I found...manbearpig? (closed to Origin)

Antarctica, a cold and desolate place with very little use to the modern man. The one thing that it could serve as however, a breeding ground for cold-resistant bacteria. What could cold resistant bateria be useful for, and who to? None other than Zell Atterius, the CEO of genetech and billinaire philanthropst. On this particular day, fate would weave in an interesting turn of events. Zell was here with a member of S.T.A.R.K, Specter, whi was out doing recon and survaying the nearby area for any unwanted 'visitors' that could happen upon the small encampment that Zell and the scientists worked so hard to maintain and upkeep.
  Zell was dressed heads to toe in his Antarctic gear, his favorite peice being the  helmet with his nation's flag. The fact that the Canadian government had decided to get behind the research and granted him some extra funding wa s ahuge deal, and had he not gotten this approved he'd not have the awesome detail to the headpeice. In his 'warm', a term to which he had taken to using rather lightly, tent he sat at a laptop, processing statistical data, trying to tirangulate and pinpoint the locations of the best bacteria breeding, and to begin formulating a toxin to kill off the weaker species and facilitate evoluton.
Specter walked through the tent, abusing his phasing powers once again. He looked over Zell's shoulder and placed a hand on the younger male, who was working ever so diligently.
  "Well well well. Look at you, working oh so hard." Specter said through his very thick russian accent. He chuckled when Zell shook his head, finding theritual of praying for Specter to take his job seriously hopeless. If Zell was not in the exo suits, Specter thought he sat around and looked at pictures and youtube videos.
  "Keep your job up, I want us out of this frozen hell hole as soon as we can g-."Zell ordered. Suddenly a map came up on his laptop, and a blinking red dot began sounding out. Something had entered the vicinity. Zell looked back to Specter, but he was already gone.

The wind had a chill of 40 degrees. Its icy touch of the breeze was near unbearable and penetrated most clothing. Origin had been wandering the area in look for some food whether it be a bit of frozen peachs or it could be that damn sensation for some more eucalyptus. He had loved the sound of that actually.. His mind wandered off into finding his personal stash back at where he currently resided in a cave nearby. He had grow fond of being quite the lazy fellow. Even though he was only a good 20 steps away from the entrance he brushed it off.

"What is that smell?" as he took a deep waft of a strange scent through his muzzle.

Has to be some natives he thought as he made his way through the piercing winds. It was nothing really to Origin due to his double lair coat of thick dreaded fur. You could probably shave him and make a good 3-4 well made coats and never be cold again. Origin whimpered at the thought of him being stripped of his pride. He let out a low chuckling scoff "I'd like to see someone try.." As he made his rounds of the area the scent grew stronger as he moved north. Origin started to get a bit queasy and that only meant that something was off. Someone was around and he wanted to find them, not to hurt them but to see if they needed any help. He did stand at 6 foot so he never knew what kind of reaction someone was going to give him. Normally they cower in fear when they see his scarred face, long dreaded locks coming from his head and quite big teeth. Even though he knew that he wouldn't harm someone, he also knew most people judged you on first look but, he always gave people the benefit of the doubt.

As Origin searched for a bit his nose started tickling from the scent being so strong. It was the kind of tickle that festered at the back of his sinus for a moment, then he let out a roar of a sneeze. Right then he knew that wasn't good, he had probably alerted who ever was in the tent about 20 paces ahead. He quickly got low to the ground and snuggled his weight on to all fours pressing his body into the ground. He was trying to look like a mound of snow, with all the icy winds who knew if someone would look past him or not. He saw movement in the light and it looked as if they were frantically checking for something. He tried to stay as still as possible.

Origin thought it best to wait this situation out.

Zell was still at the laptop, doinng what needed to be done in order for him to get the heck out of dodge before some form of international invader or meta-creature attacked the camp of his scientists. Zell himself lacked an Exo-suit at this time, so it was up to literally ZELL and Specter to divert any threat possible. However, Zell was currently needed to work the computers. Specter on the other hand was another story.
Specter made his way through the snow at a normal human pace. He was still phased through, and as such the cold and the wind didn't do anything to him, so his speed remained unhindered. He managed to make it about fifteen paces out before noticing a rather large looking bear-man. Specter looked at it then blinked, rubbign his eyes and looking again. He then pulled out his flask, which was filled with Vodka and poured it out onto the ground, blaming his russian compulsion to drink for the visiage before him. Seeing as it was still there, Specter picked up his communicator. He pressed the button.
"Zell...I found him..."
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Zell was STILL helping the scientists finilize the toxin, when he heard his communicator buzz through. HGe took it out quickly and pressed his own button to recieve the message. He sighed at his drunk associate's lack of information as to whom he found. With an annowed growl he pressed the other button and spoke back.
"Who did you find?" He asked, annoyed.
"Manbearpig." Specter said, causing ell to chuckle a little at the weird way he said bear. Zell sighed and figured he needed to retrieve his mentally 'handicapped' companion. With his suit zipped up he took of in the direction of the signal specter's communicator had released. Zell was not ill prepared however. True he could not take an exo suit with government agents and the like crawling around, but he did bring his favorite toys for anyone who wanted to play. He would use his no exo suit armments (Ouroboros items) and be ready for anything. Not that he was expecting manbearpig, but a bear wasn't exactly the best of company.

(Thread = Dead) ~Zell