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Bored. Fayt was bored. He had left Radiation Headquarters earlier in the day and had been wandering around since, somehow finding himself near Iyno Caves. He reached up a hand languidly to fix his eyewear before reaching up farther to fix the tiara he had in his hair. It was like his signature item, somehow managing to survive the corrosive properties in the gas that made up Jupiter.

How long had it been since he'd breathed actual air? Many years, too many years. That air would probably be poison to his lungs now. Or at least close to it. It was getting hotter, he noted, and the sun was definitely higher up in the sky then it had been when he'd first left headquarters. He briefly wondered how many other Radiation members were up and about before dismissing the thought just as quickly as it had come up. If they needed him for anything they would just contact him. Riley would probably be able to find him easy enough. Funny girl that Riley, almost as funny as that Vittani. Vittani could be older than him, no, she was older than him, but he had been here longer. She just came one day and declared herself leader. Fayt smiled at the memory, he had walked out of the room as soon as she had said that. She had been pretty pissed at him about that. Riley, she was probably one of the newest members of the team. She had seen what Vittani could do and had joined in a heartbeat. She probably had her own agenda that one.

Now one couldn't say that Fayt didn't like his own teammates. He just had a certain degree of distrust in all things. He could get along with all of them fairly well anyway. Nil and Niya were alright people. As alright as suspected murderers and convicts could get anyway. Save for the tempers and the random lapses in sanity everybody was pretty civil. Shaking his head slightly to rid himself of his thoughts, Fayt walked closer to the caves, a harsh wind swept across the terrain, causing his trench-coat to whip out behind him. He knew his way around fairly well, after all, there wasn't much to do on a gas planet besides explore and bring back information for those biotists back at headquarters anyway.

He then ducked under the nearest protruding structure to escape the blinding glare of the sun for a bit, this time using both hands to reach up and adjust his eyewear, adjusting the view to scan the horizon, he only had a pair of sai with him today along with a few throwing knives. He'd left before most of the biotists had gotten up, it would be bad if he was caught unawares. The coast looked clear. He sank to the "floor" and leaned his head back on the structure, letting his legs rest for a bit. Those Biohazards should be up by now. He scoffed as he stuck one leg out to stretch it, what right had they to come and try to take their home? Hadn't they been the ones to send them here anyway? Such hypocrites those Biohazardists were...

((I hope this post was acceptable? It's just a little character development since I think almost everybody is engaged in some sort of conversation with one another?))