot what he was listening for. What he was watching. He wasn't really watching anything, but...then he remembered the girl. The blonde. Who was she, anyway? Did she have a name?
He didn't have a name. Not for himself or for anyone else. He just couldn't remember it anymore, that is, if he ever had one. For some reason, it didn't bother him. What was in a name, anyway? So long as he could remember that he was standing at a door and standing on concrete...that was all he really needed to know, right? But then the screaming had started up again. Some noise and words and then...nothing.
He was growing ever so tired. His eyes drooped some as he continued to stand there, wanting to go back to his cot and sleep. But then he heard a door open. He pressed his forehead more against the bars, but he couldn't get a better view. He waited until Trellon was bringing the blonde girl out. She looked dead, but he couldn't tell. And then she was gone and so was he. At first he felt anger, and then it subsided and turned into nothing. He dragged himself across the cell and fell onto his cot. He wanted to roll over, but his body was hurting again for some reason. He wondered why. His stomach rumbled. What did that mean again?
"...Who?" Reno didn't know who was beside his cell. Her voice sounded vaguely familiar, like from a dream or something. But maybe it was just his imagination. Like he had that anymore. He furrowed his brow for a moment before just closing his eyes. He wanted to sleep. Just sleep forever. He was not himself. He wondered who he used to be. He wondered who was in that cell. He wondered if he ever knew the blonde girl on the other side.
But wondering was just going to give him a headache. He didn't need to wonder about anything. He just needed to sleep. Sleep forever and ever and never wake up. There was no point in waking when he knew nothing. He felt so empty and useless. There was no point. No point. No point at all. I'm in the same prison as you... 
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 6:29 pm
'Who?'....that had not been the response she was expecting. "Its me...Arina..."she said, hoping that was what he was asking, and not that he was so far gone he couldn't remember himself...Lately it had seemed he was slipping away faster than she was...But in some sick way, that made sense...They needed her to remember, at least for a while...They needed her to know how to control her limits...If they pushed her too far at the wrong time, it could be disastrous...Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt herself worrying for the safety of those who contained them...whether or not she was aware of it was uncertain.
"Did you hear anything a while ago...? Someone yelling something...?"She asked, wanting to know as soon as possible...If she was having auditory hallucinations, Arina wanted to know as soon as possible...then she would have to be much more cautious with what she believed...Even if she wasn't, Arina still wanted to start being more careful...She had let her code numbers get so far ingrained in her mind, she had almost mistaken them for her name...She couldn't let that happen again.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 6:41 pm
Reno Arina? Who was that? Was the voice inside his head or on the outside? Reno wasn't sure. He opened his eyes again and looked around without moving his head. He didn't want to move much; it hurt. It was annoying. Troublesome. He closed his eyes again and decided to play along, whoever, or whatever, it was. He wanted to roll over. He was uncomfortable on his back. Why was his arm broken? ...Was it broken?
"...Yelling. Yeah." He opened his eyes again and stared at the ceiling. "Blonde girl. Pretty. Innocent." He looked over at the wall where it seemed like the voice was coming from. His voice seemed very far off and distant. It echoed in his skull. It didn't really feel like his own. He didn't like that. He wanted his own voice back. What had he sounded like before?
He almost rolled over finally, but in the movement, it caused his shoulder to sting rather badly, so he settled himself on his back again. Damn it all. He didn't like this. "Might be dead," he added, though he didn't think she was dead. But he didn't know. He couldn't tell. Everything seemed hazy again. He was getting sleepy.I'm in the same prison as you...
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 7:02 pm
So she really had heard a voice...There really had been yelling...good....she wasn't lost yet...But if there really had been someone, who was she? Arina couldn't help but reflect on how reno's voice had sounded as he relayed the information...He sounded tired...exhausted, in fact...He sounded like he had given up trying to fight back.
