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Although it had only been minutes since Jordan called up to Midas’ office to tell him that they had acquired a specimen while in the sewers outside of the underground laboratories that reside in the sublevels of the Midas Industries facility, it seemed as if much more time had passed. It was times like this when Midas cursed the speed of his private elevator, which allowed him easy access from his office directly to the sublevels of Midas Industries. Although the elevator itself surpassed the speed of traditional elevators, for a man like Midas, it was never fast enough. Especially if the screenshot that Jordan had sent him from his body cam was to be believed. It seemed that in an era of “Gods and Monsters,” Mr. Jordan may have delivered the latter directly to his doorstep.

It was certainly an interesting prospect. Should he be able to convince this being to join his cause, he could be on the verge of accomplishing something truly great.

As the elevator came to  a stop in the sublevels of the Midas Industries industrial complex, his heart began to raise with anticipation, and when the doors finally opened and he laid eyes on the mysterious being that had allowed Jordan and his men to bring her to him, all expectations were exceeded. The woman, who stood just a few inches under seven feet tall, with skin almost as black as pitch was a sight to behold. Though she had agreed to follow his men, something about the way that she held herself suggested that she was powerful indeed. Midas just hoped that he would be able to harness that power for himself and his cause.

“I must say, when Mr. Jordan called me to let me know that he had discovered you down below, I was not prepared for you.” Midas said with the smile of a snake oil salesman. “I’m Richard Midas, and I’d like to welcome you to Lost Haven.”

Raeviir regarded the man with a mixture of amusement, interest, and barely-concealed contempt. This was just another human - just as ordinary a meatsack as everyone else around here. He wasn’t armed, however - was he a fool or arrogant? Even the men who had found her were armed, and they had paled before her strength, and now this… this [i]man[/i] dared to stand before her, weaponless? Raeviir didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. [color=9e005d]”For a man named Midas, and the esteem with which these little bugs held you in… I’m disappointed. Where’s the gold? Where’s the opulence? All I see in front of me is a short little human male. You’re all [i]males[/i]. All of you, no doubt holding your women in bondage and slavery as you always are.”[/color] Raeviir scoffed, her emerald eyes glowing brightly with emotion; disgust, boredom, disappointment. [color=9e005d]”I can guarantee you, human, that none of your kind are [i]ever[/i] ready… especially for me. Thanks for your welcome. I suppose I should at least extend you the courtesy of my name… Raeviir El’Anadar, Pathfinder and Kinslayer.”[/color]

Behind her, one of the armed men, no doubt tired of Raeviir’s attitude towards them all, and especially Midas, went to raise his weapon. In less than a heartbeat, Raeviir whirled around, drawing her scimitar and activating the runes, flooding the area with a burst of faerzress energy, and igniting the blade’s acidic venom. [color=9e005d]”Drop the fucking weapon, you idiot. I guarantee you I’ll remove your head from your pathetic little shoulders quicker than you can even raise that to fire at me. I’ve had [i]children[/i] tougher than you try to kill me and fail.”[/color] Raeviir’s face was contorted into a vicious snarl, her teeth bared and her voice dripping with hatred. [color=9e005d]”I said, [i]DROP IT![/i]”[/color] Raeviir pushed the blade in contact with the man’s helmet, where the caustic fluids coating the blade began to corrode the helmet’s metal, green flame licking at the man’s head.

[i]Humans. Always the [b]fucking[/b] same.[/i]

Midas had been at the ready with a witty retort, however, as he watched the acid from the strange woman’s blade eat its way through the helmet, and if it hadn’t been for the quick reaction of the man, who ripped his helmet off and flung it away from himself, the acid very well could have eaten away into his flesh,  he felt all urges for witticism fall to the wayside. Midas now knew that this woman, whoever...whatever she was, was not someone to be taken lightly. She was a woman of incredible skill, if not incredible power, and it would be in his best interest to not only avoid the woman’s ire, but somehow get her to join forces with him. 

“I assure you, my lady, we most certainly are not all the same.” Midas said cooly, doing his best to conceal the very real horror that he was feeling, not only due to this woman’s show of aggression, but the thought that he could suffer a similar fate as his man’s helmet.. “Now, if you’d follow me, I would love to show you around.” Midas said as he motioned for her to follow.

[color=9e005d]”You can assure me all you want, human- Midas, it doesn’t make a damned bit of difference. I’ve had three times your lifetime of experience. You’re just lucky I’ve nobody else to turn to… or at least, I haven’t had chance to see anyone else before your men picked me up in those damned sewers.”[/color] Raeviir snarled and lowered her sword, the man she’d threatened having thrown away both his weapon and his helmet, which was beginning to corrode at an alarming rate, eventually igniting in a burst of green flames. Raeviir scoffed and turned back to Midas. 
[color=9e005d]”Fine. I suppose I’ll see whatever it is you have to show me… and you won’t need your guards. Two reasons...”[/color] Raeviir’s snarl turned into a smirk of self-satisfaction, bordering on outright arrogance. [color=9e005d]”Number one, it’s not polite to show a lady around whilst shoving a gun in her back. And two… In the time it would take them to raise their weapons in the first place, you’d be a headless corpse, twitching on the floor.”[/color]

Nevertheless, Raeviir sheathed Suffering. [color=9e005d]”Off we go. Any traps and you all die screaming. I swear it by the Queen.”[/color]

“There will be no need for that.” Midas said as he ordered his men to fall back. “Right this way my dear, I have so much to show you.” He said as if he were trying to regain control of the situation before he led her into the heart of the complex.

Raeviir’s menacing tone did not budge. She looked at Midas, staring deep into his eyes, almost right through him. She knew she was at the advantage here, and she knew she would eke every single moment of power over these humans. And she’d enjoy it. [color=9e005d]”I will be the judge of that. On both counts.”[/color]

“Indeed, I’m sure.” Midas said in a tone that was meant to placate the bizarre woman. He had already gotten off on the wrong foot with Racheli, and that was a mistake that he attempting to avoid with this creature. As he approached the doorway into the facility, he paused momentarily and motioned for her to follow. “This way, Lady Raeviir, I have someone that I am looking forward to having make your acquaintance.”