[sub][color=c0c0c0]V I C “BLOODHOUND” G R I N Z[/color] [color=FFFFFF]—[/color] [color=c0c0c0]UDF: Cetra East Command[/color] [color=FFFFFF]—[/color] [color=c0c0c0] 6:00am[/color] [color=FFFFFF]—[/color] [@Prisk][/sub]

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[color=990000]“Your leash is off.”[/color] A voice in the void spoke.

[color=990000]“But your tail is ours.”[/color] Another voice bounced off the walls of Vic’s mind.

Visual flashes of horrific monsters torn asunder by his own hands streamed through Vic's cortex. Vic had not known rest since he turned into an Aeon. He had not known peace, and he began to lose sight of who he was and what he had become. Another visual flash ripped across his mind as he ripped apart a Stigma by manipulating his Aeon’s powers in memory. Then there was the scent of blood. The smell of blood was constant in Vic’s sensory experience, his Aeon never stopped, like a dog using its nose to understand everything around itself. His Aeon identified if someone was scared, frustrated, happy, horny, and everything in between…simply by smelling their blood that carried hormones. 

[center][color=FFFFFF][i]A curse…[/i][/color]

[color=FFFFFF][i]Vic never did see what happened to him to be anything much more than that…a god-forsaken curse…[/i][/color]

[color=FFFFFF][i]A reminder that he did not need to die to be cast into Hell, similar to Dante, but without Virgil to guide…[/i][/color][/center]

[i]Fwop Fwop Fwop Fwop[/i]

The rotary blades of the chopper tranced Vic to sleep. Until now, his eyelids rolling up like ancient scrolls, each bloodshot with pupils black as the tip of a quill pen dipped in ink. His head rested against the thin pad of a seat at the edge closest to a chopper door. He was geared up, shipped out, and on his way to meet the new team he was assigned to. A new direction for his handler - to be a part of a team - and the U.D.F.  The radio chattered on, [color=4373C0]“ETA 5 minutes.”[/color] The pilot reported over communications as a small sway occurred and the helicopter’s pitch dropped. 

One last safety check. Vic checked his weapon’s safety, and gear straps, and then pulled out a small syringe of blood. Darting himself in the thigh, his eyes began to look as if they had more rest, and the color returned from black to green. The fresh blood coursed through him like adrenaline to a human being, but without the jittery side effects. The helicopter touched down shaking Vic slightly. Vic slid the door open and hopped out. Standing directly in front of him was General Benjamin Regardie. Vic sized him up and with no salute he looked at the General,[color=FFFFFF]“Benji.”[/color] Vic’s eyes twisting the historical knots of time in the space between him and the General, [color=556b2f]“Grinz.”[/color] The two are in a deadlock of memories, not egos. Fate would have it that on Vic’s first assignment with the UDF, he was tasked with protecting a valuable asset, a young officer traveling to one of the Stigma zones, that young officer was Benjamin Regardie. He would have been killed too if Vic had not saved his life by manipulating the blood of a few dying soldiers and stopping the arterial bleeding of the officer’s leg and hip. Vic got him back on the bird and not shortly after was that young officer climbing ranks with battle stories to prove his gumption. 

[color=c0c0c0]“You look like shit Grinz.”[/color] Benji said. Vic nodded and responded,[color=FFFFFF]“I feel like it too.”[/color] Benji stretched out his hand and the two respectfully shook.[color=556b2f]“I take it you were briefed on the way here by your handler?”[/color] Vic nodded again. [color=556b2f]“Good because you are late to the briefing, get in the jeep, and when you get to the bird, follow the orders of Emilia “Garuda” Lange and do your job.”[/color] Vic nodded, [color=FFFFFF]“Glad to see you are letting the misfits run loose together.”[/color] Benjamin retorted, [color=556b2f]“This fucking carnival was not my decision, don’t give me a reason to shut it down or I will!”[/color] Vic nodded for a third time, [color=FFFFFF]“Benji.”[/color] Vic saluted and walked passed Benjamin Regardie. Right behind him was a jeep with a soldier inside waiting for Vic to hop in. The jeep drove off toward the gunship that had been boarded by the team, outside was a young attractive Aeon standing at the ready, it appeared she was checking to see if anyone else was intending to add to their numbers. The jeep’s brakes were pressed about 10 yards out and rolled into about 7 yards short of the gunship. Vic departed and shuffled to the gunship door, [color=FFFFFF]“Are you Emilia Lange?”[/color]
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