"...how are you doing in there...?"she asked, hoping that the way he sounded had simply been in her imagination...If he really had surrendered, how in the hell was she going to last? Reno was stubborn as all hell, he never gave up...at least...she thought so...that was true, wasn't it...? She shook her head, trying to blow off the idea...She had her limit breaks protecting her. Four extra sets of memory were probably helping her keep herself intact...But he didn't have that....
All he had was a stubborn streak and a promise not to change...Not to become what they wanted him to be, as long as she held out too...At this point however...it looked to Arina like she was the only one keeping up that arrangement..."Don't forget,"she reminded him, hoping maybe that would help, "We're not giving in...Either of us..."
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 7:13 pm
Reno Reno was quiet for a long time. He mulled over what she had asked him, trying to figure out what it meant. What he was supposed to say in response. He couldn't keep his eyes closed now. He felt as though it was dreadfully important. He finally spoke, though his voice came out raspier than it should have. "Feeling ******** awesome. How else am I supposed to feel?" Was Reno always such a sarcastic b*****d? It felt kind of good to say, rather than being blatantly honest like he had almost wanted to go towards. But no, he felt like someone was kicking his brain into ignition.
He was about to close his eyes again when she told him not to forget. He wanted to punch the wall and tear out his tongue and rip his eyes from his sockets in frustration, though the sudden grotesque images and thoughts were almost frightening. Where did they come from, he wondered? He felt very angry and he wasn't very sure why. He wanted to get up and kick things, punch something. Someone, actually. There were no faces or figures or names. He just wanted to throw in some violence. Somewhere. Somehow he felt as though it would be relieving. But there was no one to abuse and there was nothing to take advantage of. He was much too weak and tired, anyway.
What she had said had made him so damn frustrated and he couldn't understand why. When was the last time he felt anything other than pain and hunger? He didn't remember. We're not giving in? Who? The voice and himself? Or someone else? He wondered if she even had the right person. He didn't want to be in this cell anymore. He felt a sudden need to escape this place, to leave and never return. To do something awful to the people who had put him there. But the thoughts and feelings past, as weariness had taken hold of him.
Even if his mind and body forgot, whatever was left of his soul had not quite given up yet. Weariness and fatigue and pain had certainly overcome him, but there was still a part of Reno that was left deep within his subconscious, just waiting for the right moment to get out. The current Reno did not know of this and thought himself to be quite mad for having thought any of what had currently popped into his mind, but it was quickly forgotten.
"I'm hungry."I'm in the same prison as you...
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 7:32 pm
She laughed....and it made her face hurt...It had been such a long time since that had happened...Her muscles weren't used to it anymore...But...That scarcasm...That had been Reno, the real Reno...Even if she couldn't remember his name, or his face, she knew that much...Somewhere in the world of stolen memories and personality, the genuine article had survived.
"I guess your right...This place sucks,"She said, feeling the need to state the obvious in response...and...then he was hungry. hungry? Freakin' hungry? She laughed again...of all the people she....well, thought she knew, she thought he was the only one who could pull something like just...saying that...
At this point, she was starting to realize just how much she was forgetting...She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Certain things stuck out in her mind, and she could focus on them...but did she remember things that had really happened? Or were they things her mind had just invented? Either was plausible...Hell, maybe she wasn't even talking to Reno...Maybe he wasn't really there...Maybe she was just hearing things in this case too....But no, her mind wasn't that good at impersonating him...
"Me too...I miss that time...she cooked for us...."The memory was broken. She couldn't picture the who, or the where, but she knew it had happened....there had been.....someone, taking care of them, in their house...She remembered feeling happy...not necessarily well, but happy for certain....and the joy that good food had brought to her....if she was remembering that feeling properly, that must have been some damn good food....
