All was quiet, nothing was stirring, not even a mouse.

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[Hah! Not if Ivan had something he could do about it. The impudent Russian had managed to stumble his way into the loudspeaker control room after an afternoon of binge eating (read as: a normal afternoon), and that meant all hell for the Nexus.

He leaned in close to the control panel, surveying the slew of slides and circular buttons. One idea and a foreboding smile later, Ivan eased all the volume meters to full with the palm of his hand before falling back into the cushioned control chair. He picked up the microphone in one hand and cleared his throat.

A push of a button later, and he was on the air, voice boomingly loud.]

HELLO, NEXUS. THIS IS MAJOR IVAN RAIDENOVITCH RAIKOV. I WOULD JUST LIKE TO INFORM EVERY ONE THAT I AM THE NEW SO-CALLED "COLONEL" OF THIS BUILDING. HAH, SO I GUESS YOU SHOULD CALL ME COLONEL RAIKOV. HAHAHA. ANYWAY~ ANY INQUIRIES SHOULD BE DIRECTED TO ME OR MY SECRETARY--ANY BEAUTIFUL MAN WHO WOULD LIKE THAT JOB IS WELCOME~ JUST MEET ME IN MY ROOM LATER.

AHEM, ANY FOOD, PROVISIONS, SUPPLIES--MUST BE PASSED THROUGH ME.

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL, YOU SHOULD ALL BE GOOD LITTLE MAGGOTS AND DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD! STAY OUT OF MY WAY AND WE'LL BE HAPPY.

(no subject)

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[It felt so strange to be human again. Raiden found himself grabbing some of his weapons and heading to the roof. He could feel the coolness of the breeze on his skin. It felt foreign to him. Had he really got used to being a cyborg after all these years?

Is this what it felt to be normal again?

He picked up one of his swords and began slashing it around, the movements familiar but sluggish. Getting used to this body would take some time - Jack figured he had about three days. Faintly he wondered if he would see anyone he knew; the man couldn't even remember the last time he was out of his apartment. Maybe today would be his lucky day.]