The man waited patiently for one of them to talk and turned away once the boy with ghostly pale skin and a shock of orangish-red hair spoke up, tripping over his words as they spilled out of his lips. "[color=00a651]Where are we? I- Why are we here? This isn't bad, right?[/color]" He asked and even with his back toward the boy, he could still feel the kid's frantic eyes staring into his back as if it had the answer written across it. Well, it [i]did[/i] have the answer written across it. The boy just didn't know what it meant yet.

The man's lips began to part, before pressing back together at the sound of another voice, the blonde mirroring the boy's question. [color=lightcoral]"Okay. Who are you and why did that man want to kill us? And what was that black stuff? "[/color] She questioned him, having the wits about her to ask about what restrained her. She had a feigned confidence to her voice. Or perhaps it wasn't feigned. Perhaps she was just an overconfident brat that had no idea what she was in for. She had told him that she was neither bold nor impotent. To try and throw around Phi and fail so spectacularly spoke much more strongly than her words. She'd probably die in her next confrontation. Kids like that rarely lived long. Their brains tended to be wired to shut out anything he did to teach them.

The man made a mental note of her. [i]Dead on arrival.[/i]

"[color=00a651]Because if I'm going to die a tragic death, I could have done it back there and I'm still not feeling it,[/color]" the boy spoke again with a nervous laughter that reminded the man of his first experience with an Omega. He had laughed too. Gallows humour. It tended to help a lot of folks get through tragedy.

The man made another note, letting out a puff of smoke as a mental period to his thought. [i]He might have a fighting chance.[/i]

He let out a quiet hiss as the pain of antiseptic began to sizzle away at the open wound, stinging sharply along the crudely sealed wound. He had improvised in a rush to treat the wound from Phi and used butchers twine instead of thread to sew shut his wound. It'd leave uglier scars to accompany the new gash that ran just left of his gut, three inches in length, deep enough to make it gurgle up blood before being packed with gauze and sewn shut.

Wound closed and blood partially washed away by the hydrogen peroxide he turned and planted his two bare feet. He had long gaunt limbs with a sharp chin and aquiline nose. His face glowed a sullen maroon from the already dying light in the cigarette which trickled visible streams of smoke with every long slow breath. He eyed them up and down, offering only a flat neutral expression to the lot of them. Deciding that enough time had been wasted, he reached a hand farther into the light from the naked bulb, deciding to answer one of the questions right out of the gate. The hand was plain. Pale skin, short trimmed nails with pink nailbeds, long fingers with callouses running along the palms of his hand. The blackness from the cafe emerged from beyond the light and moved like a snake up his back until it squirmed along his arm and wrapped around the outstretched hand, making it appear as if it had been dipped in ink. The fingers stretched and drooped, coming to long talon. The hand looked sickly and unnatural. They type of unnatural that would make a priest run the other way and cry that Lucifer himself walks the world. 

"[color=LightBlue]You are in the holding room of my home while I decide what to do with you. Any more information could compromise my chapter of the order, so you'll have to allow me some time to decide what is on a need to know basis and what you two [i]need[/i] to know.[/color]" He spoke in a polite and gentle tone, retracting his hand from the light and dismissing the shadow as he did so. "[color=LightBlue]The one who tried to kill you was a member of the Omega order, a metahuman hunter known only as Phi. He is their order's bloodhound and holds a sterling record for subdued metahumans such as yourselves. So, yes. This is bad. Your current location is the safest you'll ever. You're welcome to leave, though I cannot guarantee your safety.[/color]"

"[color=LightBlue]I am Epsilon,[/color]" The metahuman began to conclude his little introduction, "[color=LightBlue]or the Revenant if you're at all familiar with cryptozoology. You're in the current home of the Alpha Order's recruitment chapter and I'm offering the lot of you a chance to make some use of yourselves and a chance to survive. I am not going to promise you will survive if you join, but I can promise you will the moment Phi has a chance to locate either of you again.[/color]" Epsilon reached down and tossed the pair of cellphones that belong to the girl and boy, two spears of raw black energy that seemed to absorb the light that touched them lurching out of the darkness and slicing through the phones as if they were made of tissue paper. "[color=LightBlue]Any contact to the outside world is strictly prohibited and any connection to an internet enabled device will result in more than just your own death from this point forward. Now chose,[/color]" Epsilon ordered, standing up from his seat with a rigid spine, his freshly sealed wound threatening to burst at the seams. "[color=LightBlue]Will you join us or leave?[/color]"

Epsilon thought for a moment to mention that if they were to attempt to leave, deciding it was best to hold his tongue. Knowing Phi, everything they had any involvement in was being scoured for information and their loved ones were likely going through [i][b]advanced interrogation techniques.[/b][/i] If they knew what was happening, they'd want to run and save their families. Epsilon held his tongue because he knew that by the time they found their loved ones, it'd be to late. There wouldn't be anything recognizable left.