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:12 pm
Reno Had that been...laughter? When was the last time he had heard that? Probably from himself, being a snarky little b*****d. Not that he would remember. Still, he cracked a slight smile as she said how this place sucked. Yes. It did suck. Suck indeed. And still, there was nothing they could do. No place to go. His chest began to hurt. It was the familiar pang of soul-ache. Yes. Soul ache. He wanted to fly away. Why was he unable to escape this place? Why was he so tired all the time? He kept forgetting the things he had just recently thought. He kept forgetting where he was. He felt as though something was wrong and it was beginning to make him panic. His breathing quickened, became sharper, more direct. It hurt. It stung his throat and his nostrils. And then it disappeared and he was listening to his neighbor's rambling again.
"Who cooked for you?" He had no idea what she was talking about, but he was still feeling hungry and the thought of food was not helping. Still, he wanted some kind of image to fill his mind and make him forget about the present situation. He needed some kind of liberation from this piece of s**t predicament he had landed in, for however long he had been here. He was suddenly feeling elated that someone even existed there in emptiness around him. He never thought he would ever be so happy to hear someone's voice, familiar or otherwise. Well, he certainly didn't want the voice of a foe, but this voice didn't sound threatening.
The feeling of loneliness was more for his partner and his "family" that he could no longer remember. Whoever that bald man in his mind was, he doubted he would ever recall. The feeling of depression and emptiness was beginning to settle in again. Hope seemed to fail him once again.I'm in the same prison as you...
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:27 pm
"er...well, that's just it....i don't really remember....But...I remember how it felt to be there...how i felt about that person i can't remember...I know she wasn't that old...but...She had sort of...a mothering feeling.....I think she made me eggs,"The last bit seemed off topic, but hey, they had been talking about food...She vaguely remembered picking up broken bits of pottery...but...why had she been doing that?
Now she was just trying to focus on whatever she could remember clearly...There wasn't much to it...bits and pieces of a broken time line...it seemed too long to be hers though...Arina remembered more feelings associated with other people...concern for one man...had he been injured somehow? Contempt for a pair of them...and even more so for a third just like them...Relief, and excitement regarding another...someone she had looked for...More than likely, it would have made her feel better if she had known that Rude, the remnants, and Vincent were the ones circling her thoughts, if only for the sheer fact that it would mean she remembered something...sadly, she got no such relief.
She shook her head slightly again, still feeling like maybe that would clean out the proverbial cobwebs...She sighed, and smirked a bit to herself, as if the idea that had just popped into her mind was her own personal defiance.
"I'll tell you what...When we do get out of here...I'll buy you breakfast some time, all you can eat,"she said, sounding confident...Maybe the concept that food would be coming to them both eventually would help them stay sane...even if for the moment, a concept was all there was to it.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 3:01 pm
It took only moments further before the entire laboratory extension following the route they were to escort the two Turk specimens through on their path to room ten, an experimental room which would have its confines expanded upon in due time, was lined with the appropriate security measurements should one of said specimens make a break for freedom. Doors and hallways were cordoned off by mechanical restrictions and clever if unusual means of weaponry should just such an attempt be made. However, Trellon would not take any chances with allowing things to get out of hand.
Bypassing at first Turk specimen A233’s room, he once again stepped up to the control panel installed near to the door of the cell the female specimen was enclosed in and set off a swift, by now expected set of controls. The room was gassed with little to no warning on behalf of Trellon, who had set the strength and durability of the consciousness-stealing formula to one that would have Turk B238 knocked out within thirty seconds or less. However, because of its specific chemical properties, it would last just long enough for Deuce and Trellon to bring the two into the assigned room before consciousness was once again steadily restored, with little negative side-effects besides a mild headache that would soon too dissipate.
Surely, this was one of Trellon’s less remarkable creations. Regardless, as timers were set and the gas released into Turk B238’s cell, Trellon moved over to the male counterpart and mimicked his previous dosage, waiting but a minute before he unlocked first B238’s cell, dictating Deuce enter and heft up the limp body. Once again this process was repeated for Turk specimen A233, and with Deuce effortlessly carrying the gaunt figures of the meagerly fed specimens, Trellon swiftly lead the way to the appropriate room. It was unlocked, Deuce instructed to deposit inside the two and exit, allowing for Trellon to close the door behind the Raven. Moments later, he was within the observation room, at Hojo’s side once more.
