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'Cross' (X) is the unofficial name given to this mysterious Saiyan warrior. He was once a member of King Vegeta's army before going solo. Carrying a demonic uncontrollable power, Cross only seeks to kill those who are worthy...
Full bio: https://t.co/Izf1J2QFer
*At first glance, Cross' movements were indication of attempting to get out there without answering anything Cypher posed to him. However, he knew, one way or another, that this man would pursue some answers from Cross, maybe not here, but definately on another place.
As such, -
-it could be anywhere. There's a fairly high chance that Cypher also treats everyone this way, regardless of identity. All that can be known, is that it is now Cross' turn to start answering questions if he wants what he needs.
- elucidation. Action, practice...to do what must be done.
De Mocra holds many secrets... most of which I care nothing about. The little I want is what imposes the biggest importance... Projects Keystone and Primrose.
In her obvious demeanor, she will not explain anything -
"You know of my position... do you care for my ambition, assistant of Zefia?"
*Cross' death glare remained, even if Cypher was unfazed by it. He will spill out what he truly sought. Not yet, at least. He does not trust this man at all.*
"A random surge of events led me here. -
-around to the back of the General's chair.
"Now tell me, Cross. To what end do you seek?"
Glasses obscure some facial features, but this individual appears to possess.. visual perfection? An overwhelming sense of calm, neutrality, even..
*In an instant, the first syllable spoken by Cypher turned Cross' instincts into full defense mode. He stood there, holding a fighting pose while looking directly at this man's (was it a man?) eyes. The more Cypher talked and slowly wandered, the more Cross was keeping track of -
-likely seeing two instances of the same things at once..
"I suspect questions to follow. Be concise, and perhaps I can assist."
Well that sounds simple enough, doesn't it?
- all his movements.*
"Who are you? How...impossible. I could not sense you apporaching."
*That was the first question. And no other questions would follow until Cypher answers him via his way. Needless to say, Cross' visage was not exactly his usual one. Sure he maintained -
*He couldn't help it. Fortunately for him, he is an assassin, which means his hearing is 20 times more acute than any human or even Saiyan hearing. He recognizes Zefia's steps (she does have a unique power-walk), and in case of her approach, Cross would just vanish like -
-a binder attached, and there's no telling what would be inside any of them.
So the ball is in his court.. especially when Zefia is a stickler about security. That doesn't add up either. None of this does.
- black hole within his soul.
There was a mention of 'perfect genetical re-creations' somewhere in those writtings, very affected by moist but still readable. Words, words and more words...Zefia's handwritting was either the most doctoral caligraphy he's ever seen, or it was -
*Strange...
Usually Zefia either answers it by opening the door or just by voice, the latter at least would assert her presence inside. But no answer came. He knocked two more times, but nada.
He could just turned away and come back. That would be his normal nonchalant -
Alas.. Zefia was not present this time. In fact, the door refused to budge unless given more force than current. Would he still try to enter if she was not there?
- to oil that thing) and it slowly opened.*
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*He was having second thoughts. This was Zefia's office, and he knows it too well that she's the kind of person that does *not* want anybody peaking and 'stalking' her belongings and personal space.
Still...what would -