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Errikos moved through the halls with intentionally quiet steps, as he usually did. He was on edge this time as he saw the situation in the medical wing had been secured and, nothing else stood out on the cameras but when he was in his body, he couldn’t watch everything like normal. His body felt just a touch out of synch with his movements, as if there was a visual lag, a tear in the screen between mismatched refresh rates. It happened when he spent a long time out of his body as his presence… his soul, his ghost got used to being in a body again. The sinister red glow of the halls punctuated with bright yellow flashes made the walk all the more ominous as the red light didn’t illuminate as well.

As he neared the medical wing he could hear Featherswallow talking, just at the end to hear her talk about grabbing Bahamut alive to focus on a cure, his face betrayed no emotion on the matter as he entered the room. He noted Garuda’s response, her state was heightened, clearly not as detached from the situation as the scientist was understandably. He noted the flyboys response and nodded in understanding with the idea of possibly needing to kill the renegade Aeon. He walked through the door and posted on the wall besides it, listening to the conversation break down.

Then the royalty spoke.

His eyes darted towards her as she shared the story of Hellon Fort and, more specifically Junon port. The ships she mentioned. Pursed lips under an arched eyebrow showed his response. His eyes flickered an electronic yellow as he passively entered the surveillance system in the room. Virus didn’t have to fully exit his body to do that much but the idea of essentially splitting himself was never one he was particularly fond of. His body stayed propped against the wall, and he observed the conversation, paying particular focus to when the fungi expert began speaking. It seemed almost too fitting that she was here, somewhere in the digital aether, Virus smiled at the choice to task her with this group for Bahamut. It was appropriate. However, considering her description of fungi spores and the possibility of an airborne infection, Virus snapped a majority of attention back to Errikos who promptly took a moment to put his filtered helmet back on before snapping back into the system. It wasn’t uncommon to wear some form of filtration in operational areas due to the stigma infection and an individual’s varying paranoia on how honest/competent the UDF were in researching it. Errikos purposely chose the full enclosure as it brought a heads-up display with it. That HUD didn’t really matter a lot to him, but it allowed Virus to use the helmet as a springboard to jump into connected tech more easily. It had the mild benefit of slightly masking when his eyes lit up.

Through the earpiece comms Virus simply commented: [color=66CDAA]“If it’s airborne, we’d be smart to make sure filtration is solid.”[/color]
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Errikos spent a long time observing. This whole post is kinda fluff. Errikos had a physical response when Scylla mentioned Hellon Ford and Junon.
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