“You may proceed within a moment, professor,” he informed his superior. “They should regain consciousness momentarily.”
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 12:07 pm
Reno Eggs? What kind of memory was that? Reno tried to make himself more comfortable on the cot; he wished dearly that there was a pillow under his head. He stared at the ceiling as they lay in silence. He wanted to think of something, but nothing came. Not even the blonde haired girl. He frowned slightly until Arina's voice came back through the wall. His eyes looked towards the wall and he couldn't help but crack another smile.
"Breakfast, huh?" He smirked slightly. "I'd like that." Except he couldn't recall the taste of breakfast, or what breakfast food really was. He knew it was a meal, of course, just...what kind of things? He didn't even remember what he got fed there in the cell; his feeding was so irregular and far off...and the food was probably mush or something that didn't even resemble real organics. He looked back to the ceiling again, only to watch the lights flicker. He could hear footsteps outside of his cell, which made him twitch and sit up, despite how painful it was.
There was silence for a moment...and then the steps continued again, closer to his door. He didn't see anyone. He didn't have time to. There was a hissing noise and smoke began to fill the room. He began to panic, grabbing the loose orange cloth around him to cover his face. He couldn't speak and soon he couldn't see. He closed his eyes tight, the cloth around his mouth and nose, but he was suddenly drifting off to sleep.
No struggle was made when Deuce picked his limp body up and took him to the other room. His form was disgustingly thin and gaunt, but it wasn't like Reno had been able to see himself for what he really was these days. When he was deposited into the room, he did not open his eyes for some while...
Reno groaned as he woke with a splintering headache. It wasn't just from the gas; he was starving. These pains came and went, but it was only amplified with the noxious fumes that had just knocked him out. He tried to open his eyes, but closed them quick again to block out the bright, white lights. He covered his face with his arms and pulled his knees closer to his chest. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to see what this room was. He knew he wasn't dead; death didn't feel like this. He didn't need to die to know. But chances were that he may die here...if he just kept wasting away like this. "********," he whispered.I'm in the same prison as you...
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 12:48 pm
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry  He remained stationary in the observatory room where, with focused vision; he watched Duece bring the first specimen in. Followed by the second. For a moments time he remained silent, perhaps mulling over the proper wordings for such an ... arrangement. Or perhaps Hojo was lost within his own sickened state of mind. None the less, he had yet to speak until Trellon was by his side once more. "You may proceed withina moment professor." Trellon began. "They should regain consciousness momentarily." Hojo nodded, acknowledging his statement. Stepping forward he pressed a few buttons on the console before hovering above the microphone the speak.
His voice was audible through the horridly bright room, perhaps sending chills up the spines of those within. "A233.." He began. "B238. It has come to my attention, that both of you seemingly are suffering from malnutrition, as well as poor hygiene. Therefore, I have a proposition to make." A devious smirk crossed his placid thin lips as his voice lowered to perhaps what most would consider a mere whisper. "I offer; proper clothing, a weeks worth of three full meals a day as well as a warm shower and proper medical treatment for your wounds." Hojo paused for a moment looking toward Trellon then back toward the subjects. "All you have to do... is survive a physical battle. The last standing shall receive all the proper amenities." With that he closed the microphone and turned to Trellon once more. "If you would be so kind as to take notes. I would like to everything classified. Anything that would suggest a change of persona in either subject."
Hojo then proceeded to wait for either Turk to make their first move.
[Short, I have to jet to work.]
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 9:08 pm
This time, without the painful nerve gas, Arina hardly noticed the extra substance mixing in with the oxygen in her cell...By the time she started to feel her eyelids drooping, she had just long enough to wonder about the peculiarity of it...Normally, it seemed they wanted her as immobile as they could manage for as long as possible...What was different this time...? Before she could come up with any reasonable answer, she felt herself drop off to sleep.
