[center][h1][color=darkgreen][b]The Doom Slayer[/b][/color][/h1][/center] [center][color=darkgreen]Location - [i]Some place that isn't hell[/i] Mood - [i]..Are you fucking kidding me?.[/i] Status - [i]...[/i][/color] [/center] [hr] I gritted my teeth upon hearing Luthor’s refusal in his polite tone. He couldn’t send me back yet because he needed to exploit my abilities for rather dire aid. How he even knew about me didn’t concern me. It wasn’t surprising, after all, when the demons kept records of my crusade against them. So either Luthor stumbled across one of those records or he acquired the knowledge through a method unbeknownst to me. However, regardless of what Luthor claimed, I crossed my arms, an obvious statement that I remained skeptical. But Vega spoke once again. [i]“Mister Luthor, we appreciate your willingness to explain the situation we are currently in, but in order for us to begin to trust you, both I and the Doom Marine require more than vague details of the issue you require aid with. Would that also be related in any way to the alterations made to the Slayer’s brain when I ran a scan on his suit? These alterations are concerning as they affect regions associated for vital functions such as breathing and sleeping.”[/i] My posture did not change, but underneath my helmet, I felt the corners of my lip curl upwards. Heh, if Luthor wanted to dance around us by dangling some promise of a ‘reward’ then he could do that all he wanted. Vega and I would challenge him at every turn. And the moment those alterations were reversed, I was done helping Luthor. My head tilted upwards ever so slightly when Vega sounded as though he was speaking directly into my ears. Must be using the internal speakers this time. I did not nod nor was there a change in my posture. Only a grunt of affirmation while Luthor went on explaining things. And while Luthor explained things, pop ups appeared on my visor and walls of texts scrolled down them. I raised an eyebrow as the pop ups appeared and disappeared in mere seconds. Vega was rushing to acquire as much information he could. A few glimpses of the text revealed... [@Thatguyinastore] [@Chung] [@darkred]