-possess the means to evolve, but he does fascinate Cypher. Such a curious case study. And the Master favored this one, did she? Heavily, once.
He would have been an ideal fit for Jealous. Cypher remains until Cross departs as this office is still the property of Master deMocra.
"Ambition indeed."
The glasses adjust, and Cypher's otherwise flat expression turns to exasperation.
"And here I was, assuming you would ask of me a task befitting my skill. Still, such can be arranged. A pity.." The glasses it would seem double as scanners, flickering-
- opening without cause.
"May your next mission teach that which you may apply to future endeavors, ser." Cross is not ready, Cypher determines. He is not of the skill nor the capability to tackle Alara. His mind would fracture and unravel like a spool of yarn.
He does not yet-
-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.
-which is likely why they remain Zefia's "assistant" even in her absence, is lethal intelligence. Poise and conduct in such a fashion that seeps with authority. Their rank? Unknown, but the way they hold themselves with respect and how they give conduct to Cross indicates that-
- no breath in between Cypher's words, no pauses fair of a human to warrant as the assistant certainly isn't a Saiyan. Cypher is too small to be considered as part of that species and is very clearly lacking the tail and temperament to be one.
What Cypher does possess however,-
"Ambition is the chimerical twin of Purpose. Both are born of intent and need, blind and determined."
One could say Cypher's appearance to be a flawless representation of etiquette and modern fashion, but the pink-rimmed glasses and tinted lenses speak of a more classical look.-
- image flickering in and out as they do.
"If you do not find purpose in what you seek to be satisfactory, perhaps your ambition requires revaluation. That is not my task. I shall ask once more: What do you, Private Crozs seek from Zefia deMocra at this current time?"
There's-
- "Ambition cannot be without want, and Purpose without necessity is fleeting. You are set to task, and that is how it must be." A non-answer for a non-direct individual, but a non-answer is still an answer, and an article of character.
Cypher leans across the old-new desk, -
-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..
Cypher appears to show no malice, but oozes indifference when confronted by Cross's fighting stance.
"I am General Zefia deMocra's clerical and operative assistant. I am to understand you are Cross, military personnel registered for combative rank 1. Private." To further add -
-mystery to this figure, their hand reaches out with pencil-thin fingers, attempting to gently lowering the saiyan's fist with what feels like the barest of contact.
"I am permitted to oversee tasks and files, should the need arise."
The assistant then walks past Cross and -
-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?
There are files made for his eyes and none shall be found here. Cypher, contrary to illusion and impression, does not breathe unless required. There is no sound when Zefia's assistant arrives. It is as if one moment they were not there and suddenly now they always have been.
-
-rippling of layers: Clean where one sees, but not where Cypher's hands settle. Dust and debris.
Something is wrong here, and it's not how Cypher's gaze locks onto his like a targeting sphere. Cypher seems unbothered by the situation, unconcerned with the fact that Cross is-