She was unaware the entire time that the mechanical Raven carried her, and only starting to come around once she was safely deposited on the floor of the new location...Somewhere closer to consciousness, she managed to make out the familiar voice through the wall cursing...Hadn't she moved?...Strangely, it did sound less muffled than usual...She tried opening her eyes, barely getting the lids to lift before flinching and curling around herself for protection...Obviously, wherever she was, they didn't want her to use the second form... She didn't need to eat normally, but whenever they hit that particular limit break with those cursed lights, she felt weaker than ever until she managed to get something (not necessarily food, since whatever they were getting didn't quite count as food) into her stomach...For the moment, she felt like hell.
That was when she heard a voice that she knew in a much more irritating way...Apparently, despite the many things she couldn't remember, her overdeveloped sense of vengeance let her remember Hojo...She knew clearly that she hated him...She wasn't entirely clear as to why, though, at this point, aside from the fact that he had something to do with why she was...wherever here was.
"A233...B238."...She had been called B238...Then...The one from the cell next to hers, his name was A233? She pushed herself upright to a seated position as the scientist talked, taking in what he said, but also casting her glance across the room to A233...He looked worse than she felt...She vaguely remembered him saying his hair had been cut; from the looks of it, not very well either...The ends of what was left were jagged and uneven...someone had probably been pulling on the end while cutting...He was thin, too...From the appearance of the rags they both wore, he had once been a much healthier weight...Now they simply hung off him, as though they were intended for someone at least three sizes bigger.
"...I'm not fighting him,"she said stubbornly. Arina may have been slowly losing herself, but she still wasn't going to jump just because that devil in a white coat told her to...Her instincts told her she had enough hate for that. She cast her glance over at A233, "...You can have it. My body heals on its own, and I wouldn't need food at all if not for that testing,"she emphasized the word, hoping to allow her annoyance with their methods to shine through, "you people keep doing...No, as appealing as something other than this potato sack to wear and being properly clean might be, I'm not your trained pet...You want someone to fight? Get in here and do it yourself..." As broken as she was, she was still at least just as stubborn.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:55 pm
Reno A233 groaned at the voice from the speakers. Was that his name? Reno didn't know what he was supposed to be called, but it didn't matter. This man's voice was familiar, but his familiarity was far and distant and almost non-existent. All that mattered now was that he was offering him food and cleanliness. He wasn't sure where he was, but it wasn't hard to guess that he was probably still in the same vicinity his cell was in. He tried to open his eyes against the light, though it came with some effort on his part. He took in all the white before seeing someone in the same garb as he. But her face didn't match anything he could rightly remember. He wondered who she was. Her face didn't match the familiar voice that he heard coming from it. Was she his neighbor?
The red head scoffed and put both of his hands through his hair. "Like I can fight like this. With all my hair gone." He rolled his hot face against the cool floor and began to laugh manically. "I'd die! I'm dead! I'm ********' dead!" He laughed more, harder, and then his hands moved to his chest as he started to cough and cough and cough. He pulled on the back of his head as he curled into a ball on the floor, finding no other comfort in his choking fit. The coughs eventually subsided and the cold in the room was finally setting in. He didn't feel hot anymore. No, not at all. His feet were freezing. His hands were freezing. His neck felt so bare. Why was all his hair gone? He would have been amazed to realize he remembered having more hair than this, but he felt incredibly crazy now. So nothing really mattered so much as how he was dead, or dying, or going to die. He didn't know which it was. He had forgotten again.
He peeked through his arms at Arina across the room. Her face still did not ring a bell. And now that she wasn't talking, he wasn't so sure that she really was his neighbor. But she didn't want to fight him. She said she could heal? Heal herself? Then why was he still alive? She looked like s**t. He wondered briefly how bad he looked. I'm in the same prison as you...
