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Tae debates answering for a few long, tense seconds, before deciding she might very well leave him in peace if he gives her the information she is seeking.

"No," he responds flatly. "I haven't seen anyone matching that description."

it's not like above ground is much better most days, but the lack of space has been a huge inconvenience for zehra, who keeps her wings hidden underneath her skin, the scars in her back itching for their painful release. but if another person steps on them, she'll have to resort to violence ( at least verbal ) and instead hugs her jacket tighter, ignoring their threats to pierce through her skin. words break through her thoughts, zehra eyeing the figure she walks towards; not the person she was waiting for. ❝ no. ❞ disappointment isn't hidden from her tone and she checks the time before looking at the other again. ❝ unless you've seen a guy with a ridiculous goatee lingering about. ❞

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Tae gives his unwanted visitor a slow once over, taking in her nervous demeanor and hesitating speech, before unceremoniously returning his gaze to the opposite side of the room.

"Not interested," he answers, voice light and seemingly unbothered. It's as if her presence hardly registers for him, now that his intensity has been re-directed back to the task at hand: how to get out of this hall and back to the The Crucible as quickly as possible.

lara was tired of walking around finding someone to talk to or something to do. there was only so much she could take feeling alone. there were a ton of people here, but lara had never felt more alone than ever. lara always felt alone in situations like this. she can always find someone to talk to everywhere she goes. although that doesn't mean they always want to talk to her. she was wandering around the tunnels one step at a time. she finds herself closer to the edge of the tunnels, trying to stay out of the way of all the people already chatting or hand in hand with a loved one. "sorry, no. there's just... a lot of people and you're all alone. i just... um, can i join you?"

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"Do it elsewhere," he answers, a distinct note of finality coloring his tone. He's uninterested in making small talk with anyone down here - it's pointless. It's highly unlikely he will ever run into any of them again, and beyond that, it's a distraction from his life (his real life) that he can't afford. Every second he wastes here, unable to slip away to the ring, is another second he loses training or gathering intel or doing something of substance.

Seclusion takes a toll on everyone. Whether they knew it or not, they were all negatively impacted by being locked up in this system, forced in small spaces with one another. The city was no vast landscape, but there were places to hide, and chances to escape. No such luck with that below the earth. Scout was not excused from this feeling. The brash, outgoing, adventurer in her was slowly losing it with every passing day. It was no surprise that she would want to hid every once in a while. How was she to know that the person standing in silence along the wall would be so adverse to company? She's almost taken aback by it. "No. Just figured I'd try and break off for the group for a bit, that's all."

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Tae hardly waits for Fins to settle back into his corner of the ring before he is on the mutant, ducking under his cover to muscle his way into the other's personal space. It's the work of only seconds for him to jab a quick, efficient fist into the left side of Fins' ribcage and dart away again, retreating as swiftly as he'd advanced.

"That's what I mean. Your guard is too high and too wide. Tighten up."

fins makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, but he pulls himself up from his seat all the same. he's exhausted after working all day and it feels like they've been training for hours. "fine," he grumbles, grinding his teeth together. getting back into position, he continues, "go again."

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"No," Tae deadpans, unfazed. Using the threadbare cloth towel slung around his neck, he scrubs at his overheated face, wiping both sweat and blood away with an irritated sigh. "You're not leaving here until you have this maneuver down. You keep leaving your left side wide open." He rolls his eyes. "I won't allow you to be a liability in the ring."

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"i'm tired." as he sits, fins takes to holding his gills open to help him get more air. "can we take a break?"

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l o a d i n g . . .

where: the underground when: 01900 hours (approx 7 pm) who: open

He's been biding his time for hours, now, but has yet to find an opportunity to slip away to The Crucible using the interconnected subterranean tunnel system down here. Everyone is just so... close. For someone so used to flying under the radar, being crammed down here with the entire city is daunting.

Sighing, he relaxes further into the shadows, eyeing the people around him as they mill about, laughing and conversing.

"Can I help you?" He asks, mild hostility coloring his tone, as a vaguely familiar form gets a little too close for comfort.

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woo do-hwan, 31, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that TAE-WON WELLS is a CONSTRUCTION WORKER that works in SECTOR 3. That must be why they’re DETERMINED and STOIC. If you ask me, they remind me of the satisfaction of bloody knuckles after a brawl, the echo of cheers dampened by concrete walls, and the discomfort of a single bead of sweat falling from the tip of your nose. They are affiliated with THE UNBURDENED. ⸻ played by sav.

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basic information:

character name: tae-won wells

nickname (s): cipher

face claim: woo do-hwan

mutation status: human cybernetically enhanced

birthday: february 5th

sexuality: bisexual

moral alignment: lawful neutral

occupation: construction work

work sector: sector three

affiliation: the unburdened

3 positive traits: determined, intelligent, capable

3 negative traits: stoic, impassive, blunt

biography (optional):

tae-won wells was once a soldier, tasked with protecting the only home he'd ever known: sol city. stoic and disciplined, he served with honor until a covert mission went horribly wrong. ambushed by mutants and left for dead by his own team, tae-won barely survived the expedition to the wastes that left him physically and mentally shattered. his wrecked body was rebuilt with cybernetic enhancements, giving him strength and agility beyond human limits, but the scars of betrayal and loss ran deeper than any physical wound.

after his recovery, tae was given a construction job in sector 3, where he now lives a quiet, unremarkable life in a cramped apartment above a 24/7 takeout restaurant. once the sun goes down, however, he disappears into sol city's underworld and becomes cipher - one of the most ruthless fighters on the underground scene. he faces off against humans and mutants alike, using the brutal matches as both a source of income and an outlet for his rage. but beyond the money, tae-won fights for revenge - secretly searching for intel on the members of the Ops team responsible for destroying his life. with every battle, he hones his skills and gathers information with the help of the unburdened (the faction of fellow fighters he has joined) determined to one day confront those who betrayed him, no matter the cost.

his impassive exterior hides a storm of vengeance, and he remains focused on his ultimate goal, trusting few and letting nothing distract him from his path.

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?: tae is a sol city native. while he spends most of his time in the underground now, he still has a fondness for the city that he cannot seem to shake.

do they trust the council's leadership? why or why not?: tae doesn't really trust anyone, anymore - those in leadership even less so.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn't, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?: tae did not choose to work in construction after his recovery, but he finds that the repetitive menial tasks are actually quite meditative.

what's one object that they always keep on their person?: an old fountain pen that has long run dry

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