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give 'em hell, kid.
❖ C R I M S Y N ❖
"Firehawk, Crimsyn said slowly, playing with the word as he wore his usual cheshire cat grin. "You know, I like that."
The firey-haired man would have no chance of continuing any pleasant chatter amongst fellow agents however, let alone teaching the newbies ways of sneaking in a sip or two of alcohol. No, a certain someone hacking the intercom had made sure of it.
Crimsyn knew his voice. That damn familiar voice. He knew it very well, but now was not really a time he'd wanted to be hearing it.
Just what in the hell was Pia thinking?
This kid truly had the worst timing. Crimsyn supported him and his pet cause UTOPIA of course, in fact it wouldn't have been too far off to say he was a sort of double agent for the rebellious group, feeding information to them and conveniently failing to ever track down their location, but... even a saint could be pushed to madness by their antics sometimes.
It wasn't long before one of S.I.N's high-ranking agents had cut off Pia's latest freedom rant, but this one had been public and a lot harder to ignore than any of the others. Great.
Crimsyn knew the boy was bold. It was an obvious fact, one that didn't really need stating. This was his most daring move yet however, and one he would have to discuss with the youth later. There was a grudging respect in him for just how shameless Pia had been, but it was reckless and could end up seriously backfiring on UTOPIA if they weren't careful.
Running a hand through the vivid hair that had served as his namesake, Crimsyn watched in silence as the others reacted. Anger, confusion, a little bit of... hope? The expressions were as varied as the faces themselves, though his eyes were drawn to one in particular, who was currently approaching him.
Eleonora looked concerned, though she was trying her best to hide it. Her voice was just the slightest bit stilted, it seemed she'd already been learning how to keep her composure.
Crimsyn sighed, giving her a slight and defeated smile which he also offered to Lyla once she joined the small gathering.
"Not everyone is a supporter of S.I.N or what they do," he answered honestly." There are a lot of people who value freedom over power. The person you just heard, well, he's one of them. Lyla is right, though. We're all safe here."
Safer than you know, he thought. As an insider to UTOPIA, he would know if they were planning anything major enough to pose a threat to the HQ. It seemed for now at least, the rebel group was content with mockery and gathering intel. Just what would happen when they weren't, well... Crimsyn didn't really want to think about it too much.
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