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:52 pm
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry He stood there, perhaps contemplating his next move. To him this was nothing more than a chess game.
Slowly he leaned forward and keyed the microphone. "Perhaps, if you wish to die such an arrangement can be made. After all, we have been as kind as possible to ensue that you have a comfortable transition into a said career among my finer staff." He paused closing his eye's the microphone still keyed, slowly he began to massage his left temple. "I had very much hoped to allow you out of this life of anguish. This being of course your final test. If one of you were to succeed, it would prove that you are ready to join the ranks. To become human once again." It was with that he let the microphone un-key and turned to Trellon. Furiously he was scribbling upon the clipboard that had once laid next to the microphone. Taking notes of everything as it transpired.
"Trellon. Perhaps you have some form of initiation for these two?" He turned away, now observing their body language, contemplating on what to do next.
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 12:03 am
Arina didn't like hearing A233 laugh at the concept of his own death...And even more so, she didn't like the sound of his coughs...He needed medical treatment; the real thing, not that makeshift s**t she assumed he had been receiving, just as she had, when the tests went just a little too far...Even in the shape he was in, from what she had hear him tell through the wall, she knew this was surprisingly good condition for what he had been through...Which frankly sounded like as much of a hell as she had.
"Kind...?"She shook her head, and laughed just a bit. "You think you've been kind...?"Arina scoffed and hoped that he got the gist of her distaste...Somehow though, the concept had slipped into her head...They had provided them with food...clothing...shelter...No, no, no! That was not the way to think about it...She was slightly sickened with herself for letting those thoughts slide by...Apparently, she was more affected by the lack of proper treatment than she had thought...
Now that she had realized it however, Arina wasn't going to let another mistake like that enter her mind..."I don't want to join your ranks...Especially if the ones you call 'human' are the same people who've been doing this to us..." No, once upon a time she had been changed, what life she had as a human was ended, leaving her as...Whatever it was that she could be called. "...Bring it on...I don't have enough human left to lose."
Deuce stood next to Trellon obediently, head bowed slightly in respect for the others in the room. He would have knelt, were there more space in this particular observation room, but as it was, he knew that such would have been a hindrance to the Master First; that, was the last thing he wanted. He hadn't wanted to do this to the pair of Turks, but as it was an order from the highest authority in AVALANCHE, it may as well have been a request from God, and certainly not something he could ignore.
He watched the two below them carefully, measuring their varying reactions in his mind against what it was that the Master First wanted...Even while he did this however, he couldn't help but remember how the pair had felt as he carried them...Since their arrival, they had lost drastic amounts of weight...A233 in particular felt as though the smallest misstep on the Raven's behalf could break bones...B238 seemed to be holding up better, but that made plenty of sense as he had been on stand by during her sessions...Her transformations were rejuvenating, but also took much effort to force her into...Eventually the toll would add up...Not to mention the averse affects that would certainly besiege the pair from their near constant exposure to the various gasses used to subdue them...
They were not reacting as he would have expected. In general, he found that those made candidates to become Ravens jumped at an offer such as this...The chance to bathe, be healed, and (what seemed to be their top priority) eat...But these two...They were uniquely stubborn...Or, possibly, they had just been pushed over the deep end...That was not necessarily impossible. It had happened before, to candidates with a much higher probability of success...Many had simply given in and allowed the reaper to take them...Of course, those were clearly over estimations; if they let themselves die, they were really not cut out to be Ravens...But he had been surprised in the past.
Statistically, two of their number were anomalies. The Ravens Ai and Midori were peculiar, but overall worthy acquisitions. In the instance of Raven Ai, the thin shape of her frame had made the probability of her success low. The age, and small form of the Raven Midori had also made her an unlikely candidate for survival. Yet the pair of them had also survived...and become most useful to the Masters. Perhaps these two Turks also had the strength to survive...
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