"None, sorry." He answered simply, staring at the man. He hadn't heard footsteps that would match the path of just walking up now. Had he been listening in? He noticed his gaze shifting towards the trash can, and scowled.iChaotic said:
"In my spare time, huh? Well, actually... I usually just sleep. Training gets a bit slow when you're a Squad Leader, so it's not much of an option for me. Where's this question coming from?" His suspicion was rising for him, too, now. What was with these weird Recruits?iChaotic said:
"No, no, no problem. Just curious. Not many people ask me questions about myself, especially not casual questions like that."iChaotic said:
Cam looked at Jack with a confused look on his face, 'What the hell does he keep looking at?' Eventually, the answer was obvious that Jack was looking at the note that Cam had made himself. He had to act fast. Too many Weavers getting suspicious could end up in his death. He could've just set the garbage can ablaze, but that would force Revnoir to ask him even more questions. He continued to think as he watched what was going on.iChaotic said:
"Nope, finished that paperwork a while ago, and I'm procrastinating from studying... Still gotta get my 12th grade credits... What a drag." His voice had trailed off as he thought of how far behind he was from Xillia, and she was younger than him. Even Weavers had to take school courses, but they weren't in a classroom. They were pamphlets delivered to them to study, and the tests were given every month or two. Revnoir, as one of the stupider people of the world, still didn't get his high school diploma while Xillia had finished high school long ago. She was now working at her own pace with science and medicine, hoping to switch from Squad Leader to Medic.iChaotic said:
Revnoir looked at the door that had been quickly shut, and narrowed his eyes. Strange... Was he listening to us? He listened carefully for any movement, and heard extremely quiet shuffling in the vents. He was listening for anything else, focusing on the door while listening.ProRPer said:
"Experiments, huh? Well, it could be worse. But just telling us this isn't going to do you any good. I need details, who runs the corporation, what's this corporation, etc. etc." He didn't seem too surprised. Weave themselves did some pretty controversial things with Weavers, so a new corporation doing the same wasn't too impressive. After all, Weave had countless Projects including Project Sentinel and Project Grim Reaper. None knew the details about it, absolutely no one, except for a handful of trusted officials.ProRPer said:
He tries to keep his cool, "It wasn't... My choice. They forced me into the corporation after experimenting on me. During their experiments they found an odd DNA alteration in my system. So technically, I'm apparently not qualified as an actual Weaver, and that's why they let me-- forced me into the corporation. I wish we could end it, but this is the largest secret organization in the world. If we even tried, we would end up dead." Cam continued to babble on, next about the operation they were preparing, "They are also preparing something known as Operation X. They are planning on creating an antidote to the Weaving ability. It may seem impossible, but each day they are getting closer to figuring it out."iChaotic said:
"Why are they trying to create an antidote?" Jack asked with a sudden expression of shock. "What good would that do?"ProRPer said:
"Antidote? What do you mean, Antidote?" He was angry now. This was bullshit. They were meddling with what Scourge was trying to do. Revnoir growled and grabbed Cam's arm, then dragging him out of the hall and into another room. He then locked the door, keeping Jack from entering. "Tell me, what the fuck do you mean, antidote?"ProRPer said:
