The rain...(open)

[Silvia A. Carter]

Silvia woke up with a start as the drugs had worn off. She opened her hazel-green eyes and looked around, there were flowers, a leaden sky...where in the world was she? Was she dead? Good, then she could spend more time with her mother. But she froze as she sat up, a silver catsuit was what she was wearing instead of her original clothes.

She had no more time to contemplate anything as the sky released water. It rained down on her and she got up, already her hair was dripping wet. Silva snarled as she realised that she was in fact alive. She threw her head back and let the rain wash over her pale face. Her long dark brown hair plastered itself to her back and she noticed that there were guards that were, well...guarding something. She sat on the ground pensively before feeling an overwhelming sense of rage engulf her. She recognised that scent anywhere, that was one of the men who had drugged her.

She felt the intense feeling flood through her and Silva let it morph her into a canine. Her hands became paws, her ears became pointed and her teeth grew longer, sharper. Chocolate brown fur grew out all over her and she was now a very intimidating wolf. She snarled viciously and felt her paws fly underneath her as she ran around, working off all of the grief and anger. Silvia threw back her head ans let out a long, heartbroken howl before loping around in an effort to use up the extra energy that was plaguing her.

A guard had come to investigate the large dog-like creature.
"Hey, shoo! Get outta here!" He said in a firm voice and Silvia faced him with a maw full of fangs and a thunderous snarl.
"You are the one who should be leaving. SCRAM!" Silvia snapped viciously and the man gave up soon after, leaving with a few bite marks when he hadn't left fast enough for Silvia's liking.

She was sitting down, her tail wrapped around her paws as she was lost in thought. The wind picked up a new scent and carried it to her.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" She barked sharply, turning around just as fiercely.

[Lucian Verdus]

The scent, a disturbingly industrial odor mixed with smells such as oil, steam, and other various, acrid, unidentifiable smells, came from the short, robed figure standing not too far away from the scene. Lucian's eyes were brightly lit, their yellow glow reminiscent of flashlights and, given his mutation, may well have once been flashlights, at least in part. The creature before him became of interest to him, as it was either one of the only of its kind he had seen since he had been taken in, or a mutant of some use to him, given the display that occurred before him. "I am not a threat to you," the metallic, emotionless attempt at a voice came forth from his mouthpiece, "Not at this moment, I am not. Your aggression is excessive. I would like to know why that is."
The larger of his two arms shifted slightly, the metallic claws on them contracting and then relaxing. "You are able to become a canine. Is that the source of your aggression?" The metallic reverberation conjectured. The metallic cylinder on his back gave a slightly louder, more noticeable whirring noise than it usually made, and there was a bit of a buzzing in the tube that lead from it into his back. The whirring faded after a few moments, and the voice spoke again. "It may be because you have been incarcerated. There are some that do not respond well to that. Is it because you no longer possess the freedom you did?"
The priestly-looking metal amalgamation stood, then, and waited for a response. Periodically, there would be an increased sound of whirring in the cylinder on his back, which would, as before, fade after a moment or two. Sometimes there would be a faint buzzing noise from his mouthpiece or a subtle fading of his "eye"-lights, but none of these things would ever last more than twenty seconds or so.

[Silvia A. Carter]

She froze as she saw the yellow lights that this being had for eyes. The figure was wearing a robe with a strange symbol on it and she smelt a distinctly mechanic scent from it. But there was a slight smell of flesh too.
"I am not a threat to you," The mechanical voice said and she sat down facing him, her ears pricked. "Not at this moment, I am not. Your aggression is excessive. I would like to know why that is."

"My aggression is directed at male humans. One in particular separated me from my mother, then killed my mother in front of me as I was being captured." She said stonily and then looked at her paws. "Is that enough information for you? Or would you like to know that she rests within these prison walls." She added and noticed the tank on his back and its occasional whirring. Her hazel-green eyes took in the hood of the robe that went over the top of his head.
"You are able to become a canine. Is that the source of your aggression?" The being asked and she shook her head.

"No. It is because of my aggression that I turn into a canine." She said formally and frowned slightly, or at least what would have looked like a frown.
"It may be because you have been incarcerated. There are some that do not respond well to that. Is it because you no longer possess the freedom you did?" It asked and she looked up at its yellow flash light eyes.
"Why the sudden interogation and interest?" She asked with a calm voice and she ignored the niggling feeling that this being had once been a person.

The mechanical thing in front of her seemed to be waiting for more answers. She decided then that if he wanted any more information about her then he would have to not interogate her. After all, some people could outsmart a machine right?

[Lucian Verdus]

The response Lucian received caused another, more prolonged, and slightly louder whirring from the cylinder. Faced with such irrationality, Lucian had to rationalize that, indeed, creatures of the chaotic and unsophisticated flesh-based mind made such statements without justifiable reason for it. Irrational minds respected irrationality, and oftentimes such beliefs were left to grow in a mind that knew not how to cope with it, and with reality. It was merely an infant insanity, that would grow if left in an environment where it would thrive. One such as this, where the harsh reality of imprisonment, deception, and segregation were all laid bare, and would bring misery to the imperfect mind.
He would repair her. Such an irrational mindset was nothing short of a threat. "I find it very strange that you would hate all males for the actions of one. Human history has shown that stereotypes and prejudice lead to death," Lucian did not know if evidence would work, as it was an appeal to order and reason, instead of chaos, "Consider: replacing 'male humans' with 'Jewish humans'. Consider: replacing 'male humans' with 'different-skinned humans'. Replace it with 'Americans', 'British', 'French', or any nationality. It all sounds the same. It does not sound as noble or heartrending when you see it as what it truly is. Prejudice. Hate."
At least, Lucian considered, his 'prejudice' of the actions of irrational minds was supported by evidence. Every impure, flesh-thinking human he had found acted similarly, to the point where they had become no less predictable than the machines that they considered uniform in thought and action. It was almost humorous, had he capacity to express humor, though human experience had given him knowledge of human concepts. Irony among them.
The inquiry of his interrogation elicited another whir from the cylinder. It was safer to lie, he concluded, than be seen as what he was. The impure disliked the way he did things, after all. "Simple conversation," he replied. A toneless, emotionless, artificial voice was perhaps the best for lying, and it was even better when one's face showed little more. Nothing in the slightest let on to the fact that he was attempting to fool her, down to the last molecule of his physiology.

[Silvia A. Carter]

"I find it very strange that you would hate all males for the actions of one. Human history has shown that stereotypes and prejudice lead to death," The metalic voice said before she sat down, resisting the urge to rip off his mechanical arm because she thought that he was trying to tell her what to do. She had after all not completed her schooling after being kicked out of her house at thirteen. "Consider: replacing 'male humans' with 'Jewish humans'. Consider: replacing 'male humans' with 'different-skinned humans'. Replace it with 'Americans', 'British', 'French', or any nationality. It all sounds the same. It does not sound as noble or heartrending when you see it as what it truly is. Prejudice. Hate."

"You know nothing about pain or hatred so try lecturing after you have. I assume you have a name, robotic man." She said, trying to not let him see how much he had gotten to her. Maybe she was going crazy, she didn't know but what she did know was that there were people watching her. More whirring came from the cylinders on his back and she realised that he was thinking and this was the noise that showed it.
"Simple conversation," The voice said simply and she knew it was lying.

A brave guard came up behind the robotic man and Silvia did not even acknowledge him until he was within a few steps of the mchanical being. She bowed her head before letting her couped up energy explode. She raced around the mechanical man and went straight for the guard, who dropped his steel bolt cutters. Her body reacted as the man turned and ran. She increased her speed and jumped into the air. She landed on the man's back and dug her claws into his long sleeved black garment. Silvia felt him begin to teeter under her weight and she looked slightly surprised as moments later she was sitting amongst the flowers again.

"Forgive me, but I did not want our conversation to end with a pair of bolt cutters. You were saying?" She stated with a slight wag of her tail. She was proud to have taken the guard down without using her mauling capabilities.

[Lucian Verdus]

"I am beyond pain." The response was prompt, with the very mention of pain. One could almost go so far as to all it automated, which it almost was. "I am the purest form of mind and body. Pain is no longer within my capacity." It paused, at the statement following, and the cylinder whirred yet again. There was a debate within his internal processors about whether or not he should tell her anything. There was little, he eventually decided, to be lost or gained from telling her his name, and if nothing else it may make him an iota more trustworthy. "Lucian Verdus." He replied, at last, his words signaling the end of the whirring from his back-cylinder.

The canine moved, and the audiovisual matrix was picking up something else behind him. He whirled around in time to see the canine leap for the man, observing the bolt cutters on the floor. Had the man thought that he would have gotten far enough into the wire between his external processor and his internal one without getting electrocuted or, at the very least, eviscerated? It was a strange notion. These impure beings had a refusal to do any research on something they planned to kill. Tragically irrational.

"You could be without that anger, and not have to deal with the pain of your mother's death any more." Lucian stated, as soon as it all had died down. "It is a process I have yet to perfect, but potent, and powerful. You will be cured of sadness, of pain, of regret, of anger, and of death. I do not demand that you join me. I ask only that you will consider my words. Any inquiries are welcome."

[Silvia A. Carter]

She pricked her ears as he spoke.
"I am beyond pain. I am the purest form of mind and body. Pain is no longer within my capacity." He said and Slivia looked at him before getting off of the guard and sitting down amongst the flowers.
"I thought as much, so I must be incredibly flawed in your mind." She mused before the whirring in the cylinder on his back increased for a moment.

"Lucian Verdus." The voice said and the whirring halted.
"Silvia Carter." She replied haltingly and felt a rush of relief. The relief came from the fact that she thought he would not harm her. Within fifteen seconds, she was her normal self. Her long chocolate brown hair flopped messily over her shoulders.
"You could be without that anger, and not have to deal with the pain of your mother's death any more." Lucian said and she looked up at him in surprise.

"But without my feelings, I would not be able to access my mutation. Then who would train the Guard's attack dogs?" Silvia pondered before shrugging.
"It is a process I have yet to perfect, but potent, and powerful. You will be cured of sadness, of pain, of regret, of anger, and of death. I do not demand that you join me. I ask only that you will consider my words. Any inquiries are welcome." He said and she smiled for a moment before realising something.
"I would not be able to feel anything any more, would I? Not fall in love or have children. I'm afraid that I wish to keep my mortality and emotions." She said before standing up.

She came closer to him and slowly hugged him, grinning a little.
"But even if I refuse, can we still be friends? Um...sort of like companions?" She asked in a confused voice as she released him and giggled gently.
"I know you are only going to be kind as long as I am useful to you. But I still like you, understand? You have a good personality." She explained her laughter in as clear a manner as she could before she sighed and shrugged. Silvia hoped that he would understand, but maybe he wouldn't?