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Eleven took a quick second to process what Two had told him. Lab experiments, some shadowy group of motherfuckers, that must be what Dark Anarchy was, had used him, or all of them with a number, as a lab rat then stuck them in pods, for who the fuck knows for how long, and forgot about them. He couldn’t imagine agreeing to being some kind of lab rat like this, or at least who was now without his memories didn’t. He didn’t have time to wonder about what it meant, philosophically, to have lost all personal memories right now. He decided immediately that he liked Two, she didn’t point her gun at him, big plus, and gave him enough information that he had some sort of idea what was going on. He pegged Two as reasonable, someone he didn’t think he’d have an issue working with in this weird situation they all seemed to be in. Ten, who scolded Eleven on his language, immediately struck him as a tool. 

[color=maroon]“Are you fucking kidding me with that right now? You know it’s not the eighteen fucking hundreds right, mate? And I don’t see any [i]ladies[/i] here,”[/color] Eleven paused and took an exaggerated scan around the room, he saw two women armed with some heavy firepower and another covered in blood that did not appear to be her own. [color=maroon]“I see some badass [i]motherfuckers[/i] looking like they’re ready to kick ass and fuck shit up, but no ladies in need of protection from fucking swearing. Just to be fair though quick poll; does anyone here feel like they can’t handle adult language?”[/color] He kept his eyes locked with Ten sizing the man up, although he knew he should be more worried about Nine, the woman who held the gun on him, his annoyance with Ten took a stronger hold of him. He asked his question louder than necessary and smirked at Ten. He took the man’s comment about language as a challenge, which coupled with the way Ten moved to stand between him and the others and his gestures made Eleven think the other man was trying to show some sort of dominance over him. No way was Eleven about to play beta to some tool who was worried about looking like the tough guy of the group when there was bigger shit going on. 

It was more than that though, Ten had a few inches on him and a solid build, the way he stood and moved made Eleven think he knew how to fight and more than anything he was hungry for good fight. His mouth was dry and his stomach was empty, but he craved adrenaline more than food or water. He didn’t know how long he’d been in that pod but his body knew it had been far too long since he’d hit anything, or been hit. His knuckles were unbruised and his muscles were stiff from lack of use; Eleven need some kind of action something to cure his restlessness. He knew they were likely going to have to be allies, the guy was a fellow lab rat, and Eleven wasn’t interested in really hurting him but rather wanted to goad the larger man in to friendly brawl just to see who would win. As far as he was concerned the best way to solve differences was to fight it out and then get over it. [color=maroon]"Seems the only lady here, is you."[/color] He said, coldly, before cracking first his knuckles, and then his neck. He instinctively moved his footing into more of a boxer's stance but kept his arms down and more relaxed, only slightly readying himself in case the man accepted the challenge. Before anything more happened another man entered the room and Eleven allowed his attention to fall on the new guy for just a split second; he seemed to be another lab rat looking for answers. [i]Shit, how many are there?[/i] He wondered.