The Temple of Artemis(Pre-Event/Intro Thread)

[Albert Wesker]

Not everyone was so willing to accept the situation at hand and help this 'Teucer'. Understandable enough. Even Colonel himself was somewhat less than pleased with the manner he'd been brought here and 'asked' for his assistance. But given the predicament the entrapped phantom was in, he supposed it was only natural. Desperate times called for desperate measures. There was every chance that until now there had been no opportunity whatsoever at even a chance for freedom. With all the other ways in which the strange, twisted physics of this Omniverse had toyed with everything taken to be 'normal'...

It wasn't such a stretch of the imagination.

His brief surface examination of the others that had arrived left him less than impressed. Not many of them looked like much on the surface. Judging a book by its cover was a good way to wind up in a poor spot, as past experience had taught him. Megaman hadn't looked like much on the surface, but he was something special past that unimpressive outer appearance.

How many of these otherwise unassuming folk might be the same?

He observed for a moment the few who spoke directly to the spirit himself, trying to gain some measure of what they might be planning in this sorry situation by their words and bearing. But he might as well have been trying to read battle plans off a blank wall.

The mask of careful, patient neutrality didn't betray his frustration at the entire scene, nor did it let even a glimmer of surprise at the...he almost hesitated to call it a voice that resounded through the relative quiet of the scene. It was more what was said that what it sounded like that drew his focus. Zeroing in on the speaker, his faintly luminous gaze falling upon the towering form of something...clad in a mass of what might generously be called armor. The insignia born on the shield he held up upon speaking — Colonel was familiar with it. The Institute. Another one lending their skills to Nealaphh, here of all places.

Whether it was fortune or sheer happenstance, it was hard to tell.

Whatever the reason, informing the behemoth of their shared organizational ties could hardly be a negative decision. Such was his chief thought as he strode across the marble floors, heavy footfalls resounding with a metallic clink, clang as he went. "Judging by that symbol you've got there, it seems we're part of the same organization." Straight and to the point, he wasted no excess words as he reached easy speaking distance with the insignia-bearing...man.

The arm normally bearing his saber raised up, crossed over his chest toward the opposite shoulder, rising up in a blur, closed fist pointed toward the sky: a salute. "Colonel. Vice-Dean of the Security Branch. Reporting."