Searching for TYRANT (Open to TYRANT members)

[Ayen Matthews]

Enough asking around about TYRANT finally brought him to the Industrial District. Dressed in his camouflage hoodie and shirt with blue jeans he wandered the district in search of anyone who might be with TYRANT. He passed the rumor that he was searching for them, and hopefully someone would take the bait. Or he would end up empty handed.

Raccoon City has been going crazy ever since that blue clad vampire Maricul showed up and took down some strange 103 tyrant further out into the city, and all for factions that weren't even in Raccoon City. That combined with a hero flying around on a platform saving people while being shot at was more to raise a couple of eyebrows. But for now he focused on finding the leader of TYRANT so he could join their cause. Whoever that leader was remained to be seen.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

Whether or not he could feel the eyes watching him didn't matter, he found himself in the den of the Devil and decided it best to walk around without guidance or protection. This wasn't a matter Legatus or the Maiden of Revolution would have to handle, strays often stumbled across this location on the whim of TYRANTs calling. Police officers often also staked the place out looking for their members and often ended up arresting the gutter rats they paid to take the fall.

It was a common misunderstanding that TYRANT was just your average resistance, it was also a common misunderstanding that just because you hated the government you were a prime suspect for joining the order in full. Everyone started from the bottom, yet the verdict hadn't been cast on this one just yet.

"You are treading cold water if you're here for anything other than trouble," said a voice, it was feminine and behind a voice modulator making it sound more robotic than anything else. The person it came from was leaning on a wall which had been out of their sight until they continued walking deeper into the area, they had their arms crossed, this individual was wearing a tattered white robe with the hood pulled up and a helmet of sorts under, the glass on the helmet was mirrored and golden almost like an astronauts helmet.

[Ayen Matthews]

Ayen turned to see the unknown person standing behind him. He hasn't even heard them come up. He needed to be more cautious in a place like this. Everyone knew who he was and it wouldn't look right for him just walking around TYRANT territory like a child.

"Who are you?"

He didn't know if this person was TYRANT, worked for the government, or neither. He attempted to probe their mind to see what he could learn.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

The fancy piece of hardware on their head wasn't just for show, it was standard for most upper members of TYRANT to wear protection for their identities and protection from BOWs. In this case, Ayen would find himself searching for a mind that wasn't there, and if he was looking for a life form he would find none.

"I am the Architect," said the voice, it was now male sounding as they stopped leaning on the wall, "and you are standing in my territory."

If Ayens senses were good enough he would definitely feel about five others shift around him moving closer from their observation spots but they still remained out of sight.

"What are you searching for?"

[Ayen Matthews]

Ayen was a bit unnerved by the fact there wasn't a mind to read, but this wouldn't have been the first time a helmet blocked a telepath's ability to read one's mind as he remembered Magneto, Xavier's friend, in a file he read in the X-Mansion sub-basement all them years ago.

"I'm looking for TYRANT, but I'm not looking for a fight. I wish to aid them in their goals if I can."

He wasn't assuming they would just take him at his word. They would probably try to test him first, but if this was someone from the government then he just shot himself in the foot. But he was ready if this turned violent.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

The Architect moved out into the open, their cloak dragging behind them. Ayen would more clearly be able to see they were wearing a full combat uniform under the cloak by the looks of their arms also being fully armored. The individual had a rifle slung around their shoulder and a sword at their hip, they didn't go for either but it wasn't for show.

"We figured," came the voice, this time it was somewhat different more rough but still a mans voice, "and what do you offer TYRANT?"

[Ayen Matthews]

"I'm a mutant, so I have plenty of powers that can be useful in a fight, but that's not all I offer. I know many people throughout the world. Some who work in the news media, billionaires, other mutants of my kind with power and leverage, other factions. I can hook you up with more resources that can benefit your cause. All I have to do is make a few calls."

He had met many of these people through his time with Xavier and the mutants in his school. He was hoping that would be enough to get in, but if it wasn't then Ayen would just have to be content with fighting for equal rights on his own. His way.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"A quick claim to fame isn't a path to TYRANT," said the Architect, they looked the man up and down examining them. The Architect was around 6'4" and by the looks of them rather heavy, sure they were sizing up Ayen Matthews but this was more or less a formality.

"What have you done for this public," the Architect asked, it was a simple yet complicated question at the same time, "our members are resistance fighters, they've been on the grounds, in riots, in jail, they've risked their livelihoods fighting for their freedom. What have you done?"

[Ayen Matthews]

Ayen felt uncomfortable by that question and wanted to lie, but he knew better than to let lies lead this conversation. Truthfully he had done nothing like that. Following the law like a good little mutant whether he wanted to or not. This felt like a loaded question, but one he had to answer regardless.

"Truthfully? I've done nothing. I lived my life while being hated, but kept away from the fight and followed their rules so I could be legal, but I'm tired of sitting on the sidelines. What do I have to do to prove my worth to you?"

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"Join the cause," The Architect said, it was vague but it was the truth.

"Seeking out the ones who disrupt the balance and joining them is the extreme when you have no yet joined the fight on a personal level," the Architect followed up, "the men around you have debted themselves to this cause and now shy away from the public eye to protect their families. Should one die and their identity be known, they would endanger many. And yet they all started on the ground level."

[Ayen Matthews]

"That would explain the fancy space helmet."

The answer came simple to him. He had to get involved in the fight before TYRANT allowed him to be a part of their group. That was fair enough. He would begin with protests of the government and work his way up from there. It was risky, but it was what he had to do to fight the oppressoin President Harker had created for his kind and people like him.

"Very well. I'll join the cause. Thank you."

Ayen would end it with that. Opting to take off into the air and fly away. It was time to begin the fight of his life.