04-20-2013, 06:53 AM
Within a large and dark room was a single chair that was seen only thanks to a single lamp dangling by a wire. Within that same chair sat a young male who wore the suit that differed from all the other agents as they all should've been. Both his arms resting upon his knees as his head hung downward toward the floor, both of his eyes had been bandaged as every deep breathe he had exhaled came out to be a visible breath of pure coldness. The room itself was completely surrounded in ice to the point that if someone were to step into the room without an exo-suit of any sort on they would instantly be frozen solid. The male who sat in the chair was named 'Frost' due to the mutation his suit power had given him. It had felt as though it had been centuries since the last time he had exited out of the room he had been locked within. Thankfully, Frost had finally learned to master the use of his suit as the large metal doors began to unlock itself. Loud banging and crashing had come from the metal door to indicate that there had been many different types of locks that were placed upon it to keep him from leaving before in the past.
With the bright light of the outside of his room, Frost stood up from his seat as he took slow steps out of his room. Unlike many agents who had seemed to had wore their battle suits outside of their rooms to prepare for some sort of briefing of yet another mission he had heard from within his room. Frost turned his gaze left and right to see that many people who walked past him had stared toward him as though he was different compared to them all. Even though he had worn his inner suit rather then his battle one and with the black screened helmet covering his face, Frost still had required the bandages to be on the outside as extra protection for his eyes. Not to mention his entire body was covered in ice from head to toe, so every step he took forward the sound of ice breaking was easily heard; just the sight of him walking would give anyone the thought that his suit was prepared to crumble to pieces at any moment.
The agency had released him from his room after he had learned to control his exo-suit, there was no doubt in his mind that they were obviously letting him know that he was ready for missions. Turning his attention back toward the entrance to his room, Frost slowly dragged his feet across the metal flooring as he returned into his room for only a single moment. Stretching both his arms in opposite directions, sudden metal arms had stretched out from the darkness of the room itself as they immediately shrouded his body in a cloak-like battle suit. Staring down at both his hands, Frost had began to move his fingers slowly to see if the suit would follow his commands as he had trained to do rather then lose control of himself once more. From underneath the helmet, a small smile came across his lips as he returned out of his room only to slam the metal door shut behind him. 'The briefing room..' he mentally spoke to himself as he turned his attention left and right for only a moment to figure out where to go. Instantly from within the helmet, a large map had formed on his hud as it began to give him directions on where to go. Obviously enough, Frost was unable to see the actual map but luckily it had voice directions to tell him in which direction he was to go. Instantly Frost had began to make his way toward the briefing room as each step he had taken, he was easily able to feel the vibrations on the floor of everyone around him. After training all of his senses, the point of sight was no longer an issue to him.
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