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If it were possible for one to ooze annoyance without a specific mutation to allow it, Shy would be doing so right now. The young hermit was glaring at nothing, as he used no computer screen, all the images from Revolve's many security cameras were channeled directly into his computer-like brain for observation. The foolish organic had really thought that he could overcome Revolve? Overcome his island? The very idea caused one corner of his thin lips to twist into a tiny hint of an arrogant smirk. Foolish organic. No one could overcome his island, not with such a vigilant god overseeing it. Oh no, Shy did not have a grossly over sized ego. Not at all.
Shy had little trouble detecting an anomaly during the mutant's early approach, and being a god of logic and consistency, Shy did not appreciate anomalies. Within a matter of seconds, the reclusive mutant had sounded the alarm and ordered any loose mutant to be returned to their cells. Fortunately, it was early enough in the day where very few mutants would be loose, only those who had a job which required them to be up at sunrise, it was the alarm itself which drew attention. It was loud enough to wake the slumbering inmates from their sleep and draw the more curious ones to try and catch a glimpse of what was going on outside.
It was, of course, far more of an effort made than a problem presented. As it always was. These foolish organics. Shy gave a short, quite exhale through his nose in a n attempt to wave the entire ruckus from his mind, silencing the alarm and sending the message for the guards to stand down, everything had been taken care of. His step-sister had behaved quite well, he had noted. The shy god of the island was beginning to wonder about her, but that was an issue for later. This particular mutant matched records with another new arrival, and their bloodlines were a troubling thing, especially given the scene the newest arrival had put on. He would have to inform Fischer, the guards in Blue would have to be extra vigilant to ensure that peace was kept on his island.
Shy had little trouble detecting an anomaly during the mutant's early approach, and being a god of logic and consistency, Shy did not appreciate anomalies. Within a matter of seconds, the reclusive mutant had sounded the alarm and ordered any loose mutant to be returned to their cells. Fortunately, it was early enough in the day where very few mutants would be loose, only those who had a job which required them to be up at sunrise, it was the alarm itself which drew attention. It was loud enough to wake the slumbering inmates from their sleep and draw the more curious ones to try and catch a glimpse of what was going on outside.
It was, of course, far more of an effort made than a problem presented. As it always was. These foolish organics. Shy gave a short, quite exhale through his nose in a n attempt to wave the entire ruckus from his mind, silencing the alarm and sending the message for the guards to stand down, everything had been taken care of. His step-sister had behaved quite well, he had noted. The shy god of the island was beginning to wonder about her, but that was an issue for later. This particular mutant matched records with another new arrival, and their bloodlines were a troubling thing, especially given the scene the newest arrival had put on. He would have to inform Fischer, the guards in Blue would have to be extra vigilant to ensure that peace was kept on his island.